"I hate you."
"I hate you more."
"I hate you most."
"I hate you most-er."
"I hate you most-est."
"Asshole!"
"Slut!"
"CHILDREN! CHILDREN! Please!" Alex Shelley shouted at his two teammates. They had been doing this ever since they got to the boy's locker room.
Christy rolled her eyes. "I thought you two had a match."
"Yeah, we got cancelled for a Beautiful People segment...." Alex said quietly.
As much as she tried to stop herself, she couldn't stop from bursting out laughing. "Ha! The Beautiful People, seriously!? You got cancelled for them. Wow!" Christy said in between laughs.
"Shut up, you hooker," Chris glared at her, sitting down on the couch beside Alex and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't call me a hooker, you man whore," Christy retorted.
"Oh, you have no room to be calling me a whore, miss playboy," Chris remarked.
"Okay, can you guys stop fighting for five minutes?!" Alex shouted, frustrated at the bickering pair.
"I know I can. But I don't think Chris can," the California resident said, sitting on the other side of Alex, crossing her arms over her chest, as well as crossing her legs.
"I'm more mature then you, Christy. I totally can stop fighting for five minutes," he smirked and put his hands behind his head, leaning back into the couch.
Christy rolled her eyes at him, but stayed quiet.
"Now, that's more like it," Alex smiled.
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"So, the story line is simple," Jim, who had called the three new teammates into his office later that night, was saying, "Christy, you will cost your team the match next week by not letting Eric tag you in when both Taylor and Jay are fighting outside the ring. While Eric yells at you, Chris will use that distraction, hit the cradle shock, bam! Chris pulls you into his arms, kisses you, and you guys celebrate!"
"Okay, sounds- wait, what!?" Christy yelled, not believing what she just heard. "Chris.... kisses me? You mean he kisses Alex right!?"
"No, children watch this show and don't need to see two men kissing, he will kiss you, Miss Hemme," Jim sighed, knowing putting them together was a terrible idea.
"No! No! No!" the redhead rose from her chair and stomped her foot. "I am not kissing him! He might give me some disease!"
"Oh stop your complaining. You know you wanna kiss me," Chris smirked, then spread his arms out in a cocky way. "I'm a god."
"Ew...." Christy whined.
"You'll kiss him or your fired," Jim said, simply.
Christy turned to Chris and glared. "You better brush your teeth or eat a tic tac or something."
Chris shrugged. "No promises, sweetcheeks."
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"Okay, so tell me again why your writing an angry song? Your songs are always about self empowerment and stuff," Christy's best friend, Traci Brooks, said as she sat on the couch in Christy's condo, watching her friend scribble words angrily on a piece of paper.
"This is about self empowerment. It just has an angry touch to it...." Christy said as she continued to write.
The raven haired knockout sighed as Christy finally but the pencil down and picked up the paper. "Wanna read it," she asked, holding it out to Traci.
Traci nodded and took it. She sighed and shook her head as she read some of the lyrics out loud. "You'll never get this letter, you can go to hell. Ha ha you'll never get me. With your diamond black heart, a promise I don't need. Ha ha You never got me. A little bitch on our knees, now I'm saying Dear you."
When Traci looked up, Christy was smiling brightly. "You like it?" she asked.
"You really hate Chris Sabin don't you?" Traci asked, knowingly.
The redhead looked away. "It's not about him...."
"Yes, it is. I know when you lie, you look away."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yes-huh."
Christy looked up to see Traci giggling. "Your a terrible friend."
"Oh be quiet. Why do you hate him so much? Him and Alex are always so nice to me," Traci said.
"Well, it's not Alex I despise. It's Chris," Christy rolled her eyes.
"Okay well, Chris never bothers me either. What did you do to him?"
"Traci! I didn't do anything! I've only met him a few times. We've always hated each other. It's just like that with us...."
"You like each other."
"Whoa. Where did that come from?" Christy asked, shocked her friend would say anything like that.
"That's why you guys fight nonstop. Cause your too afraid to admit your in love," Traci giggled, drawing an imaginary heart in the air.
Christy glared at her best friend. "It's times like these I really wish Gail hadn't gone back to WWE."
Traci sighed at the mention of Gail, who had been both her and Christy's best friend before she left TNA for WWE. "She'd be saying the same thing, babe."
The fiery knockout rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said, loudly. "I don't like Chris, and he for damn sure doesn't like me. I mean, we barely know each other!"
"Well, you better get to know each other. Because come next week, it's make out city," Traci laughed.
"Get out! Out, out, out!" Christy yelled, pointing towards the door.
Still laughing, Traci shook her head and walked towards the door. "I'll buy both of you some cinnamon tic tacs!" Avoiding the pillow that was launched at her, Traci opened the door and ran outside, the pillow just missing her and hitting the door.
Christy crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the door. Her and Chris? Together? Ha! Traci thought of the silliest things....
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"So I heard you wrote a song about me," was the greeting Christy got as she entered the Motor City Machine Guns locker room that next Thursday.
"What?" she asked.
"Traci told me you wrote a song about me," Chris smirked at her from his spot on the bench.
"Um..." Christy couldn't think of what to say, that was the last time she'd ever share a song with Traci.
"What was it about? Well, I know, me. But, how'd it go? 'Oh Chris your so fine, your so fine you blow my mind, hey Chris.'" Chris smirked, dancing a little as he sang.
"Your a douchebag, and no," the knockout rolled her eyes as she shut the door and made her way to the locker that she had already picked out and claimed as hers, putting her stuff in it.
"Well, how'd it go then?" Chris asked, actually interested now.
"Why do you care?" Christy asked, walking over and sitting on another bench, as far away from him as possible.
"Cause it's about me. And, if it's about me, I wanna know," he said.
"You'll never get this letter, you can go to hell. Ha ha you'll never get me. With your diamond black heart, a promise I don't need. Ha ha You never got me. A little bitch on our knees, now I'm saying Dear you," Christy said flatly.
"....Your nice," Chris said.
"Thank you, I know," the fiery redhead said just as Alex walked in.
"Chris, Christy," he nodded at them before sitting down beside Christy.
"Alex, Christy wrote a song about me and it was very mean," Chris said, looking at his friend.
"Aw, how come I didn't get a song written about me?" Alex asked, turning to look at Christy.
"Because I don't completely hate you," Christy said, smiling slightly.
"Oh, well thanks I guess," Alex smiled.
Christy giggled as she rose from the bench. "Your welcome, Lexy. Now, if you two would excuse me, I have to get ready for the show."
"Bye, sweetcheeks!" Chris yelled after her as she exited the locker room. He chuckled as Alex shook his head at him.
"Your such an asshole, Chris," Alex sighed.
Chris just merely rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault she wants me."
"Ha! Yeah, she wants you as much as a mouse wants to be caught by a cat," Alex shook his head.
"Hey, that is a terrible comparison," Chris said sourly.
Alex shrugged. "Yeah. But it works."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, dude. Come on, we better get ready. I'm kissing our hooker tonight," he smirked as he stood up, rubbing his hands together.
"You mean your actually looking forward to it?" Alex questioned.
"Well, yeah. I mean, not cause I get to make out with Christy, but because she is totally not happy about it, that makes me smile," Chris smiled, placing a hand on his heart.
"Dude, your a sick, sick man," Alex shook his head, rising from the bench.
"I know. That's why people love me," Chris smirked.
"No, that's why I'm the favorite."
A/N: I don't know why this is so terrible.... bleh. But I will continue with it. Cause I like writing it. This was just a filler chapter. Next chapter.... the kiss.
