Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of their wrestlers, or former ones. I have no affiliation with any of these people, and their personal lives are based on pure fiction.
A/N: Okay, thanks to all my reviewers! I'm having fun with this story so far. The first few chapters will show how X interacts with friends and family… and Jeff. But it'll get more interesting and there will be plenty of drama. And smut. I never forget smut.
Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too
Chapter 2: Wardrobe Malfunction
"Ow, would you stop pullin'?!" Jeff whined and swatted at my hand. I rolled my eyes and dropped the braid, exasperated.
"Sorry! I'm not trying to." Okay. That was a lie. I was purposely tugging his hair a little harder then necessary as I did his back braids for him. I'm not his first choice, but Matt couldn't braid hair to save his life and if Jeff went and asked his dad Gil, the older man would probably laugh in his youngest son's face. Then there was Shannon, who was over here bright and early at nine AM (we only got to Cameron around six) and was currently running around somewhere. But even Jeff isn't dumb enough to let Shannon anywhere near his precious hair.
"It's just braiding. Not rocket science. Can't you even do that right? Useless…" he grumbled under his breath. I scowled and 'accidentally' tugged the braid I was working on a little too hard again.
"Oops," I apologized with mock innocence.
"Yeah, oops. Xanadu, hurry up. I can't sit here all fuckin' day," he growled, emphasizing my despised birth name. I really should get it legally changed. I can do it. I'm almost twenty. But frankly, I'm too lazy to bother I guess.
"Off the top rope!" Shannon howled, scaring me as he ran into the living room, climbing onto the arm of the couch and jumping onto Jeff. Jeff was sitting on one end of the sofa while I stood behind him to do his hair. He grunted when Shannon landed on him and I let go of his hair quickly, not ripping it out of his head lucky for him, taking a few steps back as they began rough housing like ten year olds. The two just ooze trouble when they're together, and I often find myself on edge the entire time they're in my presence.
"If you idiots break that table, Matt'll kill you," I warned the green-eyed wrestlers as they came a little too close to the glass coffee table for comfort. They just ignored me and continued to roll around putting each other in submission holds. I rolled my eyes and marched off into the backyard where I found Matt and Gil sitting in the lawn chairs talking and drinking their morning… er… noontime coffee.
"Hey there Xan," Gil said as I sat at the end of Matt's lounge lawn chair, pushing his feet aside.
"Hi Gil," I answered. He didn't like me to call him Mr. Hardy. He said it made him sound old. And he refused to call me X. 'That's a name for a stripper. Not a nice, respectable young lady like yourself,' is what he'd told me. I don't know if I should've taken it as an insult or a compliment. In the end, I settled for Xan and just left the subject alone.
"Want some coffee?" Matt asked, about to get up to pour me a cup but I shook my head.
"No thanks. I'm gonna hit the pool. It's effing hot," I pointed out, getting up from the end of Matt's chair and going over to the swimming pool. I stripped off the sundress I'd had on over my bikini and kicked off my flip-flops, then dove into the pool, submerging my whole body under the cool water.
I swam around for a while, having a conversation with Matt and Gil about food from in the water. Making myself comfortable on a tube, I allowed the sun to hit my skin and enjoyed the hot feeling of the rays while in the water. Sadly though, my relaxation was abruptly ruined.
"Cannonball!" Shannon's unmistakable holler sounded, followed by a loud splash, which I was on the receiving end of. I was about to get off my float and yell at him for disturbing my peace when I was hit with another splash.
"You're goin' down Moore," Jeff warned his best friend.
Fucking hell.
That was my only thought when I was suddenly under water in the deep end. Shannon had taken it upon himself to tip the tube I was on over. Douche bag.
I swam up to the surface, gasping for breath, my tangled hair a wet mess in my face. I tried to look through it and swim to the shallow end. Once my feet were safely touching the bottom of the pool I parted my curtain of hair and glared around for the blonde. But my eyes found Jeff first.
"You look like a drowned rat," Jeff snickered. I flipped him the bird and went back under water, smoothing my hair back. When I got up I looked towards him, ready to retort with some witty comeback… but I couldn't. He was leaning on the tube I'd been on before, his natural colored hair slicked back from the water with droplets clinging to his toned body. I bit my lower lip and tried to pry my eyes away from Jeff, but it was hard. Hey, I said I used to have a crush on him. Just because he's a dick doesn't mean he isn't hot. I can give credit where credit is due. And I mean, Jeff is… Jeff is hot.
Distracted, I gasped as I felt a tug at the neck strings of my top and grabbed the cups, seeing the two straps drop down, the ends dipping into the water. Whew, just in time. Jeff burst into laughter as I whipped around. "Asshole!" I yelled, smacking Shannon, who was right behind me, a grin on his face. Bad idea. The cup I'd been holding up slipped down a little. I quickly grabbed it again.
"I saw nipple!" Shannon cried triumphantly, eyes wide and grin even wider.
"Shannon!" Matt bellowed from the deck. Shan's smile immediately disappeared. I turned facing the pool wall and retied my bikini, then turned back around to find Matt removing his shirt, getting ready to jump in the pool. I smirked at the frightened expression on Shannon's face. We both knew he was in for it, cause Matt liked to overprotect me.
