TITLE: Ballroom Dancing.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Edge, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I live for reviews! Sending reviews makes me one happy Cathie! ^_^ So go on and make me happy! I know you want to!
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Lita slumped further into her couch, a small wooly blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she watched some cheesy soap opera on the television in front of her. She reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a large piece of chocolate mud cake off a plate and chomping on it. Not caring that the dark chocolate icing stuck around the edges of her mouth, she finished the piece off quickly, reaching for her cup of hot chocolate to wash it down.
She sighed as she tore her gaze away from the television screen, and looked over at the clock that hung on her wall. 7:10 pm. Normally, Jeff would be with her right now, and they would be practising some dancing steps. But since that night, two days ago, when her and Jeff had spent the night drinking at her place which had resulted into a huge confrontation, she hadn't heard anything from the youngest Hardy brother.
Someone she had heard from though, was Jericho. The night after, actually. He told her that Jeff had stopped by his place and questioned him about her. More specifically, he had asked what Lita was keeping from him. And Chris had told the redhead that unfortunately, he hadn't been able to keep his 'big mouth' shut, and told Jeff about Lita's real feelings. The blonde canadian said that he was sorry, that he didn't have the intention of telling Jeff, but looking at him - face to face - he just blurted it out.
Lita was shocked at first. Well, okay. More than shocked. Horrified. Now that Jeff knew how she really felt about him, it was all over. She could wave bye bye to their friendship, bye bye to all the time that they spent together, and bye bye to ever being able to look him in the eye again.
Jeff had proved her right over the past couple of days. He hadn't called, hadn't visited... nothing. So Lita decided to spend her night pigging out on junk food and things she wouldn't normally indulge in. She figured she had nothing better do now that she wasn't teaching Jeff how to dance. If he wasn't going to be around her anymore, she needed to find other things to keep her occupied. Cheesy soaps and lots of junk food was just the thing.
The redhead tucked her legs beneath her as she shifted on the couch. She pulled the blanket around her tighter, and clicked the remote control, surfing for a show that could possibly be even cheesier than the one she was originally watching. Stopping at a documentary about Orangutans, she grabbed the bucket of choc-chip ice cream that sat on the coffee table in front of her and shovelled a spoonful into her mouth. She placed the bucket on her lap and kept eating, staring at the screen lifelessly.
A knock at the door brought her out of her zombie like state. Lita gave a heavy sigh as she realised she would have to get up. She figured it was Chris, as he had told her on the phone that he might stop by and see how she was. Hopefully it was the blonde canadian, cause then she could kick him for disturbing her self-pitied sulking. Slowly, she got up and made her way to the door. Not bothering to tidy herself up, Lita reached to open the door.. and her heart stopped beating.
"Um, hi Li."
What? Lita could hardly breathe. What was he doing there? Standing at the door like nothing had happened. Like two full days hadn't passed since the last time they talked - and even then, that had ended in tears. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her thoughts. Why was Jeff Hardy standing in her doorway?
"Jeff? ..."
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I completely lost track of time. I was out riding my bike and I just..." Jeff trailed off, squinting. He scratched at the area around his mouth awkwardly. "Um, Lita, you've got something around your mouth..."
Lita snapped awake, and quickly held a hand up to her mouth. It was still covered in chocolate icing from the cake she had earlier. A small groan escaped her lips as she rushed to the kitchen to wash off the remaining icing. She called out from the kitchen to Jeff, who still stood just outside the front door. "You can come in. I was just.. um, watching some television."
Jeff stepped inside as Lita finished up in the kitchen, closing the door behind him. He walked into the lounge room, and his eyes fell upon the cake, ice cream and cup of hot chocolate that sat on the coffee table, among other things like potato chips and cookies. His brow furrowed slightly. Strange, he thought. Lita never really was one for junk food.
She exited out of the kitchen, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. She folded it and placed it on the table. The diva stood in front of Jeff, playing with her fingernails nervously. "So, you're here because...?"
The young man felt a quiver shoot through him at the tone of Lita's voice. Unknowing, scared, nervous and upset. She was acting so different around him. So distant, so cold. There was no way that what Chris Jericho had told him a day ago was true. If Lita felt that way for him.. she wouldn't be acting like this. Would she?
"I'm here for my dancing lesson. Oh.. if they're still on, of course."
Unsure of how to react to his words, Lita shrugged her shoulders, hoping that she didn't look as panicked as she felt. "If you still want to learn, then yeah, they're still on." So Jeff didn't mind spending time with her, and wanted to continue his lessons. She suppressed a sigh as she thought about how much he must of wanted to impress Trish Stratus.
Jeff let out a breath of relief, and a soft smile crept onto his face. "Good." He paused, unable of anything else to say. "Good."
