Emilie stood in front of her full length mirror giving herself one last look over. She left work early so she could find the perfect outfit for her date with Jeff, leaving Luke in charge. She'd worry about whether or not the place was burnt to the ground tomorrow, tonight was all about her and Jeff. She examined herself carefully, making sure everything looked okay. She pulled her tight red plaid pants down to make sure their showed off her well toned belly. She straightened out her black cut off wife beater, making sure the straps of her rhinestone studded bra stuck out. She went to her closet and pulled out her black two row pyramid spike belt. She didn't really want to wear it considering she wore it everyday, but then again it was the only belt she owned. She sat on her bed and began to lace up her chucky heeled Doc Marten boots. It wasn't the most comfortable ensemble but she had to admit she looked good. As she tightened her boot laces she hared a knock at the door. Her mind told her to stay put, let him stay there for a second, don't appear too eager. However her body just wouldn't cooperate with her head as she bolted for the door. She opened it and was greeted by Jeff's smiling face.

"You ready?"

"Yeah just give me a second." She ran into the kitchen and grabbed her I.D. and the cash that was sitting on the counter and placed them in her back pocket.

"Okay ready"

"You look amazing" Jeff said looking her up and down.

"Thank you" she smiled "You look..." she stopped mid sentence as she notice what he was wearing. It was far from black tie, he wore a white wife beater and a pair of black Adidas work out pants. "...like a shlump." Jeff couldn't help but laugh at her Yiddish insult, it was really cute, she sounded like the Jewish mother Mike Myers played on Saturday Night Live. Emilie on the other hand was mortified by her comment. She couldn't at least wait till the second date till she criticized the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She said putting her hand to her mouth

"Don't worry about it"

"No, that was rude. God I'm starting to sound like my mother."

"Really its okay, I thought it was kind of cute. I've never been insulted in Yiddish before." He joked

"And don't worry; I brought a change of clothes for later tonight."

"I really am sorry, sometimes by big mouth gets ahead of me." She apologized again.

"Don't be. It's all a part of why I like you." "It is?" Emilie asked with a confused look. "Yeah, you're honest, you say what you think. You don't see that much nowadays. Everyone's so damn sensitive, I think it's refreshing."

"Yeah well I just hope my 'honesty' doesn't get me into too much trouble."

Jeff entered the back entrance of Madison Square Garden with Emilie trailing close behind. She had never seen the garden from this part before. In fact she had only been to the Garden twice before, once to see Jane's Addiction and the other was for a Pearl Jam show. Truth be told she hated these big arenas. The idea of paying all that money, to sit in the nose bleed seats, and not be able to tell the difference between Dave Navarro and the security guard simply baffled her mind. But this time was different, first of all it was free and secondly she was with Jeff. She was willing to empty out her entire savings account for him, which really wouldn't have been that impressive. He just made her feel so special, like she was the only woman in the world and she was a goddess. But still she couldn't help but feel a bit insignificant standing in the same place that the most legendary people have stood before her. People like Mick Jagger, Pete Townshend, and Roger Daltery to name a few. She felt unworthy to be there, who was she? Just some lowly music store manager who now and then liked to play rock star, she didn't deserve to be standing back stage at the Garden with him. Noticing Emilie's uncomfortable appearance Jeff took her by the hand and pulled her closely to him.

"Don't worry, stick with me and you'll be fine." She was surprise at how relaxed he made her feel. They walked hand in hand through the halls of the Garden, passing an assortment of WWF superstars. Jeff introduced her to every person they saw, from the stage hands to The Undertaker himself Mark Callaway. As they made their way towards the locker room they came across a handsome man with long golden blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail sitting on one of the moving crates reading a magazine. Jeff's face brighten with excitement went he saw the man.

"Oh hold on I really want you to meet this guy." Jeff said with giddiness in his voice, "Hey Jay come here there's someone I want you to meet!" He shouted to blonde man who stood up and placed the magazine down on the crate he was sitting on.

"Jay this is Emilie, Emile this is Jay"

"Emilie? The musician? So you're the one Jeff keeps going on about."

"I guess" she said a bit embarrassed "I don't know how much he could say in one day."

"Don't underestimate Jeff's ability to ramble." Jay joked

"Um at the risk of sounding like an ignorant twit, I thought you name was Christian" Emilie realized how stupid she sounded but she really didn't know that much about wrestling. All she knew was what she saw on T.V. and to her he was Christian, the winy arrogant half of E&C. Jay just slightly giggled at her question.

"No my name is Jason but everyone, including this multi colored freak, calls me Jay. Christian's just a character."

"Oh I don't know Jay" said another voice from behind them "You're quite a character yourself."

It was another blonde man, taller then Jay but similar features. She knew him as Edge but she wasn't about to embarrass herself again by asking if that was his real name.

"Hi I'm Adam" he said extending his hand out to hers "You must be Emilie, we've been hearing a lot about you."

"Yeah I've been getting that a lot lately" she said as she shook his hand.

"Well we're just happy to see out little Jeffrey here with a nice girl" Adam said playfully pinching Jeff's checks. Jeff slapped Adam's hand away trying to regain some shred of coolness that Adam and Jay seem to stripping away.

"Yeah you should see some of the hell spawns that come crawling out of his locker room. I mean when I say skanky..." Adam quickly put his hand over the shorter blonde's mouth, stopping him from doing any more damage.

