So the poem down there…in italics, that's really by Jeff. So back off. He's amazingly talented, in more than one way. Haha. Enjoy! I love you kiddies!

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Beer, in the can form, bottles of wine, cocktails, vodka, whiskey and liquor. All these things, Shannon bought. All these things, Shannon, Jeff, Matt, Steph, (and about every other person they came in contact with) are drinking.

Guess who wasn't invited and who didn't go: Me.

They never spoke a word to me. Just left.

I sighed and leant my head against the bathtub and let the bubbles rise up to my neck.

Someone knocked on the door.

I rolled my eyes, "Come in."

Steph staggered in, tears rolled down her face.

"Oh god. Baby! What's wrong?!" I said, sitting up without showing anything.

She sat down Indian style next to the tub, "I miss Adam right now."

"Shhh…Listen, there must be a reason you left him for Matt. You love Matt, right?"

She nodded.

"Well, stick with him. We both know Matt wouldn't break into a house…" I laughed gently.

She smiled, "I know, but I miss the way he held me…"

I laughed, "But Adam didn't look at you like Matt does."

"I know…" A grin crept on her face, "I didn't look at Adam like I look at Matt. I do love him."

I patted her shoulder, "See, you just miss the good times you had with Adam. But there's lots of good times to be made with Matt. You just need time."

She rested her head on the tub, "Do you miss what's his face?"

I laughed, "Not very much right now. I have Jeff."

She laughed, "He really got mad because you were alone with Phil. He was talking to Matt about it."

I experienced a sudden change of mood.

I frowned, "What did he say?"

"That he didn't like how he acted around you, and he thinks that Phil has a thing for you."

I rolled my eyes, "He's stupid."

She laughed then struggled to her feet, "I'm gonna go spend some time with Matt."

I laughed, "Go ahead."

She left the room. I sank down into the bathtub, the water was warm. My eyelids dropped, then rose then dropped again. Soon I was fast asleep.

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I opened my eyes, a folded piece of paper with words scratched on it lay in front of me. The water had long since turned cold and my skin was pruny.

I picked the paper up. It read: To Jessica Moore From Jeff Hardy. I smiled and unfolded it. The inside read:

You're beautiful...but strange...So am I. You're smart...but still slow...So am I. You're impatient...but fast...So am I. You're tired...but still last...So do I. You're hot...but still cold...So am I. You're established...but not old...So am I. You're waiting...but happy...So am I. You're leaving...but staying...So am I. You're amazing...but weird...So am I. You're yourself...but still feared...So am I. We both want to be...A forever seen star. I have to say...a lot in common is what we are.

I wrapped a towel around me and went into the hotel room. Jeff was lying on his back asleep on the bed. I crawled onto the bed and straddled him.

He slowly opened his eyes, his hands immediately found their way to my hips.

He smiled, "Good morning."

I grinned and laid the paper down on his chest.

He looked down, "What's this?"

He picked it up and skimmed over the words, his face turned a light shade of pink.

I bent down and kissed him. He ran his hands over my towel.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"For what?" He asked.

"Showing me you care."

"I do care! I always have." He defended himself.

"Is that why you've left me alone two nights in a row without even telling me where you're gonna be?"

He rolled his eyes, "Don't even bring that up."

"Oh, I'm gonna bring it up." I said then got off of him and stood next to the bed.

"Stop being such a bitch, Jess."

"No, I'm not going through this again." I said then ran into the bathroom and barricaded myself inside.