"Sheva?" Chris hollered aloud looking around for his assistant "Where the heck did you go with the demos we are using for the presentation?"

"I set everything up for you already you silly goose" She said with a playful tone

"Oh, you so crazy Sheva." He joked "What would I do without you?"

"You would probally die."

They laughed aloud. Their hearty voices reached the heavens.

"Well, the presentation isn't going to start for another 2 hours, why don't you go look around the other booths?"

"That's a great idea, Chris!" Sheva said

"I know", Chris smirked.

They laughed again.

"Well, I'll be back in an hour and a half, don't have too much fun without me!" She waved and walked over to a booth with a new line of Snuggies.

"I'm at an infomercial convention, how much fun can I possibly have?" He mused wandering off in the opposite direction of his assistant.

He walked past familiar booths, the "Set-it-and-forget-it" man was pitching the same phrase that he uses in all of his informercials. The Gas Gripper scheme was a complete rip-off, but they were making tons for money for the stupidest product ever. Chris became bored of these played shenanigans. He wanted a new, fresh infomerical that would really get those kids talking, but every booth he passed, were more stupid than the previous one.

"You're going love my nuts!"

The familar voice rang through his ears, but where has he heard it before?

"The Germans make good stuff!"

Wesker.

Wesker was dressed in a royal blue polo shirt, with the collar popped up in the traditional jackass style. The yellow apron, hugged his waist so tightly that it showed off his mannish curves. He wore a smirk that suited his demeanor so well. A smile that reassured you that everything would be ok, while he's kicking you in the back with a Mustang Kick. A large crowd formed around his booth; Wesker was the new kid in town. The fellow vendors loved him, and the audience loved him even more. Chris could see why, Wesker had an attractive personality that no one can resist. Chris snuck his way into the back off the crowd, to see how Wesker really put on a song and dance. He sold the Slap-Chop like no other man could. Wesker, after a few moments of searching the crowd, found Chris staring right back into his. Wesker decided to take this oppurtunity to tease Chris. "Of course, The Slap-Chop comes with a lifetime guarantee..."

Chris clenched his fists, and anger ran through his veins like an icy waterfall from the burrows of the Arklay mountains. Chris had so much anger overspilling in his heart, no ShamWoW could ever mop up all of the mess, but his love for Wesker was more powerful than any hate he could conjour up. The Slap-Chop idea was orginally his idea, but Wesker stole it out from under him, like the the time he stole another idea from Chris. But, Chris could never call Wesker out on stealing the idea. It was because of his man crush on Wesker.

He was in love with Wesker, his love was as sorching hot as the griltop on a George Foreman grill. But how could he love the man that took something so precious from him? I mean, he totally stole the Slap-Chop, but Wesker stole something more precious than that. Chris's heart.

TBC...

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It's my first fan-fic, so guyz plz be kind. Aren't Chris and Wesker so kawaii?