There was just one problem about his plan to sleep it off.
He had to fall asleep first.
Chris turned again in bed, staring at the ceiling. Something was bothering him about the memories he had just suddenly gotten back. He was forgetting something. Something that he might have been unconsciously trying to remember for a long time.Was that why it was bothering him? Probably.
But what was it? That's where his mind drew a blank. He sighed, wishing Benoit knew. He wouldn't, though, he didn't know they actually talked for the few minutes that they did. He was positive whatever was bothering him stemed from the first or second conversation he ever had with her.
He decided that he would just stay away from her. If he didn't see her, he didn't have to make fun of her. Simple as that. He knew it wasn't going to be simple, as she seemed to be everywhere, but he decided not to think about it that way. He would find a way to stay away from her. He knew he could do it. He just had to be sneaky.
He obviously didn't sleep well that night. And the entire day sort of sucked too. Actually, it was a bit funny, Lita had to come over and make sure he didn't die or something like that. He was trying to stay in for the day, you know, because of all places, she would never go there. That idea was shot down.
"Chris, what's wrong?" Lita rolled her eyes. "Your best friend has come back after what..3 months? He isn't going to be here forever, you know. He's gotta go back home soon."
"Erm..I don't feel good." he lied. She didn't look very convinced.
"Right." she smirked. "Come on, get up. Matt and Jeff are waiting for us."
"What are we doing?" he sighed in defeat.
"Eating lunch." she giggled.
"But it's..3:30." he replied, looking at the clock. Damn, so that was why he was hungry.
"It's a late lunch. Come on." he looked at her defiantly. "Don't make me drag you."
"Like you can." he smirked. He blink as she suddenly took his arms and began to drag him out of bed. "The fuck..?! Lita! All right, all right! Lemme go!" she shrugged and let him go. His upper body, which was currently off the bed, fell instantly. "Ouch!" the rest of his body slid off the bed, and he ended up on his back, staring up at a snickering Lita.
"You told me to let you go.." she smiled innocently.
"If you weren't my friend and you weren't a girl, I'd kick your ass right about now." he grumbled. He felt her help pull him up. He looked at her to still see a grin plastered on her face. "I hate you."
"I know." she laughed. He sighed and pulled his shoes on, letting her lead him out the door.
They were obviously going to the downstairs diner of the hotel they were staying at. His suspicions were proved when she led him inside. He quickly saw the table they were going to sit at. The Hardy brothers and Benoit were there, as Lita had said. Chris slipped into a seat, and Benoit gave him a confused look.
"You don't look so great, man." Jeff commented.
"I didn't sleep well last night." he replied, giving Benoit a look. Benoit let out a small frown. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" he glanced at Benoit. "Alone?"
"You always keep secrets from us." Jeff pouted. Chris nearly dragged Benoit away from the table, into a little nitch in the wall where the bathrooms were placed.
"I'm getting a feeling sleeping didn't work very well." Benoit said as Chris paced in front of him.
"You win the prize." Jericho replied bitterly. "It probably would have worked...if I could ACTUALLY sleep.."
"Why is it bothering you so much?" he questioned. Jericho shook his head.
"No clue. I know I'm forgetting something. Something important. Whatever it is, it's bugging me. I--"
"EXCUSE me.." Jericho felt his whole body jump.
"Holy shit!" he yelped, falling backwards. Both Stephanie and Benoit stared down at him.
"He's a bit paranoid." Benoit explained to Stephanie.
"I think there's something more wrong with him then that." she smirked. Jericho stood up, glaring at her.
"Don't go sneaking up on me like that!" he said, exasperatedly.
"Well don't get in my way." she retorted, rolling her eyes. She eyed the two. "Not that I care, but why the hell are you acting like you're about to jump out of your skin?"
"I am not." he huffed. Stephanie looked confused.
"No witty comments?" she smirked. He glared at her.
"I've decided..um.." he looked at Benoit for help, but he was waiting to see what he was going to say himself. "I'm too good for you. Why should I waste my time with someone like YOU?"
"Whatever." she rolled her eyes. "Just get out of my way." Jericho moved aside and let her pass, letting out a low 'phew' when she disappeared from sight.
"Smooth move." Benoit snickered. "I loved the falling down part. I'm sure she doesn't think anything is wrong now."
"She surprised me." he mumbled.
"Well, at least now you have a reason not to make fun of her until you go back to normal." he paused. "Whatever normal might be for you."
"Funny." he sighed. "I'm surprised I even got what I said out."
"You're cracking up, man." Benoit shook his head. "Why don't you just TALK to her?"
"Are you crazy? What if someone saw me?" Chris shook his head. "No way. No fucking way."
"You're telling me that you would rather have people seeing you entirely freak out every time she's near you then to just talk it out with her? Who knows, maybe you'll make yet another friend." he grinned broadly.
"A friend? Man, did you take your pain medication or something?" he smirked.
"Stranger things have happened." he replied pointedly. "Let me make an example. For some odd reason, I seem to remember that this time last year we were destroying each other and you made this certain poem a little earlier--"
"But you're different." Chris quickly responded. "You're a guy. And I've known you for a long time."
"Well, hate to say it, but it seems you've known Stephanie for awhile too, it seems." he pointed out. "Just go for it. Hey, maybe if you thank her, you could get it off your conscience and then you can go back to being your dissing self again."
"Wait, you're telling me the only reason I'm going nuts is because I for some reason want to thank her?" Chris questioned.
"Well, I don't actually know for sure, but it's worth a shot. What do you have to lose except a big chunk of your horribly inflated ego?" Benoit shrugged.
