Disclaimer: I don't own anything WWE. I don't own Eve or Matt. I do own Heather and Jack though, as well as a few other minor OCs that will be appearing over time.
Author's Note: I need to stop thinking of new story ideas for a while. I'm so bad, haha. Well, this is actually based a bit off of another story I used to have up here but I discontinued because it wasn't getting the response I wanted from it as well as I wasn't interested in the characters anymore at all. So I re-worked parts of it and took two new characters up, two I assure you I love. Not much else to say, really. This is my first real Matt/Eve story though, and I hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
She was a city girl living in the world's greatest city by day, lost within it by night. He was a small town boy who'd broken the expectations of those around him and then lost it all anyway just by one simple mistake. Life is screwed up at times, they both know that. So on one late summer night, two personalities will clash and blend. It started out in innocence, just a friendly conversation, but when it's all over, what will be left and who will be standing?
Chapter One:
"So Eve, here's what I'm thinking," a loudmouthed girl spoke from beside a brunette woman. "We forget that Todd and Sean ever existed and we dance the night away at the new club down the street from Jack's place. He'll let us stay there tonight. You know how he is."
The brunette—Eve—wasn't listening though. She had her head in the clouds while she walked down a crowded New York City street with her best friend of almost ten years. It had been a long day. First, she had a photo shoot with a department store (not up to what she usually modeled for, but taken in desperation to pay the bills) and then, she'd gone out for an early lunch with her now ex-boyfriend Sean only to be dumped. Sean had claimed they were too different and that his schedule just "didn't mesh well with her". Truthfully, she believed he had another woman on the side and was eager to finally cut her loose.
It brought her to the crowded street with Heather (the best friend), talking about how pathetic their lives were and how every guy on Earth was usually only three things: and none of them were pleasant.
"Eve!"
Eve's head shot up at the sound of her name. She had to stop zoning out. Heather hated feeling like no one was listening to her and if her friend grew to rant mode, the night would never end. "Sorry," she muttered. "What did you say?"
"Girl," Heather sighed, "Forget about that loser. He was too uptight for you anyway. Tonight we're going to the new club down on Apple Street. Okay? Go home and get ready. I'll pick you up at seven."
They had somehow gotten to her apartment without Eve even noticing. She watched as gorgeous Heather bobbed away, already planning to have a man by the end of the night. Her boyfriend hadn't broken up with her. Actually, it was just the opposite. Whenever Heather got bored with the man she was with, she dumped him and found some poor other soul. It was the one thing that Eve hated about Heather. These were nice guys – not a bad guy in the mix and she knew they all walked away broken-hearted.
Todd had been a prime example of that. She'd met him several times. He was a decent guy who worked at a record company and went to college at night. There wasn't anything wrong with him. Maybe he was a bit touchy-feely like Heather had said, but it didn't mean he was a complete piece of crap. Poor Todd had only lasted a month. This was normal though. Heather's relationships never lasted too long. Her longest relationship had been nine months and that was only because the man had been in a coma and she didn't have the heart to just leave him there.
Eve wasn't like that though. She didn't find herself bored with the guys she dated. In fact, they usually dumped her. She wasn't a bad looking girl and she wasn't personality less but guys just didn't stay with her for whatever reason. If Eve had found a guy like the ones Heather dumped, she'd be good.
With a sigh, she pulled her tote bag closer and marched up the steps of her apartment building, waving to her neighbor, Mrs. Calvern who was leaving with her twins, four-year-old Marie and Michael. From there, she took the elevator and got to her apartment, dropping her bag at the door while she greeted her cat, Snuggle and flopped down on the couch.
Eve needed to learn to say no to her best friend. She wasn't in any mood to go to a club that night. Her feet hurt from wearing terrible high heels that morning and her mood was like a popped balloon: deflated.
But she'd never get away with not going. As much as she wanted to sleep or curl up with a movie, the young woman was bright enough to know that if she didn't go with Heather, she wouldn't stop hearing about it for weeks on end. "What do you think, Snuggle?" she asked the gray cat. "Should I go?"
Snuggle meowed in response and took off toward the kitchen, only stopping to look back hopefully.
Eve rolled her eyes. "Stupid cat," she muttered. "I swear I'm training you to feed and clean yourself."
An hour later, it was about six and after feeding Snuggle, cleaning the cat's dirty litter box, and doing several bills, Eve took off toward her room, preparing to hate the entire night. She pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans and a red halter top, with matching red one-inch heels. Then, she took a quick shower and slipped her clothes on, deeming herself presentable while little Snuggle watched on, eyes curious.
"She's paying for my drinks tonight," she informed Snuggle, ruffling the cat's hair and sitting down next to her. "Next time, we're going to a movie."
The cat blinked and meowed at her. Shaking her head, she searched for her make-up. Obviously if she was talking to her cat, she needed more friends.
"You look absolutely fabulous!" Heather cried. The blonde woman looked pretty good herself. She was dressed in a cocktail dress that barely covered what her mother gave her and flaunted every curve she owned. It was snug and made her look amazing while the peach color somehow highlighted her light green eyes. "Let's go!"
"You know, you owe me."
"Oh please! When you have a gorgeous guy hanging off your arm at the end of the night, you'll be thanking me over and over again. Live a little, Eve. The only way you're going to find Prince Charming is by getting out there and flirting a little. You're a model. You look confident on the screen yet when you're out and about lately you are worse than the worst hermit crab."
Eve rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the confidence boost."
"That's not what I meant, Eve and you know it." Heather stopped her and stared into her eyes. "What's the matter with you lately? You're fiery and lately all I see is some little sparks that are left over by a soaked fire."
She shrugged as they walked. "I don't know. I'm just tired."
"Of what?"
"I don't know. Tired of guys walking over me and treating me like crap. And then leaving me because we just don't fit or whatever. It kind of puts a damper on your love life, you know." She began to fix her shirt although there was nothing wrong with it as her friend stared at her.
"This is exactly why you need to get to that club tonight! There will be plenty of guys to hang out with and meet up with. How will you ever find the one good guy out of a thousand duds if you have that kind of attitude? Think about it. Now come on!"
Heather dragged her forward. Maybe she was right after all. Sulking and feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to get her in the position she wanted. In fact, Heather was right. She needed to get out there and meet some new people. It wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like she was bound to whoever she met that night. She'd get a few beers and dance with a few good looking guys and when the night was over, whatever happened would be whatever happened. For once, she was sick of feeling sorry for herself.
Yay for my first chapter! :D I'm so excited. I will be putting up pictures of Heather and some other OCs which will be showing up in future chapters soon on my profile, so be sure to check that out. Other than that, please just read and review and I'll get a new chapter up soon!