The sequel to Love You For Now. It took me awhile to figure out what to
write, but the recent happenings on Raw got me thinking and really sparked
my writing. It's going to be kind of hard to semi-pick up from where I left
off. I re-read the final chapter of LYFN and it's kind of hard to pick a
starting point. So here goes. Read and Review and lemme know if it just
sucks. Stick together hardcore shippers!-Dakota.
Chris strolled back from the trainer's room, slowly that night. His head was killing him, and he needed major aspirin. He found his locker room and walked in. Edge had made it back from the ring, and was cleaning up the blood on his face. He sat down in the chair next to his friend, and leaned back on his things. The room began spinning in circles and he closed his eyes.
"Hey, you all right Chris?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stop spinning okay?"
"Haha, you're not fine. Here take one of these."
Chris took the aspirin from Edge's hand and popped one in his mouth. He grabbed the nearest bottle of water, and took a drink. Once the room stopped spinning he stood up and walked towards the shower. From the huge clothesline he had a minor concussion. Turning on the shower, he ran a finger through his tangled hair. He stepped under the hot water, and stood there for a few minutes.
"Chris?" He heard a familiar females voice calling his name. "Chris, c'mon where are you?"
"I'm in the shower."
Even though she had on dry clothes, Trish walked into the shower room.
"Are you nuts?"
"No, but I think you are. Come here."
Trish gave him a towel and he wrapped it around his waist. She took his hand and led him back to a chair. He sat down and she took a chair next to him. She brushed back the wet locks of hair from his cheek, and pushed them behind his ear.
"What were you thinking? You could've dozed off and fell. You could've gotten hurt even more Chris."
"I needed a shower."
"You could've waited until I got here. I was so worried about you when you hit your head."
Chris saw the concerned look on her face and put a wet arm around her waist.
"I'm fine Babe. Don't worry about me. I'm a toughie." He pressed his lips to her cheek, and the nuzzled his nose on her neck. "Don't worry so much, it'll start showing in your 'mean' character."
"Oh well, I guess it's okay to worry about my boyfriend every now and then isn't it?"
"Yeah, as long as I can worry about you."
Trish turned to look at him and smiled. He stood up off her chair, and turned around to face Chris.
"Go get dressed, and I'll go get my bags. I'm taking you back to the hotel, and you're going to stay there, and not leave until I feel you are ready okay?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Dr. Stratus."
As she left the room, she blew him a kiss. When she walked around the corner, she ran into a furious Matt Hardy.
"Whoa, Matthew. Sweetie?"
"Look Trish, I just want to get out of here. Please, just leave me alone."
Before she could reply, Matt stormed off down the hall. She let out a sigh, and continued her way to the Women's locker room. Once she arrived, she started putting her things in her bag. Tyson knocked on the door and she let him in.
"Where ya heading?"
"Oh, me and Chris are going back to the hotel. It's going to be easier for me to keep an eye on him if I'm with him."
"Yeah, he took a nasty one out there tonight."
"I know. When I got to his locker room he was in the shower. I don't know what I would've done if he got hurt anymore than he already is."
"Just keep an eye on him, and call the cell if you need anything. I'll come over as soon as I can all right?"
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
Tyson put his hand on Trish's shoulder as he opened up the door for her. Walking back down the hall, she spied Edge walking towards her. He had a smile on his face, and he was laughing a bit.
"Oh no, Edge, what happened?"
"Chris is so funny when he doesn't know what's going on. He's in there blasting 'Don't You Wish You Were Me?' and he's standing on a chair."
"Oh god, why didn't you get him down?"
"He wouldn't listen to me. I tried to tell him."
"Thanks a lot. I'll go get him. Do ya need a ride back to the hotel?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Wanna go get my car for me?"
"Sure."
Trish handed him the keys, and she continued on her mission to find Chris. Once she found him in his locker room, he had taken a seat and was reading a magazine.
"Trish! Glad to see you!"
"Chris, what's your problem?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ugh, c'mon we're leaving."
She grabbed Chris by the hand, but his powerful grip pulled her back close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and used one of his hands to brush her hair back out of her face. As she let out a little giggle, he pressed his lips to hers. She returned his kiss, stronger than he expected. He felt her tongue press between his lips, and he allowed it. A few moments later he broke the kiss.
"I thought we were leaving."
"Right, Edge is probably getting angry waiting for us."
"Let's go find him then!"
He picked up his bag, and grabbed Trish's out of her hand. Leading the way out the door, he took her by the hand, and turned down the wrong hallway.
"This way Sweetie."
"Oh!"
She led him in the right direction, and after a few right hand turns, and one left; they finally made it to the parking garage. Edge was on his cell phone, but got off once he spied Trish and Chris coming. He got out of the car and helped Trish put the bags in the back as Chris sat down in the backseat.
"Are you going to sit back there with him?"
"Yeah, just go back to the hotel. And if you need to you can take the car out for dinner or something."
"All right. We should be there in about 20 minutes."
"Good deal."
Trish got in the backseat with Chris, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. Before she knew it he was out cold and snoring.
"Edge, one question."
"Shoot."
"What in the world did you give him?"
"I thought I gave him aspirin. Musta given him caffeine pills."
"Great. No wonder why he was so hyped up."
As Edge continued to drive, Trish looked down on her shoulder at Chris. She smiled to herself, and remembered not too long ago when they weren't speaking. Now they were stronger than ever, and she couldn't help but be so happy. Trish herself began to doze off, and she thought she was dreaming someone shaking her. She woke up and it was Chris telling her they were back at the hotel.
