Here is some more of Sielnce, and it is short once again. I had to put it up for the sake of my friend who was going ot kill me if I didn't! I love all my peeps who love my story...I hope you like this chapter! Kell is my chick and I do no own the wrestlers...but I do wish I do!


"Kel?" his voice seemed shocked that I was there. I smiled, the ill pitting feeling lurching, coming back into my system once more.

"Yeah, it's me…" the words formed and came out of my mouth. He helped me up; still not believe I was in front of him, that I was really there. He pulled me into a hug bigger then a bear hug, more along the lines of every bone breaking in my body. I didn't mind it, his scent was all over me now once more like the old times, and I couldn't care less if anyone walked right into the door.

"What are you even doing here? I mean Vince?" he asked, staring to ramble meaning he was nervous and happy to see me at the same time. I laughed sitting on the bed looking up.

"Since when do you go by the rules, and plus who ever listens to Vince and what's the British guys name?"

"Regal?"

"Yeah him, no one listens to them anyway, that's what makes us so special." He noticed the way I sounded; it was something that he would say. I laid down, my body feeling sore and exhausted from the life I was starting to live. How the boys did this I have no idea. All I wanted to do was cry my eyes out every night from everything.

"What are you doing here then?" he asked laying his body right next to mine, making it hard for me to concentrate. Was I really here to talk or just here to want to see him, to look him in the eyes and finally see him and be near him with no one around, with no cameras around. Was it wrong that I was even here? Looking into his eyes I could tell he didn't think so. So why should I care?

"Needed to talk…I needed someone that was not Maria, John, Matt, or Shannon. Also please don't tell Shannon I've been here, he is getting way into the protective role." I chuckled, moving my way up, so my head hit the wall. Jeff stayed where he was, only using his eyes to look up at me.

"I'm all ears darlin." He smiled hearing a knock at the door. Jeff pounced up grabbing the knob. "Yeah?"

"Yo Hardy come on the fireworks are going up soon you wanna join?" the familiar voice of CM Punk came into my ears, and the laughter of a certain best friend behind him.

"Nah yo, I'm going to be heading to bed, my back is killing me." He sighed closing the door after exchanging good byes. He fell back down next to me.

"Why is there fireworks?" I asked being the clueless one in the convo. Jeff jumped up looking at me straight in the eyes.

"You don't know what day it is?" he asked. I shook my head like a fool still not realizing it.

"Hey you said you're back hurt need a back rub?" I changed the subject, because the look on his face was of speechlessness. "I haven't in a while, plus you look like you need it."

His face changed showing me that smile of his, making me melt inside. He took his shirt off lying down on the bed. A tingling sensation crept onto my face and stomach. I was missing something but I don't know what. I softly sat on his back straddling myself. It was a weird sensation; it was like the times when I used to do this. He would be on my bed as we watched TV. I would whisper jokes in his ear and play around hitting certain points that I knew would make him crazy. I wonder if I did that now what he would do.

"The same as always loves?" I whispered in his ear. He groaned which meant yes. I chuckled starting to go gently then harder doing the job I always did.

"Tell me how are things?" he asked, his southern voice mumbled by the sheets.

"What do you want to know? Ria is getting married soon, and everyone at the bar wants to kill you, but other wise than that I've been here, protected by the posse that won't leave me be for about five seconds." I laughed getting a knot in his right shoulder blade. He groaned again in approval, as I worked that part of his back.

"I'll stay clear from the bar for awhile." He joked, his speech pattern slurring.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. Jeff turned his body, so I was on his straddling his stomach. My face turned crimson. Being this close to him made me feel like wanting to stay and leave at the same time if that was possible.

"Talk about what Kel? The break-up, what is there to say?" he spoke up tracing his hands on the outer part of my arm.

"Do you want me to explain? Because I can" it was all I could do for the moment to say. His green eyes stared deep into mine once more and how more then anything I wanted to lay on his chest and sleep. I missed that too about him. He nodded his head in approval.

"I had too, it was wrong of me to end it like that, but I had to there was no other way. I was angry, tired, and hurt. What did you want me to do? I would have been in the same situation all together." I sighed. It wasn't what I wanted to say, but there was something on my mind that I had to ask. "What was Randy doing here?"