"Well we really have to go; it was nice to meet you Emilie." Adam said before dragging Jason away leaving Jeff and Emilie standing speechless in the hall.

"You'll have to excuses them, they're Canadian." Was all Jeff could say.

"You have very...interesting friends"

"Yeah well we're having the little one check out. We think he might be slightly retarded."

Jeff and Emilie walked through the locker room door to find Matt and Amy engaged in their typical lip lock. Jeff just rolled his eyes and looked over at Emilie with his tortured eyes.

"I have to put up with this all the time"

"Jealous?" Matt asked as he unwrapped his arms from Amy's waist

"Matt, Amy, you remember Emilie."

"How could we forget" Matt said winking at his younger brother.

"Glad to see we didn't scare you off. I could defiantly do with a little more estrogen around here." Amy joked lightly punching Emilie's arm.

"So you came by to watch our little Jeffrey in action?" Matt said playfully messing up his younger brother's hair.

"Actually I came here to see The Rock, this blonde guy just started following me around" Emilie joked in a miss ghetto fabulous voice. The four laughed at her joke as Amy looked over at Jeff and silently mouthed 'I love her!' Jeff smiled to himself. Amy wasn't the only one who had fallen for the enchanting young woman.

"Well, well, it seems we have a smart ass on our hands here. I think she'll fit in nicely. We were gonna get something to eat ya'll wanna come?" Matt asked as he and Amy headed out the door

"Na we're cool. I think we'll just hang around here until I gotta start getting ready."

"Okay catch later little bro, nice seeing you again Em!" Matt shouted as they walked out of the room once again leaving Jeff and Emilie alone. Jeff took the moment to step back and take a good look at Emilie, she really did look good. Her round voluptuous hips, her slim toned abdomen leading up to her large breast. And those lips, lips that just begged to be kissed. He slowly made his way over to her, he wanted to get as close to her as possible. He took a deep breath, sniffing in all the essence that was her, she smelled like grapefruits and jasmine.

"I think they like you." He said with a sexy grin

"Well I think I like them."

"Do you think like me?" he whispered as slid his arm around her waist and leaned in to capture her lips. He softly pressed against her mouth with his own, sucking on her bottom lip. His tongue searched for the warmth of her mouth that she so anxiously gave to him. Their tongues intertwined with each other, mimicking the actions their bodies were dieing to take. Emilie wrapped her arms around his neck willing him to further his exploration of her mouth. A shiver ran through her body as she felt Jeff run his fingers up and down her spine. The rest of the world completely melted away leaving the two lost in the kiss. There was no regret, no hesitation, just a deep passion burning from the pit of their souls for one another. Suddenly they were thrown back into reality by the loud obnoxious howl of a fellow WWF superstar.

"Hey Jeff buddy you in here!" the voice said loudly as a man pushed the door open.

"Yeah Chris I'm here" he answered with a clearly annoyed tone in his voice.

"Oh hey man I need to borrow some..." he stopped mid sentence as he noticed the beautiful blonde standing next to Jeff "why hello there" He said pasting on his famous Chris Jericho grin.

"Emilie this is Chris, Chris this is Emilie...my date for tonight." Jeff said putting his arm around Emilie's shoulders to make his statement perfectly clear. He and Chris were friends and he was a great guy but not only was Chris good looking but he could charm the queen of England out of the crowd jewels.

"Nice to meet you" Emilie said extending her hand to him.

"The pleasers all mine Madame" he said as he took her hand and softly kissed her knuckles.

"Did ya want something?" Jeff asked starting to become impatient with the unwanted guest.

"Besides the pleasure of this young lady's company" he grinned "but seriously, I need to borrow some tape to wrap my wrist. Damn things been bothering me all week."

"Yeah I hear that happens to chronic masturbators." Jeff joked with a straight face. Emilie couldn't help but let out a small giggle it was the first time she heard Jeff say anything even remotely dirty. She was relieved to see that he had that kind of humor; nothing amused her more then good old fashion toilet humor.

"Oh ha ha Hardy, just give me the damn tape jackass."

Jeff just laughed as he walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out the roll of tape.

"Here keep the roll, I think you need it more then I do" he said as he tossed the roll over to Chris.

"Thanks, oh and by the way" just as he was heading out Chris turned back to Jeff "good luck on your match tonight you're facing Rico" he said with sympathetic grin before existing the room. Emilie wasn't too sure what that meant she only knew it couldn't be good from Jeff mumbling under his breath.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"It's nothing just...I have a match with Rico tonight."

"And that's bad?"

"Yeah...well no...I mean I like the guy, he's nice and all but he kicks like a raging horse. I'll be lucky if I make it out of the ring with all my teeth."

"Well look at the bright side it's a lot easier to brush your teeth when they're no actually in your mouth."

Jeff just grinned at her attempt to make him feel better as he leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I better go find Rico and work out the match for tonight. Will you be okay by your self?"

"Yeah I'll be fine I'll just hang out with Matt and Amy. Or maybe I'll go find your friend Chris Jericho." Emilie said with a devilish look on her face.

"Very cute, behave yourself" he said with a wink before stepping out of the room leaving an overly giddy Emilie alone. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, if this was a dream then she could only pray she would never wake up.