So this is my first attempt at writing. If you guys like it, review and tell me, so I'll continue.

Lex

Disclaimer: I do not own Chris Irvine or Stephanie McMahon, or any other person mentioned in this fictional piece. They obviously own themselves. Their characters are copywrited by Vince McMahon and Titan Sports.

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Chris stood outside her house after slamming the door to his car, checking again to make sure it was shut. As he started walking towards the once- familiar white building, he started to re-think his actions. When he began walking back towards his car, he noticed that he had parked at the very end of the driveway. When he reached the driver-side door, he looked around in procrastination, not wanting to make a final decision. Different options ran through his head. He could go up to the door, ring the bell, and she would answer and accept his offer... or she could laugh in his face, and force him to leave. He liked the first one better. He knew he shouldn't be so nervous about this... it was a simple question. Nothing to serious.

His eyes landed on her mailbox. It read 'S. McMahon' in plain block letters, not aligned correctly. He smiled at that. That was the Stephanie he used to know better... always doing things herself, but never claiming for them to be perfect.

While contemplating another attempt, he felt a drop of water hit his arm. On first instinct, he looked up, searching for dark clouds to signal rainy weather. When he saw nothing but a clear sky, his head shot over to the left. He noticed that it was now or never. Stephanie was standing there, hose in hand, by her garden. Her mouth was open in surprise, and she just stared at Chris, like she couldn't believe he was actually standing there. Even with that look on her face, he noticed that she was just as beautiful as ever. She had always had control over him with a simple smile. At one point, he really wanted to date her, but she only showed signs of friendship towards him, and he really didn't want to screw anything up. He realized that he was just standing there, probably creeping her out.

Say something! "Hey," he choked out.

"What are you doing here?"

Uh oh, that sounded angry... this could be worse than I thought.

"I uh..."

Oh, that was brilliant, Chris!

Stephanie inwardly scolded herself for that one. She didn't mean to sound so bitchy. He finally comes to see her, and she rips his head off. She was trying to figure out any possible reason why he would just decide to show up at her house after they grew apart, though. They used to be best friends while they had the business partner story line, but after his character switched shows, they both got 'to busy', and made no attempts to call one another or make plans. Around the same time Stephanie's character was booted out of the company, she had somewhat of a falling out with her father over petty issues... she didn't like how he treated her as a mere employee, not even considering her suggestions anymore. She had known she shouldn't get special treatment for being related to the boss, but she shouldn't get looked down upon by him either. So she explained why she felt that way, and walked out of his office, telling him she needed time off until further notice.

That was a bad idea. She missed the business horribly, but didn't want to be the first one to come and apologize. Stubbornness was implied in the McMahon name, after all. She suddenly remembered the current situation, and looked back toward Chris.

"Well? I can't help but be a little shocked that you show up here after so much time with no talk."

"Hey, you didn't make an attempt to talk to me either! Anyway, that's beside the point... I need your help, Steph."

She was taken aback by that one. Chris hasn't talked to her in more than a year, much less asked her for help.

"Well, we can talk on the way to the grocery store I guess. I'm on my way out. We can reschedule for later if you'd rather."

That one got a chuckle out of both of them. Steph had to turn a simple conversation into business.

"A drive would be fine by me. I need some things for the house anyway."

"Chris, you live in Florida! I don't know if your classic bag of beef jerky would enjoy being shoved underneath your underwear in your suitcase!"

She started walking towards the driver side door of her car, gesturing to the passenger side, re-assuring Chris that the invite wasn't a joke. It took a second for her comment to actually sink in.

Whoops!

"Uh, actually, I forgot to tell you. I moved to Greenwich," he paused, seeing the shocked look on her face, "Hold on, let me explain before you hit me. It was your father's idea actually. I was interested in moving away from Florida, and I mentioned it to him in a casual, polite, 'boss- employee' conversation. He wouldn't rest until I came to see a real-estate agent here. I was just going to make up an excuse as to why I didn't want the houses I was shown. I mean, it would have been weird living in the same town as my boss, or so I thought... but I liked one of the houses so much, I had to just go for it."

"Why did you wait so long to even say hey to me? I mean, it's been quite a while, Chris. When I first saw you here, the first thing I thought was 'Wow, he still remembers how to get to my house!'"

"First of all, you were my best friend for a while Steph. I could never forget where you live. But about the not seeing you thing... I was scared that you would hate me. For not calling, or emailing, or even keeping in contact by means of a snail-mail birthday card."

She started to speak as she was backing out of the driveway, but then stopped, having to think about what to say. Luckily the driveway was wide, because of her two car garage, or else she would have a hard time maneuvering around Chris's oddly parked car. As she started down the road, she finally got her thoughts straight. "I wouldn't have been mad, Chris. I mean, I made no attempt to talk to you either. Why is that? Why did we just stop talking?"

"Just grew apart, I guess, and for me, that's not acceptable. I am going to talk to you often from now on... all the time. You'll get a call from me everyday! That is, if you'd like to re-start a friendship."

"Not so fast! I could get sick of you calling that much," she replied in a joking manner.

"Would you really?"

He never thought of the possibility that he could be expecting too much from her, but because he knew that she must miss the company, he felt that his plan was foolproof.

"No. I was joking. It would be nice to actually hear from someone. How long has it been since you moved in?"

"Only about three months"

He was glad she wasn't mad at him, and that they could be friends now. He still hadn't asked her though... that may change things.

"That's just long enough to get situated, and come see an old friend I guess." She turned to look at him for a brief moment, and then continued to speak after parking, "It looks like we're here."

"Yep, looks like it"

He looked over to her before they opened the doors, and smiled. She gave him a weird look, then just smiled back. For some reason that simple smile overjoyed him. He hoped that later she would give him the same small smile, and accept his offer.

He hoped...