Crazy in Love

Title: Crazy in Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: You'll see.
Summary:
The most daring diva today is scared of one thing – love. And she's going to make the biggest mistake of her life if she doesn't watch herself.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own the WWE or any of the characters used. Wish I did, but.
Note: Sorry it's so short, the next chapter will hopefully make up for it!


"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Chris Jericho and Stacy Keibler.

The two finally declare, and celebrate, their love on this joyous occasion. Please join them on this happy day."

Her eyes, they couldn't stop reading this trash… this vile. The words, they left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. She now wished earlier that she'd held her tongue and not said anything to him at all. He was pissed at her alright, but the absolute nerve of that man! How dare he invite her to his wedding, in which he would wed the one woman she absolutely despised? How dare he, when they'd been fighting about it, only mere weeks ago? Was he mentally retarded, to think she'd actually turn up? Obviously, he knew she was pissed off at him about this – yet he didn't know how she truly felt – and that was why he was inviting her. It was a challenge. She loved challenges and she wasn't going to sit out for this one. He had some balls, inviting her to this. He knew her too well, he knew she'd end up being there. He knew she watched him finally marry… that woman. Right in front of her eyes.

She found herself shaking, with fright or anger, she really didn't know, so the diva leant against the wall, attempting to look casual. Attempting to put up a cool, calm and collected demeanor. She had put up a wall around her long again, not to mention the wall she'd built around her heart. Many months ago, she swore she wouldn't fall for anyone again – not after what happened with Matt. With Christian. With Kane (not that she ever loved him anyway) – but she ended up doing the one thing she swore she wouldn't.

She fell in love.

Matt, she claimed she still loved him. He was always there for her, always a shoulder to lean on. He was there, everytime she cried, everytime she laughed or marked out over someone. He was there at every one of her darkest moments. He had fulfilled everything on the list of loving – or befriending, in her case – someone. But so had the person she really loved: Chris Jericho. And deep down inside, she knew she was really kidding herself if she thought she still loved Matt Hardy.

Unfortunately, the man of her dreams slipped right through her fingers. And she'd just sat idly by as it happened. And she could already tell that she was going to continue doing so.

She tore the pink sheet of paper, tiny specks of glitter falling from the page. Then the diva took a few steps toward the open window nearby and opened her hands. Torn shreds flew from her hands, flying outside in all directions. She watched as the wind completely blew away the reminder of who she loved – and her past.