Who said love was easy? Chapter 1: In Love With Her - Eddie's POV, a wrestling fanfic

In love with her - 1 NOTE:

This is chapter one of many chapters to come in my Eddie/Lita series called:

"Who said love was easy?"

The first few chapters are in Lita and Eddie's POV but then they eventually journey over to regular point of view.

Okay now let me say this one more time, this is a story about Lita and Eddie Guerrero, they are romantically linked up in this series, now... this does not mean I don't like Matt Hardy, or him and Lita together, because I do... but I have a imaginative mind and I came up with this story one day after watching a smackdown/raw taping.

So if you have a problem with this pairing then don't read it, but please don't read this and give me flames, it's not nice.

Thanx.

This is out of control.

Completely and utterly out of control!

See, this never should have happened, I don't know why I allowed it to happen, what was I thinking? Matt Hardy stole my European belt from me, he is supposed to be my worst enemy, and then out of the blue I start befriending him along with his brother and his girlfriend? The plan wasn't originally supposed to be like this, I was supposed to gain their trust, and then when the elder Hardy least expected it, I was going to win back my belt... great plan right? I know I'm a genius, but then one little problem ruined everything....

Lita.

She is just wow! I've never met a girl like her, not even Chyna, my ex-mamacita comes close to what Lita is; Like I said, Lita is just wow. There are no words that won't make me sound like a complete idiot to describe her, she's beautiful... gorgeous... she's too much. Everything about Lita is just so different, the way she dresses, the way she smiles, the way she talks, everything about her is refreshing.

I don't know when I started actually seeing Lita more then the redhead with the thong fashion, or Matt's girl, I think it was
sometime after I took the gore for her, damn that hurt. It was incredibly painful, at the time I don't even remember jumping in
front of Lita taking the gore, all I knew was that I had this incredible unstoppable pain, and I looked up and she was staring at
me, with concern in her eyes.

Lita embodies everything that is an angel, she's the high flying, high risk taking, angel of the WWF. I've never seen a woman so
devoted as Lita is to those Hardy Boyz, she puts her body on the line time after time for those boys, it's admiring, she's admiring. She reminds me of Chyna in a way, how Chyna had betrayed Jericho for me, or how she stood by me all those times, even when I made her cry...

I fell in love with Chyna for all the wrong reasons, she was a beautiful dominating woman, and I wanted that sort of woman in my corner, I admit it... I was an asshole.

Lita thinks I'm an asshole, she thinks I'm deceiving, she thinks I have something up my sleeve... she doesn't trust me; Chyna warned her about me, Chyna has been telling Lita stories about me, how evil I was, how cruel and heartless I was, and I have no doubt in my mind that Lita believes every word of it.

Ironic isn't it? The one person I have fallen for so deeply that I can't see straight, is the one that will never trust me, maybe that
is what I deserve after the way I treated Chyna.

Karma, that is what I'm getting... I put on the Hardy Boyz shirt and try to be like them but all I get is just a odd look from Matt Hardy, they think I'm an idiot, why do I even try? Why not just ambush attack Matt and take my belt back...

Lita.

She is the one reason I am still trying, maybe I can fool myself that she sees me in that way, or maybe I can further deillusion myself into believing that the Hardy Boyz think of me as a equal friend.

But no matter what I do, I got nowhere to turn. No angel to hold me, no friends to say it's going to be okay, The Radicalz want me dead, they want me out of the game for betraying them.

I care no longer, it doesn't matter, I never liked Dean in the first place. Dean. Now that name makes me sick to the stomach, he stalked her, tormented her, attacked her, but most of all, Dean chased her into the arms of Matt Hardy. Those two little lovebirds would never be together if it hadn't been for Dean's constant chase after her.

But just when I think that I got no one in my corner... just when I think Albert has won, she comes running out, I hadn't expected it, the Hardy Boyz were banned from the match but she came out! She distracted the referee or something, I still don't know, I had been shocked myself, but then I remember pinning Albert and winning, all because of Lita.

I hugged her. Sure it hadn't been long, and she did give me that look afterwards, but I hugged her, and for a split second... she hugged me back. She had so much warth, so much compassion, in the few seconds of that hug, I had felt content. Lita was warm, warmer then Chyna... Chyna wasn't warm, she was luke warm, but Lita was warm, warm and reassuring, Lita felt like home.

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

For a few seconds, I had been in the arms of an angel, my angel... she was, although she or no one else didn't know it, my angel. She came out there and helped me, she hugged me back for a few seconds, she trusted me. She had to, she had to have a little trust or compassion for me in her heart to come out there and help me, if she didn't, then why would she bother?

And if that wasn't enough, she invited me back to the Hardy Boyz locker-room, I have to admit, that locker-room, it's great to be in, it feels different then any other locker-room or hotel room I have been in, it feels homey. Matt had been lounging on the couch, and Jeff was standing on his head, they both glanced over at me when I came in the room, I had expected to hear Matt say "What the hell is he doing here?" but he didn't, he just nodded at me, Matt Hardy nodded at me... a nod from Matt, is like a greeting, like saying "How are ya?" or "What's up?" Jeff had jumped up and walked over to the mini-refridgerator in their room and threw me a soda, he sat down on a chair and started talking about how cool it would have been to see Benoit be champion.

The conversation had gone on for like an hour, it kept bouncing to different subjects, but it never stopped, we just continued
talking... Jeff had kept nudging me when we talked about our matches, the few matches I had with the Hardy Boyz, and we complimented each other on our moves. Matt had even engaged in conversation on how he liked one of my moves, but that was all, Matt wasn't exactly trusting me yet, but damn it, it felt good.

And Lita, she just stared at me and talked to me, and it was heaven... every word came out of her mouth was brilliant, and
beautiful, and I felt as if it was a sonnet or whatever...

And then we started bringing up Chyna, on how Lita should have a re-match, how Lita should try again, and all she said was "Yeah?", it was just one simple word, but it was so much more...

See, I was in love with Lita.

I was in love with Matt Hardy's girlfriend.

And when Matt found out... I was a dead man.