Ch. 9
A/N: Hey people, sorry for the late update. No, I didn't abandon the story, I'm just a slow writer, and a lazy one. Thanks for all the reviews, and keep them coming. I had a pretty fun time writing this chapter. Enjoy, and Review!!
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"Lita," Jeff screamed from upstairs.
"What do you want," she screamed back, not trying to hide the annoyance in her voice. This wasn't the first time he had called her. It was going on the 5th time. And ever time it was for something different. The first time he couldn't find his shirt. The second time he couldn't find his hair dye. The third time he lost his shoe. Lita was so annoyed that she couldn't even remember what he lost the fourth time. All she knew was that he was calling her again.
"I can't find my…..never mind."
She ran a hand through her hair as Jeff came sliding down the handrail. He jumped off the end and came running into the living room where Lita was sitting. Her crutches were laid up against the side of the couch. It had been a month since Lita's accident. She still had no feeling in her leg, but she was used to it by now. She was forced to use crutches for the time being. She was still strength training 4 times a week with Kelly. Right now though, her leg was in a brace, thanks to Jake. She was staying at Jeff's house, which was basically her home away from home, even when she wasn't injured.
"What did you lose this time?"
"I thought I lost my sun glasses, but they were……"
"On your head," Lita interrupted with a stern look on her face.
"Hehe, yeah," Jeff said uneasily rubbing at the back of his neck. He looked like such a little kid that if she was so annoyed at him, she would have been laughing.
"Your gunna get the best of me Jeffery, you know that right."
"Yeah, yeah what ever you say," Jeff said. He grabbed the remote from off the coffee table and flipped the channel. It was around time for Raw to start, so Jeff made sure to turn it on. They saw the WWE opening play, which included one of Lita's best moonsault. A/N: If you WWE fans have ever seen the being of any WWE show, you can see Hulk Hogan and the Rock. If you pay close attention, you can see Lita's moonsault.
McKenzie, Lita's dog jumped up on her lap just before Raw's theme music started playing. Jeff's arm went around Lita's shoulder as they sat there watching Raw together.
"Weighting in at 240 lbs, John Cena," Lillian announced as John and Trish came out from back stage. They were pumped, and booked for a match. Well, technically John as booked for a match, but Trish felt like it was her match also. They were in the main event. They had only been together for a month, but it felt right. John never felt like he was getting held back. He actually started taking some of Trish's advice, and it led him to main evening Raw. He was on his way to getting a title shot against the current WWE champion, Triple H.
John slid into the ring with Trish right on his tail. He took of his shirt and threw it to the crowd. Then he took off his dog tags, gave them a quick kiss before handing them to Trish. Trish left the ring as John waiting on his opponent for the night, Ric Flair.
Wooooooooooo!!
Ric flair's theme song started to play as he made his way down to the ring, sporting a pink, and fluffy robe. Once everyone was in the ring, the bell was rung.
A couple punches were thrown, John getting the upper hand and getting Flair down to the ground. John picked him up and gave him a quick close line. He turned back around and delivered another cloth line. The match was going at a slow pace for a while, both men getting the upper hand at some points. John bashed Ric Flair in the head, and Flair instantly bent over gripping his face. John knew this was time for his high spot. He climbed to the top rope and delivered a leg drop to the back of Ric's neck. Flair hit the ground like a ton of bricks. John went for the pin.
1…..2….Kick out!
John got up, the frustration leaving his body through his violent language. He picked Flair up and began beating on him. A couple of suplexes later and Ric was perfectly set up for one of John's signature moves, The 5 Knuckle Shuffle. He taunted to the crowed as he ran to bounce off the ropes. Before he went through with it, he caught a look of a certain diva out of the corner of his eye. He turned his attention to entrance ramp as he saw none other than Stephanie McMahon, wife of the WWE champion, run down to ring side and catch Trish from behind. Trish hit the ground from being hit so unexpectedly. John was about to help her but was caught by Flair with a low blow. John grasped himself in protection as Flair got the roll up.
1……2…..3!
The match was over.
Stephanie was already making her way back up the ramp; look proud of what she just accomplished. Trish was slowly getting up, holding the back of her head. She was giving Stephanie a death glare. John rolled out of the ring, still holding onto himself. Trish and John ignored Lillian as she announced Ric Flair as the winner. Trish and John got into the back, both angered by what just happened. They could tell that Raw was off air by all the camera men starting to pack up equipment. They walked all the way to their locker room, both glad that they weren't stopped by anyone on the way there.
