A/N: Hey all! Again a bundle of thanks to all of u who reviewed AND to the person who reviewed after reading the entire story! Hey! no worries, just glad tht u loved the story! Oh and a note 2 LilMary as she was very sweet to add me to her friend's list on MSN. Mary, hey yeah I saw ur address adding me so I guess I'll talk2u on MSN! I don't actually have a 'fixed' nick-name as I always change it from time to time (depending on the mood) well Enjoy chapter 16: Listen guys, I KNOW I promised something bigger than the last but I couldn't finish it. (sorry!) but its still the SAME size of the last one (which was big rite?) and . . . im not really sure its as exciting as the others, it just pushes the story further . . . sort of a drag if u may. Let me know k?

Chapter 16

"Matty! HA, HA, HA. STOP it! ha, ha. Please . . . I need to get to the, ha, ha. Bathh—ahhaha" Laughter and giggles sliced through the silent of the room as Matt Hardy kept on toying with the sensitive of places on Amy Dumas's body. She loved it when he did it, but it had to stop.

Lingering kisses along the pulse-points of her swan-like neck and the cleavage areas, Matt licked and nipped at her upper parts while she chuckled uncontrollably. The massive sound of the heavy-falling rain outside, which has darkened the morning, had given an extra feel of warmth and comfort as the young couple cuddled inside the same bed. Matt laid inside the comforter, tickling the Woman's Champion from her back as he had his arms wrapped around her pretty little cloth-less state. Not to be considered wrong, Matt too had removed his long-sleeved upper body-wear before he began his sweet-little-torture on Amy's sweet-and sexy-flesh. "Matty . . . heh, he." Amy's laughter slowed as Matt moved from her back and placed himself on top of the gorgeous creature below him. "I need to go the bathroom." She confessed to him, the smile never leaving her mouth, as she understood very promisingly that she wouldn't be able to fight against the man.

There was a grin spread across Matt's lips as he hovered above her, he leaned down onto her face to tug a kiss softly against her bottom-lip, but not going any further than that. "So do I honey." He whispered against her ear, burying his face deep within the sanctuary of Amy's neck, dropping a kiss just at the corner of her nape, "So do I." He meant it as Amy pressed his head to rest on her shoulders. With the other hand of hers, Lita realized all to well what her boyfriend was talking about. Lowering down at the section where his boxers were worn, Amy gently navigated the strong and hard object that was pointing out to rub against her bare-stomach. Her eyes closed, the only other sound she could hear was the rain that stormed against multiple structures outside, that sound, this feeling, her Matthew. What could be more rewarding than a private time with the man she gave her heart to in an atmosphere like this? Well to answer that, last night was explosive for both of them . . . this was . . . sort of a 'thank you' notice as he mentioned before jumping in on her not seconds ago.

Matt could feel the same way, her bosoms crashed against the hardness of his roughed chest, but at the same time Matt felt Amy harden against his nipples, hers against his. To second that, Amy went further to slide in her paws inside the band of his night-boxers to grasp the extremely sensitive point of a man. Sending the wrath of spasms and X-O-X-O through Matt's body and mind at once.

Biting his own lip to control in the nature that was calling to him, Matt shifted his mouth from her neck to her chest. Lowering himself downwards, escaping Amy's squeeze for the slightest of moments, Matt thirsted over the hardness of her nipple, inserting it deeper, he sucked the entire left-breast inside his mouth, licking it while Amy pressed his head and tried to keep the tilting-cock in her palm.

Over all, the morning had once again turned into something very . . . very sexual. Just like the night they slept away together only a few hours back. At the movements of their feet crawling inside the comforter, the Playstation 2 joystick that Matt was playing, dropped to the ground, of course, Amy had already found a 'joy-stick' to keep both of them entertained. And as the PS2 controller is also called a 'joy-pad', Matt was already suckling on his newly found one.

