Rating: NC-17. Language, sexual content and adult themes. Don't like the following, then don't read it.
Summary: Two best friends go their separate ways to be with the men they love. But tragedy along the way brings them closer to each other and the love of their lives then ever before. Jeff HardyxOC, Randy OrtonxOC.
Disclaimer: Like everyone else, no I don't own any of the characters. Though I do hope to own Jeff sometime in the near future. I respect the WWE and the fellow superstars I have written about. This is just for me to pass my time as I wait to you to except me into the company. So please don't sue, I work in a department store so you wouldn't be making much from me anyway.
Chapter Three:
Jeff awoke to the sound of pots and pans clashing around in the kitchen. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the room and had to think for a minute where he was. The smell of old dust and coffee reminded him that he was at Brent's house. No, Brent's grandparents' house. What was he doing here again? That's right, he didn't really have a reason.
"Good morning." Smiled a short elderly woman with grey hair and glasses. She must have been Brent's grandmother. "Hello." Jeff yawned and slowly rolled off the couch.
"Coffee?" She asked as he walked over and sat down on one of the stools facing the large kitchen bench. "Yeah, that'd be great thanks." He smiled as she poured him a cup. Funny he thought as he took a sip, she didn't ask who he was. She didn't even ask for his name. He was a stranger, a stranger in her home. He knew one thing for sure; she was certainly a trustworthy woman.
Just then Nicole made her way into the kitchen. Her hair was all ruffled and remainders of mascara that she didn't scrub off properly from the night before still clung to her eyelashes and bottom eyelid. She was wearing a short pair of pink boxer shorts and a white singlet top. "Grandma?" She husked out in a sleepy tone without even realizing Jeff was sitting a few meters away from her on a stool.
"Hello, darling. Oh my, what a site. How are you?" Nicole's grandma said as she hugged Nicole.
"I'm alright, could I have a cup?" Nicole asked, pointing to the jug of water that was boiling on the side bench underneath the cabinet full of different cups and sauces her grandma collected from various craft markets.
"Help yourself darling. Brent's nice friend is over there. Have a nice chat, I'm going to wake up your grandpa." Her grandma replied as she smiled at both her and Jeff and walked into the living room and down the corridor. Nicole looked over at Jeff, who had his head down, looking at his flowery cup he held in his hand. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore last night. A Pink Floyd concert t-shirt and black sweat pants. His hair was messy too like Nicole's and you could see the faded purple he had in his hair very clearly now. She waited until she was sure her grandma was out of ear sight. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Jeff looked up and chuckled. "I was invited."
She snubbed her face up and turned around to make herself a cup of coffee. "Well I don't want you here, leave."
Jeff laughed again, this girl was too much. "I don't think your brother would like it since he invited me. Actually from what I remember this is his house, not yours. So no, I'll do as I please."
She spun around and looked at him. "No this is my grandparents' house and they wouldn't like a pig like you staying here." She turned back around and started to search for the sugar. Jeff didn't respond as he was busy looking at her perfectly shaped butt as she was leaning over, looking in the cupboards for the sugar. He shook his head as he tried to forget about it. It was Brent's sister. She hated him and he remembered what he said about her last week. "Looking for this?" He called out, pointing to the tub labeled 'sugar' sitting across from him on the bench. He got up and walked back into the living room and headed towards the corridor. Nicole grabbed the tub and gave him a weird look as she poured the sugar into her coffee.
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"Brent, I said come in after I do the 10 second guitar intro." Jeff explained to Brent as they both practiced on their instruments in Brent's bedroom. "Yeah, sorry man. I forgot. Haven't practice this in ages." Brent said, sitting down at his drum kit.
"That's why we have to make it perfect." Jeff replied as he started to strum his guitar once more. As much as Jeff loved wrestling. He loved music just as much, maybe even more so. When he couldn't express his feelings in words in his poetry, he turned to music. "Fuck it, we need J.R." Jeff sighed as he sat down on Brent's bed.
"And I already told ya he's interstate with Josie." Brent replied as he sat his drums sticks down on the carpet below and got up from his drum stool and walked over and sat next to Jeff. "So what plans have ya got now since we can't do shit without J.R?"
Jeff rolled his eyes. He hated being told he couldn't do something. As a free spirit he believed that nothing was impossible. He was capable of doing anything. But that was what annoyed people about Jeff. He just didn't listen. Even when people tried to help him with his personal problems, He just wouldn't listen.
"I don't know. I guess I could go back and spend some time with my dad. I said I would." He explained as he looked out to the huge oak tree in the paddocks outside Brent's window. It was absolutely huge, with huge branches reaching out in a vertical line, giving plenty of shade in the summer and shelter in winter. He noticed the homemade swing attached to one of the branches swinging in the light breeze. Brent noticed what Jeff was looking at. "Oh that's my past time from when me and Nic were kids."
Jeff looked at him and listened while Brent continued to talk. "I used to love pushing Nicole on the swing when she was about six or seven. She'd always scream 'higher Brent, higher, I want to touch the sky' and I'd reply 'Nic at this rate you'll soon by able to touch the moon. Maybe you'd be able to grab some of the cheese on the moon. And then we'd go into a huge discussion about what the cheese would taste like and whether the man on the moon would like us taking his cheese. Ha, pretty corny huh?"
