Disclaimer - I don't own the wwe, Chris Jericho or Stephanie McMahon. Damn It!
A/N - Thank You Kay for helping me with the title, you were a big help :D
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He walked up to her, cautious of her reaction. He stood off to her right, waiting for her to look his way, but he saw that she was to engrossed with her paperwork to notice what surrounded her. He slowly reached out and gently touched her shoulder. Startled, Stephanie swivelled her head round to look at the person how had disturbed her.
"Chris," She stated with distaste. "What the hell do you want now?" Stephanie snapped at him.
"It's about earlier," Chris told her guiltily.
"What about it?" She asked him through narrowed eyes.
"It wasn't meant for you. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, is all," Chris explained truthfully.
"That may be Chris, but it doesn't change the fact that you and Christian were laughing your heads off at my expense," she complained to him gravely.
Thinking back to what had transpired earlier, Chris just couldn't help the burst of laughter that slipped passed his lips. Hearing him laugh again Stephanie rose from where she was seated, gathered up her papers and walked away not looking back, in the direction she had came from.
As Chris noticed her move away from him, his mouth snapped shut and he instantly sobered. He followed her and called her name occasionally which only seemed to make her quicken her pace. He went after her as she moved down the hall and turn sharply to her left only to disappear behind a closed door. As he came to a stop and reached out and turned the handle, he found it locked, which caused him to sigh frustratedily.
"Stephanie open the Goddamn door!" He shouted intensely, only to receive no answer. He tried again only the gain the same result. "Fine then, have it your way!" He shouted angrily through the closed door, before he left and headed towards his own dressing-room.
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As Chris entered his dressing-room he noticed Christian along with Trish sitting closely on his sofa, with amused looks on there faces as they watched Triple H lose quite badly to Shawn Micheals. They looked his way as they saw him come through the door.
"Didn't go to well huh buddy?" Christian commented as he took in Chris's downtrodden appearance.
"You could say that, she wouldn't even hear what I had to say! She just turned and walked away! Turning her back on ME!" He remarked sadly.
"Dude, that sucks! Maybe she'll forgive you, you know in a couple of years," Christian told him optimistically.
"It's your own damn fault to begin with Christian, and somehow I get the blame for it! How is that fair?" Chris asked hopelessly.
"Well, you did fill up the water balloon," Trish told him lightly. "And it was your idea to add the flour, to make it even more gooey," Christian finished playfully.
"But you're the one who told me to hurl it at the first person who came through the door," Chris whined, while pointing accusingly at Christian.
Thinking back to the event in discussion, Christian and Trish diffused into a fit of laughter, as they picture the balloon filled by Chris's concoction, sail through the air only to land on an unsuspecting Stephanie McMahon's face as she stepped through the door, then exploding and covering her in nothing but white ooze. The way Chris's face had transformed from that of delighted happiness to absolute horror, as he realised it had hit the Princess. But as Stephanie stood there screeching loudly in disgust, it caused Chris to double over in uncontrollable laughter. Earning him a deathly glare from Stephanie before she had about turned and left without uttering a single word.
"How in the Hell am I going to get her to forgive me before she has a bounty out for my head?" Chris asked them both seriously.
"I have no idea man, none whatsoever," Christian informed him helplessly.
Trish cleared her throat causing both the men to look her way.
"I might have a suggestion," she informed them freely, causing Chris's eyes to light up like a little boy at Christmas time.
"Tell me!" Chris demanded enthusiastically.
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Stephanie got up from he large, black leather chair rather stiffly and walked tiredly to her office door, unlocking it and slowly pulling it open. Moving into the fresh hold of door she noticed a rose and an envelope taped securely on to it. Smiling slightly she tore it from the door and lifted it to her nose, inhaling it's wonderful scent. Lowering the rose, she opened the envelope and took out the note that had been concealed inside.
*Princess,
What I did was childish, but hey I happen to be like that most of the time. Come to the parking-lot.
Jericho.*
Reading the note over, Stephanie frowned. Was this another prank he was about to pull on her, she asked herself. Pushing down her doubts, she did as the note instructed and slowly made her way to the parking lot.
