A/N: So glad you guys are loving this crazy story, which has taken on a mind of its own. This is not what I originally planned, but when something changes, you just go with it, right! Anyways, hope you like this chapter, it was pretty fun to right so I hope it's equally fun to read. And if afterwards, you want to click that little review button, I wouldn't hate you for it. ;) Enjoy!

"That's really pretty!"

Stephanie put the blouse back on the rack. If that little bimbo thought that it was pretty, then Stephanie didn't want to touch it. To Barbie, pretty probably meant slutty and Stephanie, unlike her shopping "buddy," was not a slut. Stephanie had discerning taste and didn't just settle for whatever dick just happened to get up at the thought of her. She imagined that's what life was like for little Barbie Blank. At the mention of dick she was probably on her knees in record time. She just hoped this had not happened with her and Chris. But since she was on this little excursion with Barbie, she might as well make the most of it.

It wasn't like she could get out of it. She'd made no mention of what the blonde had said about going shopping, had pushed it clear out of her mind so when she opened her suite door this morning, she hadn't been expecting the bubbly, young bobblehead to be right outside her door. Her smile was smack-worthy and it took all of Stephanie's strength not to do just that. Barbie, in her ignorance had told her they were going shopping today and then she'd pulled Stephanie along. She'd been too shocked at the intrusion to her life to fully protest until she was shoved into the back of a smelly cab and told to go to the nearest mall.

"Why did you put that back, it would look so cute on you!" Barbie said, pulling the shirt back out and pressing it against Stephanie's chest. "Oh my God, you should buy it."

"It's not for me," she said coolly, trying to put it back again, but Barbie wasn't letting go of it.

"Of course it is! You would look so pretty in it, buy it! Buy it! Buy it!"

Stephanie looked around at some of the other people who were starting to stare at them. Stephanie grabbed the shirt and held it. "Fine, I'll take it." Barbie looked like she'd just won the lottery and Stephanie grit her teeth. She'd just donate it to charity when she got home. That way someone else could benefit from it.

"You're going to look so pretty," Barbie said in a sing-song voice.

"Sure," Stephanie said, walking away and going to another part of the store, but like a little puppy who had lost its way, Barbie was right next to her, looking over her shoulder. Well, wait, no, Barbie was too short to look over Stephanie's shoulder so she kept looking around Stephanie's shoulder and it was startling when Stephanie was looking at something and Barbie's head would just pop up out of nowhere. She needed a collar with a bell on it like a cat so Stephanie could be aware of when she was sneaking up on her.

"You will, you should wear it tonight," Barbie said, nodding her head. "At SmackDown."

"No thanks, I like to be comfortable when I'm not on-screen," she responded.

"Oh come on, please, pretty, pretty please, you will look so stunning in it," Barbie told her.

"I'll think about it," Stephanie said, just to appease her and shut her up. People were looking at her like she was a child and although she was pretty much was, Stephanie didn't want to be associated with a semi-grown woman acting like a child. She liked to exude an air of confidence and sophistication, not candy and teeny-bopper shit.

"Okay," Barbie said, appeased by the answer.

"So what exactly is going on with you and Chris?" Stephanie asked, pretending to be making conversation and not prying for information. "You two have seemed pretty chummy lately, hanging out and what not."

"I think he likes me!" Barbie said excitedly, clutching the shirt she had in her hand. "I really think he does."

He liked using her. That's all Stephanie believed. She knew Chris had…tendencies, like any man, to gravitate towards the sluttier of their species, but for a relationship, there was no way Chris would put up with someone this juvenile. Stephanie had barely been tolerating her for the past hour and a half, there was no way Chris could spend hours upon hours with this level of banality and not want to shoot his brains out or carve his brain out with a butter knife, anything to be away from this torturous woman. If the government needed any help with getting information from detainees, they should just stick them in a room with Barbie Blank.

"That's great, have you guys kissed or anything?" Stephanie asked, wondering if Chris would actually put his lips on this girl.

"No, nothing yet," Barbie said and she seemed a little bummed, though Stephanie was happy for that. "But I think he will. Maybe I should seduce him!" Barbie burst out laughing, but Stephanie was nearly sick to her stomach. That would be the most disgusting thing she could think of and she shuddered.

"Do you really think he'd like that?"

"Yes, what guy doesn't, in my experience, they love that."

Oh that girl, she was just digging the hole deeper and deeper. "Some of them."

"All the ones I've been with have," Barbie shrugged. Stephanie rolled her eyes as she busied herself looking at a shirt. "Maybe we should invite Chris to come shopping with us, I bet he would."

Stephanie looked up sharply, "You think so?"

"Sure, I'm going to call him," Barbie said, grabbing her phone from her purse and dialing Chris's number. "Hello, Chris, it's me…you know who me is…no, don't joke like that!" Barbie giggled in that irritating way she had. "Stephanie and I are shopping and you should come join us, it would be really fun…yeah…come on! Great! Bye, see you soon, we're at Bloomingdales!"

Why did every sentence she spoke have to end like she was a at party and nobody could hear her? "Is he coming?"

