Sorry it has been so long! Getting back on the bandwagon with this. Let me know what you think!

'We need to talk.' I told Adam seriously as we were in our locker room about to head out for WrestleMania. He smiled at me.

'Anything you need, babe.'

I shook my head. This was getting nowhere. I had made a decision, and he was making it really hard for me to tell him. Deep down I think he knew what I was going to say to him, but he kept making it so difficult. I guess there was no easy way to do this.

'After our match, please.' I begged him, receiving a stern look that determined my theory of him knowing about Jeff and I. He was not stupid.

'Kitty Cat!' I heard from the other side of the door. Bad timing, Jeff - I could tell Adam was already onto us. I always avoided the questions he asked me about my friendship with Jeff.

I just can't do this anymore.

All of a sudden, I felt like I could see the world turning before me as Adam started chewing my ear off about something I couldn't make out as my ears felt cloudy, but I could make out Jeff was banging on the door. As I saw the room turning, I felt my chest tightened and beads of sweat drip down my forehead. Adam clearly hadn't been looking at me as he was ranting, and stormed out, leaving a red haired Jeff standing in the doorway. I went to sit down but there wasn't a chair there for me to sit on, and I fell to the floor.

I couldn't breathe as my vision went blurry; I closed my eyes as I felt myself lifted from the ground and pulled close to someone's body heat. I broke down at the thought of everything, as my mind spiraled through my love life. What I had gotten myself into, the people I was hurting. I know I am smarter than this - how could I let everyone down? How could I let myself down? I felt like such a failure. My parents raised me to be better than this. To be more honest than this. Breaking down wasn't a great idea as I was already finding it difficult do breath.

'Kitty, it's going to be ok.' I heard Jeff speak quietly, a gentle whisper in my ear. He had sat down and I was curled up in foetal position on his lap in his arms, clinging on to him - holding tight and never letting go.

'Put your head on my chest, and listen to my heart beatin'.' He whispered to me softly.

I felt his hand direct my head to his chest and I could hear the rhythm of his heart.

'Focus on the rhythm.'

Boom, boom. Boom, boom.

I don't know how long we were in that position, me listening to his heart as he rocked me back and forth, shushing me, soothing me. All I know is that he pulled me out of the emotional spiral I was vacuumed into, like he'd done it before. Or like he had been in my position before. Somehow, he knew all about anxiety and the shit that comes with it.

Boom, boom. Boom, boom.

I was still on his lap after I had calmed, my breathing slowing as my lungs felt more open. I noticed he had taken me over to the black leather sofa in the middle of the room. I sat up and look at him, I probably had so much makeup running down my face. I hated him seeing me this way, but I feel I cannot handle my emotions around him. My emotions feel like they amplify and almost take control over me.

His neck was tilted right back as he was staring at the ceiling. I was in awe of him. This boy, this man, was truly amazing.

'I'm so sorry.' I apologized, feeling like the biggest sook. He shook his head, but not changing his emotionless expression. He ran his strong hand through my messy hair, but still his green eyes stayed fixated at the ceiling.

'Don't apologize.' He whispered. There was another long silence.

'How did you know to do that?' I asked gently.

'My mother.' He replied, shrugging like it was no big deal. I could tell he just wanted to leave it there so I didn't push it, but it filled my mind with so many questions. Did she have anxiety? I wouldn't be surprised as I have heard her story. But Jeff was so young when she passed away, how would he remember something like that? Then again, he wasn't your average human. He was superhuman, both physically and mentally.

And this was the moment I not only realized but was ready to admit to myself that I was completely and utterly in love with Jeffery Nero Hardy.

We were about 20 minutes into the match. Tables, Ladders & Chairs and six men. The match was full of blood, sweat and tears - literally all three at the same time.

