'That was a pretty bad knock, but your ankle is definitely not broken.' A wave of relief spilled over me when the doctor told me this news. 'But you'll be quite swollen, so you may need to use crutches for a few days so you can stay off of it.'

Great. The last time I was on crutches, I ended up with bruises under my armpits. On the way home, Adam and I dropped into a drugstore to get some painkillers. We were all supposed to go out that night, but it looked like it was just going to be me sitting at home in the room I was staying in, all alone. Maybe some 'me time' wasn't a bad idea after all. Before proceeding to the checkout, a sale on hair colour caught my eye. I always thought about putting something fun through my hair. I grabbed a few different boxes.

'You can't put those through your hair.' Adam laughed at me. 'What are we? Team Xtreme?'

'Actually, yes I can.' I answered his question. 'Can you carry them for me? These crutches are horrible.' I asked him while he stared at me blankly.

'I just thought you'd want to say away from a Team Xtreme image… since you hate Jeff and all.' He said lightly.

'I don't hate anyone, it's a strong word and no one deserves it. In saying that, he comes so close to hate it's scary.' I explained. He smiled at me. 'Although, he did help me figure out my finisher and named it Angel Wings. It's a Corkscrew Moonsault and I'll pose with my wings before it. A bit like Matt's Xtreme Leg Drop.' He seemed disappointed when I told him this.

'What's wrong?' I asked. 'You look disappointed.'

'I just thought you would do these things with me.' He explained.

'I'm confused, why would you think that?' I enquired.

'I don't know, I just-'

'You know I like the way he wrestles.' Silence. He shook his head.

'Whatever, let's go.' He replied.

Sitting up on the bed in the guest room, watching trash TV and painting my nails was my plan while everyone else goes out to some bar. They told me they wouldn't go, but we had it planned for ages, so I made them – and I couldn't go with my ankle situation. Adam looked so disappointed that I couldn't make it, he was so excited he'd even gone out of his way to get me a fake ID. Never mind.

Reading the instructions on a packet of pink hair dye, I let my head fall back onto my pillow, keeping my ankle elevated on 3 pillows. I checked my watch: 9.14. Maybe I should just have an early night? Matt's party was tomorrow, not that I could help out as much as I planned to anyway.

A soft knock on the door stalled my thoughts. I waited, thinking Gill would just walk in knowing I couldn't get up as I knew he was the only person home. About fifteen seconds later, there was a second knock, this time louder.

'I can't get up to answer the door.' I yelled. The door opened and Jeff stood in the doorway. 'What are you doing home?' I asked him.

'I'm not in the mood to be in public.' He said, walking in and sitting on the bed facing the opposite direction of me. Yeah, just make yourself comfortable.

'How was it?' I genuinely wondered.

'It was average. They're just playing pool at a dive bar.'

'Where is Beth?

'She wanted to stay out.'

'And you didn't want to stay with her?'

'What is this, twenty questions?' He shot a look of annoyance at me. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

'Jeff, what are you doing here?' I asked him, feeling like I was risking my life with another question. He sighed.

'This is where I live?' He asked rhetorically, like he couldn't comprehend how the ridiculously unintelligent question went through his brilliant mind.

'No, what are you doing in this room, while I'm in it?' I fake gasped sarcastically. 'Are you going to smother me with a pillow so I can finally be out of your precious hair?' He laughed quietly in amusement. It was at this moment I realized how similar our humour was. Oh dear, I have something in common with Jeff Hardy.

'I'm apparently here to apologize' He paused, like he was going to be sick from what he just said. 'So, I'm sorry.'

I clapped my hands applauding him sarcastically 'That was the most incredible apology ever. I should have filmed it and sent it to the Oscar board.'

I saw the unamused expression on his face even though he wasn't facing me, and I had a feeling this was most of an apology I was getting from him.

'Ok, so are we done?' I asked willingly, waiting for him to leave. Which I feel like he was about to do until he turned around and stood up, catching something with his eye on my bed.

'Are they hair colours?' He asked eagerly, his face lighting up with a big smile on his face.

'Yep.' I replied with a proud expression. At least someone is impressed.

'Can you colour my hair?' I was shocked he wanted to participate in an activity with me. 'I've always wanted to put colours in my hair like these.'

'Will Beth mind?' I asked.

'Fuck Beth.' He muttered.

'Okie doodles.' I replied, about to lift myself off the bed.

'No, no,' He said. 'Just tell me what you need.'

After getting everything I asked for, we decided to colour his whole hair a vibrant red, ready for Wrestlemania this week. He sat on the floor next to the bed, so I could sit on the end and elevate my leg on a chair. There was an awkward silence as I started to put the colour though his hair. Before I could break it, he did.

'So when did you and Adam become official?' What?

'Wait, what?' I asked with confusion in my voice.

'When did you and Adam become official?' He said spat out. Sorry to make you repeat yourself, douchebag.

'I wasn't aware we were.'

'Well, when Shannon mentioned how hot you were, Adam got pissed and told him you were his girl.'

'Hmm..' I didn't know what to say. Like, I did like Adam.

'Don't you think he is too old for you? He's almost ten years older than you.' He asked sternly.

'That's not your business.'

'He'll want babies and marriage and you're just a child.'

'Fuck off, do your own fucking hair.' I spat out, throwing the rest of his hair down on the towel that laid on his shoulders.

'Someone needs to look out for you.' He said, patronisingly.

'I'm fine, Jeff. I don't need you getting all older brother on me.'

'I am not you brother!' He was now yelling at me. I stayed calm. I put my hands on his shoulders which seemed to make him sigh and relax.

