Hello Dashing Ones. Here's my second fic, I've been working on it for a while now so I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, WHICH MAKES ME SAD.

Chapter 1: Remember the Time

"...Oh, and those Bret versus Shawn matches, priceless." Nikki Bella said talking to the other divas.

"Yeah! And remember when he was King of the Ring? Twice!" Melina answered. They were talking about Uncle Bret.

"Nat. Nat. Natalya!"

"What?"

"We were asking if your Uncle Bret was ever friends with Shawn Michaels, you know, after the screwjob."

More hart talk again, I thought to myself. "Huh? Yeah, they're good friends..." I excused myself from the conversation and went into catering.

"Nattie! YOOHOO." It was my best friend, Adam Copeland, known to most people as Edge.

"Adam! What's up?" I sat down next to him,

"Not much, what's wrong?"

"Why would you think anything's wrong?"

"I'm your best friend, I think I deserve more credit."

"Uhg. Its just that all the divas keep talking about, Bret this, Owen that, Your family is holy, blah blah blah..." I sighed deeply.

"Nat, it's okay, you should be proud that everyone's talking about your family-"

"Sometimes I want everyone to talk about me, just Natalya, no 'Hart' plastered to the end of my name. For once, just me, JUST FOR ONCE, ADAM!" I snapped.

"Geez. Okay then. Bye Nat." Adam stood up and walked away. Great, I just pushed the only person who'll understand away. I just laid my head on the table and started banging my head on it. Sometimes I wish I could just be Natalya, not Natalya HART. I got lost in my thoughts and fell asleep.

"...And your new divas champion, NATALYA!" I was in the middle of the ring, the divas championship in my grasp. "She's now proven herself as one of the most dominant divas in all WWE history." I heard Michael Cole say on commentary. Everyone was cheering, I made my way backstage and DH, TJ, Adam, Chris, Randy, John and all the others were there hugging and congratulating me. I felt on top of the world...

"Nattie, what are you still doing here?" the person was shaking me like crazy.

I sat up, "Wha? What? What time is it?" I said. I must've looked like a mess.

"It's almost midnight, I had a meeting with Steph after the show so I'm only going now." Oh, so I was talking to Chris Jericho.

"OH, Chris, it's you. Sorry, I snapped at Adam and I fell asleep after he left."

He was shaking his head, "Okay then. C'mon, I'll give you a ride back to the hotel."

"Thanks Chris, I can always count on my bud." I smiled at him then we walked to the parking lot.

As we were driving in the car, I turned on the stereo and "Martyr No More" blasted through the speakers. I laughed, "Really? Playing your own CD in your car?"

"Oh so what. My music is awesome."

I shook my head and started singing along; he looked at me and said, "Wait. You know the lyrics?"

"Of course! Don't underestimate your best bud."

"Uh-huh. Okay."

I just laughed at him.

"So anyway, why'd you snap at Adam in the first place?"

"I was just ranting about how sometimes people only know me as 'the hart girl' or 'bret's niece' or whatever, sometimes I want people to see me based on my talent, then I snapped then he got pissed and walked away."

"Ah. That's why he was in such a bad mood when I passed him..."

"I'm such a b!tch..." I buried my face into my hands.

"Nat, he's your best friend, I'm sure he's not THAT mad. Relax."

I sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He laughed, "Of course! I'm Chris Jericho. Y2J. The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla. The-" I slapped his arm, hard.

"OUCH. Geez, Nat." He was rubbing his arm.

"Chris, you're such a girl."

He fake gasped, "I WILL NOT BE TALKED TO THIS WAY." He stopped talking.

Ten minutes passed and he still hadn't spoken, "Chris? Are you okay?" I was starting to worry. He burst out laughing,

"I knew you'd be the first one to talk, you know, being the fragile, little girl you are." He was still laughing. Geez, it's not THAT funny.

BEEEEPPPPP.

"CHRIS!" He didn't realize we were already halfway up the sidewalk cause he was too busy laughing his ass off.

"WHOOAAAAA!" He jerked the car to the left and we almost hit the car in front of us.

"CHRIS!" He slammed on the brakes and the car came to a halt. We almost slammed into the dashboard, good thing we were wearing seatbelts.

"WOOHOOHOO, that was awesome." He started laughing AGAIN.

"YOU COULD'VE KILLED US, YOU IDIOT." This time I punched him in the arm.

"OW. Killjoy."

"..."

He smirked, "Wanna do that again?"

"CHRIS!"

Sorry if the chaps are a little short, I'll try to update ASAP.

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