Summary : Kurt and reader were highschool sweethearts but years later after a bad break up they meet again. When they get put together in a story line, old memories start to come up. Will this storyline bring them back together or is their relationship doomed to fail?
It was the summer of 1996. I had just enlisted myself into a wrestling school. I was excited of course since I've always found the spirit very interesting. I had found a job in a boutique that actually paid me pretty well. Everything was going great. But that was just the beginning for me.
My boyfriend, Kurt, had done bigger things than me that summer. He was going to participate in the Olympics. It was a big deal for him, since he had been training months for this.
Kurt and I had met in highschool. He was this shy, nice kid. The kind you would definitely bring home to your parents. We met during a school dance we both attended, well actually we were dragged to it by our friends. He saw me sitting alone at my table, came over and we started talking. I know it sounds like your typical teen movie moment but who cares, here we were six years later and still together.
Kurt had come by to visit me and my family, before he was off to Atlanta. It was after dinner when we decided to sit on the porch.
"Are you just gonna stand or are you gonna join me." I said, sitting on the porch swing, looking at Kurt, standing there as if he was a statue.
"What about your dad?" Kurt asked. You see Kurt always was afraid that my dad would rip him apart if he saw me and Kurt touching or even sitting next to each other. I always told him my dad was just overreacting and sitting next to each other wouldn't make me pregnant.
"For the love of god, Kurt, it's not like we're gonna have sex on this porch swing." I said. He looked at me and plopped down beside me.
"On second thought, that would be hot." Kurt said and I slapped his arm.
"So-" I said. "Tomorrow is the big day."
Kurt sighed. "I'm having second thoughts about this."
I looked at him. "You? Kurt Angle, the man who trained his whole life for this, the man who ran up a hill with someone on his back, the man who was too busy training to call me-"
"Alright, no need to be an ass kisser here."
"I'm not kissing your ass, I'm just saying what I saw." I said. "Kurt, you can't give up, you were too invested in this." I garabed his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I believe in you."
"Ew cooties." He said in fake disgust.
"Oh shut u-" before I could finish his lips were on mine.
"Thanks for believing in me." Kurt said and gave me a small kiss on my neck.
"You know just a minute ago you were afraid to sit next to me and now here we are making out on this thing." I said.
"Shhh, you're ruining the moment." He said as he kept kissing my neck. He worked his way up to my chin and then my cheek until he reached my lips. He then suddenly stopped.
"Oh shit, I have to go." He said and stood up. I walked with him to the stairs. As he was about to leave he turned around and gave me one last kiss.
"I will." Kurt said and kissed me one more time. He then walked to his car. And that would be the last time I saw Kurt Angle.
The WWF. Listen, This was the number one company I wanted to work for, since I started wrestling. Sure the other two companies were interesting too but wwf was the game in town. So when a great friend of mine said that i should try it out, i went and now here i was sitting backstage of Smackdown. I've only been with this company for a year, so I was still trying to work my way to the top.
I was currently in a storyline in this sort of friendship storyline with Molly Holly. The whole thing was centered around Crash Holly thinking I would betray Molly someday and that she trusted me too much. The story itself was fun but I felt that I could do much better than this one.
"Man it's hotter than a bitch." I heard a voice behind me. It was Lita, who sat down next to me with a plate full of cookies.
"The weather man said we could expect hotter than this." I said.
"You watch the weather, lame." She said and took a bite out of a cookie.
"No, it's not lame, it's educational."
"You learn about the weather."
"Listen, the sun shines everyday, even I can tell you what the weather is gonna be like." Lita said and stuffed another cookie in her mouth. Just then Trish Stratus sat down in front of us, holding two ropes.
"What do I wear tonight, this or this?" Trish said, holding up a red and yellow rope. Besides Molly, Trish and Lita were the two girls I became very close with. One my first day they were the first two people to talk to me and show me around. Ever since then we just clicked.
"They both look terrible." Lita said.
I hit Lita on her arm. "What happened to the black one?" I asked.
"It's in my bag but I wanted to try something different, ya know, a lighter color."
"Just stick to the black one." Lita said. I rolled my eyes.
"Listen, these ropes are pretty, okay the yellow one looks uhm-
"No, it looks fine and the red one looks-"
Okay I had to admit they were terrible looking ropes but I just didn't want to tell Trish that since she was a bit too happy to show them to us.
"Admit it, they look horrible." Trish said
"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have trusted the new tailor Matt sent me too ." Trish said.
Lita almost choked on her cookie. "Matt? Trish, there are reasons why he and Jeff wrestle in jeans." She said. "And never take advice from Matt or Jeff, you'll end up in an even shittier situation."
I snickered. "Listen guys, I gotta go and get ready before Molly kills me." I said. The girls waved goodbye to me and I walked out of catering. On my way to.the dressing room I noticed someone walking the opposite direction. I said someone because I knew who it was. It was the one person I was trying to avoid since the first year I came here. The one and only, Mr. Gold medalist himself, Kurt Angle.
It had been four years since we drifted apart. Why? Heck i didn't even know why either because right after he won that medal things went downhill for us and one day he just disappeared out of my life.I was hurt. Deeply too. But I kept my chin up and worked on myself a bit more.
As we passed each other I looked in his direction and he looked in mine. And for a split second it felt as if we were strangers. No hello. No waves. Nothing, we just passed each other like it was nothing.
Part of me wanted to walk over to him and slap him but I always said to myself: "y/n, just let it go."
Besides, I was here to make my career, not get back with the man who dumped me. As I passed him, I let out a sigh. I just hoped to never ever pass him again.
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