An unsettling silence fell upon the two friends, and Lita cleared her throat. "I'll just put on some music and we'll get started." She ran a hand through her long hair, and reached into her pocket, pulling out a hair tye. She bundled her hair up at the back of her head, tying it in a loose ponytail before walking over to the stereo. "Are we going over the waltz? Or did you want to try something a little quicker tonight? Because we could go either way, really --"
"Jericho told me that you're in love with me."
Lita froze, facing the stereo as Jeff stood behind her. She felt her lungs constrict, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt her heart begin to race, making it feel like it would burst from her chest at any second. She felt her legs suddenely grow weak, making it feel as though she would soon drop to the floor. Lita still stood facing the stereo, not able to say anything.
"Lita?" Jeff asked unsurely, taking a step closer to the redheaded diva.
Slowly, she turned around to face him. His face was full of uncertaintity, and doubt, and fear. Lita felt herself grow cold at the look on his face. He was disgusted at the idea of her being in love with him; she could see it in his eyes. He hated the idea.
She closed her eyes for a split second, trying desperately to draw some strength from deep within herself. When she opened them again, a gentle smile was placed on Lita's lips. "Did he really?" She walked the coffee table, picking up her hot chocolate and taking a quick gulp. "Well, you know Chris. What a joker! Always making things up and mucking around... such a stirrer!"
A frown found it's way onto Jeff's features as he studied Lita carefully. His head tilted slightly to one side as he watched her. "So you're saying Jericho was lying?"
Gathering up more and more courage, Lita let out a laugh. "Of course! I mean, look at the facts here. It's Jericho you're talking about. Since when did he become a reliable source?" She looked at Jeff pointedly before continuing. "And how could I possibly be in love with you? You're my little Jeffy! Honestly, you and Matt are like the brothers I never had! You know that, don't you?"
With those words, Jeff felt all his resolve fade away. Lita had said that she felt for him like a brother. That was it. It was over. He let Chris persuade him to believe that maybe she did feel otherwise, because she hadn't ever stated their love to be purely brotherly/sisterly. Jeff had been thinking about what Jericho had told him, and each time he thought about it, the more sense it made. But now, now that she had clearly defined their relationship...
Well, he knew that Jericho was a liar.
"So, are you okay now? That Jericho, trying to stir you up like that... I don't known why he would say something like that."
"Yeah, yeah. He probably thought he was being funny." Jeff shook his head slightly, feeling heartbroken and disappointed - and he wasn't really sure why.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Slight swearing.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Edge, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I live for reviews! Sending reviews makes me one happy Cathie! ^_^ So go on and make me happy! I know you want to!
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Lita slumped further into her couch, a small wooly blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she watched some cheesy soap opera on the television in front of her. She reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a large piece of chocolate mud cake off a plate and chomping on it. Not caring that the dark chocolate icing stuck around the edges of her mouth, she finished the piece off quickly, reaching for her cup of hot chocolate to wash it down.
She sighed as she tore her gaze away from the television screen, and looked over at the clock that hung on her wall. 7:10 pm. Normally, Jeff would be with her right now, and they would be practising some dancing steps. But since that night, two days ago, when her and Jeff had spent the night drinking at her place which had resulted into a huge confrontation, she hadn't heard anything from the youngest Hardy brother.
Someone she had heard from though, was Jericho. The night after, actually. He told her that Jeff had stopped by his place and questioned him about her. More specifically, he had asked what Lita was keeping from him. And Chris had told the redhead that unfortunately, he hadn't been able to keep his 'big mouth' shut, and told Jeff about Lita's real feelings. The blonde canadian said that he was sorry, that he didn't have the intention of telling Jeff, but looking at him - face to face - he just blurted it out.
Lita was shocked at first. Well, okay. More than shocked. Horrified. Now that Jeff knew how she really felt about him, it was all over. She could wave bye bye to their friendship, bye bye to all the time that they spent together, and bye bye to ever being able to look him in the eye again.
Jeff had proved her right over the past couple of days. He hadn't called, hadn't visited... nothing. So Lita decided to spend her night pigging out on junk food and things she wouldn't normally indulge in. She figured she had nothing better do now that she wasn't teaching Jeff how to dance. If he wasn't going to be around her anymore, she needed to find other things to keep her occupied. Cheesy soaps and lots of junk food was just the thing.
The redhead tucked her legs beneath her as she shifted on the couch. She pulled the blanket around her tighter, and clicked the remote control, surfing for a show that could possibly be even cheesier than the one she was originally watching. Stopping at a documentary about Orangutans, she grabbed the bucket of choc-chip ice cream that sat on the coffee table in front of her and shovelled a spoonful into her mouth. She placed the bucket on her lap and kept eating, staring at the screen lifelessly.
