A teenager walked through the giant Colossim. Her blue eyes gleaming with joy,as a wide smile spread across her features. The crowd bustled around her. Blond hair pulled back in a high pony-tail. A pair of faded worn out jeans leading down to camo skater shoes. A loose black DX t-shirt covering her torso, stopping just below her waist.
A chain belt sat around her waist, and a Hardy's symbol hung from it on her right side. While on her left hung her keys.
"Thank you,thank you,thank you," she repeated hugging her grandad tightly. He was an elderly man, probably in his sixties, and was balding. He wore a pair of jeans,black shoes, and a tucked in long sleeved pin stripped button up shirt.
He laughed lightly, and hugged her back, "Just have fun," was his reply as he looked at the tickets in his hand.
"I'm going to the merchandise stand," the girl said looking at him,waiting for what she knew he was going to say.
"Alright then, I will be at the concessions. As soon as your done..." he trailed off as his granddaughter sighed.
"Go find you, I know," she finished smiling lightly before heading to the merchandise stand. She grinned at the ceiling of the Crown Colossim in Fayettvill N.C. Yeah she was North Carolina born and raised.
Later that same night Katelyn, the girl, sat ringside her new twenty dollar 100 American Made Muscles hat sitting atop her head. As she whooped and hollered cheering for her favorites. She silently sighed, Jeff Hardy the hometown boy wasn't going to be there. But hearing the starting lines of Shawn Michaels' entrance instantly perked her up. As a smile flashed over her face.
The sandy blond, ice blue eyed, heart-breaker made his way down the ramp. Her eyes following his every movement. "Yeah lets go Shawn," she cheered.
One could easily say she had major crush issues with that man.
She didn't think he would touch her hand but she stuck it over the barrier anyway. She watched him dance down the ramp tapping random fans hands. Then as he was in front of her the UN-expected happened. His soft yet strong hand brushed hers. It wasn't much, but she was happy. Because in that one second, she was in his world.
Watching him climb into the ring and dance some more.
"Hard to believe that man can't dance," she murmured to herself holding her hand close to her.