"This place is awesome." Chris commented as he looked it over. He was tired, but not tired enough to sleep without looking around first. It was everything Jeff made it to be. The pool was huge, as was the TV. Chris was all ready glad he agreed to this.
"The bedroom is this way." Jeff motioned to a room. Chris followed him in, and whistled in awe. The room had a TV in it too, plus two huge beds. They would be living in luxury the entire week. "We have food for the week, hell, maybe even for a year..you know Matt, more is better."
"Yeah." he nodded. "This is great, though, Jeff. Thanks for inviting me."
"No problem, man." he shook his head. "Hey, I have to um..clean out the pool. Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"Not a bad idea." he yawned. "I'll unpack tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan." he grinned. "I'll be back soon."
Chris watched Jeff retreat out of the room. He shrugged, pulling off his shirt. The air conditioning felt pretty good against his skin, a lot better then Jeff's beat up old car. Chris had seen his better one, but Jeff continued to think his old one was safer. His old one also had a danger of dehydration, since the only air conditioning it offered was the fact the window could open half-way.
Deciding that fishing his usual boxers he wore to bed was worthless, he slid into one of the beds in his shorts. They were comfortable shorts, after all. He pulled the covers up to his chin, then turned off the lights by pressing a button by his bedside. It was all pretty ritzy. Chris let out a sigh and closed his eyes.
His eyes popped open a few minutes later, however, when he heard chittering by his ear. He blinked, turning over, only to find a squirrel had someone managed to get in to the place. He muffled a cry of alarm, then quickly scooted out of the bed. He turned on the light and the thing carefully walked toward him.
Thinking it might be trapped inside, he basically trapped it in the blanket and took it outside onto the balcony. He dropped the blanket lightly, opening it up so the thing could run. It just sat there. "Go on, get out of here." It turned and looked up at him. "I'm not standing out here all night." He let out a yelp when it sprang at him, climbing up his leg. The nails were surprisingly not too sharp, but it did manage to get to his shoulder. Again, Chris bit back a scream.
"Now what?" he mumbled, thinking. It had made his way onto his head and now it simply sat there. "HEY! Off the hair munchkin!" he got brave and pulled the little thing off with his hands. Surprisingly, it didn't make a fuss, which throughly confused Chris. "What are you, some kind of pet?"
It chittered, still in Chris's light grip, it's tail twitching against his hand. It hadn't bit at him once, not even a nip. No foaming from the mouth, so it didn't have rabies. He put it down again, it didn't move, but kept looking up at him. Sighing in defeat, he picked it up, peering at it. "I'm guessing I took your bed, huh?" He took his covers and walked back into the main room. He closed the sliding door of the balcony, and walked back into the bedroom. He plopped the squirrel down onto one pillow, he put his head down on the other. The squirrel suddenly hopped up onto the jutted out part of the bedframe, then into a little ninche that had to be man-made. It must have been Jeff's pet.
"I'll ask about it tomorrow." he promised himself, then shut off the lights. This time, he had no trouble falling asleep.
****
Chris woke up with the distinct impression that something bigger then a squirrel was sitting on his bed. He opened one eye, wearily, wondering if Jeff had sat on his bed for some reason. It definitely wasn't Jeff, unless he had lost about 60 pounds and got his body shaped like a girl's. He opened the other eye, then blinked. Whoever it was, her back was turned to him.
He sat up, as gently as he could. He actually didn't make a noise. The darkness shrouded any features that he might use to distinguish. The first person he thought of was Lita, but he couldn't see the hair color, so he wasn't sure. "Um..hello?"
The person jumped up, letting out a high pitched yelp. Chris, surprised, fell backwards a bit. He blinked, staring at the form that was now facing him. He reached for the light and turned it on. His eyes widened.
"YOU!" he growled. She had the same shocked expression he had.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I think I should be asking you the same thing." he smirked.
"This is Shane's uncle's place!" she replied. "He invited me over."
"Um..no, this is the Matt and Jeff's new cabin." Chris informed.
"We'll just see about that. Shane's getting my stuff out of his car." She stomped out of the room, and Jericho, still dazed and very confused, followed.