~ A short way out ~

She walked through the entire empty hallway to reach this floor, although a bit spooked by the extent dosage of rain that was thundering down from the skies, Trish tried to remain calm. The Canadian blonde girl was never a big fan of the rain like that of her best friend. Normally she preferred to stay indoors and bushed in with the group of her friends in one such morning like this, and Memphis wasn't really a familiar town for her to begin with! At times, she remembered how it was when she was with Jeff, 'God!' she yelled to herself, 'Why are you still thinking about JEFF Hardy, Trish?!'. At first, when she told Jericho she would go to Amy's room, she just wanted to get away from Chris, but now . . . she was starting to realize that there is another reason she ran away from Chris for that particular moment . . . "Why am I thinking about him?" She cried out loud, but at the same time, making sure she wasn't loud enough for others to listen to her. "Oh God . . . why am I still thinking about Jeff?!" Her body was leaned against the flatness of the walls, trying hard to back out the tears from bursting through her eyes. She just wanted to be happy with the man she REALLY loved . . . Trish just wanted to find the right person, but now she was crossed to choose between 2 guys! 1 of them the person she IS with . . . the person who she knows she loves . . . and the other one? The other one to be the person she broke up with! The person Trish wasn't even sure he loved her back . . . but then again . . . from her side of the story . . . Trish herself wasn't sure what this feeling was. Love? Missing? Was she STILL in love with Jeff Hardy? After all they been through can she still have feelings for that man? Every time Trish tried to be with Chris, every single second she tried to spend a man-woman relationship with him, his words only reminded her of the person that was Jeffrey Nero Hardy. At least, that was the case for the last few days, and that was the case this morning. She had just started living with Chris . . . just started to take their bond to the next level, but could she live up WITH the new level? The rain outside wasn't scary because of its fear she had as a child . . . no, it had the stir of a scared soul because of the memories she had with it . . . the rain . . . Trish's fear towards it gave her bundles of memories with it. From her family, to her friends, but most importantly, with Jeff in the short year they were together.

Once again, she remembers how it was not less a year ago . . . sometime in the fresher years of 2003 . . . that day when she was surprised for an experience worth memorizing . . .

"Jeff," Trish Stratus knew just how softly she spoke his name, trying to shake away the spooked feel in a rainy morning such as this . . . in the very vacant and quiet town such as London England, they were on the WWE UK Tour. But as of that particular point, Trish was alone with a person as idiotic as Jeffrey Hardy. For some reason he loved to scare her of the rain, even more than she already was afraid of it. The worst part of it, however she hadn't a clue to why she agreed to do such a thing, was the trusting of the Hardy Boy to pick a videotape for them to watch after a warm breakfast they shared. Lunch was to arrive at their 'couples-only' suite by room service at the eagerly awaited hour of 12 noon, and it was just one of those days when a schedule wasn't given by the WWE . . . in other words a day-off. "Alright mister," She sternly shifted her voice from a whisper to an orderly one, "I don't like to play hide-and-seek at a time like this!" The current situation was a bit complicated considering the fear Trish was receiving from the thundering rain that darkened the bright sky and the unseen movie to which Jeff had stopped and said he needed to do something first. The movie was the now-framed-classic Scream 3 flick, and as much as Trish hated to watch a horror-movie in the middle of a storming rain in the middle of nowhere, she hated a horror movie to be stopped at the scary part to which she didn't know what could've happened next. "I KNOW this one of your petty-little-schemes to scare me off but let me assure you that I don't get scared that easily!" And oh yes, did I mention that the suite was consisted of 2 large rooms not-including the large bath? International Tours were always sided by first-class-treatment by the WWE but that meaning an apartment-like-hotel-room was a bit harsh on the poor Diva who was just spooked by the fact that Jeff was now MISSING. Vanished all of the sudden after mentioning he needed to get something from the other room. Previously he was teasing her to turn off the lights for more horror-enjoyment, when Trish refused he did the usual 'chicken' taunt to which she just HAD to give up and turn it off. Despite her fear. But that was what the young Hardy had wanted as she knows now.

Heaving out a sigh of irritation, Trish pressed the light switch to get some sight into the dark-gloomy room . . . only . . . she found it wasn't working. She flicked it again, hoping for a result, but none came. Trish hurriedly tried to turn on the other switch but it too, like the first one, was out of order. "Okay now THIS isn't funny!" She warned him out-loud, he just HAD to be there somewhere . . . hiding behind her, Trish knew it but couldn't prove it. "Jeff . . . I'm gonna count to three and if you don't come out from where you're hiding I'll be kicking your ass when I find you!!" Her notice was fast, so was her moving away from the light-switches as she tried to pull in some shedding by pressing the lamp. Again, nothing worked. Sighing a frustrated breath, Trish stared grimmly at the pulled curtains of the room, Jeff had made it clear that no kind of light would be able to come into the entire 'house' as seconding the fear-rate of the film. "And you did a prettty good job off it too y'know," She talked to the invisible person somewhere preying in on her . . . "I mean the lights, ha, ha. VEry funny. But I guess you didn't think about the CURTAINS did YOU?!" And as she yelled out that scream, Trish Stratus yanked the off-white colored material that blocked the sun from entering the 'lair'.

