A/N: Hey everyone, LinKiePu here, and this is our first story ever to be posted on . We (Lin.Kie.Pu) hope that you'll like it.
Warning: This story contains slash AND femslash, so if you don't like it, then don't read it.
Disclaimer: Lin.Kie.Pu owns nothing but the characters Frankie, Logan, and Joanie.. Basically every name that is unfamiliar to you. All wrestlers mentioned in this story are owned by the WWE.
All We Are
Chapter 1: Exactly What We Need
Frankie West sighed into the phone. "I don't know," he said hesitantly, glancing at his Canon camera sitting on the coffee table. He nervously ran a hand through his dark hair.
"You'll do fine, trust me," one of his best girl friends, Logan Parker, said through the phone. She glanced at the other woman sitting next to her, nodding at her.
"Yeah, Frankie. Please?" Frankie's other best friend, Joanie Pierce said. "We can all be together again; it'll be fun."
"You guys, I really don't know. This is a big decision to make, and I'm not just gonna jump right into something I don't know much about," Frankie defended.
"What don't you know about it? It's photography; that's all you need to know," Logan rationalized. "So what, you don't know much about wrestling. Big deal? The point is, you know your photography shit, and we need you."
"Besides," Joanie started, "We already kinda told Vince that you'd be willing to do it. So you have to come."
"WHAT!?" Frankie nearly yelled into the phone. His friends were unbelievable. "You can't be serious," he whined into the phone. "Why'd you go and do that for?"
"Hey, we thought we were doing you a favor, buddy," Joanie replied. "You needed a good job, and we got you one. A little thanks would be appreciated," Joanie hinted with a little attitude.
Frankie could hear Logan slap Joanie on the arm, and Joanie let out a yelp. "Look," Logan's voice rang softly and calmly over the phone. "We put in a good word for you and Vince is willing to see your work. We really need a new photographer, and we both thought of you right away. What's there to be afraid of? Joanie and I will both be with you," Logan comforted. "So we're gonna be in Manhattan on Saturday," Logan trailed off, and Frankie got the hint. It was Monday, which gave him pretty much the whole week to think about his decision.
"I'll think about it," he finally told them, and he could almost visualize the girls grinning hopefully at each other.
"Okay, Frankie," the girls' voices rang out happily. "We gotta head back to work, so we'll see you at the end of the week. We love you! Bye!"
"Love you guys too," Frankie chuckled into the phone. "See you guys."
Frankie, Logan, and Joanie have been friends since their early childhood days in Hawaii. They all lived next to each other, attended the same schools, and even took the same classes. However, it was college that separated them. They all went their separate ways: Logan was the first to leave to California, then Frankie left shortly to New York, and finally, Joanie moved to Nevada.
After graduating from college, Frankie found himself a job as a freelance photographer. The pay was enough to help him get by, but his job was not stable. He was constantly in search of something better, but he hadn't found anything thus far. Logan landed a job with the WWE as an editor for the WWE Magazine. Joanie followed Logan into the WWE as the lead make-up artist for the WWE Divas.
The two girls have been working together for almost a year now, but they really missed having Frankie there with them. As fate would have it, their best photographer suddenly quit, and Frankie was still in search of a job. After much persuading to Vince McMahon, the girls were able to put in a good word for Frankie. All they needed was for Frankie to agree to go.
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Frankie pulled his pea coat closer to his body as he made his way into the Marriot Hotel in Manhattan. It was the first week of November, and the air was crisp and cool, but no sign of snow just yet. The hotel was buzzing with hotel workers and tourists, but no sign of any wrestlers. Wondering if he was in the right hotel, Frankie made his way to the front desk and asked the receptionist for Logan and Joanie's room number.
"They're in room 43 on the 40th floor," the receptionist smiled at Frankie who in turn thanked her and made his way over to the elevators.
Before Frankie could get very far, however, two voices called out to him from the lobby. Frankie turned around excitedly as two women ran towards him, embracing him in a big group hug.
"You came!" Joanie grinned. She stood at 5'8; her naturally black hair was dyed a dark magenta that ended right at her jaw line. Her eyes were a hazel brown and her skin a fair complexion. Her spunky personality matched her outgoing attitude.
"So did you make up your mind?" Logan asked standing on the other side of Frankie. She was 5'7 with jet-black hair that was layered just above her shoulders. Her silvery blue eyes glowed against her lightly tanned skin.
"I did," Frankie confirmed. He grinned widely at his friends, happy to be finally seeing them after so long. Frankie stood tall among his friends, standing at 5'11. His black hair was styled into a faux hawk. His green eyes twinkled as he smiled, flashing his dimples against his bronze skin.
"So what's your decision?" The two girls looked at Frankie expectantly.
Frankie shrugged, giving them a devious grin. "You'll have to find out later. I'd like to meet with Vince first," he told them, grinning as their facial expressions fell.
"Fine," Logan said, grabbing Frankie by the hand. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?" Frankie asked as Joanie grabbed his other hand. The two girls dragged them towards the elevators.
"Vince called a meeting, which is in," Joanie paused to glance at her watch, "five minutes. So you came just in time. So let's go!"
The three friends took the elevator up to the 10th floor, which was full of conferencing rooms. Once the elevator dinged and slid open, Frankie noticed that the hallway was full of the WWE superstars and staff. "They're all here for the meeting?" Frankie looked around in awe. Although he did not watch wrestling, he did recognize the more famous people, such as Triple H, John Cena, and, Frankie's favorite, Randy Orton.
