Disclaimer: no, I don't own WWF and I don't plan to.
Dedication: bluerock (I see your review!), Tsuki Tenshi (… to you too), to all those who reviewed the intro chapter of Nothing More? (thanx a million!! Here's chapter 1 for you!~)
Author's note: Oops, I guess I didn't mention who the 'I' in the last chapter was. In case anyone still doesn't know, it's Matt Hardy, 1 half of the Hardy Boys. Oh yeah, the Team extreme is not split up by the brand extension thing right? Thank god… sigh, I'm still sad that the APA and the Dudley Boys are gonna be separated though… **sob sob** they were such great tag teams! And what's up with Billy and Chuck? Are they… um… in love? (I know I'm slow here, but still…)
Chapter 1
[Jeff Hardy]
I was awake. Though I hoped that by keeping my eyes shut for a while longer, I could go back to sleep again.
No such luck.
Even with my eyes closed, the brightness of the sun stung my eyes. I stirred and managed to sit up, my hands ruffling the many sheets of paper that littered my bed. Damn! I must have fallen asleep while practising guitar.
Today would be another lazy day spent at home, a break from the usual bright lights and complications in the WWF. Don't ask me why, but I just live without coming home at least once a week.
My eyes drifted to a figure lying near the wall, all curled up and still very sound asleep. Matt? That's weird, he was usually up earlier than me. Much earlier. Besides, I didn't remember him coming into my bedroom yesterday night.
I shrugged. So he slept late last night.
I climbed down the bad gently and made my way to the adjoining bathroom to wash up. Looking into the mirror, I once again saw the Jeff Hardy who was in high school. The boy who never fit in. The boy who had a dream of becoming a wrestler. The boy in his boxers. That part of me could never be erased. Every single day, I wake up and remind myself not to be overwhelmed by the fame and fortune that seemed to make its way closer and closer to me.
All the crazy hair colour, all the weird moustache patterns, all the half- shaven remains of my hair, all the ladder jumping and swanton bombs – they're all part of me. It's just the kind of extreme attitude I've always had. (AN: sounds familiar, anyone?)
After doing all the necessary stuff, I threw on a white singlet over my bare chest, the loud cuckoo clock in the hall signalling that it was already noon. Great. Half a day off work gone. As I walked past Amy's room, I could hear her faint snoring. That room was originally Matt's, but since Amy was staying with us, he let her have the room.
"Dad?" I called out from the second floor. No reply. He must have gone out to buy something, I thought idly. I felt slightly disappointed. I was hoping that I could catch up with him, since I had not been home this past week. Oh well, I could always say hi when he comes home.
I climbed slowly down the huge wooden staircase, just as Cody entered the house through the back door. He no longer fitted the flap that Matt had fixed onto the door not too long ago. That boy was really growing fast. Cody greeted me with a familiar woof, and I couldn't resist scratching the large dog behind the ear.
"Hungry?" I murmured, while he looked at me, tongue extended, panting with that innocent puppy look. He wagged his tail in approval, and I gave him a chuckle before going to the kitchen to prepare his meal. That was what I loved about dogs. Everything only revolved around food and chasing rabbits. Maybe it was the fact that everything around me was falling apart.
Recently, the WWF has split up its wrestlers – to Raw and Smackdown!. Luckily, I was still with Matt and Amy, on Raw. Unfortunately, two of the greatest tag teams in the history of the WWF were broken up because of the brand extension – the Dudley boys and the APA. They had shared the greatest moments of our career – our first Tag Team Championship, the TLC I, TLC II – and now they would go their separate ways.
And now, Matt was acting all strange. Maybe it was my imagination, but recently, he seemed more… withdrawn. And especially when we were with Amy. Before, he would tell me everything – his troubles, his joys. We would share everything, just like we shared our dream when we were young. But now, now we only talk about work-related stuff. He thinks I don't notice, but a certain sadness has invaded his eyes. A part of me wants to reach out to him, to offer brotherly help. Yet another part wants me to let him cool down first.
"Here you go," I pushed the bowl towards Cody and watched him lick his food before heading upstairs to wake up the two little pigs.