A knock at the door brought her out of her zombie like state. Lita gave a heavy sigh as she realised she would have to get up. She figured it was Chris, as he had told her on the phone that he might stop by and see how she was. Hopefully it was the blonde canadian, cause then she could kick him for disturbing her self-pitied sulking. Slowly, she got up and made her way to the door. Not bothering to tidy herself up, Lita reached to open the door.. and her heart stopped beating.
"Um, hi Li."
What? Lita could hardly breathe. What was he doing there? Standing at the door like nothing had happened. Like two full days hadn't passed since the last time they talked - and even then, that had ended in tears. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her thoughts. Why was Jeff Hardy standing in her doorway?
"Jeff? ..."
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I completely lost track of time. I was out riding my bike and I just..." Jeff trailed off, squinting. He scratched at the area around his mouth awkwardly. "Um, Lita, you've got something around your mouth..."
Lita snapped awake, and quickly held a hand up to her mouth. It was still covered in chocolate icing from the cake she had earlier. A small groan escaped her lips as she rushed to the kitchen to wash off the remaining icing. She called out from the kitchen to Jeff, who still stood just outside the front door. "You can come in. I was just.. um, watching some television."
Jeff stepped inside as Lita finished up in the kitchen, closing the door behind him. He walked into the lounge room, and his eyes fell upon the cake, ice cream and cup of hot chocolate that sat on the coffee table, among other things like potato chips and cookies. His brow furrowed slightly. Strange, he thought. Lita never really was one for junk food.
She exited out of the kitchen, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. She folded it and placed it on the table. The diva stood in front of Jeff, playing with her fingernails nervously. "So, you're here because...?"
The young man felt a quiver shoot through him at the tone of Lita's voice. Unknowing, scared, nervous and upset. She was acting so different around him. So distant, so cold. There was no way that what Chris Jericho had told him a day ago was true. If Lita felt that way for him.. she wouldn't be acting like this. Would she?
"I'm here for my dancing lesson. Oh.. if they're still on, of course."
Unsure of how to react to his words, Lita shrugged her shoulders, hoping that she didn't look as panicked as she felt. "If you still want to learn, then yeah, they're still on." So Jeff didn't mind spending time with her, and wanted to continue his lessons. She suppressed a sigh as she thought about how much he must of wanted to impress Trish Stratus.
Jeff let out a breath of relief, and a soft smile crept onto his face. "Good." He paused, unable of anything else to say. "Good."
An unsettling silence fell upon the two friends, and Lita cleared her throat. "I'll just put on some music and we'll get started." She ran a hand through her long hair, and reached into her pocket, pulling out a hair tye. She bundled her hair up at the back of her head, tying it in a loose ponytail before walking over to the stereo. "Are we going over the waltz? Or did you want to try something a little quicker tonight? Because we could go either way, really --"
"Jericho told me that you're in love with me."
Lita froze, facing the stereo as Jeff stood behind her. She felt her lungs constrict, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt her heart begin to race, making it feel like it would burst from her chest at any second. She felt her legs suddenely grow weak, making it feel as though she would soon drop to the floor. Lita still stood facing the stereo, not able to say anything.
"Lita?" Jeff asked unsurely, taking a step closer to the redheaded diva.
Slowly, she turned around to face him. His face was full of uncertaintity, and doubt, and fear. Lita felt herself grow cold at the look on his face. He was disgusted at the idea of her being in love with him; she could see it in his eyes. He hated the idea.
She closed her eyes for a split second, trying desperately to draw some strength from deep within herself. When she opened them again, a gentle smile was placed on Lita's lips. "Did he really?" She walked the coffee table, picking up her hot chocolate and taking a quick gulp. "Well, you know Chris. What a joker! Always making things up and mucking around... such a stirrer!"
A frown found it's way onto Jeff's features as he studied Lita carefully. His head tilted slightly to one side as he watched her. "So you're saying Jericho was lying?"
Gathering up more and more courage, Lita let out a laugh. "Of course! I mean, look at the facts here. It's Jericho you're talking about. Since when did he become a reliable source?" She looked at Jeff pointedly before continuing. "And how could I possibly be in love with you? You're my little Jeffy! Honestly, you and Matt are like the brothers I never had! You know that, don't you?"
With those words, Jeff felt all his resolve fade away. Lita had said that she felt for him like a brother. That was it. It was over. He let Chris persuade him to believe that maybe she did feel otherwise, because she hadn't ever stated their love to be purely brotherly/sisterly. Jeff had been thinking about what Jericho had told him, and each time he thought about it, the more sense it made. But now, now that she had clearly defined their relationship...
Well, he knew that Jericho was a liar.
"So, are you okay now? That Jericho, trying to stir you up like that... I don't known why he would say something like that."
"Yeah, yeah. He probably thought he was being funny." Jeff shook his head slightly, feeling heartbroken and disappointed - and he wasn't really sure why.