One's From Afar

Prologue

He watches her from afar.

She is standing there, giggling at the catering area of the arena with the other divas. He has known her for almost 16 years now, but she still could take his breath away easily.

She turns a bit to his direction and he feels all air left his body. She looks beautiful in that white blouse and tight black jeans with her knee high boot. She ties her golden hair into a messy bun, letting his emerald gaze to roam over her beautiful features without her silky hair hiding it. She is wearing as simple as she could be but still, he couldn't look away.

His gaze fall onto her full and pouty lips, the lips he loves and craves the most. He just loves to see that beautiful lips curve up into a smile even though it is not for him in the first place. Sometimes he would just make her annoyed at him just to see that sweet pink lips pout at him; as if asking him to put his lips there. Call him crazy but it makes all of the punches worth it.

Then his gaze slowly traces up to her brown eyes. The orbs that always have that sparkle in it, the sparkle that he loves to look into. He loves it the she would scrunch her small nose and squints her eyes in cringe at every corny joke he made. He loves to see that happiness and joy in her eyes, loves to see the fire in her eyes every time someone make fun of her effort, loves the comfort that she would always have in that brown eyes whenever she is with him. And he would do everything in him to keep those feeling in her eyes.

Then he hears her chuckling from the other side of the room. Some people said that her laughs are annoying but to him, it's like music to his ears. He just loves to make her laugh. Just loves the way she would cover her nose with her small hand, as if she's trying to keep down her giggles to the minimum but clearly and like always, she fails doing so. He loves the way she giggled at every stupid joke that he made since they were kids. And what he loves the most is when she would playfully shove him away or just punch his upper arm jokingly.

God, he just loves everything about her.

Her smiles, her laughter, her sarcasm, her sometimes crazy ideas out of boredom, her kindness, and sometimes it's just her.

He never thought of falling in love in his entire life before. And to be honest he never thought to be in love when he is just 9, hell he didn't even know what love is. But what he did know when he was 9 is that he couldn't live without that blonde beauty by his side and he would do anything he could to protect her and her heart. He has been called by many name in his 23 years of living; The Risk Taker, The Charismatic Enigma and even the Rainbow haired warrior, but sadly he couldn't be any of those names people calls him with her. He doesn't have the gut to be The Risk Taker about his feelings for her because he knows that it will strained their friendship. The friendship he worship the most. He doesn't care to be 'just friend' with her as long as he gets to be by her side and protects her.

Even if it kills him every time he saw her with someone else.

Even if it makes his heart ache to see her far from his reach.

Even if it makes him dead inside to know that he would never be the one she silently loves.

Then a familiar song started to play from behind the curtains he has been standing that would lead him to the entrance. He didn't notice the stagehand giving him the 'ok' to make his usual entrance as he is still looking at the now lonely blonde, who is sipping her coffee and reading the script the creative team just gave to her a few minutes ago. Then a southern drawl calls out his name from his side

"Jeff?"

His trance is broken and he quickly turn to the voice and is meet by his brother's confuse and worried look; "Are you okay man?" the older man ask as his face is now full with concern, concern for his little brother. And he couldn't help but to feel loathed by the worried gesture his brother is trying to portray right now.

"Jeff?" the older man calls out once again and Jeff lets out a heavy sigh, "Yeah, I'm good" he said to his brother, who's looking at him wearily, trying to figure out if the multi-color haired man is lying to him. But he shakes his head a bit before making his way to the entrance.

Jeff turns back to the woman he has been admiring all these times and he could see all the loves in her beautiful brown depths as she has look up from her reading to look at him and his brother. But he knows that those all of those loves coming out from her eyes is not one for him but for the man he silently loathed and at the same time wished to be. His entire life, he would only get comfort and adoration from her eyes but never love.

"Jeff, come on man! They're waiting for us!" the man who had caught the woman's of his dream's heart spoke from the curtain. Jeff looks at his brother, silently wishing that he could have what she sees in him, wishing it was him she has fallen with and not with his brother. He takes a deep breath and rubs his hands in circle and gives his brother a force smile that, thankfully, his brother didn't notices its fakeness.

"Let's go get 'em, Matt" he said as he walks through the curtains and his brother is hot on his heel.

"Right behind 'ya brother"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Author's Note: Hello! i'm new here, mehehehe... and anyways this is my first fanfic about the two greatest couple of all time! anyways, in this story, Jeff is a year older from Trish and Matt is two years older from her too... so please, Leave a comment!