A/n: Okay, so as I said before, I told you guys that I will have a new idea and to vote for it. Voting's still open by the way. Just incase I want to add another pairing with the story. So, yeah. Enjoy! Also, this is all Maria's Point Of View. Well, most of it… I'll let you know when its not. Okay? Read and review! It makes me happy! :) So, here's Maria's Point Of View… One last thing, it's the introduction of the story…
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I'd never imagine me having him as a boyfriend. Well to be honest, I actually did. He seemed real sweet and down to Earth. Any girl would be lucky to even get to talk to him. But I got to be with him. I'd taken high-risks. Literally. My boyfriend isn't some supermodel playboy. Hell No. One thing, he's loud, obnoxious at times, and he's way overprotective of me. Or anyone else he cares about, and he's got nothing to hide. Yeah, I know, those are all bad things, but sometimes he can be sweet, caring and funny. You'll see what I'm talking about when you read this. Okay, so here's how it all started. I was walking down the arena because I wanted to. Wait, never mind. I was walking down the arena because I have no life. Actually, I was looking for my dumb, bimbo friends. When I thought I spotted them, I ran over to them only to trip on a wire and my soda causing to spill on someone.
"Watch where you're going! Wont cha?!" He yelled in my face.
There's only one man who would be mean to me and other Divas.
Jeff Hardy. Sure, I've seen him around; other guys. I'm starting to think that he has a thing for guys, if you know what I mean. Since I've been working here for what? Four, four and a half years, no guy has ever disrespected me. If someone did, my best friend who is a guy, Mister Jericho himself, would kick their ass. But Jeff. I've never talked to him. Well, here was my first. Be nice Maria. God, why does his multicolored hair look so, so, I don't know how to put it. I thought.
"I looked up at him. Sorry! I…I…I was just…" I couldn't find the right words to come out.
"You were what huh?! Didn't you know that I have a match coming up in five minuets?!?! Gosh! This is why I absolutely HATE girls.!" Wait. Did he just say, he hates girls? "You stupid bi—" he got cut off with my best friend on SmackDown yelled,
"Dude, she's a girl! Let her be you dick! Obviously, she was looking for someone!!" Chris yelled.
"Oh, uhh sorry." He got out.
"Was he afraid of Chris!? Haha! Even I'm not afraid of him!!!" I stopped rambling. "Opps, did I say that out loud?!" I asked afraid of the consequences.
"Your going to pay, you bitch" Jeff mumbled in my ear before walking off.
"You know this guy?!" I asked.
"Uhh, yeah! Of course I do…" Chris said.
"Okay, answer me something." I asked him with a puppy face.
"What?" he asked looking at me in 'awe.'
"Is he…Um, is he…?" I tried to ask. "You know, like boy…?"
"Gay?" I nodded. He stared at me like I was crazy. "Heck no! He isn't gay! What made you think that?!?!"
"Well, he… Only hung out with guys…" I said looking at my best friend wondering what his freaking wife found in him.
"Well, the truth?" he asked me.
"NO JERICHO! THE LIE!" I said sarcastically.
"Okay then…"
"I was being sarcastic!"
"I know. Sucks for you…Now, you'll never find out why he hates girls so much…" he told me.
"You jackass…" I told him back.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot…" he said walking closer to me.
I wanted to step back, but he held me. "What?" I said in a whisper.
"So your not afraid of me?!" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Haha! I was just kidding! It was a joke! You know? Ha…Ha?" He quickly picked me up and put me on his shoulder. "Where are we going Jericho! I command you to put me down this instant!" I shouted squealing.
"I am not you're slave. I cannot do that…" he said bringing me to his locker room only to see the jackass in there acting like nobody walked in. I barely remembered that I was on Chris's shoulders. He put me down and started to tickle me. "Take it back!" He yelled.
"Never!" I said in laughs.
"Fine." Then he went to my ear and whispered. "I'll call Hardy to this side of the room…"
"Fine! I'm sorry!" I gave up. It was already torture seeing him staring at us.
Chris just smirked. "haha. I knew it." He said. "I found your kryptonite."
"Ass." I said.
"What?" he said as he began to tickle me again.
"Stop!"
"Under one condition!" he asked me sounding more like a statement.
"WHAT?!"
"Say, Jericho is better than any of the divas…" he looked over at Jeff. "And the WWE superstars…"
"Fine. Jericho is better than any of the divas, and the WWE superstars…" I rolled my eyes.
"Good. Your free to go." He said opening the door.
"One more thing Jericho." I said. I could feel Jeff's eyes staring at me. Weird.
"What?" he asked.
I kicked him in the shin hearing an 'ohh!' from Hardy. I quickly ran out of the door only for him to grab me back and give me a kiss on the cheek. Then, came another round of tickles.
From the corner of my eye, it looked like Hardy was jealous.
Jealous? Of what? Me?
He is jealous. Wow. Defiantly, not gay…
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A/n: I don't really think Jeff is gay. He's my second favorite. Oh yeah, I'm sorry if I offended anyone on the gay thing. I'm sorry. I don't have a problem with gays. Well, yeah, my friend is bi. Too much? Okay. Again, I don't have a problem with being gay. I just, uhh *Scratches head* yeah. Haha. Lol. Seriously, I don't mean to offend anyone. I hoped you like it! Please read and review! It makes me happy! :) I'll be your friend.
--Alicia.