title: American Honey
plot: Growing up next door to one another, Kirstie Monroe and Jake Hager were the best of friends. When he left for Ohio State and she left for NYU. Now, years later, they reunite when Kirstie is given a job on Smackdown. But will everything be the same as it was?
warning: M for a reason people! Usually, unless I'm in an off mood, my stories will be rated M.
disclaimer: The chapters are going to be named after songs (much as the title is named for a Lady Antebellum song). The characters except for Kirstie belong to the WWE.
Prolog
As children we all have the best friend that we would do anything for. The one we tell our secrets to and spend lazy summer afternoons catching fireflies and making wishes on stars. My best friend growing up in Perry, Oklahoma was a man by the name of Jacob Hager. Jake was my next door neighbor and our rooms were on the second floors of our respected houses, facing each other.
I remember when I first met Jake. I thought he was a "smelly boy" and he thought I was a "dumb girl". We couldn't stand each other. He liked sports and bugs and I liked playing with my barbie dolls and staying out of the mud. Our parents were friends though so that meant that when my mother Alysa and my father Ethan would go over to visit their friends Mr. James Hager and Mrs. Renee Hager, I would have to tag along. I would bring my dollys and ask Jake if he wanted to play, usually only ending with one of my favorite dolls thrown across the room because he didn't want to play with them and instead wanted to show me cool tricks he had learned while playing sports with his friends.
As we grew up, so did our thoughts about one another. We had spent so much time around each other that we had accepted each others flaws. He accepted the fact that I was never going to be a fan of bugs and football and I accepted that playing dolls was probably not the most fun thing in the world for him. As our tastes in other things grew so did our friendship. We would play hide and go seek in the yard, take turns pushing each other on the swing hanging from the oak tree in my backyard, and even just sitting in the treehouse in his yard reading a book or telling each other stories that we wanted to convince the other was true.
When we grew to be teenagers, our friendship never faltered. In fact, I'm pretty sure it grew stronger. He was like a big brother to me. He'd make sure that the guys I went out on dates with weren't jerks. Once he'd gotten his drivers license, he drove me around to places I needed and wanted to go. We once spent an entire Saturday at the mall just so I could try to find something cute to wear when I went on a date with a boy. He complained, sure, but he didn't leave. He put up with me and supported me. Like I supported him. I was at every wrestling meet, every football game (simply because I was on the cheerleading squad for that one), and even when he got his Eagle Scout award. We were even voted cutest couple that never was our senior year. Which I don't get. Sure I thought Jack was sweet and he was my best friend, but I never felt romantic about him.
After graduation was the hardest part of our friendship. Jack had decided to go to Ohio State with a major in finance and I wanted to major in broadcast journalism so I went to New York University. We kept in touch through emails and text messages our freshman year but as we both found ourselves doing more and more with our colleges, for me it was joining the Delta Gamma sorority and the cheerleading team. Over time, the friendship Jake and I had just faded. We stopped texting. I didn't hear anymore from him until after I graduated college.
I was looking for somewhere to work where I could apply my skills that I had learned in college. That was proving easier said than done. Not many places needed a broadcast journalist who was fresh out of college. Even places like NBC or CBS wouldn't hire me. That's when I found some place that needed a broadcaster. The WWE. I know what you're thinking, how does a nice girl like me get tied in with professional wrestling? Well to be honest, I'm not sure myself. I just remember checking my private email, the one where I had potential employers send things if they needed to contact me and there it was: an email from Vincent Kennedy McMahon himself.
Dear Miss Monroe,
Recently I was contacted by one of my employees, who shall remain nameless for the sake of protecting his identity, and told that you were looking for a job. He told me that you had a bachelors degree in broadcast journalism. This impressed me. My company, World Wrestling Entertainment, is constantly looking for new talents who can do multiple things. Announcing is one of the things that we need the most. I have a position for you, on the Smackdown brand of my company, if you want it. Please, feel free to contact me via this address.
Sincerely,
Vincent Kennedy McMahon
I spent three days trying to figure out if I wanted to accept the job or not. I usually didn't condone violence, I once broke up with a boy because he liked that diry UFC stuff. But this? This was the first job offer I had gotten where I didn't have to go out and send an application in only to be turned down by the people who worked there. Eventually I sent a response back. I told him yes.
Here I am, a month later, about to walk into WWE Headquarters in Stamford Conneticut. I don't know what awaits me at my new job. All I know is that somewhere out there, Jake probably has the job of his dreams.
A/N: We'll be getting more to the plot next. This was just a basic introductory thing. I hope you guys enjoy it.