Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too | By : Tamora Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: So this is a Jeff fic I started a long time ago. But I’ve changed it and updated it. I’ll probably only update this once or twice a week. But I want to write it. For further notice, Xanadu is pronounced Zanadoo. Xan is Zan.
Chapter 1: Xanadu
"Great match Jeff," I said as I followed him backstage. Matt was waiting behind the curtain for us.
"Yeah… uh, thanks." He was giving me that, 'as if you'd know' look again. Damn. No matter what I do, I know Jeff Hardy will never think much of me. It all started about a year ago. I got hired at the WWE as a valet. I don't wrestle. Hell, everyone knows it; the only reason I have this job is because my daddy is in a high place. Does the name Mark Calloway ring a bell? Maybe? Maybe not? Well how about The Undertaker? Yeah. That's more like it. My dad is The Undertaker. You're thinking awesome right? Wrong. Not when you're working with Jeff Hardy.
He made his comeback to the WWE on RAW many months ago. At this point, I was managing my dad on Smackdown. Then there was the draft. My dad is out with his bicep injury, so they decided to give me more airtime by putting me on RAW. I got shoved right into a storyline with the younger Hardy. Surprisingly enough, I've never had much training. I've had to keep in shape and stuff, but I've never even taken a real fall. Pathetic, I know. My dad's only one of the greatest wrestlers in the business. He really didn’t want me involved in it though. So he never taught me much.
Anything I know I’ve learned from Matt Hardy. He’s my best friend. As soon as I was signed, we clicked immediately. I found myself traveling with him a lot of the time. My dad likes to go home and visit his wife Sara on off time, so I stick with Matt, ending up in Cameron a lot of the time with him, and unfortunately his insufferable nuisance of a brother.
Jeff walked off, grabbing a towel and wiping his face, headed for the locker room I guessed. I sighed, leaning up against the wall. "He hates me," I groaned. It wouldn’t bother me that much, but I used to have a fangirl crush on him. So you can imagine I was disappointed when I actually started hanging out with him.
"No he doesn't, he's just… difficult. He's going through a bad break up. He'll warm up to ya soon," Matt tried to comfort me. It wasn't really working. Unlike Jeff, Matt absolutely adored me, right from the start. I saw him as an older brother. I even set him up with Ashley Massaro. He really liked her and vice versa. I guess she was a breath of fresh air since the whole Amy and Adam thing. They split up recently but they’re still good friends. "Don't worry kid. He'll come around." Matt had come to watch Jeff’s match and since the two brothers had the next couple of days off they were heading to Cameron tonight. I was supposed to go too, but now I’m debating whether I want to. Stupid Jeff.
“I’m gonna go shower,” I told Matt.
“Alright, I’ll be in the caterin’ area. Need to stock up on the coffee,” he said, preparing for the five or six hour late night drive from the 1st Mariner Arena in Baltimore, Maryland to Cameron, North Carolina.
Matt disappeared into a room and I turned and walked towards the women’s locker room.
“Uh oh. I know that look,” Melina said as I walked in.
“That’s the ‘Jeff’s being a douche’ look,” Maria added. I groaned and sat on the locker room bench.
“What’d he do this time?” Melina asked, sitting next to me and unlacing her boots.
“Just the usual. You know, I say something nice and he says thanks in a way that you can tell he doesn’t really mean it and is inwardly thinking ‘you’re not good enough to lick my boots’.” Melina laughed slightly and Maria gave me a pitiful look.
“I don’t know what his problem is,” Maria said, shaking her head.
“He wants her,” Melina added as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I snorted.
“Jeff wants me about as bad as he wants a hernia. He just doesn’t like me for some reason. I think its cause I don’t wrestle. But I’m going to OVW at the end of the month. It’s not my fault my dad’s overprotective and wouldn’t train me himself.”
“Don’t sweat it Xan. He’ll loosen up.” I cringed at the nickname. Okay, it’s not that bad. Not nearly as bad as my full first name. Xanadu. Ugh. My mother is such a hippie. Of course, dad managed to coax her out of naming my brothers weird names. They got lucky with Gunner and Kevin. But being the first born, dad was more submissive in his new marriage so he let mom name me after that stupid Olivia Newton John movie. I hate being called Xanadu. I don’t like being called Xan. And I prefer when people call me X. Just X.
Guess who calls me Xanadu every chance he gets?
Jeff fucking asshole prick Hardy.
“I’ve known him for almost a year now and he still hasn’t loosened up,” I said using air quotes on the last two words. “It’s like he has it out for me. I feel like the kid with coke bottle glasses in high school and he’s the quarterback of the football team. It’s like there’s a sign on my forehead that says ‘please make my life miserable’,” I dramatized.
“Oh he can’t be that bad,” Melina said.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he does like her. Maybe he just hasn’t grown up yet and being mean to a girl is the way he thinks he’ll gain your affection,” Maria commented with a shrug. I laughed bitterly.
“Sure. Whatever. I need to shower. I get to spend the next three days with Rainbow Brite,” I groaned. That’s my little nickname for Jeff. He hates it. All the more reason for me to use it.