Once inside the locker John opened up the mini fridge and pulled out an ice pack. He wrapped it in one of his shirts and handed it to Trish. She accepted it and held it up against the back of her head.
"I hate her," Trish said between gritted teeth.
"I know how you feel. I can't wait to get my hands on HHH. She didn't get you too bad, did she?"
"No, but seeing how much wrestling she actually does, I'm surprised she actually did this much damage."
"All these diva's these day, except you and Lita of course, cant wrestle for shit. It gets me so pissed off to see them parading around the ring in barely any clothes."
"I know what you mean. Just be lucky you don't have to share a locker room with them all." Trish said to John as she repositioned the ice pack.
"Hey, I have shared a locker room with Randy before, and let me tell you, men in Speedos are not my idea of a good time."
"I would rather share a room full of men in Speedos then have to listen to the divas talk about which superstar looks hot."
"Wait, any of them say anything about me," John asked, dropping his extra pair of clothes. He turned around and lifted an eyebrow, waiting for the answer. Trish slapped him on the arm with her free hand. "Hey, I was just wondering."
"Keep it in your pants. I'm gonna go get changed then call Li and Jeff. Maybe you can stop fantasying about the divas by the time I get back. Either that, or introduce yourself to your hand." John looked at her in a funny way. It wasn't until she was almost in the bathroom that he realized what she meant. "Heeey."
Lita was lying down in bed, looking up at the ceiling. She and Jeff finished watching Raw a couple hours ago. They were both pretty pissed about what Steph had done to Trish, but they knew she would get her pay back soon enough. Jeff was in the bathroom that was connected to the room Lita was laying in, which happened to be Jeff's room. Jeff didn't want Lita to sleep by herself in the guest room, so he and Chris moved the bed into Jeff's room.
"Hey Jeff?"
"Yea."
"I'm bored, come out here and entertain me."
"I'm busy."
Lita was now in a sitting position. She and Jeff played this game all the time. They would talk through the door until one of them ended up giving in.
"Well, stop being busy and make me un-bored."
"How about you stop being bored so I can still be busy."
"Jeff, that made no sense."
"In my mind it did."
"Everything makes sense in that simple mind of yours."
"Very true."
By now, Lita was all the way up against the bathroom door, crutches and all.
"Soo, are you still busy?"
"Yep." Lita put her hand on the door knob, still playing along. "Are you sure you're still busy?"
"Yep."
"What about….now," she said as she opened the door. Jeff fell out of the bathroom and onto the hard wood floor. "Are you still busy?"
"Well I was, until someone ripped me from the bathroom, and forced me on the ground in an abusive manner."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"Are you sure you weren't leaning against the bathroom door….taunting me."
"Mee? No way."
"Very funny," she said crutching her way back to the bed. "And why are you out of bed."
"Jeff, I don't need to be in bed all the time. And plus, I was bored."
"Li, I don't want you to tire yourself out. You need to save your strength for training."
"You sound like my mom."
"As long as I don't start growing boobs, I'm alright." Lita burst out laughing. It was these little things Jeff said that made her want to hug him….she meant kiss him…no….stay in his arms forever…NO…she mentally kicked herself. She couldn't stop herself from thinking the way she did. The more time she spent with Jeff, the more she had feelings for him. Even Nicole, who she saw 4 times a week, noticed it. Every time Jeff left the room; Nicole would look at her strange, or ask her why she didn't tell him her feelings. And every time she would have the same answer, "he doesn't feel for me the way I feel for him."
Lita snapped out of it when she saw Jeff's hand moving up and down in front of her face. "Li, stop zoning out."
"Sorry Jeffy. I was just….never mind."
"What were you just….."
"I was just thinking about stuff."
"What kinda stuff. Does this kind of stuff involve your best friend?"
"No, I was not thinking about Randy."
"Very funny," Jeff said. a sign of hurt flashed through his eyes, then went away instantly. Lita picked up on this fast and corrected herself. "You know I'm just kidding, right Jeffy?" His eyes turned back to his goofy old self by the sound of her voice. "Yea Li, I know," he said putting his arm around her. She smiled at him, and then leaned back, both of them falling back from their sitting position on the bed. They stayed like that for a couple minutes, just laying there.
Then Jeff said, "You really are my best friend, you know that right."
No answer.
He turned his head and looked over at her, their faces becoming extremely close. But it didn't seem like Lita cared, or maybe the reason was because she was soundly sleeping. Jeff laughed to himself, and then swung his legs off the bed. He took a blanket off the end of the bed and gently draped it over her. He unhooked her brace, making sure not to wake her up. He dropped the cast next to crutches. He gave her a small kiss on her head before climbing his bed.