"Drown him Matt," I encouraged, crossing my arms over my chest. Matt almost did. He jumped into the pool and after not much of a struggle had Shannon in a painful hold.
"Ahh!" Shannon cried out, gurgling cutting off his cries of agony as his head went underwater before matt lifted it up.
"Say you're sorry," Matt ordered his friend, a half smile on his face.
"Sorry! I'm sorry X!" Matt grinned and let Shannon go, and then he swam over to his brother and smacked him upside the head.
"What the hell? I didn't do anythin'!" Jeff defended himself. It's true. For once Jeff isn't the cause of my torment.
"Yeah, but you just watched him do it!" How accurate. Matt's so smart. Jeff muttered curses under his breath and something about how they were supposed to be brothers while I swam over to Matt, jumping on his back.
"My heeeeroooo," I squealed overdramatically, holding Matt around the shoulders tightly.
"Yeah, yeah. Listen here, how many times do I gotta tell ya to wear more clothes in front of that one? He's a pervert," Matt reminded me, gesturing to Shannon.
"I am not!" he defended himself. I rolled my eyes. Yes he is, and I most definitely wasn't a secret. I saw Gil laughing from the lawn chair, sipping a beer now. Psh, at least someone thought all this was funny.
Matt walked around the pool a few times with me on his back before he decided we were going to play volleyball. I wasn't so enthusiastic about it because sports involving balls was not high on my list of talents, but I would participate for the sake of the game.
"You get her then if you wanna play so bad," Jeff informed his brother. I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest I'm not that bad.
Matt hooked the net up and grabbed the ball, serving it. Shannon hit it back and Matt leaped in front of me as I ducked away from the ball, hitting it just in time.
Hey, I never said I wanted to play. Jeff spiked the ball at me and I screamed as it nearly hit me and splashed in the water in front of me instead, sending the chlorine into my eyes.
"X, hit the damn ball. It's not gonna hurt you," Matt urged, frustrated as I wiped my eyes and tried to put my game face on. "Here, serve." He tossed me the ball and I flinched, but caught it and served, pretty pathetically, but I served.
Jeff spiked it back again, but Matt hit it over the net. Shannon then sent it towards me and I actually hit it this time, barely getting it over the net and Jeff was the one to miss saving it. "Woo hoo!" I yelled excitedly, jumping up and down.
"Hey, let her score again," Shannon told Jeff with a grin, watching my chest as I jumped. I stopped once I realized that was what he meant and glared his way.
"Haven't you been beaten up enough today?" I asked the cheeky blonde. He just smiled sheepishly and served the ball.
"Give me that," Jeff demanded, referring to the remote that was on the arm of the sofa next to me.
"Say please," I taunted him. He was sprawled out on the couch opposite the one I was on. I found myself reading a pretty boring book. Matt and Gil were both asleep already and Shannon had gone home a little while ago after successfully annoying me almost all day and copping a few feels of my butt.
"Please Xanadu," he smirked. I scowled and chucked the remote at him, receiving a grunt as it smacked him in the forehead. Gasping, I jumped up as Jeff hissed in pain and clutched his forehead.
"I'm so sorry Jeff," I apologized; afraid of how he was about to react. It truthfully was an accident; I didn't mean to hit him in the face. Just the chest or something…
"You're a goddamn disaster, you know that girl?" he snapped. I chewed my lower lip and sat back down on the sofa. Obviously he's fine. Then again, if he were in the electric chair he'd probably use his final words to be nasty to me.
"I said sorry, jeeze," I muttered as I picked my book up again and tried to find the page I was on as Jeff flicked through the channels, trying to find something to watch. It lasted about five minutes before he sighed, shutting off the TV and lounging back in the sofa. I guess there's nothing on.
"Hey X," he suddenly said after a minute. I looked up from my book, raising a questioning eyebrow. Rarely did he approach me with such a tolerant tone of voice. "Get me a water would ya sugar?"
"Go to hell," I growled, not believing he seriously just interrupted my reading to ask if I'd get him a water. "You have two legs that work perfectly fine, unless you messed them up while jumping off ladders. In which case, not my problem. Get it yourself."
"I would but I think I'm a little concussed form being tagged in the head by the remote." Oh, he was so dramatic.
"Please." I rolled my eyes. What a freaking shit head Jeff is. He stood up from the couch and slapped my book out of my hand, sending it flying across the room.
"Oops." He didn't even bother with the innocent front, not sounding at all remorseful.
"Okay, dick breath. I've had enough of you today. I'm going to bed." I stood up, grabbing my book off the floor and making my way upstairs, being sure to stomp all the way up them. I went into the guestroom where I was staying and almost tripped over one of Jeff's dogs. "Ugh, I can't escape him!" I said to myself.
I closed the door behind me and crawled into bed and under the covers. Thank god for central air. I stared up at the ceiling for a while, my tired eyes playing tricks on me and making patterns. A little while later, I heard Jeff coming upstairs, whispering to his dogs, their tags jingling until he shut the door to his room.
I frowned at the thought of him. Why is he so freaking mean to me? It's like he gets off on torturing me. I made a face at that thought.
Ew…
I think.
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