Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE. I don't own Matt Hardy. I don't own Love Story by Taylor Swift.

A/N: Okay, so this started as a one-shot, song fic, but the parts were getting so long, I decided to turn it into a short story. And it just fit Mat's personality the most. Giving him some love here. Hopefully this will fuel my focus. Picture of Juliet in my profile. Enjoy!

Love Story by Cara Mascara

Act I: Scene I

We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.

Midsummer nights were always nice in North Carolina. Warm enough to wear as little clothes as you wanted, but not unbearable like the days. I sighed and re-crossed my legs, mindlessly stirring my champagne with my manicured finger.

This is the life, or so I'm told. Being born into the Carolina's elite has its privileges, sure, but sitting here in a tight dress and uncomfortable shoes at some superficial gathering at yet another over priced banquet hall owned by a friend of a friend of a friend of my father's just isn't my idea of fun.

There must be more to life than this.

"Hey Juliet. Why aren't you down there?" I glanced over my shoulder and sucked the sweet champagne off my finger seeing my best friend Tina walking forward, steady and poised on her ridiculously thin heels.

Lifting my shoulders, I turned back to where I'd been staring off into the night. Sure, below this balcony there was a magical ball (labeled A Midsummer Night's Dream, of course) that some people would kill to be attending, but I'm just not impressed by these trivial things anymore.

Tine slid gracefully into the patio chair next to me and the two of us shared the small balcony overlooking the back pavilion where most of the people who were here were dancing or being wallflowers.

Things like this get boring when it's always the same people, at the same places, doing the same thing. I must know everyone here at least by name if not on a somewhat personal level.

"Are you just gonna sulk up here all night?" Tina asked, tossing her sleek, black hair over her shoulder.

"I'm not sulking. I'm just... bored."

Tina rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh no, not this again." I tilted my head to the side and gave her an annoyed look. I can't help it if this whole posh, high society lifestyle bores the crap out of me. "Juliet Augusta Levi, you need to go down there, meet a cute boy and stop bein' such a damn baby."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "I've met all those cute boys. I really don't need to hear another story about a yacht in the Caribbean or a town house in Tuscany." Of course a lot of these guys are gorgeous, but they have no substance, no life experience and all in all, it just doesn't do anything for me.

Tina didn't respond, just shook her head and joined me in observing. My eyes darted to her when I heard her sharp intake of breath. "What?"

Her slender finger pointed below to a group of four guys roughhousing in the grass, a small group of giggling girls surrounding them. "Crashers." They certainly were. I stood up to get a better look, leaning my arms on the balcony's railing and squinting to see. I definitely didn't know any of them and they didn't seem the type to be involved in some fancy get together like this.

Of course I was captivated.