Disclaimer: Okay, so we've been through this... I don't own Jeff, I've shed my tears about it, so lets move on...



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Jeff turned off the engine of his red Corvette and got out of the car slamming the door behind him. "Why do you haunt me, everywhere I go woman?" he sighed to the chilled evening air. He sat on the grass in front of a lake and leaned against an old oak tree. The very same place that he had brought Trish the first night she had come to NC with him. "And what am I gonna do tomorrow when we go back on the road together?" He sat lost in his own thoughts, reminiscing old memories of Trish, remembering her smile, her laughter, her voice, her smell... everything about her, he missed.

~*~*~ Meanwhile in Toronto *~*~*

"Trish, I don't understand... I mean, you just got here! Don't leave now! Come on, please? Cant you just wait until tomorrow?" Kristine begged.

"No, I have to leave now. Sweetie, I'm in love with him, and he has to know... please understand. I'll call Vince and I'll get you and Mom and Dad tickets to our next show, air fare will be paid for, and you guys can even come backstage, but I have to go now." Trish said as she threw all of her belongings back into her suitcase. As Trish walked out the door, she kissed her sister on the cheek. "Be good, tell Mom and Dad I love them and goodbye. I'll call you when I can."

~*~*~*~*~*~ Airport in NC ~*~*~*~*~*~

Trish walked through the terminal with an extra bounce to her step. She found her bags and hurried outside. Hailing a cab, she got in as rapidly as she could. "How fast can this thing go?" she asked the cabby.

"How fast do you need it to go?" the cabby turned to face his client. "Hey, you're Trish Stratus, from the WWE aren't you?"

"I'll give you an autograph and a kiss on the cheek if you get me to 255 Boys RD as fast as you can without getting pulled over," Trish said hurriedly.

"You got it," and with that, the taxi flew out of the airport. (*no pun intended*)

About 15 minutes, 29 different back roads, an autograph and a kiss on a cabby's cheek later, Trish stepped out of the taxi, luggage in hand, and jogged up to Jeff's door. Without even knocking, she stepped inside and dropped her bags in the foyer. She rushed to the kitchen, where she heard many different familiar voices. "Jeff?" she called.

"Trish Stratus, YOU ARE IN DEEP SHIT!" it wasn't Jeff's, but Amy's voice, she heard.

"Oh great, Amy knows," Trish thought. "Listen Amy, I know you're probably furious-" Trish paused at the look on Amy's face "Okay, livid, with me right now, but this is the most important moment of my life... where is Jeff?"

"I dunno, he left earlier today and hasn't come back," Matt said wrapping an arm around Amy.

"Amy, let me borrow your car... PLEASE let me borrow your car?" Trish pleaded.

Without a word, Matt grabbed the keys out of Amy's pocket and tossed them to Trish. Trish ran out of the house. "IF THERE IS ONE SCRATCH ON MY BABY, I'M GONNA-" the rest of Amy's threat was cut off by the slam of the front door. Then Amy turned to Matt. "And what the hell was that?"

"Didn't you see the look in her eyes? Amy, Trish is in love..."



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Jeff sat by the lake still, watching the sunset. He had been there all day, thinking about Trish. One of his favorite memories had been one morning--- (and we're going into flashback mode)

Jeff shook Trish lightly as he sat on the edge of her bed in the guest room. "Trish, wake up."

"Jeff, let me at least sleep till the sun rises. What do you think this is, Christmas?" Trish grumbled.

With a soft chuckle, Jeff picked Trish up in his arms and dropped her on the floor. With a soft thud, she landed on the pile of comforter that had fallen off the bed during the night. "Come on, I'm taking you some place secret, but you have to get up now!" Jeff said as he left the room.

Trish got up off of the floor, and threw her hair into a loose ponytail. She slipped on her fuzzy blue slippers and walked downstairs with a pillow in hand. "I'm sleeping in the car!" Trish mumbled as she plodded downstairs.

When he heard her voice, he looked up and laughed. She was wearing a fitted white tank top, blue pajama pants with cows jumping over the moon, and her slippers. "Nice outfit... very stylish. Starting a new trend?" Jeff questioned, trying not to smile.

"You better look out, Hardy. I've got a pillow, and you don't." Trish threatened. With another grin, Jeff opened the front door for Trish. She stepped outside into the warm summer air and walked over to Jeff's corvette. "So where are you taking me? Are we eloping?" Trish joked.

They both got into the car and as Jeff started the engine, Trish laid the seat back and put her pillow behind her head. Several hours later, Jeff shook Trish awake once again. "Perfect timing. Wake up, sleeping beauty. We're here," Jeff spoke.

"Jeff, it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen... this is beautiful!" Trish gasped. Jeff had driven her to the coast to see the sunrise over the beach. Neither one of them spoke, but they sat in a comfortable silence, both in awe of the stunning sunrise, as a Billie Holiday song came onto the radio...

