Message Through a Wire
A fic by the Angel
Chapter Eight: Coffee Talk
"So…" Stephanie said, at lost for words at her newfound internet friend. "You like the color blue?" She didn't know any other way to start up a conversation. Chris smiled and twirled a spoon in his foamy mocha beverage. "Yes," He sheepishly admitted. He held a finger to his lips. "Shush, be very, very quiet about it."
Stephanie giggled a bit. She didn't expect the meeting with Chris to be anything like this. Sure, she was silent and feeling awkward. She would feel more awkward if he had been insulting her. She kept an eye out for those, though.
"I am very glad it turned out like this," Chris said softly as Stephanie buried her face into her cup. He did that when he did it intentionally, just so Stephanie could gag on her drink. She cleared her throat. "Why?"
Chris shrugged. "I don't know… My nasty, sarcastic, taunting reputation just seemed to get old. And I wanted to go back and erase any mistake I ever made." Stephanie snorted. "You'd be dead before you even got to the bottom of the list."
"I know. That's why I am starting right now." Chris smiled at Stephanie. "Stephanie, I am going to take back every nasty thing I called you over the years." Stephanie smirked. "This is going to take a while."
Chris frowned. "Okay. You are not a dirty, disgusting, two cent, trashbag, measly, nasty, smelly-"
"Get to the point." Stephanie sneered.
"Okay. You're not a slut, or a ho, or any of those things."
Stephanie grinned as Jericho went back to his drink. "Jericho?" Stephanie asked. Chris looked up. "What?" She grinned. "Thanks." He nodded. "No problem, Stephanie. Just one thing."
"Yeah, Jericho?"
"Call me Chris."
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"How did the meeting go?" Stacy asked Stephanie as soon as she walked into the Alliance dressing room. "It was okay…I guess." Torrie grinned. "Who was it?" She squealed. "Uh…Some guy." Steph lied.
How could she tell members of the Alliance that it was Chris Jericho? And how could she tell them that she was meeting him again?
"Was he cute?" Stacy asked, giggling. Stephanie blinked. "Yes." She told the truth. She did think Chris was very attractive. But no one was supposed to know that. "If you dump him, can I have his number?" Torrie asked.
Stephanie sighed. "Yes, whatever. Just go. The Boss needs sometime to herself." The two blondes looked at each other, clueless, and walked out of the door.
Not ten minutes when she was alone, there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" She growled. Chris Jericho entered the room. "Oh. Hi. Sorry. Hi. I said that already." She giggled, feeling like a complete and utter jackass.
"Um… About coffee today-" Chris started. "I enjoyed it!" Stephanie said quickly. Chris smiled. "Good. So did I. Want to take it a step further?"
Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Do you want to go to dinner tomorrow?" Jericho asked quickly.
"Yes." Stephanie replied.