Name: Krista Copeland

Age: 28

Hair: Black with different colors

Eyes: Grey

Height: 5'7

Rated R Superstar

"Adam! Come on, let's go." Leave it to my brother to be late for yet another photo shoot this week. The stupid things were his idea for crying out loud.

"Keep your pants on Krista, for all out sakes."

I rolled my eyes and walked out the door, followed by my brother. We hopped into my convertible new Mustang and drove off to the photo shoot. We made it right on time, unlike yesterday thank you Adam.

"There you two are. Your friends are already here." Adam and I looked at each other.

"Friends? I thought it was just us in the photo shoot."

"Mr. McMahon made a last minute change. I would assume that he would have called you to let you know."

"He didn't call us. Who exactly are we modeling with?" No sooner did I utter that sentence, here come the Hardy Boys.

"No, I'm not doing it."

"Adam, relax already."

He yanked me aside out of earshot of everyone else. "You don't understand Krista. Matt hates me and Jeff isn't too fond of me either. I can't do a photo shoot with them. I'd be a prime target for both of them."

"Don't worry about them. You're being ridiculous and unprofessional, two words that are not synonymous with Adam Copeland. Now suck it up and let's do this thing already." I walked away, put my bag down and headed over to the wardrobe trailer. Jeff was already in there, putting on his shirt for the shoot.

"Sorry about that. I'll be quick."

I smiled softly. "It's ok. I don't mind at all."

Jeff smiled back at me and continued to put his shirt on. I grabbed the first outfit we were shooting in and just held it up. I laughed, wondering what on earth Vince was trying to get at. "What's so funny?"

"It looks like I'm going to need some help putting this on."

He walked over to me with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean?"

I held up the shirt and showed him the back.

"Oh. Now it makes sense."

"Would you mind helping me Jeff?"

"Is your brother ok with that?"

"I don't need my brother's permission Jeff. I'm old enough. Yes or no?"

"Sure." I eased off my shirt and slipped on the photo shoot shirt. It tied all the way up in the back.

"Ok. Let me know if it's too tight, ok?"

I nodded and Jeff stood behind me. He gently placed his hand between my shoulder blades and started to lace up the shirt. I couldn't believe how gentle Jeff was with the lacing.

"All done. You ok?"

I turned around and smiled. "Yeah, thanks."

"Sure thing. I'll let you finish changing. See you out there."

"Later." I watched him leave and bit down on my lip. There was something I definitely wanted to find more about with Jeff.

A/N: I know it was short but I'll do my best to crank out another one. Feedback! :