Frankie's eyes widened at the sight of the 6'4 frame of the Legend Killer. He looked much larger, and much hotter in person. Logan looked over at Frankie and grinned. "See something you like?" She grinned, teasing her friend. Frankie was openly gay. Logan and Joanie were the first people that he told, and that was back in sophomore year in high school.
Frankie recognized Randy Orton right away, only because Logan and Joanie talked about him all the time, but only when Logan wasn't busy talking about John Cena, whom she was in love with. Even before they landed their jobs with the WWE, there were times when Logan would make Frankie sit and watch RAW with her. He didn't care for wrestling much, that is, until he saw Randy Orton.
Frankie was drawn to Randy Orton right away. His arrogant attitude, his cocky smirk, his physique that could put any Greek god to shame, and most of all, his thighs. Frankie unconsciously licked his lips at the thought of those damn thighs and what they could do to him if he ever had the opportunity to be with Randy Orton. But Frankie shook his head at those thoughts. Randy Orton was the Legend Killer in the ring, and a womanizer out of the ring; nowhere did it say that he was gay or even imply that he liked guys. In other words, Frankie had no chance; but he could dream, right?
Logan and Joanie linked arms with Frankie as they made their way through the crowd. They smiled and greeted those they past as they walked towards the end of the hall, to the room where the conference would be held. Frankie held his breath as they neared the door but was stopped when the Legend Killer and the Champ stood in front of them.
"Hello ladies," the two tall men greeted them as Randy flashed them his trademark smirk before curiously looking at Frankie. "Who's this? Your pimp?" Randy joked, noticing how the girls had their arms linked with his and how they were all smiling from ear to ear.
Frankie smirked back, puffing his chest out in a proud manner. "You got a problem with that?"
Randy playfully pointed at Joanie. "I got a problem with this one. She's no good," he said, trying to remain serious, but failing.
Joanie stuck her tongue out at him. "That's not what you said last night," she shot back.
"Burned," Logan and John said at the same time. They briefly made eye contact before Logan turned away quickly, a blush creeping onto her face.
Frankie saw this and fought from grinning wider. "Anyway," he started, breaking the attention away from Logan and John. "I'm Frankie West," he stuck his hand out to Randy.
Randy wrapped his much larger hand around Frankie's own. "Randy Orton," the taller man replied.
"John Cena," John stuck his hand out as well for Frankie to shake.
People started to pile into the conference room, and the three friends decided that now would be the time to walk in as well. They took their seats in the very front, Randy and John sitting directly behind them.
Everyone waited patiently for the McMahons to make their presence known. Soon, the door opened again, and the McMahon clan, which consisted of Vince, his wife and CEO Linda, his son Shane, and his daughter Stephanie, walked in.
The meeting was long as the McMahons broke down the storylines for the next few shows, discussed advertising, juggled new ideas with the creative department, and pretty much just touched base with all the other departments.
"And the magazine?" Vince turned towards Logan who cleared her throat before answering.
"We're in the final stages of editing, sir," she stated professionally. "We should be done by the end of next week, and the deadline is in two weeks."
"Very good," Vince commended Logan, who smiled proudly to herself. Vince stole a quick glance at Frankie's unfamiliar face and knew right away that this was the person that Logan and Joanie were talking about. "Moving on," Vince transitioned, "as you all know, our lead photographer Charles resigned from his position due to personal reasons," he explained. "We've been searching for a new photographer for quite a while now, but, if I am correct, our replacement photographer is right here." Vince motioned towards Frankie, who stood up and faced the crowd, grinning sheepishly at everyone.
"Hi. I'm Frankie West," he said bashfully before taking his seat again.
"You have big shoes to fill, son," Vince said, "but by the way these girls talk about you, I am confident that you will do just fine," he mentioned as he motioned towards Logan and Joanie who were grinning like mad.
The conference continued for a little while longer, and the three friends waited until the room emptied out before making their way up to Mr. McMahon. Vince grinned at the three friends, who were probably the youngest employees he's ever hired. But at the ages of twenty-one, they were very intelligent and professional in their trade. "Frankie, correct?" Vince asked as he stuck his hand out for Frankie to shake.
"Yes sir," Frankie replied politely. "I just had a few concerns," he said hesitantly.
"Go ahead," Vince urged him to continue.
"Well, to be honest, I've only just recently started watching wrestling," Frankie said, slightly embarrassed that he was talking to the man who owned the WWE. "And I'm not sure if my photography will be sufficient enough for what you're looking for," he trailed off.
"Is there a portfolio that I can take a look at?" Vince asked. Frankie nodded and from under his coat he produced a messenger bag. And from that bag, he pulled out a booklet of his work. Vince flipped through the pages, observing and admiring each photo. There were wedding pictures, pictures of landscapes, animals, cars, pictures of Joanie and Logan, personal pictures, even a few pictures of nude models, both male and female, anything and everything. Vince was honestly impressed. He closed the booklet and handed it back to Frankie, smiling. "You know what I saw?" Frankie looked at him questioningly, dreading to hear the answer in case his work wasn't good enough. "I saw variety. I saw talent. I saw the passion that you have for what you do. Despite what you think, this here," he pointed at the booklet, "is proof enough that you're exactly what we need."
Frankie couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face. Yes, his work has been praised before, but to hear it come from a man as important as Vincent Kennedy McMahon really meant something. "Thank you," was all Frankie could think of to say. He was still speechless.
"So Frankie, will you consider working for us?" Vince asked hopefully.
Frankie didn't need to think twice. "I would be honored to work for the WWE as the lead photographer," he said truthfully. Joanie and Logan bounced excitedly next to him.
"Then it's an honor for me to say," Vince said, extending his hand towards Frankie, "Frankie West, welcome to the WWE."
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