"Something fishy's going on around here.." Chris said, stating the obvious. Shane had indeed unpacked, but he, and Jeff, were no where to be found. Their cars were gone.
"No duh, idiot." she huffed. "What the hell is going on around here?!"
"Chill out, Princess." he smirked. "There must be a perfectly good explaination on why we're both here."
"Don't call me Princess." she said, a warning tone perfectly clear in her voice.
"Have a nice sleep outside." he rolled his eyes, walking into the cabin, shutting the door. He winced when he heard pounding on the door.
"CHRIS! Let me in this INSTANT!" he heard from behind the door.
"Can't hear ya.." he grinned, turning the lights on. There had to be a clue of what was going on. His eyes stopped on a tape on the kitchen counter, which bluntly had 'WATCH ME' on it's label. "Gee, I wonder if this is it.."
"CHRIS!"
Rolling his eyes, he walked to the door. Why he was opening it, he had no clue. He opened it and watched as she flew past him, tripping and landing face first on the couch. She let out a surprised gasp, while Chris bursted out laughing.
"That was NOT funny!" she said, getting up, brushing herself off.
"You asked me to open the door." he replied innocently. The glare she shot him could freeze hell, but he let it slide. "Check it out, I found the answer." He waved it in front of her face. "Can Stephy read the print?"
"Shut the hell up." she responded.
"Tsk tsk, taking catch phrases, are we?" he smirked. She looked like she was about to kill him. "Let's watch the tape, or is there a problem with that?"
"Fine." she plopped down on the edge of the couch. He popped in the tape, then turned on the TV. Sitting on the other end of the couch, he grabbed the controller and pressed play.
"Focus it, man!" the familiar voice of Jeff came out of the speakers. Chris leaned foward, watching the video intently. After a moment, whoever was taping had focused on a group sitting in the same cabin they were in. Matt, Jeff, Lita, and that Hurricane kid he had seen the other day.
"Chris! Hey man!" Chris watched as Jeff grinned broadly. "If you're watching this, you undoubtably found someone that wasn't me in your house. Hey Steph, how do you like the Hardy pad?"
"So he did know about this." Chris mumbled.
"Sorry for tricking you Stephanie, but I didn't lie about it all--you can relax this entire week." Shane spoke up. Stephanie remained silent.
"I bet you're wondering why you two seem to be stuck in a cabin together. Allow me to explain.." Matt trailed off. "Chris, Steph, there is just WAYY too much animosity between you. Because we're all such great friends, we decided, well, you two seriously need to end your feud. So, basically, you two are stuck there for one week. We made sure that you guys would have enough food to last you, along with all the comforts of home..well, besides the phone of course." He chuckled. "And yes, we all know we're in for an ass whooping when we finally pick you up, but if there was even a chance you two would stop humilating each other in front of everyone, it's SO worth it."
"Have a nice week guys!" Lita grinned. The tape went blank. Neither said a word for a few minutes, they just both stared wide-eyed at the blank screen.
"I'm going to kill Jeff." he mumbled.
"I'm going to kill Shane." she said in the exact same moment he spoke up. He looked at her, then groaned. "This is all your fault!"
"And how did you come to that conclusion?" he questioned, rolling his eyes.
"Because they're your stupid friends!" she exclaimed.
"Excuse me, but if my memory serves me correctly, I've never even MET that Hurricane kid." Chris shot back.
"Shane."
"Whatever." He waved a hand.
"He was probably made to do it by your hoodlum friends!" she accused.
"Oh, that's great coming from someone who owns the federation that is comprised of a bunch of junkies." he retorted. "Listen, I'm tired, it's 3 AM..I'm going to sleep. There are two beds in that room, and I'll let you sleep there because I'm feeling generous."
"You are in no position to tell me what I can or cannot do." she smirked.
"Good night, princess." he replied, his voice hardened with a sarcastic tone. He got up, making his way to the bedroom, leaving her to stand there.
"What about my bags?" she called out to him.
