Wow, guys. It's been a really long time since I wrote fan fiction for Wrestling. Let's hope it doesn't suck.
We All Need
Summary: Jeff Hardy is a 30 year old man who just got divorced from his wife, and got fired from his job. Everything bad seems to be happening to him. What happens when he meets Carter James, a girl who hates rules, and can be a bitch sometimes. Is this an opening Jeff needs?
Chapter One
Jeff's POV
Drowning my sorrows with beer sounded about right at the moment, so I decided to go to the local bar in Cameron. As soon as I walked in, I noticed people giving me sympathetic looks or gestures. I sighed. That's what you get for living in a small town. Everyone knows that my wife divorced me, and I lost my job. I did my best to ignore them as I made my way up to the bar. Once I took a seat, the bar tender smiled, "What will it be, Jeff?"
"Strongest stuff you got." I said while leaning my forearms on the bar.
He shook his head, "If you think I'm going to let you get wasted tonight; you're wrong." I let a sigh out as he handed me a glass of Coca-Cola. I took a couple sips out of it, and he put his towel on his shoulder. "How you holding up?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "The best I can for a man who just got divorced and lost his job. It sucks."
"I hear man, I hope everything works out for you in the future." He said.
Right when I was about to say something, I heard. "You fuckin' Dick! Give me my money, I won!"
I snapped my head in the direction it was coming from to see a medium sized red-head yelling at a 6 foot biker dude. She was little compared to him, so I decided to interfere. I walked over to them. "Is there a problem here?"
She crossed her arms over chest, "Yeah, I beat this fucker at a game of pool for 20 bucks, and he won't give it to me."
The Biker smirked, "You're a kid. I'm not giving you shit." He said and walked out of the bar.
The girl was about to go after him, but I grabbed her shoulders, "Easy, he's like 10 times your size. He could eat you."
"Please, I could take him." She scoffed while blowing her bangs.
I chuckled, "You got a name?"
She nodded, "Carter James."
I stuck my hand out, "I'm-"
Carter cut me off, "Jeff Hardy, I know. I used to watch Wrestling when I was little."
"You still seem little to me, how old are you?" I wondered while dropping my hand, since she obviously wasn't going to shake it.
She smirked, "Why you wanna get in my pants?"
I rolled my eyes, "No. Redheads aren't my type."
"Ouch." She said. "I'm 16 by the way."
My eyes widened, "What is a 16 year old doing in a bar full of biker dudes?" I asked while crossing my arms.
Carter seemed to get upset about this, "None of your fucking business." She said while slamming the door open, and walking out of the bar. For some reason, something told me to follow her, so I did. I followed her into an alleyway.
Once she realized I was following her, she turned around. "What! Do you want?"
"I want you to answer my question." I said while I got closer to her.
She shrugged, "It doesn't matter. It's not like you would care anyway, you're a famous fucking wrestler."
"Ex- wrestler." I corrected her. "And what makes you think I wouldn't care?"
Carter sighed, "Because most people don't."
I scratched the side of my face before saying, "I'm not most people. Now, tell me what you were doing in a bar?"
She took a long breath and exhaled. "I usually go into bars to get money by playing pool. That was the only thing I learned how to play was pool. I have no where to live, so I get money from games, and stay in cheap motels."
"What if you lose?" I asked curiously.
Carter shrugged, "Well depends on how nice the guy is, but they usually take advantage of me." She said it like it was nothing. How could a 16 year old do this for a living? So many questions were running through my head. She let her arms drop to her side, "Can I go now?"
I shook my head, "No. Where are your parents?"
She scoffed, "How the fuck should I know? They dropped me off at some orphanage when I was 3, and I ran away when I was 10. I've been doing this since I was 13 years old."
"What happens when you don't find a motel?" I asked.
Carter sighed, "Then I usually stay on a park bench." She then looked around, "Which seems to be my destination for tonight."
I shook my head, "No way. You're coming to stay with me."
"What? No! I barely know you, you could be some rapist or something." She protested.
I looked around, "Well if I was some rapist, don't you think I would of done something to you already."
She shrugged, "I don't know. You could be one of those weird ones that get to know their victims first."
A frustrated groan escaped my lips. "I'm not a rapist! Just please stay at my house, I don't like the idea of a 16 year old sleeping on the park bench."
Carter frowned, "I've been doing it half of my life."
"Well, it's going to change now." I said while grabbing her arm, "C'mon."
"Fine, but if you even think about raping me, I will karate chop your face." She said with a sly grin on her face.
I rolled my eyes before saying, "I'll keep that in mind."
What does everybody think so far? Keeper?