Author's Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction. I am changing history through the course of this story. I do not own the rights to any of the trademarks and/or names in this story. Any events/characters that I have made up bear no intentional resemblance to any real situation or person.

Prologue

I went to my first WWF show when I was 13 years old to watch my brother's best friend in his first ever match. Jeff was three years older than me, so naturally, I'd had a MAJOR crush on him. I was sad when he lost to Razor Ramon, even though I knew it was scripted. I was so proud of him, I could have burst.

Jeff and his older brother, Matt, were both at my house nearly every day of my life, as were their other friends, Shannon Moore and Greg Helms. They and my brother James were inseparable and never complained when I tagged along. I was always the referee in their backyard wrestling matches.

When I turned 15, they all threw me a huge party. By the end of the night, the only ones left awake we me and Jeff, watching scary movies, and eating popcorn. We started on opposite ends of the couch, but ended up inching closer to each other, so by the middle of the last movie in our marathon, we were practically sitting on top of each other.

"You know, if we were sitting any closer together, we'd be one person." Jeff whispered.

I smiled, and moved away from him, figuring that's what he was hinting at. Jeff put an arm around me and pulled me back against his side. "I didn't say I didn't like it, Kitten."

I felt my face heating up, and my smile get wider. When I finally looked up at him, he grinned down at me, and reached up with his free hand to stroke my face. I could feel my heart speeding up; sure he heard it pounding against my chest. Then his face went clear, and our eyes locked together. He put his hand under my chin, and gently pulled my face towards his. When our lips met that first time, my stomach flipped. He pulled away just far enough so he could check the expression on my face. Whatever it was, he must have liked it, because he just smiled, then kissed me again. This time it lasted a little longer, and I felt his tongue tracing my bottom lip. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

After that night, we started secretly seeing each other. When no one was looking, we'd sneak in a kiss (or two). Eventually, Matt caught on, and, being the cool brother/friend that he was, assisted in distracting everyone else for a while to give us some time together. One weekend, he even pretended to be insanely mad at Jeff, and convinced the guys to go on a weekend camping trip without him. I never went on their camping trips to begin with, so it wasn't suspicious that I was home too. I will always love Matt for everything he did back then.

My brother did, inevitably, find us out. He didn't catch us in the act or anything. He just finally started reading the signs. He was upset about it for about three days, and then got over it. It was really kind of a relief when he found out.

I wish I could say that Jeff and I were the dream couple who stayed together forever, then got married. But eventually, when Jeff and Matt started getting more popular in the WWF and started traveling more, we decided that it was best if we just stopped dating. It took the pressure off of having a long distance relationship, and we did end up staying very close. I can always go to him for anything, day or night, and he can always come to me.

I have absolutely no regrets in life, thanks in large part to Jeff. He was my first real boyfriend. I had a lot of "firsts" with him. So it was only natural that my first break in the WWF was because of him and Matt…