A.n.: WOOOHOOO!!!!!!! I gotz 103 reviews!!!!!!!!!!!! *Throws confetti and let's balloons go* WEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!! Thanks to all who've reviewed! You guys are the bestest reviewers in da whole world!!!!!!! Song used in here is by Krystal harris and is called "Good bye" This chapter also contains smoochy themes.



Ps. I made a mistake earlier and said Hurricane was from Smithfield, NC he's from Raleigh. Sowie!



Goodbye

you came into my life

like something straight out of the sky

gave me what I thought was love

but ended up in disguise



The sun rose dimly in the sky as Jeff Hardy drove the Ford Explorer that he and his brother Matt owned together. He couldn't yet believe that he was driving again. Hell he couldn't even believe that Krystal was just gone. He stopped at a light and rubbed his aching head. If Matt knew that he was out driving to Raleigh then he'd kill him on the spot. Still Matt and his family would just have to understand. He needed to see it. The light changed green and he hit the gas pedal and pulled off down the road. He turned down a street and stopped.

Those words you told me

They made me open up my heart

But now I'm torn apart

He just looked at the house on his left. A 2 story brick house with a white picket fence and a very sizable backyard running off into some woods and a clearing. He smiled. It was just as Krystal had described it. A pair of children ran down the sidewalk with a ball vaguely capturing his attention. His hand covered his mouth and he took a deep breath not knowing how her parents and brother would react to him just due dropping by at six am. Then again there was no car in the driveway. He rounded the corner again and pulled up in a parking space near their home. Taking another breath he turned off the engine and got out of the car.



Seen your eyes

Heard your lies

Now it's over

Say byebye

Made me cry

Can't describe my pain

That's why I'm saying Goodbye



He walked up the steps and smoothed out his crinkled Wrestle Academy Sweatshirt and baggy jeans. He ran and hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair and walked to the door. Raising his hand he knocked. He brought his arm back down and stubbed his hands in his pockets. When no one answered he rung the door bell. Staring at the large white door his mind wandered into the past few months. A lot had happened. He still had no clue what he'd been like after the accident. From what he was told he was pretty evil.



Sometimes I still see your lips

Telling me your sweet nothings

But, then you turn right around

And tell someone else the sweet same thing



Hurricane Helms stumbled down the stairs thankful that his parents had gone to the revival meet the night before. He held in his hand a bottle of his dad's scotch almost completely gone. Setting it down in the foyer he stepped to the door looking down at his long sweat shorts. He hadn't bothered to put on shirt. Who the hell would visit him. The family was supposed to be past their mourning period. He smirked screw society. Hell the only people who'd called him since he'd been home were Molly, his parents, and Chris Jericho, Edge, and Christian. Molly, He just couldn't connect with her at the moment. As much as he was still falling in love with her something just wasn't right. The doorbell rang again and he placed his hand on the door and turned the knob. Opening the door he was shocked and surprised to see Jeff Hardy standing there. The right side of his head bandaged and his eyes avoiding his.



Those words (those words) you told me

They made me open up my heart

But now I'm torn apart



"What are you doing here?" Hurricane stuttered. His heart pounding. Why was it pounding so hard and fast anyway? He reasoned that it was because of the scotch. Rubbing his eyes he stepped back silently welcoming Jeff into his home.



"I'm here to find out where Krystal was buried. I need to say good bye you know let go of her." Jeff looked into Hurricane's eyes. He found himself falling into the familiar pair of deep brown eyes.



"Oh." Hurricane replied unsure of exactly what to say. For the longest time he hated the guy infront of him. Now that he knew that he was really trying to save Krystal the hate was relocated. Then what the hell was that emotion building up inside of him.

Jeff walked to the mantel in the foyer and saw a picture of Krystal at the beach. He smiled. "She has your eyes." Jeff mumbled.

"Thanks..you uh want some scotch?" Hurricane offered him the rest of the bottle.



"I don't drink." Jeff replied narrowly.

"Well you did manage to get my sister drunk at the dance in the first place." Hurricane growled.

Without hesitation Jeff tackled Hurricane to the ground. His anger showing completely. He pinned Hurricane to the floor by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "I loved her. I still do. I would have never hurt her. I didn't even know the punch was spiked until she got sick."



Hurricane struggled for a few minutes and then stopped when he realized Jeff got his legs too. He didn't want the words to sink in. He couldn't let them sink in. If they did he'd have to give up the anger if he did he'd have to move on. He'd have to forget about her and live life with out his little sister. Looking at Jeff's face he recognized the emotions and the pain. They were exactly like his own. He'd never know how it happened or in which order but he'd sure as hell remember Jeff's lips against his own. The emotions that ran through him were harsh and controlling. And when Jeff eased up on his shoulders to take his shirt off all thoughts and reasoning disappeared. That was something he'd never forget.