A/N: Hey story junkies or should I day 'Jeff Hardy' Junkies? I know this updat has been a long time coming, but here it finally is! YOu're gonna read this and think its really sucky I know, i think that maybe why i haven't updated in so long- I suddenly came to a stand still. But not to worry friends the holiday festivities have filled me full of fresh new ideas just waiting to be typed! So just hang around! I promise you're next fix is just around the courner!

Oh and thankyou to all of you who have reviewed! You know who you are- I love you- You keep me going! xxx

I awoke a few hours later, sleepily and almost still in a dream I rolled over and picked up my cell phone from the nightstand next to the bed. The light from the display blinded me as I checked the time, 5:16 am, I sighed loudly as I rubbed my eyes once I had put my phone back down then rolled back over to my comfy spot.

"Can't sleep?" Jeff suddenly asked me, startling me.

"I didn't think that you were awake…" I yawned, rolling back into the middle of my pillow to reclaim my comfy spot.

"I've been waiting for you…" He told me cryptically.

"Waiting for me, what the hell do you mean?"

"Waiting for you to wake up."

"Why?"

"No reason."

"Jeff what's going on? You are acting really weirdly."

"I want to kiss you again." As Jeff said the words, I sighed, turned my head and looked into his eyes; he was already looking at me.

Over the course of the next few weeks I began to see even more of Jeff Hardy that I already had been doing. On the weekends that he was in Florida to work, we'd be spending time together, all the times throughout the weekend that he wasn't working, he would be hanging out with me.

We were having a great time together; sharing past experiences, aspirations, dreams, and hopes… of course there were a few stolen kisses, but nothing more.

Although I was having a great time with Jeff things were still weird for me at the moment, I was still getting used to the fact that I had no job in wrestling and much to my parents disgust I had taken a step or two down the ladder and had got myself a couple of shifts a week at a late night bar near to my house, I quiet enjoyed it actually- I got to make friends with a new 'type' of people, it was really nice.

"Mom? You here, it's me!" I yelled, entering the house.

"Oh hey baby you're early I didn't expect you for another hour yet."

"I know but it's you who's always complaining I ain't ever visitin' so I thought I'd stop by a little earlier." I told her as I gave her a hug.

"Good well I'm glad you are here I want to talk to you about Thanksgiving dinner…"

"Oh Ma now? Do we have to?" I asked, moaning like a child as I jumped up onto the kitchen counter to sit down.

"Yes we do I need to know numbers so I know how many to start preparing for," she told me as she busily carried on with her choirs around the kitchen.

"Number? Err Ma, I'm just one number…" I told her sarcastically.

"Yes honey I know you're just one number but I thought this year you might want to bring someone along with you."

"With me, like who?"

"What a about that young man you've been spending time with recently?" she asked, stopping what she was doing to look at me.

"What young man, there's no young man."

"Riley you always were no good at lying, I know there is someone one because of the way you are fidgeting and two because your brother let slip."

"I'll kill Ryan when I see him."

"So are you going to let us all meet him then?"

"Ma he has his own family to be with for Thanksgiving," I told her as I jumped back down, I went to the refrigerator and began to rummage around inside. "Beside Ma he's just a friend, I don't know what you're expecting…"

"Well can you at least ask him Riley, please do it for you're mother…."

"I'll ask him," I replied with a sigh, she always wins me around, "I'm not promising anything though!"

By the time I got home from my parents house later that night, it was almost midnight. I let myself inside my house, turning on the lights I looked at the clock. Is it to late to call him? I thought to myself out loud. After a few moments of thought I called him.

"Hello?" he answered in the beautifully familiar southern voice.

"Jeff hi it's Riley."

"Oh hey beautiful…" he flirted back, I could tell he was smiling, "I was just thinking about where you might be… a much more preferable place than I am now."

"I got something to ask you…" I began nervously, I was unsure of the outcome to what I was about to ask. "I know I'm calling you late in the night and everything and err well I understand totally if this is stupid or out of order or what ever… and its majorly influenced by my mother to be totally honest with you…"

"Riley!" Jeff suddenly interrupted, stopping me mid sentence.

"Yes?"

"Ri stop rambling and just ask me, I can't think of many things that you could possibly ask me that I'd say no too."

"Okay, well my Mom wanted me to ask you… well she wanted me to ask… I'm doing it again aren't I? Rambling?"

"Yup…" He laughed.

"Would you like to come and have Thanksgiving dinner with me and my family?"

"Thanksgiving?"

"I know stupid thing to ask really, you have your own family to be with…"

"Riley just shut up and let me finish… I'd love to come to Thanksgiving with you." I could tell he was smiling again.

"You would?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah definitely."