"C'mon Baby, we're there."
{Okay, chapter one is complete. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing. I'm not sure when I'll be updating. Probably after Raw every week or so. So review me and lemme know what you thought of it. -Dakota}
Chris strolled back from the trainer's room, slowly that night. His head was killing him, and he needed major aspirin. He found his locker room and walked in. Edge had made it back from the ring, and was cleaning up the blood on his face. He sat down in the chair next to his friend, and leaned back on his things. The room began spinning in circles and he closed his eyes.
"Hey, you all right Chris?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stop spinning okay?"
"Haha, you're not fine. Here take one of these."
Chris took the aspirin from Edge's hand and popped one in his mouth. He grabbed the nearest bottle of water, and took a drink. Once the room stopped spinning he stood up and walked towards the shower. From the huge clothesline he had a minor concussion. Turning on the shower, he ran a finger through his tangled hair. He stepped under the hot water, and stood there for a few minutes.
"Chris?" He heard a familiar females voice calling his name. "Chris, c'mon where are you?"
"I'm in the shower."
Even though she had on dry clothes, Trish walked into the shower room.
"Are you nuts?"
"No, but I think you are. Come here."
Trish gave him a towel and he wrapped it around his waist. She took his hand and led him back to a chair. He sat down and she took a chair next to him. She brushed back the wet locks of hair from his cheek, and pushed them behind his ear.
"What were you thinking? You could've dozed off and fell. You could've gotten hurt even more Chris."
"I needed a shower."
"You could've waited until I got here. I was so worried about you when you hit your head."
Chris saw the concerned look on her face and put a wet arm around her waist.
"I'm fine Babe. Don't worry about me. I'm a toughie." He pressed his lips to her cheek, and the nuzzled his nose on her neck. "Don't worry so much, it'll start showing in your 'mean' character."
"Oh well, I guess it's okay to worry about my boyfriend every now and then isn't it?"
"Yeah, as long as I can worry about you."
Trish turned to look at him and smiled. He stood up off her chair, and turned around to face Chris.
"Go get dressed, and I'll go get my bags. I'm taking you back to the hotel, and you're going to stay there, and not leave until I feel you are ready okay?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Dr. Stratus."
As she left the room, she blew him a kiss. When she walked around the corner, she ran into a furious Matt Hardy.
"Whoa, Matthew. Sweetie?"
"Look Trish, I just want to get out of here. Please, just leave me alone."
Before she could reply, Matt stormed off down the hall. She let out a sigh, and continued her way to the Women's locker room. Once she arrived, she started putting her things in her bag. Tyson knocked on the door and she let him in.
"Where ya heading?"
"Oh, me and Chris are going back to the hotel. It's going to be easier for me to keep an eye on him if I'm with him."
"Yeah, he took a nasty one out there tonight."
"I know. When I got to his locker room he was in the shower. I don't know what I would've done if he got hurt anymore than he already is."
"Just keep an eye on him, and call the cell if you need anything. I'll come over as soon as I can all right?"
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
Tyson put his hand on Trish's shoulder as he opened up the door for her. Walking back down the hall, she spied Edge walking towards her. He had a smile on his face, and he was laughing a bit.
"Oh no, Edge, what happened?"
"Chris is so funny when he doesn't know what's going on. He's in there blasting 'Don't You Wish You Were Me?' and he's standing on a chair."
"Oh god, why didn't you get him down?"
"He wouldn't listen to me. I tried to tell him."
"Thanks a lot. I'll go get him. Do ya need a ride back to the hotel?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Wanna go get my car for me?"
"Sure."
Trish handed him the keys, and she continued on her mission to find Chris. Once she found him in his locker room, he had taken a seat and was reading a magazine.
"Trish! Glad to see you!"
"Chris, what's your problem?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ugh, c'mon we're leaving."
She grabbed Chris by the hand, but his powerful grip pulled her back close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and used one of his hands to brush her hair back out of her face. As she let out a little giggle, he pressed his lips to hers. She returned his kiss, stronger than he expected. He felt her tongue press between his lips, and he allowed it. A few moments later he broke the kiss.
"I thought we were leaving."
"Right, Edge is probably getting angry waiting for us."
"Let's go find him then!"
He picked up his bag, and grabbed Trish's out of her hand. Leading the way out the door, he took her by the hand, and turned down the wrong hallway.
"This way Sweetie."
"Oh!"
She led him in the right direction, and after a few right hand turns, and one left; they finally made it to the parking garage. Edge was on his cell phone, but got off once he spied Trish and Chris coming. He got out of the car and helped Trish put the bags in the back as Chris sat down in the backseat.
"Are you going to sit back there with him?"
"Yeah, just go back to the hotel. And if you need to you can take the car out for dinner or something."
"All right. We should be there in about 20 minutes."
"Good deal."
Trish got in the backseat with Chris, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. Before she knew it he was out cold and snoring.
"Edge, one question."
"Shoot."
"What in the world did you give him?"
"I thought I gave him aspirin. Musta given him caffeine pills."
"Great. No wonder why he was so hyped up."
As Edge continued to drive, Trish looked down on her shoulder at Chris. She smiled to herself, and remembered not too long ago when they weren't speaking. Now they were stronger than ever, and she couldn't help but be so happy. Trish herself began to doze off, and she thought she was dreaming someone shaking her. She woke up and it was Chris telling her they were back at the hotel.
"C'mon Baby, we're there."
{Okay, chapter one is complete. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing. I'm not sure when I'll be updating. Probably after Raw every week or so. So review me and lemme know what you thought of it. -Dakota}