When she reached the doors that led into the parking lot, she found yet another note, which simply told her to:
*Follow the trail.*
What trail? Crossed Stephanie's mind she pushed open the large double doors. As she caught sight of what was beyond them made her stop short as she discovered all the rose petals that delicately covered the ground floor. Dumbfounded, she followed the trail of petals in awe, along the path and round a corner, followed by another. Until she came face to face Chris, casually sitting on top of his rental car awaiting her arrival, which only made Stephanie all the more bewildered as she looked up at him questioningly.
"Wha...." She asked him speechlessly.
"I wondered if you'd like it, I thought it was a bit cheesy myself, with the notes on the floor and the rose petals on the ground, but hey it got you here!" Chris explained genuinely.
"How did you manage to do this?" Stephanie ask in wonder causing Chris to release a short throaty chuckle.
"It wasn't easy, let me tell you that! I had to ring up FOUR different florists, to get enough roses, which totally destroyed my bank account! THEN I had to take the petals off them! All by myself, my hands aren't going near a rose steam for years if I have anything to do with it," Chris explained lightly.
"Why?" Stephanie asked simply.
"To tell you, I was sorry about before. I shouldn't have laughed, it shouldn't have been you. It wasn't meant to be, believe me. I just have this thing that makes me muck things up royally," Chris explained to her honestly.
"Why did it muck things up?" She asked curiously.
"Just because," he told her avoiding the question completely.
"Tell me Chris, at the least you owe me that," Stephanie demanded gently.
"I had this plan about tonight. It involved me making a complete ass of myself by asking you out," he told her gravely. "So Steph, how about it huh? You wanna have dinner with me?" He asked her charmingly, along with a genuine smile.
He hoped she wouldn't she would put him out of his misery soon, the silence was killing him and there she was just standing there, with a mouth agape and an astonished look on her face.
It's not like I told her I wanna have her babies, he told himself he'd just asked her out for a meal! Why in the Hell do women take so long to answer, he wondered just as Stephanie opened her mouth with her answer.
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A/N - Love it? Hate it? Worth continuing? Let me know and I'll see what I can do, but there's a fair chance that if you like it I will continue it.
A/N - Thank You Kay for helping me with the title, you were a big help :D
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He walked up to her, cautious of her reaction. He stood off to her right, waiting for her to look his way, but he saw that she was to engrossed with her paperwork to notice what surrounded her. He slowly reached out and gently touched her shoulder. Startled, Stephanie swivelled her head round to look at the person how had disturbed her.
"Chris," She stated with distaste. "What the hell do you want now?" Stephanie snapped at him.
"It's about earlier," Chris told her guiltily.
"What about it?" She asked him through narrowed eyes.
"It wasn't meant for you. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, is all," Chris explained truthfully.
"That may be Chris, but it doesn't change the fact that you and Christian were laughing your heads off at my expense," she complained to him gravely.
Thinking back to what had transpired earlier, Chris just couldn't help the burst of laughter that slipped passed his lips. Hearing him laugh again Stephanie rose from where she was seated, gathered up her papers and walked away not looking back, in the direction she had came from.
As Chris noticed her move away from him, his mouth snapped shut and he instantly sobered. He followed her and called her name occasionally which only seemed to make her quicken her pace. He went after her as she moved down the hall and turn sharply to her left only to disappear behind a closed door. As he came to a stop and reached out and turned the handle, he found it locked, which caused him to sigh frustratedily.
"Stephanie open the Goddamn door!" He shouted intensely, only to receive no answer. He tried again only the gain the same result. "Fine then, have it your way!" He shouted angrily through the closed door, before he left and headed towards his own dressing-room.
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As Chris entered his dressing-room he noticed Christian along with Trish sitting closely on his sofa, with amused looks on there faces as they watched Triple H lose quite badly to Shawn Micheals. They looked his way as they saw him come through the door.
"Didn't go to well huh buddy?" Christian commented as he took in Chris's downtrodden appearance.
"You could say that, she wouldn't even hear what I had to say! She just turned and walked away! Turning her back on ME!" He remarked sadly.
"Dude, that sucks! Maybe she'll forgive you, you know in a couple of years," Christian told him optimistically.
