Hey guys!! I would have updated earlier, but since I'm perfect, i'd forgotten how to upload the chapters! Oops! lol, but i finally managed to figure it out, so here's chapter 3! More chapters should be up really soon! Heres a few shoutouts to my R&Rers... :)

Chrissy--You're still the best, hun!! Thanks so much! Mwah!

Phoenix--I know!! Jeff/Trish fics are the best!! Thanks again.

Trishrocks--I miss Jeff too!! Hopefully he'll be back in the WWE real soon! Thanks a bunch.

JeffnTrish4ever--I love your stories also! Thanks! ;)

Sockospice--Thanks! I'm glad you like it. I think i know what you mean by changing tenses, I just don't know where. Could you point an example out, please? (Don't worry, you really sound like you know what you're talkin about, so i believe you ;) )

And a huge thanks to all those who've been reading :)

.::Candy::.

(Chapter 3)

"Jeff..." Matt nagged, "I think you should tell her how you feel."

Jeff looked up curiously at his older brother who was standing above him. Jeff was just simply sitting in the locker room tying his wrestling boots when Matt walked in, and began some small-talk which he quickly turned into Trish. "She obviously cares for you too,"

"I don't know, Matt." Jeff sighed, "It's not that easy. I mean, after what we've been through in the past? C'mon."

Matt just looked down at his little blue-haired brother, who was trying to ignore his stare, and grunted.

On Matt's way out, Jeff could her him mumbling to himself. Something about love and selfishness... Out of the many times Matt had told him what he should do in certain situations, Jeff could only remember a very faint few where he was wrong. He sighed to himself, realizing Matt was probably right, and went to wrestle his match.

Trish sat in silence backstage, drifting off into the wonderful sounds of her music playing in the small radio beside her. As she drifted off, she waited patiently for Jeff's match against Steven Richards. Her match opened the show, so she had the rest of the night to do what she pleased. And watching Jeff's match was exactly that.

Contemplating her thoughts, the vibrations of the Hardy entrance music suddenly rung through her mind. And then, there he was, glowing under the electric purple lights right along side Matt.

She watched his match in silence, studied him with anticipation. There he was, so close, but yet so far. But, why did she care? He wasn't even going to think about being with her. Not after what happened...

The painful memories came flooding back.

.Flashback.

"I never knew it'd be so damn hard to climb up a few stairs," Trish slurred, followed by a high-pitched hiccup that sent her laughing hysterically upon their hotel room bed.

The couple had just come back from a bar with their few Raw roster friends. A very giddy Trish had a few too many drinks, and Jeff was no different.

Trish rolled over to her side and fell off the bed with a heavy 'thud'. "Ow!" She screamed and laughed at the same time. Jeff rushed over to her aid.

"You alright?" He asked, clumsily trying to help her up.

Even with the small straps of her dress hanging off her shoulders, the tousled hair, and the smudged eye makeup, to Jeff Trish seemed totally irresistible. She fell against him as she finally came to her feet, and locked her eyes upon his lips.

Even though he was also drunk, Jeff recognized the flare in her eyes. "Trish..." He tried his hardest to speak sternly, but his voice weakened to a burning, lustful plea, "Remember...?"

"I know, baby." She spoke devilishly. "But, just for tonight?"

He didn't have to answer with words, and soon something else of Trish's was locked with his lips.

.End of flashback.

Soon, she realized she was crying. Stop it, Trish. She told herself. People are going wonder. Although, Trish knew all too well that everyone was already starting the old Jeff/Trish rumors again. Jeff's match was soon over, a glorious victory shared with his brother, and she watched as the two brothers came walking backstage.

She hadn't spoken with him since the fireplace moment at the hotel, and she still wasn't ready for his questions she had to soon face.

With a sigh, she changed into her favorite black top, the one Jeff always used to compliment her on, and headed towards his locker room.

"I'd say that went pretty well, don't you?" Matt asked his brother, who slumped into their dressing room.

"Yeah," He said confidently, sitting back against the couch and minding his own business.

Matt noticed how Jeff soon drifted off into his own little world again. He always seemed to do that. A world, Matt thought, that was haunted by Trish.

(A.N. I've noticed how a few of you have been wondering about Trish's "what a waste," comment. I'm sorry it wasnt in this chapter, but it should be in chapter 4)