With the dismissal of the curtains, the very little amount of light spread throughout the dark room, Trish stood by it to take in the little victory of defeating her boyfriend in the war of the lights. "There!" She loudly spoke, as if declaring. Even though the light was very needed, it wasn't in a full summer-like manner. The storm outside, the rain which Trish disliked so much, had blocked the sun's rays from entering her side of the Earth. Resulting only a dim glance of sun-light to spread throughout the dimmer room. Trish heaved out a sigh of relief and turned around to contort her face to the angered one. What she saw . . . was even fearful than the rain outside.

Her eyes went wild and wide to the extreme, the couch . . . the one she had only left only but a few seconds before . . . her breath caught up somewhere in the throat as it went dry with the sight. "JEFF!!" She screamed as her mind couldn't catch up with everything at once. She felt her heart pulsing rapidly as she ran/jumped to the aide of the man laying on the couch. Jeff's hands were bleeding, the connecting vein on his wrist seemed exploded and to the darkness of the room, Trish vaguely didn't know what to do. She gasped with the sudden shock of anxiety as Jeff laid in the sofa. His eyes closed, not moving. It happened so suddenly, Trish couldn't react to what it might be! She knew that tears were to cream through her eyes at any point, the fact of Jeff . . . in that state . . . "Jeff." She whispered to him . . . slowly trying to touch his wounded arm. When she did however, the look on her face shifted from torn to confused, as the blood was uneasily thick. Her eyes squinted . . . and as sudden as she saw him fainting there in the sofa, Jeff's fist grabbed hold of her forearm! The bloody hand yanked the diva as she screeched with her loud-nosey voice. The pull on her arm too much for her to contain balance as she suddenly fell on top of Jeff's body! She was too afraid to look but when she did to his eyes, Trish saw nothing but pure laughter coming from him as he giggled like a hyena. It was all a big, fat, stinking, joke.

"YOU big stupid MORON!" She shouted at him, helplessly hitting on the chest she was laid against with as the man under her laughed uncontrollably. "You were SO scared!!" He chuckled.

"That wasn't FUNNY!" Trish complained, only resulting more giggles from the former Hardy-Boy. "Ha,ha,ha, ha. I CANT believe how superstitious you are!" He said to her, a smile briefly coming to her lips as well as she realized how stupidly she fell for his joke! "You JUST saw the MOVIE! Hahahahahahahaha"

Indeed, Trish never really was a big fan of the rain. But it did give her memories, memories she could never forget and that day was something worth remembering as she and Jeff had shared a very private time together in the coming night. "You always did make up for the jokes you pulled off on me." She quoted to no one surrounding the current hallway she was in, but to Jeff. But that 'experience' was a year ago, Trish has matured over that in the course of an entire year, she WAS a fully-grown woman. And now she wasn't afraid to be 'alone' in the course of a rain . . . although, the sound of the thunder roaring outside does send chills up your spine if you fear something for so long in your life. Trish looked past the empty corridor, there wasn't a single other person in that area or section of the building . . . possibly INSIDE their rooms, and Amy's room was just a shift to the left. The lonely-hall was sort of a . . . creepy sight as Trish silently moved away from that location.

~ A moment passed ~

The contending diva of Raw fixed her hair from the damsel it was in from all the sweat from not more than a second ago, she tapped on the wooden door of Amy Dumas and Matthew Hardy, two of her closest friends. It took the people from the other side nothing wasting than a whole minute wait. Amy opened the door, a violet full-sleeved-half-buttoned shirt was all she wore as on the further background Trish caught a glimpse of Matt shoving to the other side to pull on some type of T-shirt. Obviously her favorite couple was sharing some adult-time of their own from the start of the morning.

"Trish! Come . . . ah . . . come on in." Amy pointed her head inwards as she turned to enter her hotel-room, buttoning on her shirt along the way, her phase was undoubtedly faster than usual, but who was to blame? "Heey! Um . . . I was just wondering about breakfast." Trish mentioned the reason of her visit as she sat on a near-by chair, Matt was fully dressed by this time as he popped in a gray-long-sleeved-T and a pair of gym-pants. Amy remained the way she was . . . gorgeous.