"I thought I could find you here." Jeff thoughts were broken as he looked up to see a small, figural silhouette in front of him. "Please, don't say anything. I know what I did was worse than anything else I could have possibly done, and I don't expect for you to forgive me, I just wanted to give you this. It's not much, but it explains the way that I feel," Trish's voice was slow and trembling. Whether the tremble came from nervousness, excitement, or fear, he didn't know. She handed him an envelope with a single red rose secured to the front of it. And without another word, she was gone, out of his life again. Jeff turned to see Trish jogging away towards a silver car. He looked at the envelope in his hand, then back at Trish. Only, Trish had already gone. He leaned back against the trunk of the oak tree and opened the envelope.



Jeff- I cant help but hate myself for the way I've treated you. The only way I know to get out what I have to say, is something you've taught me- poetry. Here goes nothing...

Stranger flowers yet

There will never come a day that will ever regret

The hours days years and the minutes

The joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it

The drives on the coast to nowhere

Nothing to say just sit and stare

There's nothing like the comfort of a silence that's comfortable

Not talking small just skip the bull

Then I find myself in servility

Didn't think that was my ability

I go a yard and a mile to make you smile

But then I'm happy see

I got so many ways to make your gaze elliptical

Got a ways to go future's so

Criptical and I'm glad

Just another many things we've had

It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me

The first thing that you see

My eyes open I'm just hopin' you feel the same as me

The day starts carefully

On the sidewalk with the dog

You're right last night I was a hog

Come on I'm sorry

It's 73 degrees

January easily glides

Stranger flowers still

If you're gonna wanna go another day I will

Like this make it a deal

Sealed with a kiss

Sealed with a feel of impermanent bliss

Today my love we shall let the world slide

Turn off the ringer and just glide

For we shall never be younger again than

What do you see

It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me

The first thing that you see

My eyes open I'm just hopin' you feel the same as me

The day starts carefully

On the sidewalk with the dog

You're right last night I was a hog

Come on I'm sorry

Holiday on the radio

Billie knows that is the way to go

A place where we both can spend out saved time

Not collecting interest

Maybe the same reason we always find ourselves home bound

I've got to do some homework

The leave response we want to leave our place

For a new life a new trailer with an antenna and a porch

Of course we'll bring the dog

I will never in my life feel the same way about anyone as I do about you. I love you so much. I know that I don't deserve it, and I'm damn lucky if you even read this, but I'm going to ask for it anyway... Jeffrey Nero Hardy, please give me another chance. If you will at least attempt to give me the chance I'm not worthy of, I'm staying at the Stanford Hotel, room 311420 under the name Wilma Flintstone. With all the love I posses, Trish Stratus



Jeff jumped off of the ground and ran to his car. He quickly rushed to his house, leapt out of his car and bounded up the front steps. He flung his front door open to find that the only person left in the house was Liger. "Liger, where is everybody, boy?" Liger trotted off and returned with a piece of notebook paper in his mouth. Jeff took the piece of paper and read quickly.

Jeff, Amy and I are leaving but I thought you might want to know, Trish said something about staying at some hotel tonight under a cartoon character's name. She left about 5 min. ago. Call you later to make sure everything is cool. Later bro Matt



~*~*~*~*~ Later that Night ~*~*~*~*~

Jeff walked up to the receptionist with a baseball hat shadowing his face. " 'Scuse me, miss. I need to see Miss Wilma Flintstone. Is it alright if I just go up?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. We're going to need to call her and make sure that she's expecting someone." The receptionist replied.

With a sigh, Jeff removed his hat to get a gasp from the young lady. "Look, I really need to get up there. This is really important to me, and I want it to be a surprise. Please, just this one time, can I go up?" Jeff pouted.

The receptionist was too astonished to speak, so she only nodded her head. Leaning over the counter, Jeff kissed the girl lightly on the cheek. "Thanks miss, you're an angel."

As Jeff walked away, he heard the girl squeal. "Oh my God! Jenny, guess who just walked in here? JEFF HARDY!!" Jeff smiled to himself as he waited for the elevator.

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Trish fumbled for the lamp on her bedside table, turned it on, and groaned at the sudden brightness. "What do you people want from me?" she grumbled as she walked over to the door. As she opened it, she gasped. Before she could speak, Jeff covered her mouth with his, capturing her lips into a passionate kiss. "I love you too," he grinned as they pulled apart.

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Okay, so I know that I've been really bad lately about updating, but I'm SOOO sorry about that!! I'll try and be better, honest! Also, I know this was kinda a short chappy (okay, it was REALLY short) but ya gotta admit, the greatness of it makes up for it (at least I hope so) ( Thanks to all of my reviewers, YOU'RE THE BESTESTEST! I'll try and update again soon, but sorry, I cant make any promises about that ( Hope y'all had a great holiday and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! Thanks again for all the reviews! Oh yeah, one last thing, Trish's "poem" that she wrote was actually the song 8:16 AM by 311, with a few modifications to fit the story. Later Dayz kidz! ~*~* Luscious Lexi *~*~