A/N: I don't own anything except myself and Vanessa owns herself. Everything else goes to it's rightful owners. This is just a little something-something to try and break the case of writer's block I have. Also, if you're reading my "Wrestling Preschool" fic and have any good ideas you want to see in future chapters, PM me with your ideas. If I use it, I'll make sure to mention you in it.

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I had invited some friends over and Chris had even brought his Guitar Hero game, but nothing could cure our boredom.

"This is stupid," Chris said putting his Guitar Hero controller down and plopping on my couch.

"You're not the only one who's bored, Jericho..." Vanessa said. "You guys seen Erin and Wade? They've been gone for almost ten minutes."

"I saw them go into Erin's room," Sheamus said. "God only knows what they're doing in there."

"Well then go get them to stop making out and come out here."

"Uh-uh, no way fella. I'm still mentally scarred from last time."

Chris got off the couch. "Jeez Sheamus, you're a real big wuss! It can't be as horribly life-altering as you say it is." He walked down the hall to my room and Vanessa turned to Sheamus.

"Was it really that bad?"

"You'll know soon, V. Right about...now."

"AAAH! MY EYES! MY VIRGIN EYES!" Chris screamed. He ran to the bathroom to wash away the memory of what he saw.

"Guess it is that bad."

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"Don't let me catch you two kissing like that again," Chris said while stuffing some Doritos in his mouth. "I'm still blinded."

Vanessa reached over and snatched the chip bag away from him. "What did I say about you eating all of Erin's food?"

"Turkoglu will eat my face off?"

"That's right."

"But I'm BORED!" Chris whined.

"I got an idea!" I shouted out. "Let's get a board game out and play. What do you guys suggest?"

"What about Monopoly?" Wade said. Everyone else murmured in agreement. I ran and got the game out of the closet.

"I wanna be the banker!" Sheamus blurted out.

"No way dude," Vanessa said to him. "You are in no way, shape, or form good with money. Remember last time you blew $1000 on-"

"Okay, no need to bring up that memory."

"Now everyone choose their token," I said. Vanessa chose the shoe, Sheamus chose the cannon, Wade chose the ship, and Chris and I found ourselves both reaching for the dog.

"May I please have the doggy?" I asked politely.

"But I wanna be the dog," Chris said.

"I'm always the dog, remember?"

"You can go without it for one game, can't you?"

"No! Like I said, I'm always the dog!" I said, getting pretty angry.

"Use a substitute for crying out loud! Here, use the thimble." Chris threw the metal token at me.

"No way, no one likes the thimble!" I shouted, throwing it back at him.

"Chris, it's her house," Vanessa said. "Let her have the stupid game piece."

Wade gently nudged her with his elbow. "Say nothing, just stay out of it."

"I was trying to be nice, but now you've forced me into a corner, Jericho. GIVE ME THAT DOG!" I jumped over the board and snagged the metallic dog out of his hand.

"You hypocrite! Hand that dog piece to me right now because I'm the best in the world at what I do and I deserve it!" Vanessa face-palms herself and sighs.

"Chris are you 40 years old, or four?"

"You know what? I never even wanted to play this stupid game in the first place!" Chris overturns the board (messing up all our hard work in preparing it) and stomps off to the backyard to sulk. Vanessa tapped me on the shoulder.

"Is anyone looking?" I shake my head. Vanessa grabs Chris's Guitar Hero controller and runs out the door.

"Victory!" she screamed as she ran down the sidewalk.

"Be back in time for the Packers game!" I shouted after her.

~END~