'And no one can tell me,

That I'm too young to know

'Cause I love you,

And you love me yeah.' - Our Day Will Come, Christina Aguilera

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Chapter Six

:

What's Going On?

For the third time, Jeff had his arm around Dawn as he slept. They had gone to bed in separate beds, but sometime during the night, Dawn had gotten up and crawled over to Jeff's bed. She hoped he didn't mind a bed partner. It was just too cold and the thin hotel sheets just didn't do too much for a person. Jeff instinctively pulled her closer to him as he woke up. He was content to just watch her sleep. Idly playing with her strip of red her seemed to wake her, her hazel eyes meeting his green ones.

There was a knock on the door and Jeff groaned. Well, there goes one good moment wasted. Dawn pulled the covers up and over her head as Jeff went to the door.

"Hey, bro."

"Matt, what time is it?"

"7:30," the elder brother said, looking at her watch to be sure.

"Good, now you know what time not to come knocking on my door."

"Funny, Jeffy. But Vince would like to see Dawn."

"Alright, I'll let her know."

Matt gave Jeff the room number and the time she was supposed to be there by before Jeff had to almost slam the door on him. It wasn't because Matt had woken him up or anything, he just really wasn't a morning person, especially after he ruined time with Dawn. What am I thinking? It was just an innocent couple of kisses and now I'm complaining about my time with her. Jeff, man, you got it real bad.

He smiled when he saw the covers pulled over her head. Well, there was no use trying to get back to sleep. Once he was up he was up. So, might as well wake up the sleeping beauty. He pulled the covers right off of her and she groaned. Since Dawn didn't take the hint to wake, Jeff began tickling her feet. Not a smart method as she began to kick her feet in any which direction and he wisely backed away. That left only one thing to do. He snatched up a plastic bucket from the cover and held it above Dawn before taking off the lid and turning it upside down. Ice cubes. She was immediately out of the bed, her hand full of ice cubes that were soon shoved down Jeff's boxers.

"You're so cruel," he said, jumping up and trying to shake the wet, cold things out.

"And you're so mean. Point?" she smiled like an angel and he kissed her on the corner of her mouth.

"Vince wants you in his office at 8:30, room 12."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. He wants the Hurricane shirt."

"Have you even been working on it?"

"It's finished. I worked on it yesterday while you were… gone. Then I put the last touches on before I got in bed with you," she explained.

"I want to see!"

Dawn stared at 'Skittles' for a moment. Some of the inflated egos of the WWF had looked at her like she was a kid, and here Jeff was acting like an overgrown kid. It's always physical age, never mental ago. Well, except with Jeff and a few select others.

She went to the closet and pulled out the shirt that was hanging all by it's lonesome. It looked just as she had drawn it on paper, only much neater. Jeff applauded her before she tossed the shirt onto his head to obscure his vision while she changed into something presentable.

When he pulled the shirt off, she was dressed in one of her hand-made outfits. This time it was an RVD shirt – On the front it had a pair of thumbs pointing a name made out of ying-yangs. She did a little twirl and on the back it had a dragon holding the words: 'The Whole F'n Show'. She looks good in black…

She smiled at him and quickly ran a brush through her hair, brushed her teeth, tossed on her boots and left with the shirt in tow. It was only 8. Tardiness must not be on her list of habits.

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Vince had absolutely loved the design, saying that this shirt would be a big seller. Dawn merely chuckled. Her paycheck would be received in a week after they'd tallied the sales. Whatever, Vinnie-Mac, money's just green paper.

The wrestlers would be heading to the arena soon for some early workouts and last minute practice. Vince had suggested to her that she could start accompanying the Hardy Boyz to the ring. Amy, or Lita rather, was soon to break off from them to pursue the Women's title fulltime. Of course, a name would have to be selected, a storyline would have to be drawn up and she'd need some training. However, the training is what she didn't need. She knew how to perform most of the moves if worst came to worse.

Dawn stepped out of the room with her new target – Test. As much as she hated his new gimmick, Andrew Martin was a real charmer. Jeff had both of their bags as they headed down to the car.

20 minutes later they were at the arena. She was just going to be introduced to the crowd tonight. Run down the ring, trip one of their opponents, it was simple enough. And Jeff's one time nickname was the lucky draw, the fans would know her as Sunset: an extremist with the capability of high flying.

The time came when she waiting by the curtain, bouncing nervously. Chris had clapped a hand on her shoulder, telling her to calm down.

"You'll do fine out there," he assured before he headed off to prepare for his own match.

When Albert lifted the boot to Matt, Dawn took that as her cue. She instantly ran down, getting into her 'Sunset' character. Her pants were black and in flared triangles at the bottom, starting at purple and turning to green halfway up her leg. The shirt was black as well, cut into triangles at mid-drift with the same purple fade to green pattern.

Albert bounced back on the ropes and Sunset grabbed hold of his foot. He reached down to grab her, but Jeff had already gotten him down and rolled him up for the pin. Sunset slipped into the ring, celebrating the win with the Hardy Boyz, Albert and Scotty Too Hotty hanging their heads in defeat. It felt good to be in the ring surrounded by fans. Jeff hoisted her up onto his shoulders and she took a good look at the crowd, a wide grin on her face. This was great. But her happiness quickly left when she spotted a certain blond-haired man in the crowd. She kept her smile up, though, but the blue eyes that stared at her coldly could only belong to one person – Kyle.

The new trio made their way backstage, Dawn instantly shaking off the sight of her brother. The guys wanted to treat her to dinner, but she just wanted to go back to the hotel and relax. Not to mention take a nice hot shower. Matt stayed behind while her and Jeff went back to the hotel.

"You were wonderful out there, Sunset."

"I didn't do anything special."

"Sure you did," he whispered and kissed the side of her neck.

She smiled and pushed him back, wagging a finger at him. Dawn went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, turning her back to Jeff and tossing her shirt back at him. She closed the door halfway and stripped down, climbing into the comfort of the warm water.

"Fine, spoil the moment," he pouted.

"Why don't you join me?"

Dawn bit her lip. She wasn't sure where that had come from. Jeff was silent on the other side of the shower curtain. How could she be so stupid? It was illegal, she knew. That was always in the back of both of their minds. She shook her head as she still didn't hear anything from Jeff. She was about to apologize when a pair of arms snaked around her waist. He pulled her to him, her head leaning on his chest.

She turned in his arms to face her. His green eyes were just staring contentedly at her. It was a new sensation for her, to feel bare body against bare body. He took a step back, his hands still on her hips, just to simply look at her. Dawn could feel his eyes roaming over her body and grew self-conscience, but she oddly found that she didn't want to cover up from him. But she took the opportunity to take her own appreciative eye over him. She looked up and he was staring at her again. He bent down to give her an open-mouthed kiss full of passion. His hand fumbled to turn off the water and he carried her out of the shower, not even bothering to towel off.

He laid her down on the bed and caressed her soft skin. She looked so innocent at that moment. Jeff's mouth met hers again for another deep-throated kiss, bracing an arm on either side of her. He pulled back suddenly, his eyes searching hers.

"What do you want, Dawn?"

Her mind fumbled for an answer. The brain and the mouth had stopped their communication momentarily. She was shy now, but Jeff's hand running along her stomach eased away any worry.

"I want you."

And that was all she had to say.

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"Jeffrey Nero Hardy!" the voice screeched.

Both Jeff and Dawn woke with a start. Matt was on the other side of the room, and he was fuming.