Rating: NC-17. Language, sexual content and adult themes. Don't like the following, then don't read it.
Summary: Two best friends go their separate ways to be with the men they love. But tragedy along the way brings them closer to each other and the love of their lives then ever before. Jeff HardyxOC, Randy OrtonxOC.
Disclaimer: Like everyone else, no I don't own any of the characters. Though I do hope to own Jeff sometime in the near future. I respect the WWE and the fellow superstars I have written about. This is just for me to pass my time as I wait to you to except me into the company. So please don't sue, I work in a department store so you wouldn't be making much from me anyway.
Blink Of An Eye.
Chapter One:
"Hurry up Nicole, seriously." Said Kelly, a bubbly blonde, while fixing her hair in the mirror. She puffed up her face as she tried to get her side fringe to sit right to the center of her forehead. She sighed frustrated as she grabbed the hairspray sitting in front of her upon the dresser in her bedroom. She sprayed a large amount in her hand and continued to fix her hair. She wanted to look perfect, she wanted to look hot, it wasn't everyday that the WWE superstars visited LA for autograph signings.
"Okay, okay, I was just doing my makeup." Replied Nicole, also a pretty blonde like Kelly, as she walked out of the bathroom. She had applied herself a thick layer of eyeliner and her favourite lip gloss called 'plush pink.' "How do I look?"
"Like a hooker." Answered Kelly as she turned around to look at Nicole.
"No seriously, do I look okay?" Nicole asked hesitantly. She was wearing a pink halter neck top with a short denim mini skirt and black slip slops to finish off her outfit. Kelly on the other hand wore a tight fitted baby blue dress that just basically covered both her top and bottom assets from public's eye. "You always look hot."
"Thanks, and seriously, you do look nice." Kelly replied. Nicole smiled and grabbed her bag from off the bed nearby. By looking at the two girls, you wouldn't certainly have thought they'd be huge wrestling fans. Kelly with her mid shoulder length, wavy blonde hair, and Nicole with her ever long blonde, straight hair. They looked like models. Typical girls you'd see cruising around the streets of LA in their father's Bentleys and Mercedes Benz. They had both grown up watching it together at Kelly's parent's house since they were seven. Kelly and Nicole's parents were best of friends, just like the two girls, who probably could past as sisters, though ironically they weren't. And now both at the age of 18, they considered themselves true wrestling fans.
"So, who are you dressing up for?" Kelly asked Nicole, who was sitting on Kelly's bed, crossed legged and flicking through the inbox messages on her phone. She looked up at Kelly and laughed 'Ha, says the girl with her boob's nearly hanging out of her top." Kelly couldn't help it, she was a party girl. Her father was a famous plastic surgeon in LA. Popular among many Hollywood celebrities, and for his daughter's 18th birthday this year gave her a brand new pairs of breast implants, which Nicole found kind of creepy, though she never said so to Kelly. "What? My dad offered to give you a pair as well." Kelly boasted as she looked in the mirror and adjusted her top from Nicole's previous comment. Kelly was always invited to the latest Hollywood parties; of course Nicole was always by her side. Kelly loved it. She enjoyed being in the spot light, cameras flashing at you, people yelling and screaming your name for comments and interviews along the carpets and of course the major party scenes and events that many girls their age would love to be at. Nicole liked it at first, but had eventually gotten tired of it. She had recently applied for the LA County University for a degree in fashion designing. She never told Kelly about her sudden disinterest for the party scene as she was sure she'd cause a fight, but she desperately wanted to leave and enjoy a simple life in Miami or even at her grandparent's home in North Carolina. But it was difficult. Her parents were high profiled lawyers and getting up and leaving LA was not a simple option, even for their daughter's wishes. Nicole's older brother Brent who was now 28 had long left LA to live in North Carolina to help with their grandparents. She also heard he had started a band and had settled down with a girlfriend. Though she hadn't talked to him in a few years, she was happy for him.
"Well to be honest, I don't want them. I'm fine being a C cup." Nicole replied, continuing to flick through her phone. "Well that's good, but seriously Nic, people pay up to $6000 for these." Kelly explained, sitting down beside Nicole.
"Once again, I'm fine." Nicole sighed, laying down on the bed and taking a deep breath. "To answer your question, I don't care. It's an honor to meet any of them."
"Ha, whatever Nic, you're so full of shit, you want to meet Randy don't ya? I know I do!" Kelly laughed looking down at the Nicole.
"Well I wouldn't mind, I mean he's pretty hot." Nicole replied, sitting up and grabbing her bag. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah I sure am." Kelly said and followed Nicole out the door.
