I don't know how I got to sleep that night but I woke up at 8am and squinted around the room, my eyes still not quite awake. For a moment it seemed strange that I was at Tanya's on a Saturday morning but then I remembered the events of the night before.
Having been refreshed from a night's sleep, I felt different. I was still confused about the situation but I realised that there was one thing I had to do - find out if that guy was........well, I'd just have to see.
I pulled on my clothes, grabbed my purse and left for home. As I opened the front door, I was about to go get a shower when I heard some shuffling in the kitchen. Someone was making tea.......a member of MY family up at this time?! Who could it be?
I wandered through the hall and into the kitchen. It was him! It was Beth's guy! I wanted to move but my legs wouldn't do as I told them. He turned around and saw me and smiled.
"Oh hi there........Kim, right? You left kinda sudden last night, you missed Raw is War....." he said awkwardly.
While he was thinking of something to say I studied him.....I started with his bare feet...........then up to his legs........I saw the tatoo......the dragon.......oh my god!! My eyes shot to his face........it was surrounded by a ruffled mass of purple hair......emerald green eyes were set above the curve of his nose and cheek........my heart stopped, my fingers trembled once more........there was no doubt - Jeffrey Nero Hardy was standing in my kitchen, in nothing but boxer shorts!!
"So, do you watch WWF...?" he asked me dropping a tea bag into a mug. "You want some tea?"
I froze, my stomach turning. Somehow I managed to steady my nerves long enough to answer, even if my voice was shaky.
"Ummmmm......I do watch and.....I don't drink tea.....thanks for asking......Jeff right?"
He smiled and turned around leaning on the kitchen cupboard so that he was facing me.
"Well, you like the Hardyz then....?" he grinned gesturing towards himself.
My breathing sped up dramatically and I could feel my heart pounding against my my ribs.
~What am I supposed to say......? Yeah, I dream of you every night....? I want to marry you...? My heart leaps every time you come on the TV.....? I have a million of your posters on my wall.....?~
I snapped out of my thoughts to see Jeff looking at me expectantly. I struggled to remember how to speak.
"Ummm.....yeah I........great........my favourites........poetry in motion......swanton......TLC.....errr......." I frowned at myself. I was making myself out to be an even bigger idiot then I actually was!! "Yeah, you and Matt are cool," I finally managed to say. I smiled at myself with pride. I had actually constructed a sentence in front of Jeff.
He walked through to the living room, tea in hand and called to me.
"Wanna watch some TV with me?"
"Errrrrrr.....I have to go shower and change....." I stuttered, running up the stairs. I opened my bedroom door and found Beth sprawled across my bed snoring. I sighed and opened my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear.
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*After I had showered and changed, I sat at my dressing table*
I removed the towel that I had wrapped around my head and switched on my hairdryer. Beth, who was still lounging in my bed woke up and screamed irratably.
"For God's sake, Kim, do you have to use that bloody noisy thing in here?! What time is it?!"
"Its nearly 9am," I informed her.
Beth sat up, yawned and pulled on her dressing gown, which she had tossed onto the floor beside my bed.
"Well, since you're so bloody noisy, I may as well go and see what Jeff is up to." Beth grinned and studied the posters that covered my bedroom. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather you didn't have my boyfriend's picture on your wall."
I tried desperately to think of something to say to shoot her down but, for the first time on this surreal day, I realised that this was the way things were. Yes, I had talked to Jeff Hardy this morning. Yes, he had made himself a cup of tea in my kitchen. Yes, he had asked me to watch TV with him........but he belonged to my sister. No matter how much I tried to fool myself into thinking that he was more mine because of the posters on my walls, or the constant daydreams, there was no more pretending. And there, in my bedroom, with my hair wet, and a hairdryer in hand, reality hit me.........and it hurt.
I stood up, surprisingly calm for all my emotional pain, and proceeded to take each one of the posters down from my wall in turn, while a delighted Beth looked on. When the last of the posters had been tossed onto the heap in the centre of my room, I looked at my sister.
"Better?" I asked, with a sarcastic smile, raising my eyebrows.
Beth sensed the sarcasm in my voice and stepped right up to me so that we were toe-to-toe.
"Listen, Kim. You can dream all you want but he's mine. I've got him wrapped around my little finger. I've got his money, his body, his power.......he's even taking a break from wrestling to be with me," she whispered aggressively.
I looked her right in her baby blue eyes and reminded her, "you have Jeff as well y'know."
