Summertime Girls Got It Goin' On
She was the last to exit the car, a glare sent to Trish after she had caught sight of a certain relative of the blond's. "If I had known he would be here..." Lita shook her head, trailing off as they were approached by Trish's cousin and his best friend. She turned around and moved to the back of the car, intending to grab her bags, but as she reached into the opened trunk, another beat her to it. She scowled at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
Chris Jericho sent her a smirk, shouldering her duffel bag and setting her other piece of luggage down, the rolling kind. He extended the handle and held it firmly in his hand. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Lita's scowl deepened. "I don't need your help."
An eye roll from the man, Jericho moving aside in order for Jay Reso to pull the last of the bags out of the trunk. Trish's, no doubt. He trekked towards the beach house, Lita right behind him. "I never said that you needed my help, just thought I would be nice-"
"For a change," muttered the redhead.
Chris grinned. True enough, the two had never really gotten along. Although, contrary to what his cousin's best friend might think, it wasn't because he disliked her. No, he liked her...which was his main problem. He *liked* her. But, instead of getting into her good graces and hoping that she like him back, he annoyed her (as childish as that might sound). Which he found very amusing. She definitely looked cute when she was angry. Of course, he also hoped that she had managed to like him regardless of how much she thought of him as a pain in the ass. Although, judging from the prominent scowl on her pretty features... he seriously doubted it. Oh well...
"How was your trip?" he decided to ask as the pair entered the beach house they had rented for the summer. While it was somewhat pricey, the need for enough space for a dozen college-bound teenagers had won against the cheapskates of the group. . . And, the beach house was a good choice not only because it had six bedrooms, but it also included a basement that was transformed into an entertainment room complete with a fully stocked bar, although they weren't of legal drinking age, yet, an attic that was made into another bedroom, and a large-sized kitchen. Good times would definitely be had inside the beach house.
"It was interesting enough," Lita replied and she hesitated before she asked him the same.
Chris chuckled, "Same. Of course, Jay, Ads, and I flew-"
"Obviously, seeing as y'all are from Canada."
He nodded and silence fell over them. Chris no longer leading, instead the pair walked side by side. And from the corner of his eye, he noticed that she seemed to be looking at him every so often. . . he thought that she was probably figuring out a way to get her bags back. He smiled to himself.
Lita cleared her throat. "So, um, decided on who you're rooming with, yet?"
His smile grew into a wide grin and he quickly glanced over at her, catching her eye for a moment. "Maybe, maybe not. . . You offering on splitting a room with me?"
Lita snorted and reached out to open the door to the house. She was the first to enter, but held the door open long enough for him to enter as well. She left for the kitchen where the arguing voices of John and Adam Copeland were clearly heard, but before she could make her way out of the room, she turned and sent him a look that clearly said 'you wish'.
Hell yeah, he wished.
So far, only seven of them had arrived to the beach house. The other five still on the road, which could possibly be blamed for the need to visit random roadside attractions by one group and failure to navigate by the other. Personally, Lita was very glad to have been with the group she had been with. Set aside the fact that John had played his ridiculous music for the last leg of the trip and that Jeff had driven for that part. The Hardy boy usually ignored the speed limit, but thankfully they hadn't gotten into any accidents or been stopped by the law.
"I could hear you nimrods all the way outside," said Lita as she hoisted herself up on the kitchen counter. She looked from one man to the other, eyebrow arched. "What exactly are y'all arguing about because all I'm getting is a bunch of bitchin'."
They glared at her.
Adam then ran a hand over his long, blond hair. He clearly looked frustrated. Adam pointed an accusing finger at the other man. "Asshole over here is *eating* my food."
Lita blinked before she turned to John, who held a piece of fruit in his hand. John rolled his eyes and took another bite of the half-eaten apple. "Yo' name wasn't on it," he said, the bitten piece of fruit visible inside his mouth.
Lita shuddered. "Please, don't. Weren't you ever taught that it's rude to talk with your mouth full?"
"And that you shouldn't take what wasn't yours? It's called stealing, you reekazoid." Adam huffed.
John mocked him. And at that point, the rest of the arrivals had entered the kitchen as well, bags deposited in the living room. They watched in amusement. They were arguing about a piece of *fruit*. Cena swallowed and held the fruit next to his mouth for another bite, but before he took a bite repeated, "Yo' name wasn't on it."
The tallest of the blond men growled and then tackled the other man down to the ground. He caught John in surprise, causing him to drop the apple and choke on the bit inside his mouth.
Their friends watched in surprise.
"Adam!" Lita exclaimed, the redhead the first to get over the initial shock of Adam's actions. She jumped off from the counter and stepped in between the wrestling duo, successfully breaking Adam's hold on John, whose face was beet red from oxygen deprivation. Ads had gotten him into a chokehold, the blond man rubbing his knuckles furiously against the top of John's head.
"You're *cough* fucking *cough, cough* crazy," John sputtered.
"Next time, *don't* eat my food!"
"It was just an apple!"
"*Not* the point."
John blinked. "You're fucking crazy."
Adam rolled his eyes. "You owe me an apple."
"Like hell I do, you practically tried to killed me! I don' owe you shit."
"Cena-"
"Ads, quiet! You, too, John. God!" Lita shook her head in disbelief. She looked at Adam, "I'll buy you another damn apple." She turned to John, "And, you! Keep your hands to yourself!"
The two men only glared at the other. The kitchen was silent until...
"I can't believe you were arguing over a piece of fruit." Trish muttered.
And Chris and Jay's laughter soon followed, Jeff looking amused.
Maybe they should have rented a second house.
