He didn't know why he was making a list. Bored maybe? Or perhaps he could discover something a bit more. He started to write on his blank piece of paper with his pen.

50 Reasons why I hate Stephanie McMahon.

He looked at it again. 50 was a bit too much wasn't it? He striked off the 50 and gave it a nice underline, neatening his letters. How does she write so wonderfully? She made her handwriting look like it was written in the 17th Century with a feather. But back to the subject at hand. This part was going to be so easy.

Reasons why I hate Stephanie McMahon.

1. She's a natural bitch.

That felt good. He smiled to himself and went on.

2. She whines a whole lot.
3. She points when she whines.
4. Did I mention that her voice is high and screechy most of the time? Guess not.
5. She dresses like some skanky whore.
6. She can't throw insults very well.
7. She can't take hints very well either.
8. She doesn't know how I feel about her.

WHOA. Where did that come from? He drew a line across the letters and wrote something else.

8. She's two faced.

There. That felt so much better. Those feelings were gone. At least that was what he kept telling himself.

9. She's a bottom feeding trash-bag ho.

He was on a roll! He penned down a few more points then started a new heading.

Reasons why I love her.

Now this was going to wrack his brain. Boggle his mind. Mess with his head. He thought hard and long, and the same thing kept pooping up. He didn't want to write that down. He really didn't, but he wanted to be honest with himself. He ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly and put it down.

Reasons why I love her.

1. Because she's Stephanie McMahon.

"That pretty much wraps everything up," he told himself, shoving the paper into his desk drawer. Maybe I'll ask her out and we'll end up kissing on the porch and then she'll invite me in for the night. He paused. Or maybe not. He mentally slapped himself. It's always worth a try, he thought, scratching his head, then heading out the door. He had written something else, but he stopped with it and left it to rot. The wind from the air conditioner probably blew it off the desk.

The one and ONLY reason I'm still on this earth:

1. Because I love her to death.

*~End~*

Author's note: How was it? I sure hoped that someone liked it as much as I did writing it. :P. However, I'm not planning on continuing with this. Now where's that review? >:P... *^~}{eLLSpA\/\/N~^* aka Pearlyn in real life