Beth left for the bathroom and I stood in front of the mirror in my room, some sort of anger boiling inside me. She was using him, using my hero, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
Having been refreshed from a night's sleep, I felt different. I was still confused about the situation but I realised that there was one thing I had to do - find out if that guy was........well, I'd just have to see.
I pulled on my clothes, grabbed my purse and left for home. As I opened the front door, I was about to go get a shower when I heard some shuffling in the kitchen. Someone was making tea.......a member of MY family up at this time?! Who could it be?
I wandered through the hall and into the kitchen. It was him! It was Beth's guy! I wanted to move but my legs wouldn't do as I told them. He turned around and saw me and smiled.
"Oh hi there........Kim, right? You left kinda sudden last night, you missed Raw is War....." he said awkwardly.
While he was thinking of something to say I studied him.....I started with his bare feet...........then up to his legs........I saw the tatoo......the dragon.......oh my god!! My eyes shot to his face........it was surrounded by a ruffled mass of purple hair......emerald green eyes were set above the curve of his nose and cheek........my heart stopped, my fingers trembled once more........there was no doubt - Jeffrey Nero Hardy was standing in my kitchen, in nothing but boxer shorts!!
"So, do you watch WWF...?" he asked me dropping a tea bag into a mug. "You want some tea?"
I froze, my stomach turning. Somehow I managed to steady my nerves long enough to answer, even if my voice was shaky.
"Ummmmm......I do watch and.....I don't drink tea.....thanks for asking......Jeff right?"
He smiled and turned around leaning on the kitchen cupboard so that he was facing me.
"Well, you like the Hardyz then....?" he grinned gesturing towards himself.
My breathing sped up dramatically and I could feel my heart pounding against my my ribs.
~What am I supposed to say......? Yeah, I dream of you every night....? I want to marry you...? My heart leaps every time you come on the TV.....? I have a million of your posters on my wall.....?~
I snapped out of my thoughts to see Jeff looking at me expectantly. I struggled to remember how to speak.
"Ummm.....yeah I........great........my favourites........poetry in motion......swanton......TLC.....errr......." I frowned at myself. I was making myself out to be an even bigger idiot then I actually was!! "Yeah, you and Matt are cool," I finally managed to say. I smiled at myself with pride. I had actually constructed a sentence in front of Jeff.
He walked through to the living room, tea in hand and called to me.
"Wanna watch some TV with me?"
"Errrrrrr.....I have to go shower and change....." I stuttered, running up the stairs. I opened my bedroom door and found Beth sprawled across my bed snoring. I sighed and opened my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear.
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*After I had showered and changed, I sat at my dressing table*
I removed the towel that I had wrapped around my head and switched on my hairdryer. Beth, who was still lounging in my bed woke up and screamed irratably.
"For God's sake, Kim, do you have to use that bloody noisy thing in here?! What time is it?!"
"Its nearly 9am," I informed her.
Beth sat up, yawned and pulled on her dressing gown, which she had tossed onto the floor beside my bed.
"Well, since you're so bloody noisy, I may as well go and see what Jeff is up to." Beth grinned and studied the posters that covered my bedroom. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather you didn't have my boyfriend's picture on your wall."
I tried desperately to think of something to say to shoot her down but, for the first time on this surreal day, I realised that this was the way things were. Yes, I had talked to Jeff Hardy this morning. Yes, he had made himself a cup of tea in my kitchen. Yes, he had asked me to watch TV with him........but he belonged to my sister. No matter how much I tried to fool myself into thinking that he was more mine because of the posters on my walls, or the constant daydreams, there was no more pretending. And there, in my bedroom, with my hair wet, and a hairdryer in hand, reality hit me.........and it hurt.
I stood up, surprisingly calm for all my emotional pain, and proceeded to take each one of the posters down from my wall in turn, while a delighted Beth looked on. When the last of the posters had been tossed onto the heap in the centre of my room, I looked at my sister.
"Better?" I asked, with a sarcastic smile, raising my eyebrows.
Beth sensed the sarcasm in my voice and stepped right up to me so that we were toe-to-toe.
"Listen, Kim. You can dream all you want but he's mine. I've got him wrapped around my little finger. I've got his money, his body, his power.......he's even taking a break from wrestling to be with me," she whispered aggressively.
I looked her right in her baby blue eyes and reminded her, "you have Jeff as well y'know."
Beth left for the bathroom and I stood in front of the mirror in my room, some sort of anger boiling inside me. She was using him, using my hero, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.