Jeff cocked an eyebrow, holding in a small chuckle. "He was here on a warning is pretty much the reason." With the roll of his eyes I could tell what the warning was about.

"He was telling you to stay away from me or an inter gender match will go on?" I asked, as he pulled a piece of brown hair from my face.

"Yeah, he came in and yelled at me, giving me this speech on how I shouldn't touch what is his and that there will be consequences and blah bull-shit like that." He mimicked Randy yelling at him, getting a small giggle out of me.

"I can only imagine, so what did you do?"

"I started to play on the guitar, the song I wrote you, and then Down and then back to the song." He smiled, grazing a hand on my cheek. He did that for kicks, and I even bet Randy didn't even know why he would be playing those songs.

I laid down on the bed, getting off his body grazing my fingers through my hair. Jeff pulled me up next to him examining my head.

"Was this from that night?" he asked pointing at the scar where the stitches were. I completely forgot about that up until that moment.

"Yeah, Lil got so mad at me when she found out all that happened. She says I should have taken care of myself better and everything." I laughed pushing my side bangs back into my face.

"You're nose looks nice, I mean the ring, and you're belly button too." He was complementing everything that I got new that he could see.

"Thanks…umm Jeff I want to know, you and Melina…" I started to ask looking down at the soft cover of the bed, playing with the fibers between my fingers. He grabbed my hand.

"Nothing." He started. "We had a story line together and things started to get heated up, but nothing big. I still wanted you and I was in a stage in which anyone that looked like you I wanted." His words came out fluid. The word wanted still stuck in my mind as I thought about if he still felt the same way or has finally moved on, and just being the way he was for the story line.

"Oh and that's it?" I asked quite curious now of his life after the break-up, but I dared not to enter. As Maria says what's in the past should stay in the past.

"Kel do you really want me to go into detail about the past five months?" he asked raising an eyebrow. I shook my head, I didn't want to hear more, I was afraid I was going to go and kill Melina if I knew any more.

"I needed this ya know." I smirked, staring up into his eyes. He smiled back grazing his hand across my cheek.

"Same."

An hour went by, and all we did was talk, and laugh about the past. Everything came out that night, hearing his voice, him showing me pictures and the one picture that Matt told me about that he had on his locker. Looking at it made me want to cry, or even go back in time and do it all over again.

"Maybe we can be friends?" I asked after all the talking. We both laid on the bed, room service all over the room, my head on his chest like a pillow, as I ate a strawberry.

"Friends, I guess I can handle that for now. I shouldn't be complaining though, as long as I have you some what in my life, I guess it is fine." He sighed pulling the strawberry away from my hands, eating the rest.

I lifted my head giving him a pout, his eyes rested on my lips, and I could see the glint of something behind his eyes. Finally his lips caught mine, and all I could taste was him. In the distance fireworks were heard. He loosened his grip, and smiled kissing me once more softly, lips barely touching.

"Happy four year…" he whispered, and that's when I realized what day it was: Fourth of July.

"Same to you too babe…" I smiled rising my head to his, capturing his lips in between my teeth, tugging on the lip ring, as he tugged on mine. In a matter of moments my sweatshirt was off showing off the small shorts and tank, his eyes grazing over the little clothing I had on and the body I had underneath. Ever since I got here and I've been training I have gotten a bit toned.

"Look at you being all sexy." He smirked, using only his eyes to look up into mine. I bit my lip ring looking at him on the other side of the room. With one quick swift motion he grabbed my wrist holding me down on the bed, butterfly kisses all the way down to my stomach. He grabbed my top off kissing me once more, hard to the point of drawing blood.

I needed him, I wanted him. Five months was way too long not to be with him and knowing what today was and everything, I claimed him as mine. Clothes flew everywhere. His arm wrapped around the back of my neck, his eyes staring deep into mine. Green into Grey once more, and at that moment he claimed me, his lips breaking from mine and into my ear

"You're my one and only drug, you're my heroin." Ever so softly he whispered, after that I was all his.


Soooo?? Maybe?? Well John is going to come in soon and Edge is going to make a comeback. By the way I think this is true..no matter how much I hate Orton I kinda still want him in my pants...