I do not own any wrestlers in this story. They own themselves. I just own the muses in my head. This is slash if ya don't like don't read. I live for feedback so let me know what you think. This is short but hey it's the prologue.
Prologue
Jeff stood in the corner of the room watching the party going on around him. He took a drink of the beer in his hand wishing it was harder liquor. He was being a wallflower and knew it but didn't care. His brother had dragged him to this party and he was just so exhausted of the politics that the people around him seemed consumed in. Tired of the fake smiles while people who are suppose to love you stab you in the back. Jeff scanned the room and felt his breath catch as he walked into the party. Matt had promised he wouldn't be here. He was probably the only man who could make him leave this corner even if it was just to pretend like he was the life of the party. It had been only a few weeks since the breakup and Jeff still felt like he was drowning. But he wasn't about to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how broken he was inside. He pushed away from the wall brushing a strand of fiery red hair back from his face he wandered into the fray looking for someone to chat with. He glanced around spotting Shawn Michaels he wandered over and began chatting, flirting slightly. After a while and a few more drinks he had loosened up considerably. He felt eyes watching him and turned slowly searching until his emerald eyes locked onto his. He couldn't breath and couldn't bring himself to look away. He heard Shawn saying something but it was nothing more then a fuzzy voice in the distance. He wanted to run but couldn't. Slowly he looked away and Jeff found the strength to turn and tell Shawn he needed to go find the bathroom. He fled outside breathing in the cool air leaning against the wall trying to stop shaking. After a few minutes he felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes knowing who it was just by the shivers the touch had caused. "You ok?" Jeff stared at him then shoved the hand off.
"What do you care?" he snapped. Hurt flashed in hazel eyes and Jeff felt a feeling of satisfaction that was very fleeting.
"I'll always care for you Jeff. It just can't work we are so different."
"It worked for two years what changed?" The man shook his head not wanting to answer that question. But Jeff persisted "WHAT CHANGED" he shouted attracting the attention of the few people outside the party.
"You" was the answer. Jeff cocked his head waiting for more of an answer. "You are what changed. You use to be so alive but now . . . you seem to have lost all your desire to be alive. You're broken Jeff and I can't break with you. I'm sorry." With that Jeff felt his world collapsing as Hunter turned away.
"Everybody's broken" whispered Jeff. He walked back into the party and lost himself in a haze of alcohol not caring anymore. Letting Shawn lead him away from the party to an uncertain future ahead.