A/N: Hey guys!!! Here's chapter 6 of Sweet Ruptured Life and I must say it's my favorite chapter by far. Hope you enjoy. Oh, here's the deal. Bold italics are flashbacks, plain italics are song lyrics and bold print is the poem. Hope it doesn't confuse anyone. I don't own the song "Title and Registration" by Death Cab for Cutie nor the poem, that's Lauren F's (thanks!)

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Dahlia dodged through the crowd of people in the hallway, keeping her eyes trained on the back of one Jeff Hardy. Ever since he had seen her dancing with Shannon in dance class the day before, he had been moody ever since.

There were only a few days left of school. Dahlia wasn't in the frame of mind for moodiness.

"Jeff!" But Jeff didn't respond, nor did he even turn an inch to even look at her. He just walked into their class and grabbed a seat across the room… far away from her. She shook her head and sat next to Driany, who cleared her throat uncomfortably and looked between the both of them.

"What's wrong with him?" Dahlia asked; making sure she turned the question into a statement. She knew that her friend knew something at least. Jeff couldn't keep his emotions to himself for his life.

But Driany just gave her a look that clearly told her to wait and turned her attention to the teacher. Dahlia did the same but she felt her mind slipping into the past events…

The day before…

"So, could we run this again?" Shannon asked, raking his hair away from his eyes and turning towards the Latina.

"Damn, perfectionist much?" Dahlia laughed, nodding to Shannon, who played the next song on one of the CD's he brought to practice with, "Would you please play something that doesn't make me wanna shoot up and die?"

Shannon chuckled and grabbed another CD. Once the new song started, they started moving together, unaware of Jeff standing in the doorway. Once the dance was over, Dahlia was practically nose to nose with him, her hands resting on his shoulders.

A loud bang broke them apart, the New York native shaking her head and looking over her shoulder in time to catch a glimpse of blonde hair before the door slammed shut. Dahlia sighed and looked at Shannon, before running out the door in the direction that Jeff had gone. But by the time she got remotely close to him, he was getting in his car and beginning to drive away.

Later that night, after explaining to Mickie and Driany what had happened, she tried calling Jeff. Each time, she got his voicemail. After leaving him around 6 messages to call her back, she tried his house phone. But after hearing from his brother that he supposedly not home, she stopped trying. Jeff was stubborn, but hopefully he would feel differently in the morning.

But that morning had been no different. Dahlia, who always got a ride from Jeff to and from school, was preparing to take the bus when she heard a honking outside. It was Jeff. Thinking that everything was fine, she got in the car and tried to have a conversation with him. But all she got in return were pointed glares and silence.

"He thinks that you like Shannon," Driany said, breaking into the Latina's thoughts, "He saw you two getting all close yesterday and thought something was going on."

"I can assure you, I don't like Shannon. And even if I did, he likes Mickie anyway." Dahlia reasoned loudly, rolling her eyes when she saw Jeff turn his head in her direction, obviously listening. Just then, the last bell rang in her ears, Jeff standing, finally looking in her direction and giving her a sheepish smile. No words needed to be said as the two hugged, before walking to their locker.

This time around, the car ride was almost normal, only the New York native could tell that Jeff was nervous about something. She tried hinting towards it; trying to get him to open up, but he would just laugh it off and ignore her hint. As he pulled up in front of her house, he tugged at the collar of this t-shirt and turned to her, eyes not exactly meeting hers. He reached into his back pocket and took up a sheet of folded up paper.

"I wanted to give this to you yesterday, but… you know…" Jeff drifted off, his voice getting lower by the minute, "Anyway, I guess I'll see you tomorrow…" he trailed off completely, pushing the paper into her hands. Dahlia nodded silently, kissing him on the cheek and taking note how his cheeks flushed from the action. Unlocking the door and grabbing her bag from the back, she waved to him before turning to walk up the steps to her house.

Thunder rumbled overhead as Jeff sat in his car across the street from Dahlia's house, trying to force some sort of courage to call her.

As the rain beat down on the hood
and that's how this idea was drilled into my head
'Cause it's too important
to stay the way it's been

Dahlia sat cross-legged on her couch, fiddling with the paper that Jeff gave her. She hadn't read it yet but she couldn't help but think how cute he looked when he gave it to her. And the way he blushed… she shook the thoughts from her head as she opened the letter. It was a poem of his, clearly re-written multiple times, as it was really neat and clean, no mistakes could be seen.

Dahlia:

To show how much I care
and how you're always, always on my mind
but I don't think you notice babe
how much u mean to me
but I know deep down inside
You are bound to see

See I want to be more than friends
but I just don't know what to say
and we could be together
or I'll hide it forever
but I'll be loving you either way

I've been feeling it deep inside
and it gets stronger everyday
whether you don't have a clue
or I'm together with you
I'll be loving you either way

I never thought I'd feel a love so true

Or that I'd act in such a crazy way
I've got this wonderful feeling
'cause my heart you are stealing
and this feeling is here to stay

Dahlia sat in shock, barely registering the sound of her cell phone ringing. It was him. She smiled at the thought of him before picking up, "Hey Jeff," she said softly, not wanting to seem too eager or excited.

"Hey, can you come outside? I wanna talk to you." Jeff said, his southern lilt faltering a little in his nervousness.

"Sure, give me a sec." Dahlia hung up the phone and hopped over the back of the couch in glee. Grabbing her umbrella and her keys, she stuffed her phone in her pocket and ran down the stairs.

Jeff watched her walk down the stairs, looking around for any sign of him. He smiled before stepping out of his car, letting the rain hit him. Dahlia looked at Jeff, who reached for her umbrella and pulling it from her hands and folded it closed before placing it on the back of his car. It didn't take long for her to get soaked to the bone but she didn't care after her grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him, both of them ignoring the flashes of lightning around them.

They just couldn't get their eyes off each other.

Dahlia opened her mouth to ask Jeff what he wanted to talk about and why they were out here, but all he did was gently place a finger to her lips, silencing her. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and leaned in softly. His voice was soft, and sure as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Just because you're looking really beautiful standing out here in the rain, and I'm thinking, I have to kiss you"

Dahlia inhaled softly and slowly. His lips touched hers lightly as he closed the final distance between them, running one hand behind the nape of her neck before tangling in her hair. Dahlia leaned into the kiss, feeling everything disappear around her, just relishing in the feel of his lips on hers. Every so often, a flash of lightning would appear, washing the two in a temporary light like fireworks. Jeff tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed her against his car and running his tongue over her bottom lip. She allowed him entrance as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

They broke apart finally, Jeff brushing his knuckles across her cheek and traced her lips with his fingertips, as if memorizing her face. Dahlia leaned into his touch and brushed her lips over his, tugging at his lower lip, hearing him moan lightly from her touch. No words had to be said, they were aware of the new step in their relationship.

They finally had each other.