Once again, hey ladies n gents! ;) I apologize for my slow updates, ive been really busy lately. Besides the fact that my computer is being a real bitch! I have 2 new fics that should be making their appearance on real soon! The first is titled "Tink" and its once again with Jeff n Trish. (So far, it's one of my favorites ;) ) The next is "Sometimes, I Wonder" and it's a 1st Person (Trish's POV) once again in romance with Jeff Hardy! Anyways, this is a really short chapter but don't let that stop you from readin it! ;) Enjoy, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE R&R!!!! Remember: no reviews, no fics. :)
-Candy
In the morning Jeff awoke with a terrible headache. He rolled over and almost fall off the bed when he realized who was laying there next to him. An angel. An angel named Trish. He pulled down the covers and released a sigh of relief when he realized they both were fully dressed. "Trish?" he spoke quietly shaking her shoulder. "Trish…" She slowly opened her eyes. "Hey…!" She said, with her voice a little shaky from just waking up. "Why are you in my room?" He asked. "Because you let me in," She said a little confused. "I did?" "Jeff…I came to your room last night because I couldn't sleep. You let me in and offered to let me sleep here. Remember?" "Oh…yeah," he lied. "Well, Jeff, I better get going. We have a house show to get to and it's already after 12 o' clock. Thanks for letting me stay here last night,"
She got up and quietly left, leaving Jeff behind. Him…and Trish. Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratigias. The princess and the punk. Did this make sense? No…it made no sense at all. None what-so-ever. They weren't meant to be together. They had nothing in common. The little well known phrase 'opposites attract' slipped into his head. This is not happening--Jeff thought to himself as he brushed his hands over his face. We don't belong together…he thought as he got up off the bed. He shook everything out of his head as he climbed into the hot shower which seemed to wash everything away.
Trish thought of Jeff as she walked out of the shower, wrapping a warm towel around her upper body. Even though she had been drunk, she remembered the events of last night. Being able to trace around the foggy details she could describe almost everything that happened. Maybe with some other guy this would have made sense, but not Jeff Hardy. Not the man she had started two storylines with and didn't feel anything but his lips…not the man she hadn't seen or spoken with for over 3 years…the man that had blue hair and wrote poetry. Not that man. With her fist she wiped off the fog from the mirror looking at herself. She gasped at what she saw. Her eyes sparkled, her skin glowed, she hadn't been this way in years. The bubbly feeling inside of her came alive again. "Trish…" She sighed to herself flipping back her hair. Trying to get rid of all thoughts of Jeff, she began to get ready for the day. "Trish, you're gonna look drop-dead-gorgeous today." She said to herself, now knowing how right she was.