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As the girls made their way down to the huge store where the autograph session was going to be held, they took in how crowded it was. 'Oh my god, it's so busy.' Nicole commented as they walked through the store. "Eughh, I know, lets see if we can cut a deal to be one of the first few in line." Kelly replied as she grabbed Nicole's hand and ushered her along quickly. "Kelly, that's not fair, seriously, we'll wait. I'm sure we'll get in." Nicole responded.
"Oh Nicole, you can be so boring at times." Kelly snubbed as she let go of Nicole's hand and walked ahead of her. Nicole greased at her and folded her arms as she continued to walk. Kelly's bad habit was she never thought before she said things. Though she didn't mean half the things she said, they were hurtful towards Nicole and she hated it. But she was always too scared to confront Kelly about it. She just sighed and tried to forget about it.
She and Kelly waited in line and others followed behind them soon afterwards, while continually talking small talk to other each, Nicole couldn't help notice the stares that Kelly bought upon herself. She knew Kelly could see for herself and she knew she loved it. Nicole on the other hand couldn't help but be bitten by jealously at times. Why couldn't guys look at her the same way? She was sick of always being in Kelly's shadow. Kelly always had the high profiled footballer boyfriends, while Nicole on the other hand didn't. Nicole knew she'd have to start dressing like Kelly if she really wanted to be noticed but she didn't want to do that. It wasn't her and Kelly would definitely confront her about it.
Meanwhile, an announcement came over the speakers 'Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome WWE superstars Mr. Kennedy and Jeff Hardy to LA Street Corner Record store.'
Nicole couldn't help but smile as she saw the two walk up the small stairs from beside the stage. She had always thought Jeff was cute. She regretted telling so to Kelly who thought he was a total freak. "How could you think he's cute? I mean a guy who wears purple eyeliner and body paint? Eww so not hot." She remembered her telling her distaste for him. Nicole didn't care. She thought he had amazing green eyes and appreciated the fact that he was himself and didn't care what people thought of him. Unlike herself who couldn't even come up with a simple excuse to skip a party with Kelly at times. Kelly looked at Nicole who had a smile on her face and rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself as the guys took a seat up front.
After a while it was Kelly and Nicole's turn to meet and great the guys. Jeff looked up and saw the two blondes waiting by the security guard. "Hey Ken, just what we need, two easy sluts throwing themselves at us again." Jeff whispered beside Kennedy as he signed a young kid's hat. "Yeah I see what ya mean, just play it cool, it's always in LA huh?" He replied as he waved goodbye to the small kids who left the stage.
"Oh Nicole, they totally checked us out, what do ya think they're talking about?" Kelly said to Nicole who was equally as excited as she eyed the men. "Oh I hope something nice." She chuckled as the guard let them through.
Nicole bit her lip as she approached Jeff and handed him a copy of a WWE magazine she had bought a few days prior to the signing. "Hello, I'm Nicole. I'm a huge fan." She smiled down at Jeff, who gave her a quick glance while signing her book and as he gave it back to her replied, "Nice to meet you Nicole. Sorry but I'm not the kind of guy who sleeps around while on tour, definitely not with girls like you okay? So just quit this little game you and your girlfriend over there have planned because myself and Ken here aren't buying it."
Nicole's felt her mouth almost drop to the ground. She prayed no one else heard his nasty comment. Was this the real Jeff Hardy? The man behind the adoring fans and the care free attitude as we saw on TV was really a judgmental, down right asshole? She went to open her mouth to say something but she was speechless. Curse the shyness her parents gave her. Kelly on the other hand heard every word from him and without thinking as usual responded 'Look Jeffery, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole, so don't even think of trying to flatter yourself."
Nicole couldn't look, she couldn't even listen. She stormed offstage in a fit of rage mixed with tears. Nicole ran after her.
"Jeff man, that was a little too harsh." Ken said to Jeff.
Jeff sighed, "I know, I know. I'm just sick of it."
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"Nicole hunny, don't cry. He's a bastard, just like all men in professional sports, trust me I know." Kelly gritted her teeth, thinking back bad memories as she tried to comfort Nicole who was lying on her bed crying.
"It's not right though Kelly, I'm sick of being judged. Just because I have blonde hair it doesn't make me a slut who wants to fuck every guy she talks to. I've never even fucked a guy before, so how the fuck should he know!" She yelled between tears. She rarely swore, but she was so angry and hurt from his comment.
"Nicole, mark my words, he was probably picturing you naked as he said that." Kelly said.
"Oh and like that is supposed to make me feel better?" Nicole snorted, grabbing a tissue from the box on the floor beside the bed and drying her eyes. She got up and walked into Kelly's wardrobe and grabbed a black cocktail dress. "Fuck him, lets go out." And this time, she really wanted to.