A Twist of Heart; Change of Fate

Chapter 7 - More Than Infatuation

I could feel his eyes ogle at my lips. I bit on it unconsciously while taking the book and gently closing it. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, smirking. I heard him chuckle lowly.

"Belle," I repeated out loud softly. He smiled as he drew closer.

"Mhm," he sounded while bringing his lips nearer and nearer to mine. His hands located themselves onto my waist. Instantly, my hands placed themselves on his biceps. I gazed down at his lips as he too gazed down at mine. He was centimeters away from my lips; My lips became coated by a thin layer of his warm breath. I closed my eyes and decided to embrace it.

Suddenly, the dorm door swung open. Jeff and I jumped and turned our heads in the direction of the door only to see Misty standing there in awe and shock.

"Uh, who-who is this," she asked a bit scared.

"Just a friend," I quickly responded while rising to my feet.

"Looks like a very friendly friend," Misty remarked. I glared at her while taking Jeff's hand before Misty droned on and on. Immediately I proceeded down the hall with him and onto the lawn.

"Where do you want to go," he asked as I begun walking onto the pavement.

"Anywhere," I responded turning around to face him. He smiled and held onto my hand while hailing a cab. "What am I supposed to wear exactly for this party?" I asked once we both slipped into the cab. Somehow, his arm had found its way around me again.

"Anything, or nothing…" he smirked. I laughed and pushed him playfully; he chuckled at this action.

"Really, though," I said a bit more seriously.

"Absolutely anything." I smiled as his lips touched my temple.

"So uh, where exactly are we going?" I looked out the window as we passed apartment after apartment. I turned back to look at Jeff only to see him holding up a small, rectangular plastic card.

"Shopping," he said. I smirked and he pulled me in closer to him. By now, my head was against his chest as my arms wrapped around him horizontally. I could feel his chest move with every breath he took. It was soothing - almost as if I were in my own little world, floating on a white, fluffy cloud named Jeff.

After what had seemed like a mere 30 minutes, we arrived at Aventura Mall. Once compensating the driver, we headed off in the direction of Macy's, Old Navy and Cliché. We shopped around from store to store but never bought anything.

"Love, the whole point of shopping is to buy something," Jeff stated tiredly as we proceeded into yet another store.

"Well, I don't know what to buy. Besides, I can pay for it," I said while looking through a bunch of dresses.

"You're not paying a cent." His hand took hold of mine just as I'd grabbed the blue dress .tv/partydresses_. My eyes glanced at his tattooed hands then up at those stunning, green eyes. His eyes looked into mine for a second before diverting to the dress I had picked out. He smirked a bit. "Pretty," he approved. I smiled as he took it to the counter and paid for it. We exited the store with my bag in his hand.

"Should we start heading home-err, well…to my place," he asked softly.

"Um, well, I was kind of wondering if it'd be okay if I got ready at my dorm then rendezvoused at your apartment," I responded; he nodded considerately, and we were off. After the cab came to a full stop, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his flung around my waist.

"I'll see you later, babe," he whispered to me in my ear. I smiled a bit as his lips pecked my cheek. I muttered a soft, 'okay' as I stepped out of the vehicle. I waved as the car proceeded into the horizon. About an hour or so, I had finished piecing together my attire - from jewellery, to makeup, to shoes, to hair. The faint sound of feet was heard shifting around in the bedroom. Curiously, I called out for Misty. There was no sound. I waited a couple of minutes or so before opening the door. There sat a lovely, yet always spontaneous Jeff Hardy on my bed. I sighed.

"Jeez, how'd you get here so fast," I asked as I grabbed my phone off of the bathroom counter.

"I was in the neighbourhood," he said softly as he stood up slowly. I gave a slight laugh as I flicked off the bathroom light and proceeded into the bedroom.

"You look lovely," he said as his eyes refocused themselves onto my dress. I half-smiled.

"As do you," I responded. He smirked a bit before taking my hand, and about 2 hours or so, we stood in front of a beautiful mansion - very cozy, very home-like, perfect. I stepped out marvelling at this masterpiece.

