A/N: I'm determined to get another story out tonight after this if it kills me. It probably will.
Adam Copeland is the greatest person I've ever known. I met him while I was training in my family's famous Dungeon. We were instantly friends, and quickly best friends. And as our relationship deepened, we were inseparable.
I told him many times that I would never love or care for someone as I did him. He felt the same way.
I can never thank him enough for everything he's done for me. As I went through boyfriends, he was there to console me. After every breakup, I knew that I could call Adam and he would talk me through it. Sometimes, I would have to fake sick the next day because I was so tired from being up so late talking to him.
People always thought we were dating, and that was never the case. He was too good a friend for a romance to ruin. Some things just can't be ruined, and our bond was one of them.
Adam was the brother I never had and the best friend that I would always worship.
Or so I thought.
One day, he just snapped.
After the first draft that I'd experienced, I was glad that I didn't move, and Adam didn't move. I was really blessed to be able to work with him in the WWE. We both knew that the other would make it. Our friendship hadn't changed a bit until that day he completely changed.
He wasn't the Adam I had trained with. He wasn't the Adam that I had grown to love.
It was as if his Edge character had taken over his soul. Only this time, Edge wasn't as malicious as this new Adam.
I wish I knew what had happened. I'd love to change it.
I'd give anything to have Adam back to being Adam. I really would.
They say that a guy and a girl can never be friends without one eventually falling for the other. I never believed in such nonsense. There are loopholes to everything, and I was going to prove that.
God, how wrong I was.
When I first met Nattie, I knew we would be great friends, and we were. It was the most perfect friendship that ever could have existed.
And it's not like I met her when I didn't like girls, or anything. I was twenty-something years old with a perfectly healthy obsession with women. I knew that Nattie was gorgeous, but I just didn't see her that way at first.
But then, it hit me. I slowly found myself yearning to spend time with her. I realized that she was everything that I wanted in a woman. She was Canadian. She was blonde. She had a strong ambition for her job. And the wrestling part didn't hurt, either.
I was slowly becoming obsessed with her, and it scared me.
I didn't want anyone else getting close to her. I thought that it would be easier to keep tabs on her since we worked together, especially since we were on the same show.
I just didn't know that there would be one kryptonite to my plan, and his name was Ken Kennedy.