Jeff was woken up the next morning by the sound of Lita's theme song. He picked up the phone, took one look at the caller ID and then threw it against the wall. The phone just landed on the ground with a thud, and kept on ringing. It played for about 4 more seconds before finally stopping. Finally I can sleep some more before Li wakes up. Two seconds later, Lita's phone started playing Randy's theme song.
It was all part of the on going bet, that they all just happened to have when they were drunk. It was really interesting to watch the person who was most drunk wake up to find out what there ring tone was. It was especially funny when Trish, Stacy, or one of the other divas was along. Watching the guys wake up to Stacy's theme song was classic.
"Jeff can you get that I'm busy," Lita screamed from the bathroom. Jeff groaned and turned over, thinking the redhead was still sleeping. It also stopped playing, Jeff finally able to get some peace and quiet.
"Who was on the phone," Lita asked as she made her way out of the bathroom. She laid her eyes on Jeff, who was currently lying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. Then she looked over to her side of the room, to see her phone where she left it. She went over to it, crutches in hand. She sat down on the bed, and looked at who called her. It was Chris. She called him back, and as she waited for someone to pick up, she noticed Jeff's phone across the room on the floor. She shook her head as Chris picked up the phone.
"Li, where are you and Jeff," he said quickly.
"Hello to you to. We are at home. Where else would we be at 7:30 in the morning?"
"Well why didn't you guys answer the phone the first time I called."
"Well, I was getting ready, and Jeff is lazy."
"Good point. Anyway, I was calling you guys to see if you remembered that everyone's getting together today. And, we had a vote." Lita didn't like the sound of this. Chris quickly continued before Lita could say anything. "And…we decided that were all going to your house."
"Christopher!" Lita yelled at him. It was never a good thing when the gang came to your house. It always ended up getting trashed some way or another.
"What's that…umm…Randy…ok coming."
"Chris you're such a liar Randy's not even at your house."
"Soo…well got to go, see you in a little while Red," he said before shutting his phone.
Lita looked at her phone then slammed it shut and tossed it on the bed.
"Jeffery get your ass up," she yelled, still mad at the fact that they were about to have 6 more people pile in her…Jeff's house. When Jeff didn't move, Lita decided to take things into her own hands, and get Jeff up. She went over to Jeff's bed, which only took around two big swings, since Jeff's room wasn't very big to begin with. Now with another bed in there, it didn't take much to get to the other side. Other than the two beds, there was a side table in-between, along with a lamp, a closet, and the attached bathroom branching off on the side. Not to mention the fact that there were many big paintings hanging on the wall, all painted by Jeff. Lita also helped a little. Once she was at Jeff's bed, she screamed at him one more time. When she got nothing she lifted up a crutch, and pushed Jeff's hip with the end. She ended up pushing harder than she thought, Jeff ended up rolling all the way over and onto the floor.
"Jeff," Lita exclaimed, putting the crutch back on the floor and going around the bed seeing if he was ok. He slowly got up, rubbing his back. "I'm up, I'm up."
"Sorry bout that. Anyway, we have to get ready, the gang is coming later." Jeff's eyes shot open, realizing that it wasn't going to end up pretty. "Yeah, I and the same reaction," Lita said, after seeing Jeff's face. "But Liiii, I don't want our house to be trashed."
Jeff didn't catch what he said, but Lita did. He said our house, like both of us. Even though most people wouldn't think this was a big deal, Lita did. And she didn't know why.
The door bell rang and Jeff jumped up to get it. As soon as he opened the door he was greeted by Chris, Trish, John, Adam, Randy, and Stacy. The all piled into the house, saying hi to Lita as they piled into the living room. Jeff shut the door and joined them.
"So Li, how you feeling?" Chris asked.
"I'm still feeling nothing," she said looking at her leg which was now in its metal brace. An awkward silence started to form, but it was quickly broken by Jeff. "So what makes you guy want to come over my house?"
"We though that it would be nice to get together with the whole gang. We rarely get to spend any time together, and this is a once in a life time chance that we all have off from work." Chris said. He was the one who always planned their get together, even if he gave them very little time to prepare. "And why did you have to pick my house," Jeff asked, knowing that Chris didn't want Lita to have to leave the house. They could have easily gone to anyone else's house, because they all lived close by.