"You comin'," Jeff asked disrupting my thoughts. I snapped myself back to reality or whatever this was called and nodded as his hand slipped into mine. Upon entering the house, tons of laughter and talking could be heard from every room. I held on a bit tighter to Jeff's hand as we made our way through the crowd and into the kitchen.

"There they are! The little love-birds," called out a familiar voice - Matthew Moore Hardy. I blushed a vague shade of red as he announced our presence in a rather unique way. I could tell Jeff was a bit nervous as well. Matt approached us handing Jeff a beer bottle. Jeff only smiled as he courteously took it.

"Oh, before I forget, Shannon, this is-Shannon? Where'd he go?" Matt inquired as he looked around only to realize that Shannon had been behind him.

"Yeah," said Shannon Moore as he took a sip of his beer.

"Right, well, Shannon this is Yasmin - Jeff's girl, and Yasmin this is Shannon," Matt said as I gave a shy wave to Shannon, and so he did in return.

"Bro, she's not my girl. She's just a friend," Jeff corrected. Matt simply shrugged and proceeded into the other room to mingle and entertain.

"Uh, Jeff, can we talk," Shannon asked. Jeff nodded as I excused myself into the other room giving the guys their privacy. I stood against the door hinge listening to both conversations: Jeff and Shannon's and Matt and his friends'. Matt and his friends talked on and on; yet, it wasn't that droning kind of conversation, it was interesting, stimulating and well, down right humorous.

"What," I heard Jeff exclaim. With my head begging me to look back, I stared straight as I listened to Jeff and Shannon's conversation with great curiosity.

"Yeah, she's here. I told Matt that it'd be a bit awkward seeing as you two are separated, but he insisted," Shannon replied. Who? What? Why? All these questions swirled around in my head until Jeff responded.

"Damn it, Matt. I shouldn't have brought her here; why would Beth come in the first place?-" Jeff asked rhetorically, until something or someone interrupted my eavesdropping.

"Excuse me, do I know you? You look familiar," said Elizabeth Ann Britt - Beth Britt - Jeff's soon-to-be ex-wife.

"Uh, no, sorry. I don't believe we've met-" I began.

"Ah, now I remember. You're the one snogging my husband," she stated glaring at me.

"Sorry," I asked incredulously.

"You had your dirty, little paws all over him," she screamed.

"I only met him after you'd kicked him out. Besides, we're not together we're just friends," I exclaimed stressing both 'together' and 'friends'. Beth balled up her hands into a fist; I neither flinched nor trembled. Instead, I glared back at her. Suddenly, two arms fastened themselves around my waist pulling me away from her.

"She's not worth it," I heard his Carolina-accent whisper into my ear. I sighed attempting to calm my breathing and myself. "Come here, I want to show you something," he whispered once more as I nodded. His arms loosed from around my waist; instead, his left hand held my right as we proceeded upstairs and into a bedroom leaving a ballistic Beth Britt in the kitchen.

"Is this your room," I asked looking at all the paintings and 'alumimummies'.

"Used to be, when we first moved out here," I heard his voice say as a clear, glass sliding door opened up. "Come on." I nodded following him out onto his veranda. I smiled as his arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind.

"It's really nice here, tonight," I whispered while mesmerized by the breathtaking landscape that these brothers had lived on.

"There's always room for you, just so you know," he said softly. I smiled as I placed my hands over his. Suddenly his grip loosened, and I turned back. Just as spontaneously as he'd released his grip, he had caught me again. I could feel his eyes penetrate mine as my hands somehow found themselves on his biceps. His lips curved into a slight smirk as his eyes shifted from my eyes to my lips then repeating.

My eyes too focused on his lips. He moved in a bit closer, as did I. Then, it happened. Our lips had succumbed to each other - willingly. His lips kissed with an intensity I attempted to match. I could feel his tongue slip into my mouth as the kiss continued with passion. My hands repositioned themselves onto the back of his shirt. They seized onto it as the kiss grew more and more passionate. Our tongues danced in each others' mouths with an immense intensity. The kiss then slowed down. It was slower, calmer, yet it possessed the same passion it had started out with. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and at this moment, I knew this was a bit more than infatuation.