Disclaimer: I don't own anything WWE. I don't own Eve or Matt. I do own Heather and Jack though, as well as a few other minor OCs that will be appearing over time.

Author's Note: Yay, thank you for the reviews! For some reason, the page splits I had put in the chapter didn't go through. There should have been little gray lines (like the one below this) in part of that, but oh well. Glad people are enjoying. Just gotta ramble a bit, and some of it's important per se. First off, I got the title idea for this story from a Hanson song, called "Crazy Beautiful". Search it on youtube. Actually search this exactly: Crazy Beautiful (Live) - Hanson and you'll find my favorite version. :) Uhm... the lyrics to have some idea to where it will go, but I'm not exactly sure of everything to come. I want this story perfect. I'm excited for it. That being said, there will be parts of this story that are VERY dark in my eyes and deals with some heavy stuff. You won't see it for a while, but I figured I'd warn everyone now. Hmm, what else? Oh, I put character pictures up of some of the OCs, including Snuggle :D, Heather, and Jack, who you meet in this chapter... yep, I think that is about it? God, I talk waaaay too much! Enjoy!

The duo arrived at NYC's newest club about twenty minutes later, Heather still chatting Eve's ear off. She was barely listening, instead she was thinking about how she was going to make the night memorable. Heather was talking about some co-worker of hers (she designed for a small store in downtown Manhattan) and how they had no fashion sense. Eve smirked.

Sweet and Sour although named like a Chinese food dish was the newest gossip for everyone in the area. It had opened about a month previous and since doing so, had got rave reviews from everyone who went. The people were nice, the music was great, and it was always clean – something that was surprisingly important to her friends, she found.

"I hope there is a cute guy who can dance here tonight," Heather murmured as they came up to the entrance. "I hate having to take the lead while dancing. It puts me in a bad mood."

"I just want to have fun. I'm not looking for anything other than a good time."

"That's a good place to start. By the way, if you meet your soul mate tonight, I'm taking full credit." Heather grinned at Eve and looped her hand around the other girl's and strode their way toward the Bouncer, a hefty looking guy who was obviously trying to picture what the girls looked like without clothes on. After checking their IDs, they nearly ran inside, exchanging looks of disgust.

"If that's the only guy who takes interest in me tonight," Eve said with a laugh, "I'm screwed."

"Please," Heather crowed. "Have you seen yourself? You look amazing. Don't worry your pretty little head, Eve."

Eve rolled her eyes as her best friend skipped off, leaving her alone. She at least figured they'd go man-hunting together.

Sometimes, she wondered how the two were even friends. Heather was confident in a different way than most, almost cocky even. She didn't care what people thought of her and if her outbursts were rude. She took self-esteem to a whole new level.

The model took off toward the middle of the dance floor where several people already were dancing, paired off. Some girls were already smashed, their drinks sloshing around them, spilling onto guys who didn't seem to mind. The room reeked of alcohol and the floors were sticky – so much for it being clean.

"If this is what I have to chose from, I am so going home." She shook her head and made her way toward the bar, without much on her mind. So far, all the guys she had passed either were too far drunk to even get a name from them, or they were with other girls. She caught a brief look of Heather across the room; she was flirting with a dirty blonde guy who had an infectious smile.

"What can I get ya, sugar?" The southern accented voice broke her thoughts.

Eve peered up to see a dark-haired guy with a nice smile; the bartender. "Um… whatever is cheapest," she answered with a slightly embarrassed smile. Heather was her way home and she knew she'd be there for a while. If she spent all her money before it was time to leave, she didn't want to be stuck without anything to at least distract her.

The guy raised his eyebrows but went to get her order. Minutes later, he came back with what looked to be some kind of beer, something very dark. And when she went to give her money over to him, he put his hand up. "No, it's on the house. Enjoy."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem. Are you here alone?"

"No," she laughed. "My best friend is flaunting her way around the place trying to find herself some kind of toy you can say."

