Pretty
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters affiliated with World Wrestling Entertainment. Nor is this a reflection on the real people, Jeff Hardy and Shawn Hickenbottom. Notes: Well, this is my first attempt at slash fiction. A craving for this pairing has been bugging me for a while. Feedback would be appreciated.
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Pretty. If asked to describe him in one word, that's what that word would be. Pretty. He's to effeminate to be called handsome and to odd to be called hot. So, pretty.
He acts it as well. Ask anyone about him and they'll tell you. He's pretty. I suppose that's why I chose him; he's everything I used to be. Flashy and reckless. Pretty. Everyone tells me, he's so much like me.
When I first saw him, that's what I knew. I also knew it had to be mine. Only one look and I knew, his prettiness was mine. I'd always done it before, surrounded myself with pretty things, pretty people.
It wasn't hard to get him to agree, either. Not with the way he looks at me, with adoration. He's like a puppy, always looking for attention. I was willing to give him that if I got what I was looking for: a pretty young man to show the critics that I've still got it.
I know what they say. I'm washed up; I'm not the man I used to be. I'm not pretty enough anymore, not with all these new, young superstars. There's no place for me here. But, I proved them wrong.
That's right, I'm still the Heart Break Kid. I'm still pretty. And I've got Jeff Hardy to prove it.
The End
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters affiliated with World Wrestling Entertainment. Nor is this a reflection on the real people, Jeff Hardy and Shawn Hickenbottom. Notes: Well, this is my first attempt at slash fiction. A craving for this pairing has been bugging me for a while. Feedback would be appreciated.
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Pretty. If asked to describe him in one word, that's what that word would be. Pretty. He's to effeminate to be called handsome and to odd to be called hot. So, pretty.
He acts it as well. Ask anyone about him and they'll tell you. He's pretty. I suppose that's why I chose him; he's everything I used to be. Flashy and reckless. Pretty. Everyone tells me, he's so much like me.
When I first saw him, that's what I knew. I also knew it had to be mine. Only one look and I knew, his prettiness was mine. I'd always done it before, surrounded myself with pretty things, pretty people.
It wasn't hard to get him to agree, either. Not with the way he looks at me, with adoration. He's like a puppy, always looking for attention. I was willing to give him that if I got what I was looking for: a pretty young man to show the critics that I've still got it.
I know what they say. I'm washed up; I'm not the man I used to be. I'm not pretty enough anymore, not with all these new, young superstars. There's no place for me here. But, I proved them wrong.
That's right, I'm still the Heart Break Kid. I'm still pretty. And I've got Jeff Hardy to prove it.
The End