Hey. This chapter gives a lil insight on what Matt n Amy think about his baby brother and his new found love. Also, things get a lil heated between Jeff n Trish. ;) I dont think i need to change the rating on this one though. Anywho, please remember: R&R!!!! Hope you like it,
-Candy
"What a night," Amy said as she slipped off her shirt getting ready to go into the shower. "No kidding..." Matt replied laying on the bed with his arms under his head, thinking. "I just can't see it, Ames. Jeff and Trish. They have almost nothing in common. They aren't each other's types or anything." "I can't either. It's probably just going to end up to be nothing. By next week, this will be all blown over." She said. Matt didn't reply. "Did you see them kiss?" He asked. "Yes," "Did it seem...real to you?" She sighed, denying to herself what she thought was real. "No, just a drunk kiss." she said. "Hm..." Amy looked at herself in the mirror. Trish was one of her best friends, as was Jeff. The thought of them together didn't seem to...fit. Like puzzle pieces almost. Or railroad tracks that never connect. But no matter what she said to herself, that kiss seemed real. Very real.
Jeff sat on his bed with his headphones on, looking out the window. He had a horrible headache and the music was like a key unlocking a door to a world with no pain. Trish. Nothing like this had ever happened between them before. Nothing. They were so different...so...apart. Living in different worlds, they never connected. Until now. That kiss was amazing...he hadn't felt anything like that in a long time. He laid there for a while before he finally realized what he had to do. He had to talk to Trish.
Slipping on a black undershirt and baggy pajama bottoms Trish stepped out onto the balcony. She was confused. About everything...Jeff...the bar...the kisses. She loved his kisses, and was dieing to touch him again. But he was Jeff Hardy. They weren't a couple. It didn't even make sense. They had nothing in common...and they had kissed before. Nothing happened then...why now? She drifted off thinking for a while when she heard a knock at the door. All the breath that was in her escaped as she opened it. Jeff was standing there with his hair pulled back and no shirt on with his black pants hanging loose at his hips. All she could do was stare. "Trish? Can I talk to you?" He whispered. "What?...Oh, yeah. Come in."
As he walked in they stood staring at each other for a few minutes. He wanted to kiss her again like they had in the barand all over her body. "I know this is really..." "Different?" She replied when he trailed off. "Yeah, different. I mean, I don't think anything like this has ever happened before with us." "No..." She trailed off, then began talking again. "Jeff, do you really think there's a reason we feel that way when we kiss? Is it just some kind of fling that's gonna end next week? You just broke up with your girlfriend, I don't wanna be some kind of rebound girl." "No, Trish. You aren't a rebound girl. It's just...I haven't felt this way in forever. And it's really weird...me and you. Together. It just doesn't make sense." Both of them were still feeling the effects of all the shots and drinks they had, causing a little of the tension to ease. "Well, why don't we put it to the test?" She asked. Jeff lifted an eyebrow. "How? We already kissed at the bar...and to be really completely honest with you...it was amazing." "Yes...it was. But I'm talking about going a little further then just kissing." He gave her innocent face a strange look. "You mean...?" He nodded towards the bed and she nodded back. Scratching the back of his head, he replied. "Umm, I don't see the harm in it." She looked at him, he looked a bit nervous, but still anxious. "It'll be fun, and if nothing happens then nothing happens...and then we'll know." She said getting closer to him. She offered him a smile then a wink, and he smiled back.
Once again they started kissing, turning everything into a hott and heavy make-out session. After that, things heated up pretty quickly. Jeff slipped off Trish's shirt revealing her pink bra underneath. Then she began running her finger nails gently up and down his chest. Soon, they made their way onto the bed, beginning a whole new chapter of their unfolding story.