Title: Yield to You
Author: THE Kid Hardy
Main Characters: Krys (OC), Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy. Features appearances by the A.P.A., Shannon Moore, and others.
Disclaimer: Sadly, per Vince McMahon and the Jarretts' restraining orders, I can't own any of these guys' souls, or lifelong contracts. Matt Hardy's soul belongs to the Devil, Vince McMahon. Jeff Hardy and Shannon Moore are wrestling exclusively under NWA: Total Nonstop Action, known as NWA: TNA. Thanks to them, I don't own the guys I wish to. (Sad.) Also, this story is fiction, and fiction only. I make no claims to Matt Hardy being an evil, heartless bastard, or Jeff being the sensitive sap. This is only a story, and fiction. Don't take it personally, please don't be offended at some of the things you read.
Summary When does love turn to obsession?
Note: Most of this story is from Krys. Hence, this story is done from her first person point of view (1st person POV). This is one of my favorite stories, and I wrote it in 2002, during my eleventh grade year. I hated school so much, and at the time, Matt Hardy was a heel. I loved seeing him as a heel so much, my twisted alter ego came up with this fic in about three weeks. Enjoy!
The shy young guy walked over to me. As I turned to look at him, I can see him turning pink. So I smile sweetly at him, and he turns even pinker. "Um, hi," he says.
"Hi," I say back, smiling again. Boy he was cute, with gorgeous blond hair and green eyes that would melt the coldest of hearts. "I kinda get the feeling that we haven't met before," I say, holding out my hand to shake his. "I'm Krys, Nitro Girl."
"I'm Shannon, wrestler and member of Three Count."
It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Before WCW dropped, Shannon and I did practically EVERYTHING together. Since I danced and he wrestled, we traveled on the road together. We played games, watched movies, went out on non-dates, etc. We were the perfect non-couple. Until something happened.
One night, it was my birthday and we were celebrating after a cute little party he threw for me. We were hanging out in his hotel room, watching Men in Black, and there was a funny part on. We were just laughing so hard, and Shannon suddenly stopped. I stopped and looked at him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Shan? You okay?" I ask, and he looks upset. I see something, but I can't tell. I start to ask him again, when suddenly I feel soft lips pressing against mine.
Startled, I pull away and stare at Shannon. He looked like he was ready to cry. "So that's why you've been so quiet and moody?"
"Yeah," he says softly. "I was afraid to do anything because of how you'd react." Slowly a tear runs down his face, and I feel bad. I'm always a sucker for emotions. I brush the tear away from his face, and he looks at me. "What are you doing?"
I say nothing, and instead of talking, I kiss him passionately. After a few seconds, he returns it, and we end up on his hotel room couch, making out.