When I saw Jeff climb up a ladder. He proceeded to grab the tag team belts, but Buh Buh Ray removed the ladder from under him, leaving him dangling twenty feet in the air. In panic, I refused to take my eyes away when I saw Edge climbed up an even taller ladder. What was he going to do? I don't remember this in the brief before the match. The whole arena went quite, you could literally hear crickets. Without any hesitation, Edge jumped off the ladder, spearing the seemingly helpless and dangling Jeff, crashing Jeff's back right down to the ring. It was the biggest bump I had ever seen at the time.

'OH MY GOD!' JR was screaming. 'Edge from a twenty foot ladder, with a spear to Jeff Hardy. Jeff Hardy may be broken, snapped in half! How much more can these men take?'

My stomach instantly dropped. The look of utter worry on my face. I didn't know this was happening, and started to freak out. Jeff was flinching, was he hurt? He was closer to me than Lita, who I looked over to, and just shrugged. I slid slowly into the ring and attended to Jeff.

Jeff could have a broken back, or neck, or anything.

'Jeff - what the hell?' I cried as I looked up to the big screen that was replaying the move. I stared at the screen in utter amazement in how these guys were putting their bodies on the line for the fans.

I stayed down and saw Bah Bah and Matt going at it outside of the ring.

'I am a little bit confused as to why Cat Angel is attending to the younger Hardy.' JR discussed with his co-commentator. The crowed were cheering like crazy for me helping him.

'Cat!' I heard a devastated Adam yell. 'What the actual fuck?'

'Is your neck ok?' I asked him trying to save the situation. I could tell he was angry that I attended to Jeff, who had slid out of the ring by this point, lying on the floor outside the ring. I put my hand on Adam's shoulder but he just threw it away.

Snapping back into character, remembering my main job, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

'Fine, I'll do this myself!'

Evil Cat was at it again. I kind of liked to base my heel character on Angelica Pickles from Rugrats.

I placed a ladder in the centre of the ring and started climbing, slowly, as Amy was nowhere to be seen. She was supposed to come up the other side of the ladder and suplex me off. I started getting nervous as I was approaching the top, and when I made it, I looked behind me to see Amy sliding into the ring with her eyes on me. To save time I started reaching for the gold.

'Now what does she think she is doing, King?' JR grumbled into his microphone.

'She is taking matters into her own hands, JR' The King said in his best matter-of-fact tone. 'She is a real woman, so fixated on gold.'

'She is not in this match she has no right to be there.' JR snapped back.

'I would do anything to be that ladder JR - She can climb me any day!'

Before she could make it to me, she bumped into Adam who was using the ladder I was on to slowly balance to his feet. He fell back, causing the ladder to go sideways. As I have seen the men do many times, without hesitation, I closed my eyes and jumped onto a pile of tables that Devon had previously set up. Lucky they were there.

I sold the bump my just lying there motionless, pretending to be unconscious, although my whole body ached in pain. I don't know how these boys do this over and over again in the same match.

I felt an an arm behind my head.

'Tell me you're ok.' Jeff asked in my ear impatiently. 'Please be ok.'

'Again, what is going on here?' JR asked.

'I have no idea, JR!' The King screamed in disgust. 'But I do not like it!'

'Well we know there is a history there but she betrayed him!' JR explained.

'Oh, that's history and he deserved it!' King laughed.

I opened my eyes and looked at Jeff who was kneeling over me. He looked almost angelic in the lights that shone from the roof of the arena. He looked relieved that I had opened my eyes.

I nodded slowly, then added 'I'm just in shock.' to my answer as he lifted me in honeymoon position and started walking slowly up the ramp. The crowd was cheering us as he carried me to the end of the ramp.

'We'll get in trouble for this.' I told Jeff honestly. 'It's not on the script.'

'We aren't booked to win anyway. Matt doesn't need me. I need to take you to the medics to make sure you are ok anyway. That was a massive unplanned bump.'

'I was just living for the moment.' I quoted himself to him.

As he turned back to the ring for one more look, we saw Matt and Amy trailing behind us anyway.

'Is this a fourth member of team extreme?' JR asked.

'I bloody hell hope not!' King replied.