"And you're not?"

She made a face. "Heather dates someone for a month and then throws them out like old leftovers. I prefer real relationships."

The bartender raised his eyebrows. "What, you don't think you can find a guy in a club?"

"Not when every man is piss-drunk and can't put a sentence together, no." She found herself sitting down at the bar and looking at him. "I came here tonight looking for a good time and so far, I really haven't found that. My best friend ditched me as soon as we got here and I'm stuck wondering what the hell I'm doing wrong."

The guy smiled and extended his hand from behind the counter. "I'm Matt."

"Eve," she greeted back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to extend my life story."

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. She watched as he took a dirty rag and swiped it over the wet spots on the counter. "Not a problem. At least you're vocal. It's better than getting words slapped at you and shitty people in general."

Eve didn't know what to say to this, so she changed the topic. "So… does this place live up to the reviews it gets?"

"It's a hell hole, truthfully," Matt told her honestly. "It looks nice and all, but so far, I hate it."

"A bit biased, aren't we?" She slicked a smile on her lips and laughed softly. "It looks nice, after all."

He leaned forward and she caught sight of his eyes, which were a beautiful milky brown. She loved that kind of eyes. Not too dark, not too light. Although blue and green eyes were nice too, she had always loved brown. Her breath caught and she found herself smiling again unwillingly. "Not everything that looks nice is nice," he told her in a dark voice. "Trust me."

There seemed to be more than what he was saying and something told her he wasn't talking about the bar anymore. She went to reply, but she was cut off by a familiar voice. "Eve!"

Heather came up to her, a wide smile on her face, behind her a good-looking guy who seemed a bit tipsy. "This is Colin! I'm going to go out with him to a restaurant down the street. Can you get home okay?"

She took a look at her best friend's new date. He seemed nice enough. He offered her a genuine smile and she couldn't see any reason to object to her best friend's wishes. After all, Heather always did pick the nice, decent-looking guys to play her games with.

"Sure," Eve said over the music. "Have a great time."

Heather squealed and hugged her close. "Thanks," she whispered in her ear. "And hey… looks like you got your fun, huh? I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Jack I'm sorry, okay?"

As Heather ran off with Mr. Nameless she wondered what her friend had meant. What 'fun' was she talking about? She was sitting a bar exclaiming her entire embarrassment of a life to a stranger. Not exactly fun.

"Well, she sure does move fast, doesn't she?" The voice of Matt's brought her back to the present. She smiled at him and nodded.

"I guess I'll be leaving then. There really isn't a reason for me to stay now. I was waiting for Heather anyway, you know? Thanks for the beer, Matt. Nice meeting you."

"Hey, wait!" Matt called out.

Eve turned around with a patient smile. "Yeah?"

"Do you need someone to walk you home? It's awfully late." He had a look of honest concern on his face, like he was worried she couldn't handle walking two blocks. Eve sighed; she had lived in the city all her life. She could take care of herself.

"Thanks, but I got it. I'm going to Heather's twin's place, it's only a few blocks away. I'll be fine."

Matt nodded and wished her well, leaving her to go back to her thoughts, which were slightly down from where she had been before she came into the club. She hadn't found Prince Charming. But her friend had found a new boy toy. At least she'd meet someone new… right? She shook her head. "What was I thinking?" she muttered. "I'm always the one wishing for love."

"I could give you love, baby," a voice said. Eve stopped, not recognizing the voice. A man she couldn't exactly see came from the shadows of an alley. He looked drunk beyond belief and it didn't help that he reeked of something she didn't even want to give a name to; it was that bad.

Quickly, she took a step forward, knowing not to look a drunk in the eye, but he latched his filthy hand around her wrist tightly, making her cry out in pain. "Let go of me!" she snapped.