Author's note: sorry, this chapter is quite extra isn't it? I promise there'll be more… exciting stuff in the later chapters…
Oh yeah, I would really appreciate reviews too… thank you… =)
Dedication: bluerock (I see your review!), Tsuki Tenshi (… to you too), to all those who reviewed the intro chapter of Nothing More? (thanx a million!! Here's chapter 1 for you!~)
Author's note: Oops, I guess I didn't mention who the 'I' in the last chapter was. In case anyone still doesn't know, it's Matt Hardy, 1 half of the Hardy Boys. Oh yeah, the Team extreme is not split up by the brand extension thing right? Thank god… sigh, I'm still sad that the APA and the Dudley Boys are gonna be separated though… **sob sob** they were such great tag teams! And what's up with Billy and Chuck? Are they… um… in love? (I know I'm slow here, but still…)
Chapter 1
[Jeff Hardy]
I was awake. Though I hoped that by keeping my eyes shut for a while longer, I could go back to sleep again.
No such luck.
Even with my eyes closed, the brightness of the sun stung my eyes. I stirred and managed to sit up, my hands ruffling the many sheets of paper that littered my bed. Damn! I must have fallen asleep while practising guitar.
Today would be another lazy day spent at home, a break from the usual bright lights and complications in the WWF. Don't ask me why, but I just live without coming home at least once a week.
My eyes drifted to a figure lying near the wall, all curled up and still very sound asleep. Matt? That's weird, he was usually up earlier than me. Much earlier. Besides, I didn't remember him coming into my bedroom yesterday night.
I shrugged. So he slept late last night.
I climbed down the bad gently and made my way to the adjoining bathroom to wash up. Looking into the mirror, I once again saw the Jeff Hardy who was in high school. The boy who never fit in. The boy who had a dream of becoming a wrestler. The boy in his boxers. That part of me could never be erased. Every single day, I wake up and remind myself not to be overwhelmed by the fame and fortune that seemed to make its way closer and closer to me.
All the crazy hair colour, all the weird moustache patterns, all the half- shaven remains of my hair, all the ladder jumping and swanton bombs – they're all part of me. It's just the kind of extreme attitude I've always had. (AN: sounds familiar, anyone?)
After doing all the necessary stuff, I threw on a white singlet over my bare chest, the loud cuckoo clock in the hall signalling that it was already noon. Great. Half a day off work gone. As I walked past Amy's room, I could hear her faint snoring. That room was originally Matt's, but since Amy was staying with us, he let her have the room.
"Dad?" I called out from the second floor. No reply. He must have gone out to buy something, I thought idly. I felt slightly disappointed. I was hoping that I could catch up with him, since I had not been home this past week. Oh well, I could always say hi when he comes home.
I climbed slowly down the huge wooden staircase, just as Cody entered the house through the back door. He no longer fitted the flap that Matt had fixed onto the door not too long ago. That boy was really growing fast. Cody greeted me with a familiar woof, and I couldn't resist scratching the large dog behind the ear.
"Hungry?" I murmured, while he looked at me, tongue extended, panting with that innocent puppy look. He wagged his tail in approval, and I gave him a chuckle before going to the kitchen to prepare his meal. That was what I loved about dogs. Everything only revolved around food and chasing rabbits. Maybe it was the fact that everything around me was falling apart.
Recently, the WWF has split up its wrestlers – to Raw and Smackdown!. Luckily, I was still with Matt and Amy, on Raw. Unfortunately, two of the greatest tag teams in the history of the WWF were broken up because of the brand extension – the Dudley boys and the APA. They had shared the greatest moments of our career – our first Tag Team Championship, the TLC I, TLC II – and now they would go their separate ways.
And now, Matt was acting all strange. Maybe it was my imagination, but recently, he seemed more… withdrawn. And especially when we were with Amy. Before, he would tell me everything – his troubles, his joys. We would share everything, just like we shared our dream when we were young. But now, now we only talk about work-related stuff. He thinks I don't notice, but a certain sadness has invaded his eyes. A part of me wants to reach out to him, to offer brotherly help. Yet another part wants me to let him cool down first.
"Here you go," I pushed the bowl towards Cody and watched him lick his food before heading upstairs to wake up the two little pigs.
Author's note: sorry, this chapter is quite extra isn't it? I promise there'll be more… exciting stuff in the later chapters…
Oh yeah, I would really appreciate reviews too… thank you… =)