'I'm done with your hair anyway, just wanted a dramatic finish.' I joked. He stood up and put a movie on, and I set myself up in my original position, ready for the movie.

'Hope you like horrors.' He sang at me.

'Love them.' I replied. Geez, another thing in common with Jeff Hardy.

He layed down next to me on the bed. 'Do you love him?'

'I don't know.' I replied, wondering why I even answered his question.

'You don't.'

'How do you know?' I asked, disgusted in his presumptuous statement.

'I just do.'

'No you don't'

'Because, Cat, Love doesn't exist.'

I was shocked that he honestly believed that. My shock turned into sorrow. If he honestly believed this, then he would never have the happiness that so many people find in someone else.

'You don't love Beth?'

'Hell no.'

'Then why do you stay with her, you could have any girl you wanted.' I honestly believed that. There was something about Jeff that made girls fall at his feet; his weirdness and iridescent eyes, amazing skin. But they didn't know him like I did, and if they did, they would not be falling at his feet. Even with all the girls in the world, he stayed faithful to Beth.

'I told you, I hate Ring Rats. And not at the moment, I couldn't.' What did that mean? I left it there but he started up again.

'Cat, Love is an idea marketer's play with to sell you their shit. Hallmark use it to sell cards for instance. Valentine's Day is a complete and utter joke – it's all about making money! You know love doesn't exist when there are people like Steph stealing men out of relationships.' That one hit close to home, my expression told him everything.

'Sometimes people fall in love with someone else, or someone who is in a relationship.' I tried to explain but he wasn't taking it. 'As long as you are true to your own feelings then I guess there's no issue. If there is no love, then why are people hurt at the expense of a breakup?'

He snorted. 'They're just angry about the fact they have just been rejected.'

'I feel sorry for you.' Was all I could manage to say to him. We didn't say anything else to each other until he washed the dye out of his hair.

'Thanks, Kitty Cat.' He said, walking into my room, towel around his waist. He's giving me a nickname? I could not take my eyes off him, my cheeks feeling warm with heat. Adam didn't do this to me. With all my strength ripped my eyes away from him.

'This doesn't make us friends.' I said to him.

'No fucking way.' He smiled. At least we are on the same page.

'What the, what have you done to your hair?' was all I could hear from behind me as I sat at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. My ankle was slightly better; I didn't have to depend on my crutches so much today.

'I can't handle this.' The voice was female, but I didn't recognize it. I turned and saw a small brunette standing in the doorway, glaring at Jeff who sat opposite me, eating a bagel. It took me no time to figure out who she was.

'So Cat, I've been writing up a diet to go with the exercise routine I was just telling you about.' He blatantly ignored his angered girlfriend. Adam frowned.

'Leave it to me, I keep telling you.' He said to Jeff.

'Why?'

'She's my girlfriend. She's my responsibility.' Adam was not happy, and I think his reply angered Jeff, for only God knows what reason. This awkward conversation was saved by the ascending anger of the Jeff's girlfriend standing behind me. Due to her massive heels, I could hear every step she took towards the table.

'Jeff. What's with the hair?' She asked. Hey, I'm Beth by the way, a complete psycho.

'It's different.' He said, smiling sweetly at her. 'It could be my thing.'

'Your thing?' She was unimpressed. 'Your thing! Who did this?'

'Kitty did it.' He pointed at me, like my hand was stuck in the cookie jar.

'Who is Kitty?'

I smiled and waved. 'Hey, I'm Cat.' I held my hand out for her to shake but she looked at it like it was an alien covered in horse crap.

'Who do you think you are to touch his hair?' She said at the top of her lungs, pointing at me. 'I'm a hairdresser; I can only touch Jeff's hair!'

'He's a grown man.' I said in retaliation. 'He can do what he wants. It's not like I forced it on him.'

'Yeah whatever, Ring Rat.'

At this Jeff stood angrily. You only saw the anger in his eyes, the rest of his body was completely calm. I felt like throwing something at her.

'Beth, enough.' He said calmly. He was never this calm with me. 'It doesn't matter who did it, I wanted it, and I'll keep it.'

'Fine, she can keep doing it.' She spun on her heel and walk out of the house. Moments later we heard her car drive away. I looked over to the stairwell and saw Amy, Matt, Gill and Jay standing there with their mouths open.

I left the guys to their breakfast, walking, or limping, out into the backyard at sat on a chair swing, in a mixture of shock and amusement for what just happened. It wasn't long before I felt the seat get heavy, as someone sat down next to me. I turned to see Gill with a caring smile across his face.

'I'm really ok,' I reassured him. 'I just didn't want to laugh about it in front of everyone, it was pretty funny.'

He shook his head. 'Darlin', you don't have to pull this act with me. I see right through it.'

'What act.'

'The emotion free act. I already get it from Jeff and I don't want to take it from someone as beautiful as you.'

'You think Jeff's calm and care-free attitude is an act?' I was curious, the guy was interesting!

'I'm his dad, and even I find him hard to read.' He replied. 'But Cat, the only person who bring any type of emotion out of him is you.'

'But all I seem to bring out of him is anger' I replied. 'How could that possibly be a good thing?'

'You get something out of him Cat, and I haven't seen that in such a long time.' He paused for a moment. 'I haven't seen it since his Mother was around.'

A/N: Hey everyone, thankyou so much for the reviews/views/follows etc. There are only a few reviews, but what you are actually writing in them is inspiring me. I wasn't planning on doing an update for a few more days, but your kinds words brought this update faster - keep it up! (and be honest)

I just want to mention that I actually follow Beth Hardy on Instagram and think she is a beautiful mother, wife and woman herself and this piece of work has no depiction on her real life character, or what I actually think of her.