Ah, silence, after a day of hearing Matt and Shannon barking orders being alone in my room is like heaven on earth. Except, I have to share it with my sister and her husband.

I piled my overnight accessories duffel bag and threw sat it outside the window, for easy access. No way in hell I'm sleeping in here tonight.

"Shannon!" I yelled as I ran down the hallway, my short legs tripped over my pajama bottoms and I went stumbling, bumping my shoulders against the walls.

"Jesus Christ, woman! What do you want?" Shannon asked, he was sitting at the table next to Adam looking through a book of tattoo designs.

"Ooh, that one's pretty! I have it inside my arm!" I squealed as I pointed to the nautical star in the book then to the purple and black stars inside my arms.

"Really? I was thinking about that one." Adam said.

Shannon cleared his throat, signaling he wanted me to leave as quick as possible.

"Oh! Yeah! I'm gonna go spend the night with Cassandra and Ashley, Steph's gonna drive me." I said then left.

Shannon nodded then took a long drink of his beer. My brother is an alcoholic, officially.

I went into my room, grabbed the duffel bag from outside. My sister was walking out of my bathroom, her long brown hair was thrown back into a ponytail. Signaling she was ready for bed.

"Sissy, will you drive me somewhere?" I pleaded.

"Sure, let me get the keys from Adam. Meet you out front." She said then slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops and left the room.

I grabbed the phone and dialed Jeff's number.

"Hello?" He answered.

"I'm leaving right now."

"Good, uh, do you need me to pick you up or something?" He asked sweetly.

I smiled, "No, I think Steph's gonna drive me."

"Good,"

"Well, I have to go. See ya in a few."

With that I hung up the phone and threw it onto the bed. The horn honked causing me to jump. I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and ran out of the house. Steph was sitting in the drivers seat, an impatient look on her face.

I put my bag in the trunk then climbed into the passengers seat.

"It's about fucking time, slow poke." She said then started the car.

"Sorry. I had to make a call."

"To who?" She asked as she backed out of the driveway.

"Uh…" I hesitated.

"What's the 'uh…' for?"

I smiled, "No reason."

"It's a boy isn't it?"

"I guess you could call him that." My smart ass side took over.

She laughed, "You're going to Jeff's right?"

My face turned a thousand shades of red, "How did you know!"

"You told Shannon you were going to Cassandra's and you hate going to her house."

I smiled, "Yeah…"

"Good, I know how to get there."

"Dude, do not, I repeat do not let Shannon know." I said, using my hands to emphasize do not.

She gave me a stupid look, "You think I want Adam to know I even went to Matt's house?"

"Oh, yeah, that's right."

"Kay, now shut up. Let's listen to music, " She said then pushed a CD in. 'Go Getter' came pouring out the speakers.

Soon we were pulling into Matt Hardy's driveway. He has a nice brick house. Butterflies rose in my stomach.

"Come pick me up at like, three tomorrow, bye!" I said then got out and closed the door behind me.

"Okay," she said then winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

I got my bag out of the back and met Jeff on the porch. He took my bag from me, grabbed my hand and led me into the house.

"Is Matt home?" I whispered.

Jeff looked back at me, "Yeah, he saw Steph pull up and took off. I dont look for him to be back soon."

I smiled, "Good."

"I hope you don't mind but I thought it would be great just to sit up in my room and play music, watch movies and just hang out. All that good shit."

"Sounds good to me…"

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"Touch me and die!" I laughed hysterically as I ran through the yard, football tucked safely under my arm.

"What!" Jeff said then put his hands on my hips and pulled me backwards.

"Stop! I'm about to win!" I said as I squirmed under his grip.

"Be still, woman," He said causing me to laugh then be still.

"Okay," I threw the football down and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You smell good." He said softly.

"Correction-Britney Spears smells good. I'm wearing her perfume."

He laughed, "Let's go swimming again."

"You're half fish aren't you?"

He looked down at me, a huge smile on his face, "No I'm not, but Matt has a hot-tub."

"Hum, doesn't that seem a little 'cheap porn' to you?"

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter."

I made a face that was shock in it's purest form, "You just admitted you watched porn."

"So…"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I just thought the one and only Jeff Hardy would never resort to porn."

He smiled, "As flattering as that is, honestly, I haven't got laid in a few months."

"That makes me feel better."

"Good, now can we get where it's warm or are we gonna stand here in the cold all night?"

"Fine, fine, let's go inside."

"Thank god!" He said relieved.

I removed my arms from his neck and he laced his fingers with mine.

The weirdest thing about this situation was, I trusted him. Weird, I know. But though all the things I've heard sound about right, there's this thing, in the pit of my stomach, that makes me blush when he talks to me, makes my hunger disappear, and makes me weak at my knees. There's always something about being in love that turns my faith into the negatives.

Jeff threw the cover off of the square hot-tub and steam rolled out.

"I always get in here when I get home from being on the road, cause my back kills me."

I smiled softly, "I'm sorry."

He kissed my cheek and whispered, "It's okay."

I pulled my shirt off to reveal a sports bra then slid my shorts off. Jeff was already in the hot tub.

"Is it warm?" I asked as I stood over the edge.

"Of course, are you like scared of water or something?" He mocked, a grin playing on his lips.

"No!" I said a little quicker than necessary.

He laughed, "Just get in."