"Yeah what about breakfast?" Amy asked to her best friend, "Ah . . . expecting company or anything?"

"Well that's just IT, see . . . I booked a table for us four downstairs and I want you guys to pop in say like . . ." Stratus looked at the bed-side alarm clock, it read 8:04AM. "15 minutes?"

Amy emerged from the bed and stood up, she responded: "No problemo ah . . . I need to dress up do ya mind? Hey when's your flight today?"

"I think . . . sometime in the noon."

"Well there's a 9AM flight to NY in about 2 hours." This time it was the oldest member in the room who spoke, Matt Hardy was looking at the tickets to which his 'manager' brought from last night. "Ours is on 4:30." When he looked up from the paper, the stare of the two lovely ladies looked upon him. Amy had a sideways-tilted head, she said. "Ohh but I SO wanted us to be on the same flight! Sorry Trish."

"Oh no problem! Yeah ours is the 9AM flight. I gotta go sign for the opening of the WWE Originals! Hehe, supposed to be fun." The younger diva mentioned as she still sat on the chair. There were other matters she needed to discuss . . . other matters involving Jeff Hardy, Matt's own little brother.

"Well its better for you with this rain outside huh?" Amy giggled at her remark and proceeded to the bathroom.

"Hey I'm not the ONLY one in this world with a fear of rain y'know!" She snapped. Amy just nodded with a smile spread on her lips and closed the bathroom door, sealing herself in there.

Trish heaved out a sigh of embarrassment as she rolled her blue eyes in show of disappointment. The schedules the WWE had for their star-athletes were usually that of one-city to-another and another-city from the last-one. That was how they spend their days in the road, Trish was GLAD that at least ONE of them wrote a book about it. The struggling life in a tour or on the road in a weekly basis was tiring. Especially when the closest of your friends had their own schedules to go to and those that are not linked to yours. But throughout all, visiting the alive state of New York was always fun, and since it was all about a signing autographs for the day, Trish loved to spend some times with the fans as well. Her face showed that hint of thinking the 'bright side'. But then again, the small-smile fell when she realized she had to be with the person she wanted less time to spend with: Chris Irvine Jericho.

"Well, judging by that look on your face I have to say that Amy's little tease DID get the better of you." Matt spoke to her from a distance of the room as he sat by the gigantic glass-window past the double-sized bed. "Well . . ." Her voice slowed to a tone, "Actually I was thinking about something else." And she was in no mood of joking . . . not now at the least.

Matt finished the 5th glass of water he had that morning, when you are a wrestler and a reigning Hardcore Champion you need that kind of h2o to get your blood pumping. Matt gave her a look from the distance, "Like what? Everything alright?" Trish had always looked at the man as a big-brother figure, ever since she met with the Hardyz, Matt was always the more mature one apart from his brother. Well d-uh, she told herself, he was the older brother! Even though that was mostly the case, the Hardyz were the kind of people you could always have fun and kid around with. 'A bunch of never-growing-teenagers' as Paul Heyman once quoted.

Returning back to what's really important and happening, Trish looked up at the older Hardy and mentioned the 2nd reason she was there right now. "Well . . ." She started with that particular word once again as the knowledge of how to start wasn't in her mind for that particular second. Particularity to be a lot. "Matt, have you talked with Jeff lately?"

"No . . . not since that day you guys left the Hardy-Pad. We had an . . . argument over a silly subject but I haven't talked to him since. Why?" Clearly, Matt couldn't tell Trish Stratus the reason behind his and his brother's fight. Jeff had warned them about NEVER telling Trish about his feelings, Jeff had vowed if he wanted to make that move he had to do it himself.

Trish sighed at Matt's response, she hoped for a better answer, "Well I havent talked to him either. I . . . called like a couple of hours ago but his mobile phone AND your house-number was engaged. I tried a few minutes later but the message said his mobile was off. SO . . . I'm kinda concerned about him." But a response came late this time. Trish looked up to see a sarcastic smile following a brief sigh escaping from the Hardcore Champ. He said, "That's just like ol' Jeffy y'know? He always cries over that no one ever wants anything to DO with him but when we DO we can't REACH him."

Her forehead folded with confusion rising in her mind, she hadnt a simple clue to what Matt was talking about! "Ah . . ." She managed to say, "WHAT?"

"Never mind. I was thinking about something ELSE. So . . . um . . . did you try Shannon's phone or something? Usually he always clowns around in our house?"

"Well . . . no . . . not really."