"You can't trust your bags to a hoodlum, I might steal something." he called back, slamming the door. He smiled satisfactorily when he heard an annoyed huff come from the other side of the door.
"The bedroom is this way." Jeff motioned to a room. Chris followed him in, and whistled in awe. The room had a TV in it too, plus two huge beds. They would be living in luxury the entire week. "We have food for the week, hell, maybe even for a year..you know Matt, more is better."
"Yeah." he nodded. "This is great, though, Jeff. Thanks for inviting me."
"No problem, man." he shook his head. "Hey, I have to um..clean out the pool. Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"Not a bad idea." he yawned. "I'll unpack tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan." he grinned. "I'll be back soon."
Chris watched Jeff retreat out of the room. He shrugged, pulling off his shirt. The air conditioning felt pretty good against his skin, a lot better then Jeff's beat up old car. Chris had seen his better one, but Jeff continued to think his old one was safer. His old one also had a danger of dehydration, since the only air conditioning it offered was the fact the window could open half-way.
Deciding that fishing his usual boxers he wore to bed was worthless, he slid into one of the beds in his shorts. They were comfortable shorts, after all. He pulled the covers up to his chin, then turned off the lights by pressing a button by his bedside. It was all pretty ritzy. Chris let out a sigh and closed his eyes.
His eyes popped open a few minutes later, however, when he heard chittering by his ear. He blinked, turning over, only to find a squirrel had someone managed to get in to the place. He muffled a cry of alarm, then quickly scooted out of the bed. He turned on the light and the thing carefully walked toward him.
Thinking it might be trapped inside, he basically trapped it in the blanket and took it outside onto the balcony. He dropped the blanket lightly, opening it up so the thing could run. It just sat there. "Go on, get out of here." It turned and looked up at him. "I'm not standing out here all night." He let out a yelp when it sprang at him, climbing up his leg. The nails were surprisingly not too sharp, but it did manage to get to his shoulder. Again, Chris bit back a scream.
"Now what?" he mumbled, thinking. It had made his way onto his head and now it simply sat there. "HEY! Off the hair munchkin!" he got brave and pulled the little thing off with his hands. Surprisingly, it didn't make a fuss, which throughly confused Chris. "What are you, some kind of pet?"
It chittered, still in Chris's light grip, it's tail twitching against his hand. It hadn't bit at him once, not even a nip. No foaming from the mouth, so it didn't have rabies. He put it down again, it didn't move, but kept looking up at him. Sighing in defeat, he picked it up, peering at it. "I'm guessing I took your bed, huh?" He took his covers and walked back into the main room. He closed the sliding door of the balcony, and walked back into the bedroom. He plopped the squirrel down onto one pillow, he put his head down on the other. The squirrel suddenly hopped up onto the jutted out part of the bedframe, then into a little ninche that had to be man-made. It must have been Jeff's pet.
"I'll ask about it tomorrow." he promised himself, then shut off the lights. This time, he had no trouble falling asleep.
****
Chris woke up with the distinct impression that something bigger then a squirrel was sitting on his bed. He opened one eye, wearily, wondering if Jeff had sat on his bed for some reason. It definitely wasn't Jeff, unless he had lost about 60 pounds and got his body shaped like a girl's. He opened the other eye, then blinked. Whoever it was, her back was turned to him.
He sat up, as gently as he could. He actually didn't make a noise. The darkness shrouded any features that he might use to distinguish. The first person he thought of was Lita, but he couldn't see the hair color, so he wasn't sure. "Um..hello?"
The person jumped up, letting out a high pitched yelp. Chris, surprised, fell backwards a bit. He blinked, staring at the form that was now facing him. He reached for the light and turned it on. His eyes widened.
"YOU!" he growled. She had the same shocked expression he had.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I think I should be asking you the same thing." he smirked.
"This is Shane's uncle's place!" she replied. "He invited me over."
"Um..no, this is the Matt and Jeff's new cabin." Chris informed.
"We'll just see about that. Shane's getting my stuff out of his car." She stomped out of the room, and Jericho, still dazed and very confused, followed.