"Oh, come on baby, I know how to love someone right…"

Ew. She took a deep breath and tugged. Images were flying through her mind of rape and that was not something she wanted to add to her life at the moment, or ever. "LET GO OF ME!" She kicked at him and anger flew into his eyes. His other grimy hand pulled her closer and she was met with an awful smell. "LET GO OF ME! HELP!"

"Mm, baby, you smell good," he whispered, "but you've made me angry…"

Eve cried out again as he tugged her closer, wrapping his fingers even tighter around her wrist. "Please," she whimpered. "Let me go."

Before he could reply, a swift force knocked him off balance and he stumbled onto her, making Eve crash into the brick wall from behind. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" another voice said. She felt herself fall to the floor as the drunk man got up and there were punches exchanged. Finally, she saw the drunk man scurry off, leaving the sight of a newly familiar face in front of her: Matt. He kneeled down and smiled softly, worry in his eyes though. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, swallowing the ball in her throat. "I'm fine."

He helped her up, noticing how unsteady she was. "Are you sure?"

She suppressed a smile. "I'm sure. Just a bit shaken."

"Where is this place you're going? I'll walk you."

"You don't have to," Eve began to say, but he shook his head and she really didn't want to walk alone anymore. Slowly, he placed one arm around her and gently guided her in the direction she managed to spit out. Truthfully, she was also a little bruised and battered from the man and couldn't walk all that well.

When they got to Jack's house (Heather's twin), she stopped. "Thanks," she said in a small voice. "A lot."

"Anytime."

"How'd you know I was in trouble?"

He smiled sheepishly. "I didn't, actually. I had gotten off right after you left and when I was walking toward my house, I noticed your shirt and that asshole trying to take you."

"Lucky chance, huh?" He nodded at her. "Well, I can go from here. Jack's only on the fourth floor. Thanks again."

He repeated, "Anytime, Eve."

Then, he kissed her hand and walked away, leaving her to stare into the night until she remembered she was standing on the sidewalk. With a shake of her head, she walked toward the elevator, smiling a little. Thank God for Matt. If he hadn't showed up, she wasn't sure what could have happened.

Only minutes later, she knocked on a familiar door. "Hey," Jack said when he entered. Immediately, alarm filled his eyes. "What happened to you?"

"Do I look that bad?" she joked quietly as he ushered her in. Then, he stood with his hands on his hips until she told him the story.

Jack shook his head. "Are you alright? Do you want anything? Shit, Eve! You shouldn't have gone alone. You could have been killed if it wasn't for that bartender! Leave it to my birdbrain sister to do something like that and leave you alone!"

"She was happy," Eve defended. "I didn't mind."

Jack shook his head, coming back into the living room with a Sprite, one of Eve's favorite sodas. "Here, drink this."

She took the cool soda thankfully as Jack grabbed a blanket and offered it to her. She had known Jack just as long as she had known Heather and considered him a good friend. He was always happy to offer his apartment up when they went out in the town and were too far away to get home in walking distance safely. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She smiled. "I'm fine, honestly."

Jack also smiled. "Good." For a moment, she studied him. Heather and Jack weren't identical twins, but fraternal twins. But Jack was also a good-looking guy, just as Heather was a beautiful girl. He had blue-green eyes and a stunning smile, something that often got him out of trouble. His dirty blonde hair often grew too long and fell into his face, which was why he got it cut often.

"I think I'm going to head to bed actually," she finally spoke. "It's been a long night."

Jack stood and helped her up. She hadn't noticed how weak the entire ordeal had made her. She thanked him as she stepped into the guestroom. "Goodnight, Eve."

"Goodnight, Jack."

Wow, that was really long. I usually don't write that long of chapters, haha. But I couldn't find a good place to cut off. What do you think? :) Eve seems a bit OC to me right now, but I'm trying to work in her personality more so... yeah. I need to write the next chapter still, but the ideas are coming. Oh, and why, WHY can't I ever find a good picture of Matt out of ring gear to use for a banner? *sigh* Please read and review! :D:D