'Actually, I think this is a very good plan.' Chris grinned toward her. "Not crazy..brillant!"
"If you think I'm going to set foot out of this room wearing a get up like this.."
"Think about it..everyone thinks you hate me! Why would you wear my stuff?" he grinned broader. "I'm even letting you wear my favorite jersey."
"But I'm going to LOOK like a GROUPIE!" she frowned. Chris looked over what he gave her. 'Well, it will set Heyman off. I don't think he'll see that a girl wearing a Y2J hockey jersey and large blue atheletic pants would ever be someone like Steph."
"Here, I got just the thing for you.." he rummaged through his pack, suddenly pulling out a hat. "See? Now you won't be all Jericho." he tossed her the hat.
"The ROCK?" she groaned. "That might be even worse!"
"Put it on. I'm sure you'll look fine." he urged her. 'And if not..hey, I'll get a good laugh out of it!'
"Fine." she grumbled, grabbing the stuff and dizzily walking to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, he lazily opened his eyes as he heard scuffling outside of the bathroom instead of inside. His grin widened as he saw her, and he broke out into a small fit of laughter.
"That's it, I'm not.." he stood, catching her arm.
"I'm sorry." he apologized. "You don't look bad, just really different then your usual self. That's why it's funny. Oh, yeah, that and the fact that you're losing your pants.."
She hurriedly pulled them up, then sighed. "I look horrible." She held up her hands, which were covered by the sleeves of the huge jersey. "How big IS this?"
"It fits me fine." he replied, grinning. "YOU look fine." he pulled her hat down more. "But we have to work on your stance. You need to act like how you look."
"I act fine." she replied stubbornly.
"You act like someone who has money. It's a certain way you carry yourself. If you want to be a riff raff like me, you gotta carry yourself like one. First problem is obviously you need to slouch." he said matter-of-factly. "Now slouch."
"This is SO stupid." she rolled her eyes, but attempted to do as he said.
"Try to look natural about it." he corrected. "Perfect..see? It's not so hard." She shot him a look. "Hey, you said you were bored, so I'm helping you not be bored. You have to work for it this time."
"Fine, fine." she sighed in defeat.
"Good. Let's go. We'll be having a hardy breakfast at McDonalds." he said enthusastically.
"McDonalds? I have to look like this to go THERE?"
"Hey, if I have to pay for your stuff, we're eating cheap. I don't have that much cash, you know..come on." she paused, then followed him as he trudged out the door.
***
"I've never eaten here." Chris looked up, surprised, at her as she carefully tried the sandwich in her hand.
"You haven't?" he asked. She shook her head. "Man, your parents really did lock you up, didn't they?"
"Shut up." she snapped. "It's pretty good though, surprisingly."
"I'm glad you approve." he replied.
"I still look stupid." she muttered, eyeing a person walking past her. He had glanced over to her, giving her a look that he probably didn't expect her to see.
"Stop being so self-concious." he grinned.
"Easy for you to say. All you need to wear is a hat and sunglasses." she grumbled, taking another bite.
"Atleast you're out of the hotel." he shrugged.
"Yeah." she paused. "Hey, do you think we could go to more places?"
"More places?"
"Well, I've never really had a chance to just walk around..because my dad is who he is, and all.." He noted the look of uncomfortableness. "I never really had a chance to feel relaxed, I always had bodyguards swarming me."
"Well, I'm sort of like a bodyguard though.." he trailed off.
"You're different." she shook her head.
"How so?"
"You act more like my friend..as weird as that sounds." she replied, sounding a little embarrassed. "I mean, 5 days ago, that thought would just make laugh..but it's different now. I don't care if you take the credit or not, you really saved my ass when you did. And then you take me in..no one has ever done that for me."
"You consider me a friend?" he asked, surprised himself. 'It's getting harder and harder to lie to her..why has everything changed so quickly?'
"Don't let it get to your head, though." she smirked at him.