They didn't always live near each other. But since they hung out most of the time, they decided to all get houses close to each other. And after a long fight, Jeff, Lita, and Matt won, making everyone else move to Cameron. "Quit whining and go get me a beer." Chris said to Jeff. Everyone else agreed quickly, and Jeff reluctantly left the room to get 8 beers. He came back with all 8 beers in hand, and passed them out to each person in the room. They all started drinking and talking. They talked about the up coming story lines in Raw. They also talked about, or at least the guys talked about, building on to the motor cross ramps in the back of Jeff's house. They talked about how they wanted them to be huge, taller than Jeff's house. Since they all had bikes, they all thought this was a great idea. The girls on the other hand, disagreed immediately. The three of them didn't want to have to watch as the guys risked there lives doing stupid things.
They talked for a couple more hours, 5 to be exact. By that time, all of them had at least 3 beers, the guys having even more. Right now, Lita was sitting on the couch next to Trish and Stacy, as they all watched the 5 guys wrestle on the ground. They were all teaming up on John, since he was the biggest. And all of them were as drunk as hell. Once they got John on the ground, Adam went for the cover, and Randy jumped on Adams back. This action was mimicked by Chris, and finally Jeff, who sat on top. Meanwhile all the girls were laughing so hard that they were all holding each other up. John on the other hand was gasping for air under the weight of 4 men, all weighing over 200 pounds.
"1, 2, 3!" the girls all shouted through there giggles. Adam tried to sit up, which caused Jeff too fall off the top of the pile. He landed hard on the floor, next came Chris, then Randy. Adam tried to stand up, but he was so drunk that he fell back down to the ground. He landed on a couple beer cans, which was pretty impossible not to do. There was around 40 beer cans on the ground, some in good shape, but most of them were crushed.
The whole group stayed where they were for a little while, too tired and to drunk to move. "What time is it?" Stacy asked, her words were slightly slurred. Jeff took out his cell phone, but couldn't see the numbers straight. "Li, what does it say?" he asked while holding the phone up in the air. "Jeff quit moving it around," she said as she tried to read it. Her head was throbbing, and she was struggling to stay awake, and Jeff not staying still wasn't helping. She grabbed the phone out of his hand and looked at the time. "It's 2:46."
"I think I need another beer," Randy said. He stood up from his spot on the ground and made his way over to the kitchen. Randy was the only one in the group who was able to get up almost perfectly even when he was hammered. Meanwhile everyone else, who was on the ground or on the couch, was unable to move. Randy came back with a beer in each hand, and sat down on the arm of the couch. "So guys, lets play a game," Randy suggested.
He moved his eyes from the girls on the couch to the guys on the ground. John was lying there, throwing beer cans at Adams head. Adam was just lying there, staring at the ceiling. Chris and Jeff were sitting up against the 2 chairs in the room, fighting over who got to pet McKenzie. The tiny dog was obviously trying to get to Lita, annoyed by both men. Lita was resting her head on the arm of the couch, hoping that it would relive her head ache. And Trish and Stacy were watching all of this, and giggling uncontrollably
"Guys!" Randy shouted.
"Randy, stop yelling," Lita said rubbing at her temples.
"Sorry, but you guys are boring."
"I wanna play a game," John said once he ran out of beer cans to throw at Adam. Adam sat up, and about 20 beer cans fall off his body. "I'll play."
Jeff quickly turned his attention to the others. "I wanna play a game too."
"Me too," Chris added in. Randy looked at the girls.
"Would you lovely ladies like to play?"
"How can we say no to that face," Stacy said. Randy grinned as he made his way to the floor. All the guys were already there, sitting in a circle. Trish and Stacy both slid off the couch and sat in the circle next to Randy and Adam. Everyone then looked up at Lita, who now how McKenzie in her lap. "Li, you gonna play?" Randy asked her. She looked around at everyone looking at her, her eyes meeting up with Jeff's green one for a couple seconds. "No, I think I'll pass for tonight. My head hurts and I'm going to go to sleep." Jeff, who looked more than concerned, started to get up. "What are you doing?" Lita asked him as she reached for her crutches.
"Helping you."
"Sorry to say Jeff, but I don't think you drunken self is going to make it any easier for me. I'll be ok. Trust me." Jeff sat back down; a slight look of pain crossed his face. Lita pushed McKenzie off her lap, and the tiny dog jumped right onto Jeff. Lita stood up with the help of her crutches, and it was Trish who got up after her.
"Here Li, I'll help you." Trish said. She and Lita both had the least to drink, unlike everyone else. Lita accepted Trish's offer, after realizing that making it up to her room would be most impossible without help. Lita slowly crutched out of the room with Trish by her side. Jeff watched them until the two divas left his sight. Then he looked back at the others, who looked like one fucked up bunch. There was a small silence before it was broken by Randy's drunken voice.
"Let the games begin."