A/N: The plot doesn't involve the WWE only the people, the story will be set majoritively in a high school-ish setting. And despite their ages the story will be set in current times. Enjoy xoxo

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own any WWE superstars – past or present.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. How had he been so stupid? What was he thinking? Hell, had he even been thinking? Evidently not, because if he had he surely wouldn't be on a plane to his aunt's house, he wouldn't have said goodbye to his best friends and his brother an hour prior, and his life would have been perfectly homeostatic, just like it had been for 16 years. Why had he been so stupid? Now he would have to start over. Two whole fucking years. How did they expect him to survive? He wasn't a city kid, he wasn't just going to thrive in the middle of fucking Chicago. Like what state was that even in? Idaho or something. Whatever, he didn't even give a fuck anymore. He just needed to be mad. What was his dad even thinking? He wasn't the only one, his friends had been there, everyone had been there. Matt, would have been there, but the like son of a bitch just had to be sick that day, and now his life was screwed. No one else was being shipped of into foreign territory just him. Alone. Why him?

Consumed in his thoughts he hadn't even realized that the plane had landed. Great no turning back now, not that he ever did have that option. As he walked off the plane he realized that he hadn't seen his aunt in years and he didn't really remember what she looked like. He did know that she promised to pick him up at the airport - something about country bumpkins and how they couldn't get a cab. She assured him she would recognize him. He didn't even know what he would do. His dead phone obviously would be zero help. Ugh. Why was he even here? He just wanted to run back to Cameron. He didn't even care anymore, he felt like a fish out of water and that was not his style, at all, he liked being in the water thank you very much.

JEFFREYYYY

An annoying squeal interrupted his train of thought. An excessively annoying squeal. Just then it all clicked, this was the squeal he was going to be dealing with for the next 2 years. Never before did he have such a strong urge to run to a place 800 miles away. Home.

Stop. What was he doing? What was happening to him? This wasn't him.

No. He was not a whiny little bitch. He was just fucking opposite he was Jeff-Fucking-Hardy. Yeah, he was in Chicago, away from home, with zero friends and an annoying as fuck aunt that he would have to live with for…okay no. Think positive.

This was his chance to be his own person, do whatever he wanted; these people didn't know him, for all they knew he could be from Krypton. That's right, if he wanted he could be god damn Superman and no one would know otherwise.

He finally acknowledged his aunt, and after brushing off several comments about the blue and purple streaks he was currently rocking, he was on his way to God-knows-where.

He was definitely over thinking this, so he reached a conclusion.

This wasn't going to be a nightmare, he wouldn't allow that. This was going to be the best fucking time of his life.

FOR ALL WE KNOW WE MIGHT NOT GET TOMMOROW

A/N: If you read this far I love you and you get a cookie because I love you so much (^_^)()

I decided that this story would have alternate chapters each with one of the guys' povs.

This is like the millionth fanfic I've started but the only one that I actually feel could go somewhere that a hundred other fics haven't gone before. So I really wanna make this work.

But tell me how you guys feel about it please! Honest opinions are welcome!

Every review will help me and I promise I'll keep writing this till the end 3

Hugs in Advance xoxo

(oh and next chapter will be up tomorrow or thursday (mostly because school is one unpredictable mofo))