A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic. After re-reading some Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus fanfics I decided to take a shot at writing my own. I always loved the Jeff and Trish coupling and hopefully I do it some justice as I know it has been done time and time again. Hopefully fans of the Attitude Era and Jeff and Trish will enjoy. Let me know :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured in the story. All characters featured belong to themselves and the WWE.

LIVE FOR THE MOMENT

All it took was one kiss before he knew...

• CHAPTER ONE •

Jeffrey Nero Hardy was a successful business man with a multimillion dollar company that he owned with his brother Matthew Moore Hardy. The Hardy brothers were very well known in the corporate world and their company NeroMoore Enterprises was on top of the corporate ladder when it came to event management. When it came to hosting big events and events of the elite kind, NeroMoore Enterprises were your go-to company.

When it came to Jeff Hardy though, he wasn't your typical CEO, that was more his brother Matt. Matt was always dressed to impress. He was of athletic build, medium dark hair which was always slicked back into a sleek small ponytail. His face was always clean shaven and his dark brown eyes was always filled with determination to succeed. When it came to business Matt was always suited up in the finest suits that money could buy and always paired with a tie no matter what. He's personality was the same as his business. Matt was a planner. He always planned ahead and would always plan every step involved to achieve what it was he wanted to achieve. He was smart, determined and strong minded. What he wanted, he would always get. Jeff on the other hand was the complete opposite.

Jeff Hardy was more of a carefree spirit. He was an enigma. He was alternative. He lived by his rules and was the type to take life as it comes and live for the moment rather than be a planner. In saying that, when Jeff wanted something, he always did what he could to get it and normally it always did end up happening for him. Jeff always beat to his own drum and did what he wanted when he wanted. Only the people who truly knew him would understand him, otherwise every other person would think he was weird, different, someone not from this planet. His appearance would match his intricate personality and was quite opposite to Matt that you wouldn't even think they were related. Jeff was tall, 6'1" to be exact, slim athletic build but just enough muscle in all the right places. He had short dusty blonde hair just enough to tie into a small ponytail. When tied, you would notice the intricate designs shaven into the sides of his head. Jeff had a little stubble on his face which was also shaved in a unique way which added to the uniqueness that was Jeff Hardy. Piercing emerald green eyes also accompanied Jeff's facial features, which was yet another difference between him and his brother. When it came to business, he was never suited up like his brother, but rather took the more laid back approach with suit pants paired with a collared shirt, normally untucked and two to three buttons unbuttoned. Jeff very rarely wore a tie and more often then than not he would have some form of colored polish on his fingernails. If he was ever suited up like his brother it would only be for extremely important business meetings.

Outside of business Jeff would be very casual, jeans or cargos with a t-shirt or tank top were his norm. It was then you would see the very detailed and immaculate tattoo designs he had running up his right arm, his ribs and his back. He had many tattoos, each with its own meaning and own significance. When he wasn't working Jeff always returned home to Cameron North Carolina, and spent time on the Hardy compound where he would spend a lot of his time with his father Gilbert or at his place with all his furry friends. Jeff loved the outdoors, he was an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil. He feared nothing. He loved anything on wheels, cars, quad-bikes but his favourite was his motor-cross bikes. Any chance he could, he would hop on his bike and ride around on his man-made motorcross track which he created in his backyard. Yes, the Hardy compound was 100 acres of land that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to create his own motorcross track. When he wasn't seeking adrenaline, Jeff would love to paint. He was very creative minded and his imagination always needed to be set free. This was evident through his unique paintings. To top off his many talents, Jeff would also write his own songs, which he hoped one day would see him pursue music for a living. Although Jeff loved being a successful business man and running a multi-million dollar company with his brother, he yearned to be a carefree spirit pursing his many passion, whether it be motorcross, painting or singing and song writing. He never really wanted to stray too far from home, but his strong relationship and bond with his brother saw him venture to Los Angeles to create their business and earn success. Unlike Matt, Jeff could care less about fame and fortune. He just wanted to live a life with no regrets and his happiness and the happiness of his family was enough for him. Matt and Jeff lost their mother to cancer when they were very young and were brought up single handedly by their father who was a very strong disciplinarian. But it was their upbringing that made the brothers who they were today and they were very humble and very grateful for every blessing in their life. They were still very young, Matt (28) and Jeff (25) and had set themselves up for life. All they were missing was someone to call their own and share their world of blessing with. Someone other than each other of course.

A/N: This is an introductory chapter just setting up the scene. Hopefully you like it so far. Read and Review to find out more. Story begins in Chapter 2.