"No, not at all. I wish me and Matt had the same kind of friendship you and your sister had when we were younger. Problem was Matt was such a good kid in school. Always getting the high grades and while myself, got either D's or F's. My dad was just so fucken mad at me all the time. He'd always compare me to Matt, which I didn't like. I guess you could say I was envious of him." Jeff replied.
"Yeah well, we all turned out alright, didn't we?" Brent replied, patting Jeff on the back.
"Yeah we did. I'm gonna go sit outside and sketch that tree. Sorry I just think it looks amazing and I really want to draw it." Jeff replied, looking back at the tree. Brent laughed as he replied 'Go for your life. I've gotta go down to the main street to get something for tonight's dinner. I was thinking a BBQ."
"Yeah sounds great, okay I'll see you soon then." Jeff replied.
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Jeff frowned as he sketched the outlines of the tree. He was told he always pulled a serious face when he was drawing. Sometimes he'd stick his tongue out without even realizing he was doing it. But so what? He was concentrating hard. He needed it to look perfect.
Nicole came around from the back of the stables leading one of her grandparents' horses around. She noticed Jeff sitting against the long wooden fence across from the huge tree. She noticed he was still wearing the same clothes he had slept in and wore that morning. Eww, doesn't he ever shower? She thought to herself. In the corner of Jeff's eye he noticed Nicole standing with a horse looking towards him. He moved so his back was facing her. He hated drawing attention to himself. Weird since he was a professional wrestler and his job was to entertain people by drawing attention. But that was just it. That was his job, not when he was concentrating and doing something completely different. Nicole saw him move away and tapped the horse on its shoulders and led it back into the stable. She tied it up to a large post and grabbed a large bag full of horse feed and filled up a troff nearby with the food and led her horse over to the food. "You're a beautiful girl aren't you?" She smiled as she watched the horse start to feed on the food. She walked over and grabbed a brush sitting on a nearby bench and started to brush the horse's mane. While busy with her horse she didn't notice Jeff quietly walk into the stable and lend against the entrance gate. "What's its name?"
Nicole jumped around from behind. "You scared me. Her name is Buttercup. Now could you go away?" And turned around to continue brushing her horse.
Jeff sighed and rolled his eyes. "How long could this girl hold a grudge?"
Nicole slowly turned around to ask Jeff to go away again but noticed he had already left. She shrugged her shoulders and continued to do what she did.
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"Mmm this is great Brent. Where did you get this from again?" Asked Nicole's and Brent's grandpa Peter, after taking a bite of the steak as they ate dinner in the kitchen. He was sitting at one end of the large dinner table while their grandmother sat at the other end. Jeff and Brent sat next to each other at one side while Nicole had the other side to herself.
"There's only one butcher shop in town dear." Their grandmother replied as she took a sip of her glass of water that was sitting in front of her plate.
"I know Martha, but he may have gone out of town." Said the old man with his balding hair but with a few white patches of hair sprouting from around the sides.
"No gramps, just went to Larry's like always. I'll let him know ya like it though next time I see him." Brent replied.
The 3 started a conversation about what meats they wanted to try next time while Nicole sat quietly and flicked her food around her plate with her fork. She couldn't eat. She felt uncomfortable knowing Jeff was sitting a few feet away from her. Jeff felt exactly the same as he too picked at his food. What was is about this girl that he couldn't figure out? As he looked up to give her a quick glance, Nicole had to go and do the exact same thing. Her brown eyes met his green eyes for about a second in reality time, but it seemed like forever to them. Nicole gulped and quickly put her head back down. God, I'm such an idiot. She cursed at herself, Jeff did the same. Brent looked over at his sister and then at Jeff and could have sworn he felt something odd about their behavior at the dinner table.
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Jeff couldn't take his mind off Nicole that night as he laid on the couch. What is wrong with me? He thought. He accused her of being a slut, yet there was something about her he couldn't figure out. He remembered the way her ass looked this morning as she was leaning over. It sat perfect in her little pink boxer shorts. It was a perfect ass. He swallowed hard as he felt himself becoming hard. He quickly sat up and walked into the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. He shivered as he felt the cold water splash across his face. Oh he needed this. As he patted his face dry he heard the toilet in the next room flush and saw Nicole walk in wearing nothing but her singlet top again and a pair of baby blue panties. He guessed she forgot about what she was wearing as she walked past him to wash her hands in the basin. Jeff studied her figure again as she dried her hands with another hand towel, oblivious to his staring. Jeff felt himself getting hard again as he stared at that perfect ass of hers' again. She turned around and saw Jeff standing there topless. Seeing him on TV without his shirt on in the ring was one thing, but to see him meters away from you in the flesh, literally was another thing all together. He's huge broad shoulders covered with his muscles, and his well toned arms covered in tattoos. He was a beautiful man, just like she always had thought, even though she hated him.
"Can't sleep?" He managed to ask, without trying to sound too formal.
"No I couldn't. It's a warm night." She replied.
Jeff was taken back by her response. For the first time since she arrived at her grandparents' house, she hadn't spat at him. 'It must be the heat' he thought to himself.