Title : Written in Candle Wax
Chapter: 10 (the final Chapter)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything..
Summary: Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus never shared anything but a kiss... that was until one moment in time. Can they change their feelings?
Characters: Trish Stratus, Jeff Hardy, Lita/Amy Dumas, Matt Hardy and Edge/Adam Copeland
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AN: here is the last chapter of Written in Candle Wax.. sorry for putting this last chapter for so long.. ive been very busy doing stuff..lolz! hope you guys like the ending.. is it a happy ending or not?? Umm just read the story.. and I hope the ending is worth the w8.. please review for the very last time.. thanks to all the readers and to those who reviewed and add this story to ur favs and alerts.. you really all rock! Lets get on with the story.. ENJOY!
~ x o x o ~
She figured it was Vince when she heard the door to the conference room squeak open. He was probably coming to talk to her about why she wasn't drafted on television, though by judging from her recent matches, she should've been the number one female contender for a position. Maybe he was coming to discuss her match? A victory over Ivory was rather good, but it wasn't something she wanted to rattle on about for an hour.
She thought maybe it was Adam when no one spoke immediately. Vince had a way of letting people know he was in the room, but Adam didn't. She liked that about him. No grand entrance, no trumpets or clouds of smoke. Just Adam with a smile and a tender way about him.
She knew it wasn't Adam when the chair from next to her slid to the left and then in front of her, twisted backwards with the backside facing her. She barely lifted her eyes before seeing the multicolored locks and the black nails resting on the top of the chair. She saw the baggy black jeans and the tattoo that was faded into his skin.
"Everyone else is out trying to get a hold of a computer or a phone to find out where they will be next Monday," Jeff said with a candid tone. He made it so easy to be a friend, didn't he?
"I'm sure Adam will rush in here and let me know where Jason and I will be," Trish said offhandedly, content on staring at the piece of paper still folded in her hand. She knew she'd read it again later, when she was lying in her hotel bed trying not to cry. Since when did she cry so much?
"Yeah, Matt and Amy will probably too," Jeff laughed because something had to be funny, right? It couldn't be like this forever. He didn't know how to find the answers, but he was willing to suffer through mental anguish if it meant he was given a few moments with the Trish he knew in those hotel rooms.
Trish felt just a bit out of place. It wasn't a new feeling. She sighed and lifted her eyes. Why be afraid? She didn't know anymore. She just couldn't process it all, swallow everything that came along with feelings that were never meant to exist. She wanted to blame destiny for it all but she knew serendipity played a bigger part in it all.
~ x o x o ~
She gripped the piece of paper a little too hard, felt it prickling against her skin. His eyes held the world, but not the world she was used to. She lifted her arm, extended it, and held the paper up for him.
"Here."
Jeff couldn't hide the bewilderment and then the shock. He lowered his green eyes and raked his fingers through his hair.
"It's for you Trish. It's right out of my journal. I wrote it awhile ago and it was just the easiest way for me to express what being with you for two weeks has meant to me," he explained, a soft Southern accent trying to roll over his words.
"How can you feel this Jeff?" Trish looked at the paper in her hand and she could almost recite the parts that hurt the most. The lines that were so endearing but unreal, at least to her.
"Because I haven't felt that way in some time Trish," Jeff admitted, his face fully exposed for her to view. He was serious. He was honest. He was nothing less than heart. Didn't they said hearts don't lie?
"But Beth," Trish gushed, pulling her arm back, holding the paper against her leg. She never left Trish's mind. It was common knowledge that Beth was Jeff's girlfriend. He avoided the topic at dinner discussions, even when she was there, but it was established.
"But Beth what? You can't tell me that you actually think that I could feel a deep, emotional feeling for her when I see her close to once a month. It's not possible," Jeff argued calmly, his brow furrowing. He leaned toward her, letting her have full access to his eyes. There was still no indication of dishonesty.
"But yet you can have these feelings for someone in two weeks?" Trish inquired with a tinge of resentment in her voice.
Jeff sighed softly and reached his arm out. His hand grabbed hers, lifted it and the paper up, and he had to hold it.
"No. The feelings multiplied in two weeks, but we both know when they started," Jeff insisted.
Trish found it hard to deny. She knew when. She knew how. She never knew why, but she figured it was never a question she should ask. Maybe it didn't matter? Not enough for her to let her heart march into an unknown territory.
"What do you want from me Jeff?" Her eyes were trying to accept the burn of the tears that were isolated inside of her eyelids. The hazel wasn't so green anymore. It was gray and she felt heat overcoming her body.
"Accept the feelings Trish. Stop denying them and just let us explore them, together," Jeff pleaded, tipping his chair forward a little. She leaned toward him and she took a final look into his eyes. There was another plea and she found it hard to fight. She leaned closer and felt her head tilting. His did too.
"This could end up real shitty," she whispered and it could.
"I'd prefer you take a leap of faith and trust that our hearts and destiny lead the way," he replied, trying to reach closer for her without falling over. She rested a hand on his cheek and it made it so much easier to take the risk.
"Very romantic," she giggled, her eyes slowly falling closing.
"Very beautiful," Jeff responded, giving her lips once last look before kissing them, this time, becoming one with the kiss. It felt better when it was mutual, when he had a part in initiating it. It felt almost right, but too surreal to exist in the world they were apart of. But maybe it wasn't that world anymore? Jeff thought it would be better if it wasn't. Trish didn't seem to disagree.
~ x o x o ~
"Jeff, you're on Raw."
"Trish, you're on Raw."
Adam, Matt, and Amy seemed to lose their importance in the room, even when they shoved the door open and ran toward the two. Their gasps made more of an impact than their words.
Trish backed away slowly, the taste of Jeff Hardy lingering somewhere between her tongue and her bottom lip. She smiled awkwardly and held back rising blush. She held Jeff's hand confidently and glanced toward them while Jeff snickered.
"And you're holding Jeff's hand," Adam pointed out, a broad grin dominating his face.
"Guess that means you like her," Amy said perkily, leaning on her boyfriend. Jeff didn't hesitate to nod for her.
"Guess you could call it a twist of fate," Matt laughed out, silence following his remark.
"Real corny Matt," Jeff chuckled, shaking his head at his brother.
"Dude, you're no Edge and Christian," Adam boasted, slinging an arm around Matt and it wasn't long before he was leading the two out of the conference room.
Jeff stopped laughing when he turned back to Trish, her eyes still filled with that glow that brought him closer. He gave her a crooked smile and leaned close again.
"Looks like you're stuck with me Stratus," Jeff chimed, running a finger under her bottom lip. He smiled at her tepidness.
"I suppose I can break a few rules for you," she smiled back, fingering a few strands of his hair.
"Not a few rules, doll. Break them all," Jeff insisted before placing a light kiss on her lips. He waited for her to respond. The wait wasn't long. He eased into the kiss and maybe fate liked their connection? No, that wasn't it. It was already written.
~ E N D ~
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