I hopped in the shower and did my thing. When I got out I changed into some black flip-flops, black yoga pants and a Kill Hannah wife beater. I towel dried my hair and combed it quickly, slinging it up into a clip and then I got out of the showers, throwing my stuff in my bag.
“See ya,” I said to the girls that were in there as I exited the locker room. I went to the catering area with my duffel bag over my shoulder casually. “Hey,” I said to Matt and company. He was sitting at a table with Paul London and Brian Kendrick.
“Xanadu, Xanaduuuu,” Brian started singing under his breath. I catch him doing that all the time.
“Brian, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut your pretty mouth right now,” I snapped. He pursed his lips immediately. Guess he didn’t think I could hear him. Paul snickered.
“I can’t help it. Every time I see you it just gets stuck in my head…” Brain explained the reason for singing that stupid song from that stupid movie.
“It should be your entrance theme. I’m gonna pitch that idea to the writers,” Paul joked. I scowled and smacked his shoulder. He yelped in mock pain and rubbed the spot I smacked.
“Oh please,” I mumbled.
“I wish I had a cool name like Xanadu. Nope, I’m just boring Brain. Blech.”
“Well you can have my name,” I said rolling my eyes. “You’re such a spaz.” I turned to look a t Matt. “Ready?”
“Still waiting on Jeff,” he said, shaking his head and then sipping his coffee. I rolled my eyes for the second time.
“Rainbow Brite’s late again. What’s new,” I mused. I caught someone out of the corner of my eye and smiled. “Be right back,” I said and stood up, walking towards the catering table where my target was.
I shoved the larger man from behind, causing him to stumble almost into the table. I laughed as he looked towards me, a shocked expression on his face. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing. Thanks for pushing me. Brat,” Randy Orton grumbled.
“You’re a big boy, you’ll get over it,” I joked, shoving his arm lightly.
He smirked towards me as he opened his water bottle. “Interested in seeing exactly how big of a boy I am?” I scoffed and blushed at the same time at his suggestive comment.
“Yeah, just let me call my dad and let him know what we’re doing,” I teased. He put his hands up in mock surrender, splashing some of the opened water onto the floor. “Slick.”
“Shut it X.” He took a swing of the water and casually leaned against the wall. “So, what’re your plans?”
“Going to Cameron with Mateo and his ever pleasant brother,” I told Randy, shifting my weight onto my left foot and placing a hand on my hip.
“Sounds… thrilling,” Randy said sarcastically. I sighed and lightly kicked him in the shin, barely touching him.
“Matt’s fine. It’s just Jeff that has that stick up his ass all the time. We try and avoid each other as best we can when I stay there usually,” I said with a shrug. He nodded.
“Well, I think you better run off to your guard dog. He’s giving me the evil eye,” Randy gestured over my shoulder with a nod of his head. I turned to find Matt glaring at us, Jeff by his side, inspecting his chipped fingernail polish. Matt waved his arm at me and I held up a finger.
“I’ll see you around I guess,” I said to Randy when I faced him again. I gave him a hug and smiled when his strong arms enveloped my body. Jesus his body is like a rock.
“I’ll give you a call sometime,” he told me when I pulled away.
“Okay, bye.” I jogged over to the brothers and snatched my bag off the table. Brian and Paul had disappeared somewhere. I walked next to Matt down the hall and towards the parking lot.
“So what’s the glare for?” I asked Matt, since he apparently wasn’t going to bring it up.
“I don’t like him…” Matt simply stated. Here we go. “He only wants one thing.”
“Oh my god, you sound like my father. According to both of you, every guy in the world only wants one thing,” I scoffed. Matt could be ridiculous sometimes. He almost bit Shannon Moore’s head off once when he asked me on a date. Needless to say, the date never happened. I like Shannon, but I’m not going to be the cause of a falling out between two best friends. “He’s not a bad guy.”
“He’s a tool if I’ve ever seen one,” Jeff added in his two cents.
“That’s rich coming from you,” I snapped back. Jeff is not included in this conversation.
“Okay, don’t start X. Jeff’s right. Orton’s a tool. He’s manipulative. He does anythin’ he can to get to the top. And it’s works too because of who his father is,” Matt explained.
“Sounds familiar,” I heard Jeff mutter under his breath.
“Oh please Jeff, shut the fuck up. Go find one of your lovely ring rats why don’t you?” I growled, having about enough from the Multi-Colored Wonder.
“Jealous much?” he argued back.
“Oh yeah, I’m about as jealous of your ring rats as I am of Umaga’s,” I sneered.
“Enough all right? Forget about it. Just stop arguing. I’m not drivin’ all the way home with you two bickerin’ the entire time,” Matt nearly shouted. Jeff and I both held our tongues. Angry Matt is not something I want to see. And I could tell he was on the verge of coming out.
I climbed into the backseat of Matt’s car and Jeff climbed into the passenger’s seat. As Matt turned on the car, Pearl Jam began blaring loudly through the speakers. I cringed and covered my ears. I hate Pearl Jam.
“Matt…” I whined. He sighed and ejected the CD while he pulled out of his parking space. He slid the CD into his visor and picked another one. Nirvana played now and I smiled. “Thank you.
A/N: Check out my profile for the banner for this story. It has a picture of what X looks like since I don’t like spending a lot of time describing appearances.
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