Truth, Lies and Love
Disclaimer: Same as always, I don't own anything.
Rating: PG-13+ for language and sexual references
Note: Carmella, Nidia, Jazz, Gail Kim, Miss Jackie, Ivory and Dawn Marie are all still under contracts in this story, however, Sable is not. Story is short for this chapter, but gets longer as we go by. ALSO the story is in Lita's point of view, in her journal entries. Enjoy!
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December 20th, 2004
One day until the party. Huh, I'm so excited. Not. Stacy suggested Victoria, Christy, Molly, Jackie and myself stay at her and Christy's hotel rooms (right next door to each other) for the night, for some beauty rest (yes, she said that!) and then tomorrow we can all get ready for the party together, maybe help each other out if we need to. I finally told all the girls what my outfit's gonna be, they said I will look gorgeous in it. Then they said I would "knock Jericho dead" so I had to kill them. They're laughing at me again. Be back later.
December 21st, 2004
Oh god, oh god, oh god, OH GOD. Okay, I'm in the bathroom here, writing in you. I'm so shocked at what just happened that my writing is all jumbled because I can't keep my head straight. My head is spinning. Okay. Lemme just start at the beginning. OKAY.
First we all got ready in Stace's hotel room. On a side note, Molly looked so hot in her little devil's outfit. I told everyone what mine is (remember, I said so in yesterday's entry) - but I wouldn't let them see it. Instead I wore this long black coat over it. The other guys tried to wrestle the coat off of me, but I fought them off. So anyways, us girls got there early so the guys couldn't see us when they came in. We went upstairs and started fixing ourselves up, making sure nothing was out of place, that everything was perfect - you know, just a little last minute preperation. Stephanie walked in about half an hour later, in a witch's outfit, and said the guys had arrived and we could go downstairs if we wanted to.
So we did. The girls headed downstairs first, because they found their partners easily. I couldn't see Jericho at first, he was kinda hiding in the shadows - all dressed in black. I dropped my coat (so dramatic, it was quite funny seeing the grins on the girls' faces) and I heard a few gasps (Trish, she was stunned). Dropping my coat, I revealed a white mini-dress, white fishnets (for my legs), fluffy white boots, wings... I was an angel. I even had the halo.
As I walked down the stars, I saw Chris Jericho take off his sunglasses at the sight of me. I saw his eyebrows go up. WAY up. He looked so shocked. I walked over to him, he was still lookin' pretty shocked.
"Lita... you... um... whoa. Yeah." He looked pretty flustered now.
I stared down at my fluffy boots, toeing the floor, then looked out at all the happy couples drinking and dancing together. They were all enjoying themselves, twirling and spinning, music softly playing the background. I just thought that maybe I could have that for one night only, even if I didn't like the guy at all.
"Wanna dance?" we both blurted out at the same time. I don't know why I did or said it, I hate the guy, as if I'd want his roving hands all over me, but I was on such a high, my head was floating with the clouds. I felt myself blush slightly when he didn't say anything, just took my hand and spun me out onto the dance floor. And because I was all weird, I was staring out the window at the harbour and all the pretty lights nearby, and it felt so strange not to (it was slow ass song) I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his chest.
And I cannot believe I am even writing this, but he smelt so GOOD, clean and fresh, just like Ivory soap. After a few moments, the music stopped - I assumed they were putting another song on or doing something else. Someone yelled out something to Jericho, he just grinned weakly. I was just standing there like, "what the hell is going on here?" when Jericho grabbed my cheeks, pulled my closer to his face and closed the distance between our lips. He tasted... sweet.
Cannot friggin' believe I just wrote that.
I stood there shocked as hell, when suddenly he broke free. "Uhhh?" is all I could manage to say, I swear I was more stunned than he was when he saw me walking down the stairs in my angel costume. His sparkling baby blue eyes glinted as he pointed upward.
"Mistletoe," he grinned, before walking over to Randy Orton and Christy, who were beckoning him over to them, smirks on their faces. I realised everyone was staring at me, so I shot them all my deadliest, bitchiest stare and turned on my heel and stalked back into the bathroom. So now I'm in a stall, sitting on the toilet lid. God, I'm so retarded.
Great. I hear a voice. Someone's come looking for me. Oh shit. It's Trish. Just pretend I'm not here!
