Hesitate
Chapter 1
Promise
The sun slowly set behind the soft waves, turning the light blue sky into a mix of pink and purplish hues, fading into a bright orange at the base of the ocean as the sun started to fade behind it. Katalyna watched from her seat on a cliff that over looked the tides below, contemplating if she should return to her house tonight. Her head was telling her she should, but the bruise on her abdomen said otherwise.
"Katy?" She heard his voice ask from behind, and she turned around to smile at him. "Hey Jeffy." He sat down beside her, looking back to the sunset beyond the waves. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked in voice so quiet is was almost a whisper. The day they had all been dreaming about their whole lives was about to come true. Katalyna's and Jeff's dreams both; as well as their best friends; Skye, Jordyn, Shannon, and Jeff's brother, Matt. All six of them had been dreaming of tomorrows events since they were little kids – and it was finally coming true. "Yeah, I think so." "Well for the groups sake, I hope you are." He teased, bumping into her shoulder playfully. She winced when his bump made her arm hit her ribcage. "What is it? You okay?" She brushed it off, and changed the subject. "I hope Chris Jericho is as cute in person as he is on tv." She smiled. Jeff rolled his eyes, and turned his body to face her. "Don't change the subject. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, okay? I'm fine. I just have to be ready for tomorrow." She said almost as if she wasn't just trying to convince Jeff, but as if she was trying to convince herself. She stared back at the sunset, but she knew he knew. "He hit you again, didn't he?" He asked, and her silence answered his question. "Damn it, Katy. You're staying at my house tonight." He demanded.
"No, Jeff. I can't. If I do he wont let me come home again." "Look, even if he does, it doesn't matter. You always have a place at home with me, dad and Matt. We'll take you in and you know that. Not to mention, if all goes well tomorrow we're gonna be moving to Florida anyways." Katalyna wrapped her arms back around her knees, keeping her eyes on the sunset. Growing up right down the street from the Hardy's, their dad had always told her they had an extra bed for her if she needed it. She had taken them up on that offer more times than you could count. Not for more than a few days at most, though. Her dad always convinced her to come back. She just knew how much easier everything would have been if her mom had been there. "Hey shorty, look at me." Jeff said lightly, grabbing her chin to turn her face towards him. "You're staying with me tonight. If your dad has a problem with it, he has to go through me to get to you. Got it?" He said sincerely. She nodded, and took a deep breath as she continued to look onto the sunset.
He had always been protective over her, ever since they were two years old. When Katalyna's parents first moved into their house and met Jeff's family, they all grew to be close friends. Both Matt and Jeff's mother, as well as Katalyna's mother, would bring the kids together every day while they were still toddlers for little play dates, and then when they got older, they would be together everyday after school. Once Jeff and Katalyna were in first grade, they met Shannon and Jordyn. Shannon always brought his sister, Skye, around too who quickly became Matt's best friend. They all were best friends, but it was inevitable that there were a few closer relationships than others. Katalyna and Jeff's, especially. The whole group knew they were the two closest out of them all, and that's how it's always been, and always would be.
"Are you sure you're ready for tomorrow?" Jeff asked once more, watching her long curly hair blow behind her shoulders in the light sea breeze. It had taken him seventeen years to admit it, but she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Her electric, bright blue eyes, to her waist-length dark brown curly hair. She was a country girl, definitely not afraid to get down and dirty. She loved dressing up, doing her makeup and her hair; but she loved one thing more than all of that. Wrestling.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She tried to lie, but he knew her too well. "Let me see it." He demanded, motioning for her to show him her ribs. "Oh god. Katy, you can't wrestle! It looks like one of your ribs is broken!" He gently ran a finger over the blue and purple bump a few inches below her bra strap. "Jeff, don't tell me I can't wrestle. Chris Jericho is gonna be there. If we can impress him, that's our make it or break it chance. If I don't wrestle, I'm never gonna make it. I need this." She pleaded, looking into his bright green eyes. He looked away, knowing he would cave if he kept looking at her. "Shorty, you can't wrestle with a broken rib." He sighed, trying to avoid the look she was giving him. "Jeffy, stop. I'm going to wrestle wither you like it or not. I'll just...wrap it up really well, and ice it after. I promise." She batted her eyelashes, knowing that always worked. "Yeah... okay." He sighed. He grabbed her hand after a few seconds of silence, and gave her a reassuring smile.
Wrestling was one thing both of them had in common, amongst millions of other things. Wrestling was their passion, the one thing that drove them. It was also Matt's, Shannon, and Jordyn's passion. Matt and Jeff's father, Claude, had purchased a trampoline for the boys when they were younger; which they had turned into a wrestling ring. They made up their own characters, story lines, and invited friends from school to come watch. They put on shows all through out their middle school and high school careers, and eventually started getting gigs at nearby fair grounds. Skye however, didn't wrestle. She loved wrestling, but her one passion was to be a writer and nothing was going to stop her. She was currently taking classes at the near-by college for script writing, and was the one writing the story lines for the rest of the group. She was the 'director' of the group, and the shows that they put on.
Jeff and Katalyna stood up, and walked back home hand-in-hand. "Promise me something." Katalyna asked him with a serious tone, one that he rarely heard her use. "Anything." "If we get these contracts, we aren't going to drift apart. We've been best friends our whole lives, and we've been a couple ever since we knew better. I just don't want fame or anything else change that." "Shorty, listen to me. That's not going to happen. I love you more than anything, including wrestling. You are my number one priority. If it came down to me giving up wrestling to be with you, I'd do it and you know that." He said, placing his hands around her face. A gust of wind came from behind her, and sent a piece of hair into her eyes. Jeff tucked it behind her ear, and never once lost her eye contact.
He was lost in her blue eyes, that swirled with electric blue and green hues. "You promise?" She asked, placing her hand on top of one of his. "Pinky promise." He smiled the smile she could never resist. The one where she knew he was happy. He was an almost twenty-year old man, but when he smiled like that she still saw the happy, innocent child in him. It comforted her, taking her back to when they really were children. Everything was so easy, so less complicated. Seeing him smile brought her back to that time in their life, where all they had to worry about was each other. Now they were grown up, fighting for their dreams. The most important thing to them both, was still each other. Number one priority. But now they had other priorities they had to worry about, as well. Their dreams. Their futures. They both hoped that tomorrow would be the start to those dreams, that it would be the one thing that led them to their future.
As they continued to walk down the long road that led them home, Katalyna couldn't fight the overwhelming feeling in her stomach. She was terrified. Not of trying for this contract, but of something else. Something she couldn't put her finger on. Something that hadn't even happened yet, but she knew it would come sooner rather than later. She prayed silently, besides Jeff, it wasn't anything too serious. They always knew they would be together forever, hell, they already had been. They had been together nearly as long as their existence. She would do anything she had to do to never lose him, and she knew he would do the same for her. Nothing would ever come between them...or so she hoped.
A/N: Okay everyone, this is my first wrestling story in years...so please be nice. :) I have big plans for this story, so I hope you stick around. Reviews = inspiration! ;) Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own WWE, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Chris Jericho, Shannon Moore, Ted DiBiase Jr, or any other wrestlers, names, wrestling moves, talent, or anything else you may see in this story. The only thing's I own are my OC's.