"How about Shane helms? Yeah, he went back to NC just last night after Raw. Said he and the guys had some kind of party thing going on. You should try calling him."

"Hmm . . . yeah I talked to Shane like at the arena but didn't reach him ever since. I'm just . . . y'know, concerned about Jeffy. Did he get better or anything?" Her words were pure, filled with the exact feelings she had in her heart.

Matt nodded, sending the message that he knew what she was talking about, "Well, yeah I know what you're feeling Trish. And, um, to answer that last question. I have to say that he is better than before, at least he's at home now instead of that hospital!"

"Oh yeah! You said it Big-Bro-Hardy! I just . . . don't LIKE that hospital at all . . . no body should be there."

Matt was doing something with the PS2 by now, packing it up in the special case he had, turning to face her, the older man swept a hand through his unhooked-hair to clear the strands away from his own face. "Exactly," He agreed to her statement, "No body should be in a hospital, atleast no body with a good-mind. And that includes Jeff. Thank God he's out of that hell of a place by now."

~ North Carolina ~

But the words of his older brother was one to go against with, Jeff Hardy was in the sanctuary of his home, his father wasn't there today as he was busy with agendas beyond the young-wrestler's knowledge.

As it was raining simultaneously in the town of Memphis, back here at Cameron North Carolina the weather reassembled as a complete January Morning. Buttering with thick-snowing outside and giving the indoor-feel more than a chill-to-the-bone. For Jeff it was more like a chill-to-the-bad-knee. He sat at the breakfast table, finished with the bacon and eggs he prepared himself as he sat drinking his fresh juice of orange while reading the headlines of the day.

A slight beeping on his cell phone alerted the Hardy as he clicked it and placed it on his ear, he SAW the missed-calls from Trish from earlier that morning but couldn't find the time to call back. "Hello?" He said to the new caller, "Hey there! Its me . . . Britney? Listen, you are supposed to come by for your ankle-check up right? Your appointment is due 3 hours."

Jeff immediately recognized the owner of the voice, Britney Spears, his nurse from the hospital. "Hey! Ah . . . yeah I remember that. I'll be coming over after I finish my breakfast all right?" Jeff was a nice guy to begin with.

" 'Kay . . . um . . . you need a ride?"

"No . . . no thanks I can get my own."

"Okay . . ." There was something different about her voice, something about the way she was talking . . . a bit . . . crushy.

"Ah, Jeff . . . would you like to go on and grab a bite to eat after your check-up? I'm free at lunch."

It slammed him hard. This . . . girl was asking him for a DATE! And Jeff knew when people talks like the way she was talking NOW. Part of him was screaming for a deny, "Um . . ." 'Come on Hardy think of something' he looked through the New York Post he had on his hands and his eyes caught to a brief mention of the WWE Originals and a photo-signing. "Ah . . . hold on a minute kay? I'm gonna check my schedule?"

"Sure no problem." She sounded happy, and he knew VERY happy as the 'sure' sounded. Jeff surveyed the add of the World Wrestling Entertainment.

'Many great merchandises has been released by the World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) over the past few DECADES. Their star athletes have gone through MANY huge publicity products to make names for themselves in the book on mostly everything. The Rock (One of WWE's glorified champions) has debuted into the big-screen as the leading actor on various Hollywood movies, his predecessor the great Hulk Hogan as his NICK name as 'Hollywood' for his successes. And just like these two idols in the world of sport, so too does the newest wrestlers of Wrestling today joined by the WWE to create this amazing package. WWE Originals showcases songs sang and written by their top-wrestlers today! Wrestlers include John Cena, Rikishi, Lita and Chris Jericho.' The article read, "Skip ahead man, skip ahead!"

"What was that Jeff?"

"AH . . . nothing . . . hold on okay?"

Jeff travelled his sights to the photo-signing: 'Tonight at Times Square, Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus are too drop by for a autograph signing session with the millions of fans right here in New York!'

That print of the couple's name, CHRIS JERICHO and TRISH STRATUS. Only by experience you can predict just how hard it is to see the names of your ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend as one. Especially when you still have feelings for your ex-girlfriend. Imagine how Jeff's face looked.

"AH . . . yeah, Britney?"

"Yeah?"

"I also got nothing better to do today! Heh,"

"Cool so we on for lunch?"

"It-will-be-a-date."

(TBC)

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A/N: Next update . . . Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday! Sorry im takin so long but the next 3 days is EID for me! : ).

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