"It's your own damn fault to begin with Christian, and somehow I get the blame for it! How is that fair?" Chris asked hopelessly.
"Well, you did fill up the water balloon," Trish told him lightly. "And it was your idea to add the flour, to make it even more gooey," Christian finished playfully.
"But you're the one who told me to hurl it at the first person who came through the door," Chris whined, while pointing accusingly at Christian.
Thinking back to the event in discussion, Christian and Trish diffused into a fit of laughter, as they picture the balloon filled by Chris's concoction, sail through the air only to land on an unsuspecting Stephanie McMahon's face as she stepped through the door, then exploding and covering her in nothing but white ooze. The way Chris's face had transformed from that of delighted happiness to absolute horror, as he realised it had hit the Princess. But as Stephanie stood there screeching loudly in disgust, it caused Chris to double over in uncontrollable laughter. Earning him a deathly glare from Stephanie before she had about turned and left without uttering a single word.
"How in the Hell am I going to get her to forgive me before she has a bounty out for my head?" Chris asked them both seriously.
"I have no idea man, none whatsoever," Christian informed him helplessly.
Trish cleared her throat causing both the men to look her way.
"I might have a suggestion," she informed them freely, causing Chris's eyes to light up like a little boy at Christmas time.
"Tell me!" Chris demanded enthusiastically.
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Stephanie got up from he large, black leather chair rather stiffly and walked tiredly to her office door, unlocking it and slowly pulling it open. Moving into the fresh hold of door she noticed a rose and an envelope taped securely on to it. Smiling slightly she tore it from the door and lifted it to her nose, inhaling it's wonderful scent. Lowering the rose, she opened the envelope and took out the note that had been concealed inside.
*Princess,
What I did was childish, but hey I happen to be like that most of the time. Come to the parking-lot.
Jericho.*
Reading the note over, Stephanie frowned. Was this another prank he was about to pull on her, she asked herself. Pushing down her doubts, she did as the note instructed and slowly made her way to the parking lot.
When she reached the doors that led into the parking lot, she found yet another note, which simply told her to:
*Follow the trail.*
What trail? Crossed Stephanie's mind she pushed open the large double doors. As she caught sight of what was beyond them made her stop short as she discovered all the rose petals that delicately covered the ground floor. Dumbfounded, she followed the trail of petals in awe, along the path and round a corner, followed by another. Until she came face to face Chris, casually sitting on top of his rental car awaiting her arrival, which only made Stephanie all the more bewildered as she looked up at him questioningly.
"Wha...." She asked him speechlessly.
"I wondered if you'd like it, I thought it was a bit cheesy myself, with the notes on the floor and the rose petals on the ground, but hey it got you here!" Chris explained genuinely.
"How did you manage to do this?" Stephanie ask in wonder causing Chris to release a short throaty chuckle.
"It wasn't easy, let me tell you that! I had to ring up FOUR different florists, to get enough roses, which totally destroyed my bank account! THEN I had to take the petals off them! All by myself, my hands aren't going near a rose steam for years if I have anything to do with it," Chris explained lightly.
"Why?" Stephanie asked simply.
"To tell you, I was sorry about before. I shouldn't have laughed, it shouldn't have been you. It wasn't meant to be, believe me. I just have this thing that makes me muck things up royally," Chris explained to her honestly.
"Why did it muck things up?" She asked curiously.
"Just because," he told her avoiding the question completely.
"Tell me Chris, at the least you owe me that," Stephanie demanded gently.
"I had this plan about tonight. It involved me making a complete ass of myself by asking you out," he told her gravely. "So Steph, how about it huh? You wanna have dinner with me?" He asked her charmingly, along with a genuine smile.
He hoped she wouldn't she would put him out of his misery soon, the silence was killing him and there she was just standing there, with a mouth agape and an astonished look on her face.
It's not like I told her I wanna have her babies, he told himself he'd just asked her out for a meal! Why in the Hell do women take so long to answer, he wondered just as Stephanie opened her mouth with her answer.
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A/N - Love it? Hate it? Worth continuing? Let me know and I'll see what I can do, but there's a fair chance that if you like it I will continue it.