"I'm bored." He glanced over to her. She was lying on her bed, her eyes staring upward at the ceiling. The day had passed with no surprises, and now night had fallen and the moon casted
"Well, you're living a hiding life right now. I'm sorry my room isn't entertaining enough for you." he replied, going back to the book in his hands.
"I never took you as a reader." He glanced up again to find her now on her side, facing him.
"Yes, surprisingly, I was taught in my half assed school how to read." he smirked at her.
"Your school was probably better then mine." she replied, letting herself lie on her back again.
"I doubt it. You had to go to one of those rich schools, right? I'm sure they didn't serve what they served at my school.." he shuddered at the thought.
"Yeah, I went to one of those 'rich people' schools. They're horrible. I was brought up to see walking zombies..we all had to follow rules, and if we didn't, we'd get punished. No one liked being punished, so I basically sat every day of my school life in silence. It wasn't a great place to make friends, afterall." she let out a long sigh. "Most kids were even worse then me and my brother. They sort of looked down on us, because of the way my dad got his money. Wrestling was even worse off when I was a kid when it came to media. Everyone else besides us had money because their parents owned huge business chains, or even struck oil. We were 'those kids who's dad owned that weird company with all the sweaty guys'."
"Hey, see, now I'm one of the sweaty guys!" he grinned broadly.
"I'm glad school is over." she shook her head. "It was probably the worst days of my life. Thinking about it, my life hasn't gotten much better though. I'm stuck in here crying out my problems to some guy I was enemies with 3 days ago. Talk about pathetic." she shook her head.
"Not really. Hey, may I remind you my best friend is currently the guy who I fought with in the worst of matches for a year."
"Benoit?" she questioned.
"Yep. It's pretty quiet with him not around." he shrugged. "He really is nothing like me, but in the same way, he is."
"What do you mean?" she questioned.
"Well, I've known Benoit for years..we've been through all the same shit. The only real difference between us is that I'm loud and he's quiet. Even that's changing, or it was before he got hurt. He was getting confident with talking, just as confident as he is in the ring even. I tell you, he amazes me sometimes. I mean, if I had an injury like he does..I'd probably be out for the year. Him? No way, Chris Benoit will not stay down. He's basically only wearing one of those neck collars because the doctor's making him, not because he needs too." Jericho laughed, thinking how stubborn his friend was. 'He's worse then me sometimes..but only sometimes.'
"Well, Chris and I haven't had a great past either, but I'm glad to hear he's doing better." she replied.
"I know when he comes back, we'll probably go at each other's throats again. I have some weird friendships, that's for sure." he chuckled. "I think the only people I never fight with are the Hardy brothers and Lita. They fight enough on their own."
"And then you have me." she grinned.
"Hey, I think it's safe to say this is the first time I haven't wanted to kill you, it's a start." he put down the book he was holding. "I don't seem to be able to keep enemies long. Damn my good nature.."
"Well, if you think about it, every enemy turned friend you have had came from very odd situations. I mean, take for instance Benoit." she turned over so she was now laying on her stomach, facing him. "You two only ended up becoming friends because Regal and Angle were enemies to the both of you, making you work together. Chyna..well..that was my fault." he let out a small chuckle. "And me..well, we had the moment 3 months ago, which didn't end well..and the moment now."
"I just can't get rid of you, can I?" he asked jokingly. 'This moment is going to end bad too. I don't want it too, I'll even admit it now. This is so wrong.'
"Well, I don't usually end up getting along with many people that I used to hate, so I'd like to keep it that way. I mean, I haven't been able to really talk to someone like this for..years, I guess."
"How about your jackass ex-hubby?"
"Hunter? He was never really a husband, just one of those incredible look-alike ones. I've been so isolated because of my family name. Maybe that's the other reason why I was taken into Heyman's plot."
"Heyman knows exactly what hurts people, and he magnifies it. He did it to me, he fueled my desire to win..it consumes you, when he gets into your head. You start thinking like him." he shook his head. "After awhile, you become mindless, with only the thought of bloodshed. That is what makes ECW ECW. The carnage the wrestlers made."
"I wish I could help the people under his command. Most of them are really nice.." she sighed. "When Heyman wasn't around, they talked to me. I mean, they actually didn't mind me being the owner. They sort of just treated me like an equal."
"ECW is tight knit, but Heyman sort of destroys it. All the guys there are great--I met them all." he shrugged. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm a little tired. Can I turn the lights out?"
"Sure." she nodded. She got up, pulling the covers from their neat made spot so she could go under them as he reached for the light and flicked it off.
"Goodnight, Chris." he heard her whisper as she settled into her bed. He paused, briefly.
"Goodnight, Steph." he replied, just as softly.
***
"Up and at 'um!" Jericho was pretty cheerful for the time of the morning it was. He heard a small groan come from under a flurry of covers. 'Not a morning person, I suppose.'
"Go away." she muttered crossly.
"Now now, that's not very nice." he said, jokingly. "Come on, we're getting breakfast." He watched as she sat up groggily.
"But how am I going to get around without being noticed?" she asked, yawning.
"I got it ALL planned out. Here, put this stuff on." he tossed a few articles of clothing onto her bed, and she looked at them. Then she looked at him like he was insane.
