A/N: Hola mis amigos! Once again, I couldn't help but post a brand new story. I felt as if the Hardy Boyz deserved the spotlight in one of my stories this time. After this, I swear I will actually try to update the stories that I have up at the moment. Now that I've said all that I needed to, see you at the bottom, and don't forget to leave me reviews, because I give cookies in exchange;)

Disclaimer: WWE is not mine, and the same would apply to any familiar names. However, any unfamiliar people belong to me.

August 13th, 1980

"Daddy! I don't want to go to school!" the blonde-haired little girl cried, literally clinging to her father's leg like a leech when the school bus arrived.

"Katie, your mother and I have important businesses to attend to, and you can't stay in that humongous house all by yourself, can you?" Katie's father, Dan put emphasis on the term 'humongous' just to prove a point.

The family had just recently relocated to Cameron, North Carolina because of work-related reasons, and much to Katie's dismay, she had to start her first day of kindergarten at a school where she was acquainted with nobody at all. The blonde-haired little girl couldn't understand how her parents could be so selfish to drag her away from everything she held dear; such as her old bedroom, the family dog they've recently had to give away before the move, and her friends back at preschool. Her parents were downright cruel, and she was never going to forgive them for putting her through something like this.

After a bit of pleading, and possibly some bribery from her parents, Katie reluctantly stepped on the school bus, and the plain sight of the bus driver smacking her gum while narrowing her eyes at the five year old made her clutch at her backpack straps apprehensively.

"What you sellin' kid?" the bus driver spat out, causing Katie to cringe out of fear, and for her parents to exchange looks.

After some hesitation, the little girl managed to speak,

"I ain't selling anything, I'm just going to school."

The bus driver pointed to the back of her with her recently manicured thumb, "Get in."

After stealing one last glance at her parents, Katie entered the bus, and immediately began to look for a seat. After awhile, she found a girl who looked about two years older than her sitting by herself, and approached her warily.

"Can I sit with you?" she asked, though her voice was barely above a whisper.

The girl twirled a strand of her hair and stared intently at Katie, making the young girl peer down at her feet. After for what seemed like decades, the older girl turned her gaze back to the window, and muttered a simple 'no'.

Feeling crestfallen by this, the blonde-haired girl walked away, hanging her head. She went up to a few other kids afterwards, but they all gave her the same response as the girl before. The bus driver took a right at the intersection, causing Katie to hit her back against one of the seats. She winced at the interim pain, with tears already threatening to fall from her eyes. At this moment, Katie wanted nothing more than to be at home with her parents. Or better yet, convince them to bring her back to her old preschool. That place was more of a home to her than anywhere else.

"You can sit here, if you want."

An enticing southern drawl made Katie peer over her shoulder. A small boy with tousled brown hair and puppy dog eyes came into view. Katie eyed him cautiously, before a relieved smile replaced the grimace that was on her little face. Without even an ounce of hesitation, she slid on the seat next to the young boy. Somehow, she knew that he wasn't going to hurt or degrade her in any way.

"Thank you for being nice to me," she said, attempting to converse with him, "I'm Katie, what's your name?"

The boy held up six fingers, "I'm Matt Hardy, and I'm turnin' six next month."

Katie gasped, "So that means you're just as old as me!"

Matt nodded while grinning ear to ear.

The two children continued their conversation about birthdays, and being with the 'bigger kids'. A few minutes before the bus entered the school, Matt pulled out a few clumps of paper and a straw out of his backpack with his lips slowly forming into a devilish smirk.

"Wanna see something cool?"

Although the blonde-haired little girl was bewildered, she nodded nonetheless.

So with that, the boy popped one of the clumps of paper into his mouth. Just when the little girl was about to exclaim, "Ew, you eat paper?", the boy placed the straw in his mouth and aimed it at the bus driver. A spit ball fired out of the straw, and it landed on the bus driver's neck with a loud splat!.

The children giggled uncontrollably when she placed her hand on the spot where the spit ball hit her, and muttered, "Stupid kids..."

The bus pulled into the school parking lot, and much to Katie's disappointment, she found out that she and Matt weren't classmates this year. The little boy noticed the saddened expression on the little girl's face, and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder,

"Don't worry. I'll still ride the bus with you."

"All the time?"

Matt nodded assuredly, and although Katie saw this, she still wasn't a hundred percent sure if she should take his word for it or not. Then much to the wonderment of the young boy, Katie held up her pinky finger.

"Pinky swear?"

Matt just simply stared at the young girl, contemplating on what he should do. This was probably the first time in five years of his life that someone had asked him to seal a promise by interlacing pinky fingers.

With a willing smile, the boy slipped his pinky finger into Katie's, sealing their deal,

"I pinky swear," he responded, making the blonde-haired girl smile.

They entered the school, where Matt proceeded to walk Katie to her classroom. Afterwards, they said their goodbyes before splitting apart to go their separate ways. Before heading into her classroom, Katie looked over at Matt's retreating figure. She didn't really feel all that nervous about her first day of kindergarten anymore. Now that she had a new best friend, she felt like she was on the top of the world, so how bad could kindergarten possibly be for her?

A/N: So what do you think? Does this story have potential or no? Let me know:)

Btw, I just realized that today is Matt Hardy's birthday! It's pretty cool how I finished this story on this particular day:)

That's all I have for today, so ciao:)