Chapter Two
If Christopher Irvine a.k.a. Chris Jericho was ever asked to name one of the things he hated most about being a wrestler in the WWE, he would probably have to say that it was the adrenaline rush that one felt after they performed at a big pay-per-view event.
The rush was like nothing he had ever felt before. It left you on edge for hours and feeling like you had just finished drinking six bottles of highly caffeinated coke.
It was defiantly the reason that he sometimes hated being a professional wrestler--and one of the reasons that he now found himself wide awake at two o'clock in the freaking morning.
"Maybe another hot shower will do the trick."
Interestingly enough just as Chris made a move to take his room key out of his pants pocket and slip it into the key lock in front of him, the sound of a door opening behind him caused Chris to turn around and see who else was up at this time of night.
Well, well, well...look who it is.
"I had a good time, as well...I'll see you in the morning." The younger female commented to the person she'd just been visiting with, before turning around and almost hitting the roof when she saw Chris standing down the hall from her, looking at her in amusement. "Jesus Christ, Chris! You scared the hell out of me...what are you doing out here so late?"
Knowing that Trish was trying to take the spotlight off of her and put it on him caused Chris to chuckle a little before showing the petite blonde the pack of Ritz crackers he had in one hand and the carton of Marbolo lights he had in the other. "Got a craving for some salt and nicotine so I went down to the third floor vending machine. And I'm guessing from the door that you just came out of, that you had a craving for a young and fresh post pubescent boy, so you went and visited Mr. Hardy."
If looks could kill, Chris knew he would've been a dying man--which caused him to laugh even harder.
"For your information, oh bleached blonde one, Jeff and I were just discussing our new story line for next week and how kissing one another onscreen could potentially effect our friendship off-screen. Nothing more, nothing less."
While raising an amused eyebrow at this information, Chris questioningly asked: "At two o'clock in the morning," a question which Trish didn't even have to answer 'cause the sudden redness of her cheeks gave it away. "It's okay, blondie, your secret is safe with me--and all the other Jericho-holics in the world."
Knowing that the man in front of her was just messing with her caused Trish to roll her eyes at the comment but then she couldn't help but smile a little when she remembered something from before, "You wouldn't dare say a word to anyone about this--unless you wanted the entire locker room to hear about that little incident you had with me a couple months ago after Stephanie and Paul's engagement party, now would you?"
As the images of that night in question popped into his head, Chris couldn't help but sober up very quickly. "Point taken...you don't tell and I wont tell."
"Thought you'd see things my way." Trish smirked, before letting out a dramatic yawn; signaling the end of their conversation for the night. "Well, it's been a long day, I think I'll go hit the hay...see you in the morning?"
Any sarcastic comment that he would've thrown at that response a couple of minutes ago was soon washed away by the remembrance of Trish's threat. "Yeah, see you in the morning..."
Bitch.
After taking a long hot shower and finishing it off with a couple of puffs on his latest guilty habit, Chris figured that he would be almost dying to get into his bed right now. But unfortunately that wasn't the case.
"Insomnia, thy name is Christopher."
Looking around the hotel room he was in, Chris mentally made a list of things he could do to make himself tired in a couple of minutes and after a few seconds of weighing the pro's and con's of everything he had brought on the road with him, he decided that his laptop would do the trick and proceeded to get online.
"I used to have no problems sleeping in school. Maybe if I log onto a site about George Washington, I'll be out like a light."
Even though he figured everyone on his buddy list was either asleep right now or out at some local club trying to dance their adrenaline rush away, Chris couldn't help but take a look at his buddy list and after doing so, he couldn't help but smile a little.
"We meet again."
After taking a second to think of a witty first sentence, Chris began to type.
Blondboybrwn: Looks like I'm not the only one suffering from a case of insomnia tonight. Whoever came up with this disease should be shot, maimed, and killed.
After a couple of seconds with no response, Chris made a move to type that he had just been kidding but before he could do so, a response showed up on his computer screen.
Brwnhairgrl: Or atleast asked to pay for all the emotional stress that people have to endure in the morning thanks to their boss not getting any sleep the night before...I'm sure there have been plenty of times in the past when everyone I worked with would've loved to collect on that one.
While chuckling at the comment, Chris began to type his next question.
Blondboybrwn: If you don't mind me asking...what do you do for a living?
There was a small pause after Chris had hit the enter key causing him to wonder if the woman he was talking to had fallen asleep on him.
Blondboybrwn: Sorry if that was too personal, you don't have to answer.
This time the response came much quicker.
Brwnhairgrl: No, it's fine...I'm sure you're not a stalker or anything. Me, along with my brother, help my father run the family business.
Chris's hands froze at the comment. He knew it couldn't be possible that the person he was talking to could be the person that interrupted his thoughts almost every second of every day but the way that the woman had described her job caused him to think that maybe it could be her.
After thinking for a second, he typed out a short question, trying to see if it was her or not.
Blondboybrwn: If you don't mind me asking again...what kind of business do you guys run?
There was another small pause before the woman responded, this time a little faster than before.
Brwnhairgrl: Dry cleaning...my brother and I help my father run our families dry cleaning company...and you?
Even though he was kind of let down that it wasn't who he thought it was, Chris couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief while typing:
Blondboybrwn: I play in a band. I'm the lead singer of this rock group. But you've probably never even heard of it--we mostly do cover songs.
There was a small pause before a response popped up on his screen.
Brwnhairgrl: I'm not reallya big fan of cover bands but one of my best friends is...I'm sure if I gave her the name of the band, she'dprobably recognize it..
After reading her response, Chris quickly began to type in his answer to her unasked question but another message popped up before he could finish.
Brwnhairgrl: Hey, I have to run, I just remembered I have a meeting first thing in the morning so I'll talk to you some other time, okay?
Before Chris could hit enter, a response saying that Brwnhairgrl had signed off flashed across his screen causing him to have to delete his last message:
Blondboybrwn: I highly doubt it, we're pretty small...but our group is called Fozzy, if you're really interested.
Next part soon.