"Something fishy's going on around here.." Chris said, stating the obvious. Shane had indeed unpacked, but he, and Jeff, were no where to be found. Their cars were gone.
"No duh, idiot." she huffed. "What the hell is going on around here?!"
"Chill out, Princess." he smirked. "There must be a perfectly good explaination on why we're both here."
"Don't call me Princess." she said, a warning tone perfectly clear in her voice.
"Have a nice sleep outside." he rolled his eyes, walking into the cabin, shutting the door. He winced when he heard pounding on the door.
"CHRIS! Let me in this INSTANT!" he heard from behind the door.
"Can't hear ya.." he grinned, turning the lights on. There had to be a clue of what was going on. His eyes stopped on a tape on the kitchen counter, which bluntly had 'WATCH ME' on it's label. "Gee, I wonder if this is it.."
"CHRIS!"
Rolling his eyes, he walked to the door. Why he was opening it, he had no clue. He opened it and watched as she flew past him, tripping and landing face first on the couch. She let out a surprised gasp, while Chris bursted out laughing.
"That was NOT funny!" she said, getting up, brushing herself off.
"You asked me to open the door." he replied innocently. The glare she shot him could freeze hell, but he let it slide. "Check it out, I found the answer." He waved it in front of her face. "Can Stephy read the print?"
"Shut the hell up." she responded.
"Tsk tsk, taking catch phrases, are we?" he smirked. She looked like she was about to kill him. "Let's watch the tape, or is there a problem with that?"
"Fine." she plopped down on the edge of the couch. He popped in the tape, then turned on the TV. Sitting on the other end of the couch, he grabbed the controller and pressed play.
"Focus it, man!" the familiar voice of Jeff came out of the speakers. Chris leaned foward, watching the video intently. After a moment, whoever was taping had focused on a group sitting in the same cabin they were in. Matt, Jeff, Lita, and that Hurricane kid he had seen the other day.
"Chris! Hey man!" Chris watched as Jeff grinned broadly. "If you're watching this, you undoubtably found someone that wasn't me in your house. Hey Steph, how do you like the Hardy pad?"
"So he did know about this." Chris mumbled.
"Sorry for tricking you Stephanie, but I didn't lie about it all--you can relax this entire week." Shane spoke up. Stephanie remained silent.
"I bet you're wondering why you two seem to be stuck in a cabin together. Allow me to explain.." Matt trailed off. "Chris, Steph, there is just WAYY too much animosity between you. Because we're all such great friends, we decided, well, you two seriously need to end your feud. So, basically, you two are stuck there for one week. We made sure that you guys would have enough food to last you, along with all the comforts of home..well, besides the phone of course." He chuckled. "And yes, we all know we're in for an ass whooping when we finally pick you up, but if there was even a chance you two would stop humilating each other in front of everyone, it's SO worth it."
"Have a nice week guys!" Lita grinned. The tape went blank. Neither said a word for a few minutes, they just both stared wide-eyed at the blank screen.
"I'm going to kill Jeff." he mumbled.
"I'm going to kill Shane." she said in the exact same moment he spoke up. He looked at her, then groaned. "This is all your fault!"
"And how did you come to that conclusion?" he questioned, rolling his eyes.
"Because they're your stupid friends!" she exclaimed.
"Excuse me, but if my memory serves me correctly, I've never even MET that Hurricane kid." Chris shot back.
"Shane."
"Whatever." He waved a hand.
"He was probably made to do it by your hoodlum friends!" she accused.
"Oh, that's great coming from someone who owns the federation that is comprised of a bunch of junkies." he retorted. "Listen, I'm tired, it's 3 AM..I'm going to sleep. There are two beds in that room, and I'll let you sleep there because I'm feeling generous."
"You are in no position to tell me what I can or cannot do." she smirked.
"Good night, princess." he replied, his voice hardened with a sarcastic tone. He got up, making his way to the bedroom, leaving her to stand there.
"What about my bags?" she called out to him.
"You can't trust your bags to a hoodlum, I might steal something." he called back, slamming the door. He smiled satisfactorily when he heard an annoyed huff come from the other side of the door.