"Yeah, he said he'll be here soon," Barbie said, holding in a squeal of anticipation. "I'm going to take him to Victoria's Secret and then I'll maybe let him pick something out, but I won't tell him I'm going to use it on him. Then he'll still get a surprise."

"Yeah, that'll be a surprise."

Stephanie and Barbie looked around until Stephanie could feel Chris's presence. Barbie was oblivious like usual, but she could feel Chris's eyes skimming over her and she turned around. He was staring at her and she raised an eyebrow as he walked closer and closer to them. It wasn't until he was right next to them that Barbie got her head out of the clouds and turned to him. She grinned and threw her arms around him in embrace, one he didn't look too keen on returning, but, keeping his eyes trained on Stephanie, he hugged her back. Stephanie just rolled her eyes and turned back to the clothes.

"I'm so glad you made it," Barbie said. "Come on, let's go shopping somewhere else, I'm bored of this store."

Stephanie was bored of Barbie, but she was certainly not bored of Chris. Barbie grabbed Chris's hand and started pulling him out of the store. She sure liked pulling people around, pushy thing, she was. They left the store and went into the main mall thoroughfare. She dragged them over to a map where she started looking for the store she wanted to go to.

"How has your day been?" Chris asked and she swore she could hear the slightest twinge of amusement in it. He found it amusing she was stuck with this walking, talking doll. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye, but he didn't notice or he pretended not to notice.

"Great," Barbie gushed, "I think Stephanie and I are going to be the best of friends. We have so much in common."

Stephanie didn't know where the hell she got that idea. They'd barely talked and when they had, it had mostly been Stephanie grunting an answer while Barbie talked and talked, then talked a little more. Then she talked some more to compensate for the silence that Stephanie was grateful for. Chris looked over at her and he had that damning smirk on his face, like this was the funniest thing in the world to him and if she wasn't so damn attracted to him, she would kick him in the balls right now.

Barbie was pulling them again and Stephanie followed behind Chris, trying to keep her eyes off the way his ass looked in those jeans. No man should be as good-looking at Chris was. It was a crime against all the other men in the world. How she had worked with this man and not fucked his brains out already, she would never know. Before she could tell what was really happening, they were in Victoria's Secret and Stephanie walked quickly to see Chris's face and it was one of surprise and she hoped that other emotion was horror. Barbie started going around, looking at things and Stephanie followed.

"I just needed to get some shopping done," Barbie tried to pass it off like this was just a normal shop and for a girl who probably spent the majority of her time in just her bra and panties (or naked), it probably was, but Chris could see through that. "Let me know if you see anything you like."

"I think I see something I like," Chris said and Stephanie wasn't looking, but she liked to think that was meant for her. She looked at some of the underwear hanging around. She did like the store, but she wasn't really in the mood to buy anything right now. But then, on the other hand, if Barbie could try and seduce Chris, then why couldn't she? She went over to the lingerie section and pulled something out. It wasn't too over-the-top, but just enough that it would put images in Chris's mind. Images of her. "You like that?"

Stephanie looked over her shoulder and saw Chris standing there. Unlike Barbie, his presence was very welcome. "I was thinking about it, why?"

"They're nice," he told her. "If you like that kind of thing."

"Do you like that kind of thing?" she wondered, turning ever so slightly to just face him, but still keep half her face hidden from him.

"Not really," he said, "I guess I like my girls a little bolder. I don't need lingerie or anything like that…just the girl, the right girl."

"I see," Stephanie said, turning around fully, "well, I'm sure Barbie is just the right girl for you then."

"Like I don't see what she's trying to do," Chris scoffed.

"Oh, but Chris, I thought you liked the girl now," Stephanie told him, pursing her lips a little. "You've been hanging out, she tells me, and she really likes you and she thinks you really like her. Said you'll probably kiss her soon and everything. Here I thought you didn't like her, but I guess I was so very, very wrong."

"Has she been telling you that?"

"Are you saying she's wrong?" Stephanie asked him, staring him in the eyes.

"I'm not saying anything," he told her. "I just said I know what she's doing and it is pretty obvious that she wants me to pick something out for her."

"Yet here you are, around me, telling me that I don't need these kinds of things." He hadn't directly said it, but she was trying to gather information from him.

"I didn't say that about you."

"Are you saying it now?"

"I'm not saying anything," he told her, "was just asking if you thought they were nice."

"I don't know, I can't really picture myself in them, can you?"

"I can't picture myself in them either," he said smartly and she gazed coyly at him.

"That's not what I asked, Chris," she told him, her voice deepening and becoming huskier. "I asked if you could picture me in something like this. So can you?"

"Why would I have occasion to see you in something like this?" he asked back. He was trying to bait her into saying what she wanted. He was trying to get her to admit it, right here, in the middle of a Victoria's Secret, in the mall, in some random city they would leave behind and not think of again until they came back, with that blonde floozy standing a short ways away, not paying attention. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, not here.

"You wouldn't."

He looked a little taken aback, but composed himself. "I see. That's too bad then."

"Is it?"

"I would've liked a good laugh."