"Are you crazy?"
"Well, you're living a hiding life right now. I'm sorry my room isn't entertaining enough for you." he replied, going back to the book in his hands.
"I never took you as a reader." He glanced up again to find her now on her side, facing him.
"Yes, surprisingly, I was taught in my half assed school how to read." he smirked at her.
"Your school was probably better then mine." she replied, letting herself lie on her back again.
"I doubt it. You had to go to one of those rich schools, right? I'm sure they didn't serve what they served at my school.." he shuddered at the thought.
"Yeah, I went to one of those 'rich people' schools. They're horrible. I was brought up to see walking zombies..we all had to follow rules, and if we didn't, we'd get punished. No one liked being punished, so I basically sat every day of my school life in silence. It wasn't a great place to make friends, afterall." she let out a long sigh. "Most kids were even worse then me and my brother. They sort of looked down on us, because of the way my dad got his money. Wrestling was even worse off when I was a kid when it came to media. Everyone else besides us had money because their parents owned huge business chains, or even struck oil. We were 'those kids who's dad owned that weird company with all the sweaty guys'."
"Hey, see, now I'm one of the sweaty guys!" he grinned broadly.
"I'm glad school is over." she shook her head. "It was probably the worst days of my life. Thinking about it, my life hasn't gotten much better though. I'm stuck in here crying out my problems to some guy I was enemies with 3 days ago. Talk about pathetic." she shook her head.
"Not really. Hey, may I remind you my best friend is currently the guy who I fought with in the worst of matches for a year."
"Benoit?" she questioned.
"Yep. It's pretty quiet with him not around." he shrugged. "He really is nothing like me, but in the same way, he is."
"What do you mean?" she questioned.
"Well, I've known Benoit for years..we've been through all the same shit. The only real difference between us is that I'm loud and he's quiet. Even that's changing, or it was before he got hurt. He was getting confident with talking, just as confident as he is in the ring even. I tell you, he amazes me sometimes. I mean, if I had an injury like he does..I'd probably be out for the year. Him? No way, Chris Benoit will not stay down. He's basically only wearing one of those neck collars because the doctor's making him, not because he needs too." Jericho laughed, thinking how stubborn his friend was. 'He's worse then me sometimes..but only sometimes.'
"Well, Chris and I haven't had a great past either, but I'm glad to hear he's doing better." she replied.
"I know when he comes back, we'll probably go at each other's throats again. I have some weird friendships, that's for sure." he chuckled. "I think the only people I never fight with are the Hardy brothers and Lita. They fight enough on their own."
"And then you have me." she grinned.
"Hey, I think it's safe to say this is the first time I haven't wanted to kill you, it's a start." he put down the book he was holding. "I don't seem to be able to keep enemies long. Damn my good nature.."
"Well, if you think about it, every enemy turned friend you have had came from very odd situations. I mean, take for instance Benoit." she turned over so she was now laying on her stomach, facing him. "You two only ended up becoming friends because Regal and Angle were enemies to the both of you, making you work together. Chyna..well..that was my fault." he let out a small chuckle. "And me..well, we had the moment 3 months ago, which didn't end well..and the moment now."
"I just can't get rid of you, can I?" he asked jokingly. 'This moment is going to end bad too. I don't want it too, I'll even admit it now. This is so wrong.'
"Well, I don't usually end up getting along with many people that I used to hate, so I'd like to keep it that way. I mean, I haven't been able to really talk to someone like this for..years, I guess."
"How about your jackass ex-hubby?"
"Hunter? He was never really a husband, just one of those incredible look-alike ones. I've been so isolated because of my family name. Maybe that's the other reason why I was taken into Heyman's plot."
"Heyman knows exactly what hurts people, and he magnifies it. He did it to me, he fueled my desire to win..it consumes you, when he gets into your head. You start thinking like him." he shook his head. "After awhile, you become mindless, with only the thought of bloodshed. That is what makes ECW ECW. The carnage the wrestlers made."
"I wish I could help the people under his command. Most of them are really nice.." she sighed. "When Heyman wasn't around, they talked to me. I mean, they actually didn't mind me being the owner. They sort of just treated me like an equal."
"ECW is tight knit, but Heyman sort of destroys it. All the guys there are great--I met them all." he shrugged. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm a little tired. Can I turn the lights out?"
"Sure." she nodded. She got up, pulling the covers from their neat made spot so she could go under them as he reached for the light and flicked it off.
"Goodnight, Chris." he heard her whisper as she settled into her bed. He paused, briefly.
"Goodnight, Steph." he replied, just as softly.
***
"Up and at 'um!" Jericho was pretty cheerful for the time of the morning it was. He heard a small groan come from under a flurry of covers. 'Not a morning person, I suppose.'
"Go away." she muttered crossly.
"Now now, that's not very nice." he said, jokingly. "Come on, we're getting breakfast." He watched as she sat up groggily.
"But how am I going to get around without being noticed?" she asked, yawning.
"I got it ALL planned out. Here, put this stuff on." he tossed a few articles of clothing onto her bed, and she looked at them. Then she looked at him like he was insane.
"Are you crazy?"