The Missing Piece
By Cold-Zephyr
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
A/N: Mushy once again, just like my first fic, "All I Want" (thanks for the reviews, by the way!). Only this time, it's not slash, so I'm a lot more comfortable writing it. Hope you like it! Here we go...
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Chapter 1: Knowing What He Needed
Trish gave Jeff a good luck kiss right before his match with The Rock. He smiled at her one last time, and then went out to the arena as his theme song started playing.
He lost the match, but that didn't matter to Trish, as long as she still had him. Little did she know that it was the very last match he would ever wrestle. Little did she know that she would never get to see him again.
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Jeff lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Why does life at 26 seem so complicated? He'd always wanted to be a wrestler growing up. And he was even lucky enough to achieve his lifelong dream, becoming what others could only hope to be. Girls screaming for him whenever he entered the ring, guys admiring what he did. That rush he got whenever he would pull off yet another insane stunt, hearing the crowd's reaction, seeing the mix of fear and excitement on their faces...it was an indescribable emotion. And above all: Trish Stratus. The beautiful blonde girl he had admired from afar was now his. Who would've thought that a weirdo like him would ever stand a chance with her? Not only is she beautiful, both inside and out, but she actually adored him, all of him, from his rainbow-dyed hair, down to his painted body clad in strange outfits and to his black and white wrestling boots. Could life get any better than that?
Yet, for some strange reason, he just up and left. He just pissed it all away: the fans, the spotlight, Trish. All of a sudden, he decided that he would rather be a rock star instead.
God, how dumb was that?
Stupid as that choice was, fate continued to smile kindly upon him...his band was doing well, churning out top-of-the-chart songs by the dozens. At the rate they were going, they would be a headlining rock band in no time.
Jeff sat up and reached for his guitar. Looking out the window, observing the solemn beauty of the night sky, he brushed off some of the dust, and started playing a slow, melancholy tune. He loved music, indeed, he did. It was the air that he breathed. And now he was on the fast track to success in that industry. So, why now did he still feel incomplete, like a puzzle that was missing a piece?
Oh, who was he kidding? He knew what he was missing. It was clear as day. Sure, he missed the crowd, the pops, the spotlight. But what he really longed for was her laughter that tinkled like thousands of tiny bells, her sparkling, forget-me-not blue eyes, her golden tresses that glimmered in the sunlight, the warmth of her smile, the way she fit just perfectly in his arms, how she runs up and hugs him so tightly whenever she sees him, that intensely magical moment when her soft lips meet his...
Jeff still didn't know whether he would rather be a rock star or a wrestler. But he did know that whichever life he chose, he needed Trish in it.
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There ya go, Chapter 1! Short, I know, but I promise you more in the following chapters! Really! Up next, Chapter 2: Second In A Row, where Jeff decides to return to the WWE and find what he's been missing.
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
A/N: Mushy once again, just like my first fic, "All I Want" (thanks for the reviews, by the way!). Only this time, it's not slash, so I'm a lot more comfortable writing it. Hope you like it! Here we go...
~~~
Chapter 1: Knowing What He Needed
Trish gave Jeff a good luck kiss right before his match with The Rock. He smiled at her one last time, and then went out to the arena as his theme song started playing.
He lost the match, but that didn't matter to Trish, as long as she still had him. Little did she know that it was the very last match he would ever wrestle. Little did she know that she would never get to see him again.
~
Jeff lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Why does life at 26 seem so complicated? He'd always wanted to be a wrestler growing up. And he was even lucky enough to achieve his lifelong dream, becoming what others could only hope to be. Girls screaming for him whenever he entered the ring, guys admiring what he did. That rush he got whenever he would pull off yet another insane stunt, hearing the crowd's reaction, seeing the mix of fear and excitement on their faces...it was an indescribable emotion. And above all: Trish Stratus. The beautiful blonde girl he had admired from afar was now his. Who would've thought that a weirdo like him would ever stand a chance with her? Not only is she beautiful, both inside and out, but she actually adored him, all of him, from his rainbow-dyed hair, down to his painted body clad in strange outfits and to his black and white wrestling boots. Could life get any better than that?
Yet, for some strange reason, he just up and left. He just pissed it all away: the fans, the spotlight, Trish. All of a sudden, he decided that he would rather be a rock star instead.
God, how dumb was that?
Stupid as that choice was, fate continued to smile kindly upon him...his band was doing well, churning out top-of-the-chart songs by the dozens. At the rate they were going, they would be a headlining rock band in no time.
Jeff sat up and reached for his guitar. Looking out the window, observing the solemn beauty of the night sky, he brushed off some of the dust, and started playing a slow, melancholy tune. He loved music, indeed, he did. It was the air that he breathed. And now he was on the fast track to success in that industry. So, why now did he still feel incomplete, like a puzzle that was missing a piece?
Oh, who was he kidding? He knew what he was missing. It was clear as day. Sure, he missed the crowd, the pops, the spotlight. But what he really longed for was her laughter that tinkled like thousands of tiny bells, her sparkling, forget-me-not blue eyes, her golden tresses that glimmered in the sunlight, the warmth of her smile, the way she fit just perfectly in his arms, how she runs up and hugs him so tightly whenever she sees him, that intensely magical moment when her soft lips meet his...
Jeff still didn't know whether he would rather be a rock star or a wrestler. But he did know that whichever life he chose, he needed Trish in it.
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There ya go, Chapter 1! Short, I know, but I promise you more in the following chapters! Really! Up next, Chapter 2: Second In A Row, where Jeff decides to return to the WWE and find what he's been missing.