A/N: (: here yall go.

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So, walking around backstage at a WWE event isn't what it's all cracked up to be. I'm lucky if I see even one superstar. The show's about to start, that's probably why no one's around.

Deciding it'd be best for me to go to catering after I heard my stomach growl rather loudly, I let my feet drag me forward. About 20 feet from where I was, was the catering entrance. Food. It's like heaven before my eyes.

I grabbed a plate and waited patiently in line as someone in front of me was taking his share of food. When he got done, he walked away and I started picking up random food that looked good.

"Hey, you gonna be OK for a while? Me and Dave need to go over our match." I heard a southern voice from behind me, and a large hand on the small of my back.

"Yeah I'll be fine. You go do your thing." I glanced at him and gave him a smile as I turned toward him.

He gave me a peck on the cheek and I watched him slowly drift away down the corridor. I gave a random smile and walked to an empty table.

I was eating my food when a large shadow plastered itself over me. I set my fork down and carefully looked up. And that's when my face lit up.

"Hey girl." The multicolored hair man stood in front of the table with a toothy grin in place.

I shot up from the table and gave him the biggest hug I could muster up.

"Jeff!" I exclaimed.

I heard a chuckle come from him.

"How are ya?" He asked as I finally let go of him, and sat down across from him.

"I'm doing pretty good. Just waitin' for the show to start and end so we can go home. How are you sweetheart?"

"I'm gettin' by I guess. Could be better. Just a bunch of bullshit going on. But hey, I'm going back to my house because I'm not even supposed to be here."

"Want company?" I gave an award-winning smile and scrunched up my nose. A slight chuckle could be heard from deep in his throat.

"I always want your company babe. Lets go grab your bags." He pecked me on the cheek and slung his arm around me.

We walked to his car in a comfortable silence, both in our own thoughts. I think tonight I just need to relax. Not like last night with Cody.

Shit.

I totally forgot about my date with Cody tonight.

Jeff interrupted my thoughts once we got situated in the car, and took off.

"So, what's going on with you and Rhodes? Matt ain't too happy, huh?"

Is he a mind reader?

"Uh, what do you mean? We just met." I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Oh come on babe. You can't fool me." He threw a wink my way, and squeezed my knee.

"Jeff Hardy. For your information, Cody and me are just friends. And it most likely will stay that way." I smiled and smacked his arm playfully. That earned me a small smile from the younger Hardy.

******

We were soon pulling into the driveway of Jeffs' newly built house. When we stopped, he popped the trunk and grabbed my bags for me.

"Ah, Jeff, you are quite the charmer." I smiled at him and walked up the stairs of his house.

"What can I say?" He pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

"Wow." It took me a second to really grasp the site in front of me. Jeff Hardy probably had the most beautiful home in Cameron.

"What? Something wrong?" He looked at me, concern filling his emerald green eyes.

"Nothing. Just your house…" I trailed off, really taking in everything around me. Now, I'm probably exaggerating a bit here, but it's just I was expecting Hardy to be a slob. Yeah, I know, rude.

"Something wrong with it?" He gave me a questioning look as I followed him up the hard wood stairs.

"Nothing at all. I just wasn't quite expecting this."

"What do you mean? You thought it'd be messy, and unappealing?" He raised an eyebrow at me and laughed.

"Big words, now?" I winked at him, and plopped down on his bed.

"Shut up. You hungry, B?" Before I could reply, Jeff pulled me up from the bed as we heard the front door open.

I quickly looked at him, expecting him to answer all my questions I have inside my head.

"It's Beth. If she see's you on the bed with me she'll flip her shit." His southern accent drawled out.

I rolled my eyes and pushed past him, making my way down stairs as the bitch made her way up. Sorry, I mean Beth. Sorry, I get those words easily confused. They both start with B.

I think I should leave. They don't have to know, right? And it's all good anyway, because I have a date. On my way out, I glanced in the mirror that was conveniently placed on the wall by the door. My outfit was OK as long as the place Cody and me are going to is some what casual.

I opened the door and pulled out my cell from my back pocket. Within minutes, I had Cody on his way over to come and get me. Tonight should definitely be good.

I turned and looked into the house, through the side window by the door. No one was in there, so that was a good sign. I'm planning on telling Jeff where I am after me and Cody are a good time away from the house I was currently at.

15 minutes later

"So, where are we goin'? Or is it a surprise?" I looked over at Cody, who looked focused on driving.

"It's a surprise." He smiled at me and grabbed and squeezed my hand, for extra emphasis.

The rest of the car ride was some what quiet, except for random questions here and there from Cody.

"Alright, I'm really hoping you like this place. My dad used to bring my mom here all the time when they were in town." He stated broadly as we pulled into the parking lot of a fancy looking restaurant.

"Cody, this looks expensive." I looked quizzically at the large building before me.

"It is." He winked at me, walked around to my door, and like a gentleman, opened my door and offered me his hand, which I gladly took. I gave him a shy smile and blushed a light shade of pink.

"Are you sure you don't mind paying for this? I feel really bad." My eyes gave him a sympathetic stare for a moment. He looked up from his menu and shook his head vigorously, waving his hand.

"No, no, no. Don't worry about it. Seriously babe." I felt his hand rub over mine in a reassuring manor.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Already knowing who it is, I rolled my eyes and pressed the call button.

"Jeff, I'm with Cody. I didn't wanna be there with Beth." I looked at Cody and gave an exasperated look.

