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Jeff's music went off, the fans went crazy.

"The winner and your new Intercontinental Champion, Jeff Hardy." I rolled into the ring to congratulate Jeff but when I stood up I met Shawn's boot. As soon as my knees left the mat, my face met it. I knew it wasn't anything personal, but onscreen I had just cost Triple H the championship. Jeff was holding me trying to get me to come round. I did, after like ten seconds. I leant on Jeff, all of my weight was on Jeff honestly, and I was trying to stand, and Jeff, well he was still here helping me. As I reached my feet, and looked up at Jeff, he kissed me. In front of like a million people. He started it, not me. I was shocked. I stood there as he shook his head, apologising over and over again, but not onscreen, he was apologising to me. But I realised as I used my peripheral-vision to look around that I loved him, so it didn't matter. I ran up to him and spun him around, I saw his jaw clench as if awaiting a slap. But I brought his face down and kissed him back. I pulled away and smiled at him, he hugged me with one arm, touched his lip with the other. We walked to the back, arm in arm, smiles that could light a dark room. As we walked through the curtain we were met by wolf whistles, from Randy and John, and Paul, Andy and Shawn, even some of the Divas, Mickie and Amy had come out.

"I was going to ask if you're ok, but I see you're fabulous." I just smiled and blushed.

"Oh and John and Randy, I know what happens to the pot you had bet on Jeff."

"What?" They asked in unison.

"I get it. I proved you both wrong." I laughed, but was shocked when they nodded and pulled out their wallets. "Goys, I was kidding. Put your money away." I said batting John's hand away as he held out fifty bucks.

"No, we both lost the bet, you win, here you go." Randy insisted.

"But I didn't do anything."

"You took a sweet chin music and had your first onscreen kiss and debut all in the one night, you deserve it…call I t a welcome to the business." Randy said, slipping the money into my hand. I laughed and everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

"I feel like your bitch Jeff, I mean money for a kiss." We all laughed, before heading different ways to locker rooms, on the way to Jeff's I ran into Mr McMahon.

"Ah, Jeff and Elsie, I wanted to see you two." I gulped. Our kiss and relationship wasn't meant to happen, but then again neither was the skit about DX wetting me. Man four hours. Officially my shortest ever job. Too bad. We followed Vince into Jeff's locker room and sat down. I must've looked petrified because Jeff grabbed my hand.

"Mr McMahon, I'm very sorry that we started the romantic storyline early, it's just that when we were out there, it seemed like the right time to start it." Jeff said, clearly nervous as I was.

"No no, the kiss was great. The fans loved it, they loved the whole interaction between you two. But me, I don't buy into it."

"You don't?" I asked. I mean how can you not believe something that's real anyway?

"No, that wasn't acting. The kiss, the apology, that was real emotion." Jeff and I nodded. "Why?" Was all Vince asked. Umm why, yea, like I know that one.

"Mr McMahon, you can't choose who you fall for, or how hard. The thing is, I'm falling for Elsie, everyday, all over again, harder and harder." How cute is that!

"Get to the point boy" well I thought it was cute.

"Well Mr McMahon" Way to interrupt there Elsie. "Personally I don't think that Jeff and I having a relationship outside work is bad for you, it'll strengthen the storyline if anything." I said adding my two cents.

"Yes, that I am happy with. It is the fact you two were dating before you were a Diva Miss Bremner." Like it's really any of your business anyway.

"If it makes a difference technically we haven't actually been on a date yet." I rebutted.

"And we only made our feelings apparent this morning." Jeff added, trying to sway our boss.

"Alright, this I can deal with. But if you two break up, then we will need to talk."

"Yes Mr McMahon" We said in unison. It really did feel like being at school again. Vinnie Mac left the room, we both let out a deep breath.

"So Skittles, did you really mean all that?" I asked, still smiling.

"All what?" Jeff stop avoiding the question.

"Mr McMahon." I mimicked perfectly. "You can't choose who you fall for, or how hard." I stopped, feeling that I'd embarrassed and refreshed is memory enough.

"Oh that, umm honestly?"

"That's always helpful."

"Yes. I did, I mean I do mean that. And I think I am." Jeff said, I swear I saw him completely vulnerable just then.

"Really? When did you know?" My curiosity sparked.

"Well you know when And tried to apologise without taking a breath"

"Yea" Your point being?

"That's when I realised I wanted to get to know you. And why you felt so little about yourself you didn't even want to talk about yourself or tell me where you're from, I realised I cared for you, and wanted you to feel extremely special. I knew I loved you when you were telling me about your mum and your life back in Australia. And I realised I was in love, I'm pretty sure I can peg it at when I saw you lying on my couch in my shirt." Jeff said being completely honest with me.

"Well I wanted to find out anything on you after my dream. I wanted to get to know you after you invited us in for a drink, and I was positive I'm in love just after you kissed me in front of millions of people, and then apologised for it." He smiled, I smiled, then I repeated what I'd said in my head, millions of people, I was the one person I knew would watch it to see if she could see Andy and me that I was worried about.

"Shit son" I said louder than I would've liked.

"What?" Jeff asked concerned.

"You know the millions of people thing?" I said, clearly and rightly so antsy abou tit.

"Well yea, like every week."

"No. Not like every week, Aunty K doesn't watch every week. Fuck."

"Look Squirt, it's really not that much of a big deal. If you aren't ready to share our actual relationship with her, then just tell her that it's onscreen." I knew I loved him for a reason.

"Yea, you're right, she's gonna fucking kill me though."

"No, just ring her." I whipped out my Nokia 3315.

"Yea, now why didn't I think of that?" Sarcasm coating my voice. "oh wait, Aussie phone."

"No use my phone." That works too I guess.

"Your phone. Right." I dialled home, after not even two rings Kimmy's voice rung out.

May not seem like the best place to end it, but oh well, i'll update soon, if i get some reviews.

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