"So, what places did you have in mind?" he asked, peering at her.
"Well.."
"If you think I'm going to set foot out of this room wearing a get up like this.."
"Think about it..everyone thinks you hate me! Why would you wear my stuff?" he grinned broader. "I'm even letting you wear my favorite jersey."
"But I'm going to LOOK like a GROUPIE!" she frowned. Chris looked over what he gave her. 'Well, it will set Heyman off. I don't think he'll see that a girl wearing a Y2J hockey jersey and large blue atheletic pants would ever be someone like Steph."
"Here, I got just the thing for you.." he rummaged through his pack, suddenly pulling out a hat. "See? Now you won't be all Jericho." he tossed her the hat.
"The ROCK?" she groaned. "That might be even worse!"
"Put it on. I'm sure you'll look fine." he urged her. 'And if not..hey, I'll get a good laugh out of it!'
"Fine." she grumbled, grabbing the stuff and dizzily walking to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, he lazily opened his eyes as he heard scuffling outside of the bathroom instead of inside. His grin widened as he saw her, and he broke out into a small fit of laughter.
"That's it, I'm not.." he stood, catching her arm.
"I'm sorry." he apologized. "You don't look bad, just really different then your usual self. That's why it's funny. Oh, yeah, that and the fact that you're losing your pants.."
She hurriedly pulled them up, then sighed. "I look horrible." She held up her hands, which were covered by the sleeves of the huge jersey. "How big IS this?"
"It fits me fine." he replied, grinning. "YOU look fine." he pulled her hat down more. "But we have to work on your stance. You need to act like how you look."
"I act fine." she replied stubbornly.
"You act like someone who has money. It's a certain way you carry yourself. If you want to be a riff raff like me, you gotta carry yourself like one. First problem is obviously you need to slouch." he said matter-of-factly. "Now slouch."
"This is SO stupid." she rolled her eyes, but attempted to do as he said.
"Try to look natural about it." he corrected. "Perfect..see? It's not so hard." She shot him a look. "Hey, you said you were bored, so I'm helping you not be bored. You have to work for it this time."
"Fine, fine." she sighed in defeat.
"Good. Let's go. We'll be having a hardy breakfast at McDonalds." he said enthusastically.
"McDonalds? I have to look like this to go THERE?"
"Hey, if I have to pay for your stuff, we're eating cheap. I don't have that much cash, you know..come on." she paused, then followed him as he trudged out the door.
***
"I've never eaten here." Chris looked up, surprised, at her as she carefully tried the sandwich in her hand.
"You haven't?" he asked. She shook her head. "Man, your parents really did lock you up, didn't they?"
"Shut up." she snapped. "It's pretty good though, surprisingly."
"I'm glad you approve." he replied.
"I still look stupid." she muttered, eyeing a person walking past her. He had glanced over to her, giving her a look that he probably didn't expect her to see.
"Stop being so self-concious." he grinned.
"Easy for you to say. All you need to wear is a hat and sunglasses." she grumbled, taking another bite.
"Atleast you're out of the hotel." he shrugged.
"Yeah." she paused. "Hey, do you think we could go to more places?"
"More places?"
"Well, I've never really had a chance to just walk around..because my dad is who he is, and all.." He noted the look of uncomfortableness. "I never really had a chance to feel relaxed, I always had bodyguards swarming me."
"Well, I'm sort of like a bodyguard though.." he trailed off.
"You're different." she shook her head.
"How so?"
"You act more like my friend..as weird as that sounds." she replied, sounding a little embarrassed. "I mean, 5 days ago, that thought would just make laugh..but it's different now. I don't care if you take the credit or not, you really saved my ass when you did. And then you take me in..no one has ever done that for me."
"You consider me a friend?" he asked, surprised himself. 'It's getting harder and harder to lie to her..why has everything changed so quickly?'
"Don't let it get to your head, though." she smirked at him.
"So, what places did you have in mind?" he asked, peering at her.
"Well.."