"Alright. You had me worried. And if Matt thinks I lost you, he'll kill me. I called him a little while ago and told him you were with me." His words came out rather slow, and jumbled together. I gave a questioning look, which obviously Jeff couldn't see.

"Jeff, you alright?" I had a feeling I already knew what he was doing; I just had to make sure.

"Yeah, yeah. I just crossed the line. I'm a little high. I'm good." I could hear the smile on his face. A little chuckle rumbled from inside my throat as I ended my conversation with him.

"Alright, well I gotta go. I'll talk to you later…love you , too…Bye." I pressed the end button and looked at Cody.

His expression was definitely confused. I shook my head and told him not to worry about it. I don't think Jeff wanted everyone knowing his business.

"So Brae, how you likin' the place so far?" He looked around the restaurant in an implying manner.

"I love it. Thank you so much. It's kinda a lot though. I feel bad." A large hand was soon shushing me.

"B, really, don't worry 'bout it. It's my welcoming gift to you." I raised a neatly plucked eyebrow at him. Confusion written clearly over my face.

"Welcoming gift?"

Cody raised his glass.

"Welcome to the WWE Brae." I smiled and giggled.

This really was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

*****

The night ended a bit too early for my liking. Cody was the perfect gentleman, and I really feel I could be myself around him. I never, and I mean never, move this fast. As in, I never go out; except barely.

"Listen I really hope we can do this again sometime. I really enjoyed your company." We were sitting in the car at this point; neither of us wanted this to end. I could feel it.

"Of course. I'll see you tomorrow probably." I smiled and leaned over the arm rest to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"Good night." Before he could respond, I slipped out of the car and walked to Jeff's front door with a smile glued to my face.

I walked up the front steps, occasionally looking over my shoulder to watch Cody's car speed down the road behind me.

Thinking it'd be better to stay outside for a while, I lowered myself down on the concrete and put my chin in my hand. The night was a sparkling gray, with white spots that twinkled like a summers glow. The night air was cool against my bare shoulders, sending a slight chill down my spine.

A figure appeared next to me, and sat itself down rather close to me.

"Beth left me." Jeff. Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.

I could hear the tears in his eyes that were probably threatening to fall.

"9 years Braelynn. Almost 10 fucking years down the drain. And it's all my fault. You have no idea the pain that I'm in right now. I'm hurt, I'm angry, I'm mad. UGH!" I shook my head not really knowing what to say. I had no comforting words. I hated the girl. But his last remark; oh I had a rebuttal for that one.

"I have no idea the pain your in?" Sarcasm filled my voice. It almost poured out of the side of my lips.

"If you haven't forgotten Jeff, I lost my daughter. My boyfriend used to beat me. And actually, the last beating was not too long before I came here. If anyone knows about pain, physically or mentally, it's me. If your not gonna listen to anyone else Jeff, then atleast listen to me. You can do better then her. We've been telling you that for what seems forever. She treated you like shit, Jeff. You currently don't have a job right now because of her. I don't want that for you. Nobody does." I stared long and hard into his beautiful green eyes.

He just stared back, a realizing expression on his face. I really hope I was starting to get through to him.

He abruptly got up and offered me his hand without a word. I took it and he pulled up and into the house, slamming the door behind us.

Jeff mad, not a good thing.

If he's mad at me for saying what I said, then so be it. He can get over it. He has to hear it from someone. Oh wait, he's been hearing it forever.

I watched his actions carefully. Every step, every move.

He walked over behind the large TV and pulled out a purple and pink large glass tube.

A bong.

I love Jeff and his ideas, Although I couldn't get the look of shock off my face.

"I know you do it, I'm not stupid." He smirked at me and packed the bowl.

This is wrong. Very, very wrong.

But, oh so right!

I walked to the couch and plopped down to the right of his semi large frame. I stared intently at him, as he poked at the green that was on the glass. He had to get it perfect.

Jeff carefully picked up the large piece of glass and handed it over to me after he got his hit.

I let the tip of the bong rest gently on my lips. I slowly sucked in the poison, and let it fill my lungs, as I've done so many times before.

This went on until the bowl was finished. Somehow, we had made our way upstairs and to his bed.

We talk about the craziest things when we're alone, and high for that matter.

"Weed brings out the inner child in you." I talked carefully, making sure every word came out correct.

Jeff just responded with a short laugh.

"Hell yeah."

There was a short silence, until Jeff turned on is side and looked at me. His eyes pierced into me.

"What?" I shifted uneasy.

"Tell m something B."

I cocked an eyebrow and stared at him.

"What was it like when you and that guy broke up?" I nodded my head at his words. I know where this is going.

"It hurt. But I knew it was the right thing to do. I didn't deserve all the physical and mental abuse. He was an asshole. And Beth didn't treat you right, Jeff. Please, listen to me. This may be easier said then done, but you have to get over her. Have to. It's for the best." After my short little speech, he moved closed to me. My heart started doing flip flops.

"Then help me get over her." His voice was barely a whisper.

His right hand gently rubbed up my leg. My eyes closed instantly, and I drew in a breath. This is so wrong.

If anyone finds out, I'm gonna be killed.

But, apparently my morals mean nothing anymore.

I opened my eyes. His face was inches from mine; his warm breath could be felt perfectly. His lips locked with mine and I was spinning. I don't know if it was because I was high, or because I was actually enjoying more then I was supposed to. I'll go with the first.

He moved on top of me, making sure his weight wasn't crushing me, and with his left hand, he caressed my right breast.

"B, I want to make love to you." And it's exactly what he did; all night long.