A/N: Alrighty ya'll, I'm sorry about not updating before. I had killer regents at school and I had to study (I'm a good girl…kind of J) Now, I don't own Jeff Hardy, Nelly Furtado, Timberland, Justin Timberlake or the songs "Give it to Me" or "Summer Love". If I owned Jeff and my last name was McMahon, WWE would be a whole lot different. Enjoy!

Oh and by the way, I've hit a wall in this story. This story isn't going to be that much longer as there is going to be quite a long epilogue after (or a one-shot sequel). However, I need help with this, so if you guys have any ideas, a quote or song that I could base the next chapter, that would be great. Send me a comment… oh and no pregnancies or "I love you's" please. Be creative with this!

Anyhoo…enjoy! Mwahz!

Chapter 4

Dahlia floated around the public pool on her back, hair fanned out around her and the huge underwater floodlight making her bikini top shine in the water. It wasn't really late at this time, it was only around 7. It was already the end of February break and the Florida weather was definitely welcomed. It was a pleasant change from the icy conditions in North Carolina.

"There's a club open, if you want to go. I heard that there are a lot of guys there. Lots of hot guys." called Driany from the other side of the pool. This was the first time in years that they had gone to Florida together. It had been a regular thing for the two families to do every February break before Driany moved away.

Dahlia tried to hide her grin; it was just like old times when the two Latinas would stay at a random friend's house in order to go to a teen bash. Losing the battle of wills, she smiled and swam over to the opposite length of the pool, "What are we waiting here for? Let's go!"

I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye)
I'm real as they come if you don't know why I'm fly-y-y-y-y
seen ya' try to switch it up but girl you ain't got to
I'm the Wonder woman let me go get my ropes
I'm a supermodel and mami, si mami
Amnesty international got bankrupt (I'm on top, on lock)
you love my as and my abs and the video called promiscuous
my style is meticulous

Jeff walked through the crowded Florida club, walking towards the bar and searching for his brother. Paying for a bottle of water, he leaned back against the counter, giving up his search for a while. His mind wandered off for a minute, landing on the topic of his friends at school. They would be surprised to know that his hair was longer, and that it was actually fully blonde. His family said that not having a random color in his hair made him look like a different person. He was pretty sure they were right, but he would ask Dahlia for her opinion when he got back to school.

Dahlia.

Ever since he met her, he couldn't get his mind off her. Her eyes, her mouth, her hair, her smile, her laugh…her everything. He could help but think of how she made every emotion look beautiful, how everything little thing she did made him like her that much more. She was the first one that he admitted his desire to wrestle to. He had even invited her to watch some of his matches in random independent companies in North Carolina.

Emerald eyes scanned the club, resuming the search for his brother, but a new person caught his eye. She was decked out in a white cropped tank top and black and silver cargo pants tied up at the knee, white heels completed the look. What that her?

"Dahlia?"

If you see us in the club we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
so give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
wanna see you work your body
so give it to me, give it to me, give it to m

Dahlia's eyes roamed around her in a circle. She had been looking for her friend for the past half hour; it was past time for them to leave. She had lost all sight of Driany completely, but as she began to move in her last known direction "Summer Love" by Justin Timberlake flooded the speakers.

Ridin' in the drop top with the top down
Saw you switchin' lanes girl
Pull up to the red light, lookin' right
Come here, let me get your name girl
Tell me where you from, what you do, what you like


Let me pick your brain girl
And tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame girl
But let me show you 'round, let me take you out
Bet you we could we could have some fun girl
'Cause we can do it fast (fast), slow, whichever way you wanna run girl

Warm hands settled on her hips unexpectedly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. She started to turn around, but the grip on her hips tightened slightly, stopping her from turning. The two began to move together, Dahlia not caring who it was behind her anymore and Jeff loving the feel of her too much to let her know that it was him. Dahlia leaned back into her partner, relishing in his hold around her. She had no desire to find out who it was, but she even couldn't deny that it felt right.

Driany's eyes landed on her friend from a distance. Damn, any closer and she'd be in that guy's pants…wait…is that? "Jeff?" She moved through the crowd, not caring about the looks that she was getting from the people around her.

Jeff let his eyes drift closed for a second. He couldn't believe that he had Dahlia in his arms, even though he was pretty sure that she had no idea it was him. He felt her settle in his arms, and he couldn't help himself, her tilted her head back and kissed her softly.

Dahlia felt her partners' lips capture hers, and she couldn't help it, she pretty much melted. Eyes closed and she turned fully in his embrace, feeling his hands run over the exposed skin of her back, before settling in her back pockets. Her hands went up around his neck, fingers playing in his hair and they both sighed. When they finally broke apart, her eyes fluttered open landing on his. Jeff watched her eyes narrow slightly in thought before a girl grabbed her arm and began pulling her to the door, yelling that they were late. Her fingers drifted to her lips, still feeling his kiss before she turned and exited.

Dahlia sat out on the balcony of the hotel room she shared with Driany, just staring at the tide coming in, covering the sand. Even after almost getting yelled at by her parents and her friend's mother, she still couldn't get her mind off that kiss. This was new to her; she always knew who she kissed. But she couldn't help but think that she knew that guy from somewhere.

That kiss.

If it were possible to have a crush from a kiss, it would have happened now. He had kissed her so softly; there was a sort of passion behind it that she rarely felt with anyone else. He had held her so gently, as if he was afraid to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable in anyway.

But what she didn't realize was that when Jeff had kissed her, he left his heart captive in her hands.