»Willows Whispers |Jeff Hardy x Trish Stratus|

Willows Whispers »Chapter Two

||He didn't like it at all, he couldn't be with anyone, not any girls, not even Trish Stratus...he just couldn't.

He didn't want to be hurt where it stung the most. Not again...||
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Jeff continued his panic attack inside his head as he walked down the halls of the backstage area. He had realized he couldn't hide from her forever, so he would start ignoring her instead.

Everything seemed like it was spinning, he would think she was some person that wouldn't even be her, just some worker or even object. He even felt his heart race drastically when he saw some blonde that wasn't her, talking to some other dude...

He was confused, confused why he had to feel this way towards someone he didn't even personally know that well yet. She's only been here for a few weeks and yet, he feels all these emotions when she's around.

Still walking, he swore he heard someone call his name from down the hall. It got louder and louder with footsteps added into the ring. He realized who it was.

He had heard her say his name once more. Jeff had two choices, run and keep ignoring her like he had planned, or two start to explore this knew feeling he had inside him and see if it would come out good or horrible...

Stopping in his tracks Jeff glanced over his shoulder, then turned his whole body to let her know she had his full attention.

"Hey." Jeff simply spoke up as she ran up towards him. Not even having time to think she had wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him in a hug.

A car crash behind him could have happened and Jeff wouldn't had even noticed nor cared. The little blonde women had just wrapped her arms around him and had allowed her body to touch his own.

Sliding his hands out of his sweaters pockets, he shakily wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body even closer to his. Jeff could have sworn her grip around him tighten as his actions were proceeding.

After what had only been a few seconds but, felt like an eternity in the mind of the Hardy, Trish unwrapped her arms from his neck and looked him in the eyes. She had beautiful chocolate colored eyes.

"Why did you run?" She asked softly,
bringing her hands to cup the cheeks of his face, as she traced the outline of his shaved beard design.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to find the right words to respond to her. Instead he didn't know what but, his actions, emotions got the best of him.

Her hands were gentle against his cheeks causing him to feel that rush of blood rise to his face. His arms around her waist wrapped even tighter causing her eyes to widen a bit. With out a second of thinking, he felt himself leaning down and pressing his lips against her own.

Jeff felt her relax into the kiss when her hands traveled up to his purple hair, her fingers felt nice as they ran through his hair.

He didn't know what or why he had just done this...he told himself he wouldn't, that he would never do this...yet, his lips were connected with her own and their tongues began wanting attention as well.

There they were, in the middle of the backstage hall enjoying their company towards each other. They didn't even notice that the general manager Eric Bischoff was standing there with his arms crossed.

The Hardy pulled on her bottom lip lightly before letting go as their kiss ended. Jeff opened his eyes soon enough to see her open her own eyes as well. She had a shocked yet, happy expression on her face.

Jeff was about to speak when, all it took was the sound of Bischoff clearing his throat to catch the two's attention.

The Hardy boy cursed under his breath as he knew he was in deep shit. He glanced down at Trish who had gasped when she had heard Eric's voice.

"Well!" Eric began as he clapped his hands together and walk towards the two young wrestlers; "Looks like being professional and following the rules at work doesn't matter to you two huh?!"

Both stayed silent as they glanced down at the floor. Eric shook his head.
"Stratus, leave. Hardy come with me."

Neither of them moves as they kept their eyes on Eric with worried facial expressions.

"Did you not hear me...?" Eric began once again; "I said Stratus leave, Hardy come with me, I am not going to repeat myself once again-"

"Hey Eric!" The sound of Matt's voice relaxed Jeff as he saw Matt, Chris, and Lita walking up towards the three of them.

"Eric, I have a question about my match later tonight." Chris began.

"It can wait I have to deal with-" before Eric could finish, Chris had wrapped an arm around his shoulder and began to drag him down the hall, not letting him debate against him.

Matt sighed in relief then turned to his brother and blonde friend who both had let go of one another and stepped a few steps away from each other.

"Jeff-" Matt began but, only caused the younger Hardy to begin walking down the hall without saying a word.

The red head glanced at Trish who looked like she had just witness something tragic happen.

"Trish..." Lita spoke softly but, that only caused Trish to break down into tears and run her fingers through her hair.

Matt had, had enough. His brother couldn't run from his problems anymore. With that thought, Matt told Lita to take Trish back to the women's locker room while he would have a talk with his younger brother.

Jeff couldn't hide anymore...he just couldn't.

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Thank you for those who leave comments and cause me to want to keep going in the story, it means a lot

If you haven't heard Jeff wants to end his career at Wrestle Mania so idk how much more we are going to see about Jeff on TV but, I hope the JRISH shippers and Jeff lovers still keep his legacy alive here on Watty and in the WWE fandom

With that thanks for reading and I'm out...

Peace

||Nikki||