"My ego is the perfect size, thank you very much!" Jericho retorted. Benoit burst out laughing. "Hey! What are YOU laughing at?"
"You. If I didn't know any better, Chris, I'd say you seem to be gaining feelings for your enemy."
"You're lucky I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, because under any other conditions, I would have kicked your ass for that remark." Chris huffed.
"Seriously, Chris. You're a wreck, look at yourself! This should not be bothering you as much as it is."
"Get real. Just because she helped me out a decade ago wouldn't make me just suddenly like her." Jericho replied in a hiss.
"You're right." Benoit shook his head. "You're absolutely right. The idea of her helping you didn't make you start liking her. No, whatever the hell is bothering you woke you up to something I have seen for a very VERY long time now. I swear, I tend to think you're more dense then I am sometimes. Now, I suggest we go back to the table before Jeff files a missing person report." He turned and began to walk away.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but knew it wouldn't change a thing. Benoit was entirely wrong. He was just having one of those weird life crisises. He refused to think of it any other way.
He had to fall asleep first.
Chris turned again in bed, staring at the ceiling. Something was bothering him about the memories he had just suddenly gotten back. He was forgetting something. Something that he might have been unconsciously trying to remember for a long time.Was that why it was bothering him? Probably.
But what was it? That's where his mind drew a blank. He sighed, wishing Benoit knew. He wouldn't, though, he didn't know they actually talked for the few minutes that they did. He was positive whatever was bothering him stemed from the first or second conversation he ever had with her.
He decided that he would just stay away from her. If he didn't see her, he didn't have to make fun of her. Simple as that. He knew it wasn't going to be simple, as she seemed to be everywhere, but he decided not to think about it that way. He would find a way to stay away from her. He knew he could do it. He just had to be sneaky.
He obviously didn't sleep well that night. And the entire day sort of sucked too. Actually, it was a bit funny, Lita had to come over and make sure he didn't die or something like that. He was trying to stay in for the day, you know, because of all places, she would never go there. That idea was shot down.
"Chris, what's wrong?" Lita rolled her eyes. "Your best friend has come back after what..3 months? He isn't going to be here forever, you know. He's gotta go back home soon."
"Erm..I don't feel good." he lied. She didn't look very convinced.
"Right." she smirked. "Come on, get up. Matt and Jeff are waiting for us."
"What are we doing?" he sighed in defeat.
"Eating lunch." she giggled.
"But it's..3:30." he replied, looking at the clock. Damn, so that was why he was hungry.
"It's a late lunch. Come on." he looked at her defiantly. "Don't make me drag you."
"Like you can." he smirked. He blink as she suddenly took his arms and began to drag him out of bed. "The fuck..?! Lita! All right, all right! Lemme go!" she shrugged and let him go. His upper body, which was currently off the bed, fell instantly. "Ouch!" the rest of his body slid off the bed, and he ended up on his back, staring up at a snickering Lita.
"You told me to let you go.." she smiled innocently.
"If you weren't my friend and you weren't a girl, I'd kick your ass right about now." he grumbled. He felt her help pull him up. He looked at her to still see a grin plastered on her face. "I hate you."
"I know." she laughed. He sighed and pulled his shoes on, letting her lead him out the door.
They were obviously going to the downstairs diner of the hotel they were staying at. His suspicions were proved when she led him inside. He quickly saw the table they were going to sit at. The Hardy brothers and Benoit were there, as Lita had said. Chris slipped into a seat, and Benoit gave him a confused look.
"You don't look so great, man." Jeff commented.
"I didn't sleep well last night." he replied, giving Benoit a look. Benoit let out a small frown. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" he glanced at Benoit. "Alone?"
"You always keep secrets from us." Jeff pouted. Chris nearly dragged Benoit away from the table, into a little nitch in the wall where the bathrooms were placed.
"I'm getting a feeling sleeping didn't work very well." Benoit said as Chris paced in front of him.
"You win the prize." Jericho replied bitterly. "It probably would have worked...if I could ACTUALLY sleep.."
"Why is it bothering you so much?" he questioned. Jericho shook his head.
"No clue. I know I'm forgetting something. Something important. Whatever it is, it's bugging me. I--"
"EXCUSE me.." Jericho felt his whole body jump.
"Holy shit!" he yelped, falling backwards. Both Stephanie and Benoit stared down at him.
"He's a bit paranoid." Benoit explained to Stephanie.
"I think there's something more wrong with him then that." she smirked. Jericho stood up, glaring at her.
"Don't go sneaking up on me like that!" he said, exasperatedly.
"Well don't get in my way." she retorted, rolling her eyes. She eyed the two. "Not that I care, but why the hell are you acting like you're about to jump out of your skin?"
"I am not." he huffed. Stephanie looked confused.
"No witty comments?" she smirked. He glared at her.
"I've decided..um.." he looked at Benoit for help, but he was waiting to see what he was going to say himself. "I'm too good for you. Why should I waste my time with someone like YOU?"
"Whatever." she rolled her eyes. "Just get out of my way." Jericho moved aside and let her pass, letting out a low 'phew' when she disappeared from sight.
"Smooth move." Benoit snickered. "I loved the falling down part. I'm sure she doesn't think anything is wrong now."
"She surprised me." he mumbled.
"Well, at least now you have a reason not to make fun of her until you go back to normal." he paused. "Whatever normal might be for you."
"Funny." he sighed. "I'm surprised I even got what I said out."
"You're cracking up, man." Benoit shook his head. "Why don't you just TALK to her?"
"Are you crazy? What if someone saw me?" Chris shook his head. "No way. No fucking way."
"You're telling me that you would rather have people seeing you entirely freak out every time she's near you then to just talk it out with her? Who knows, maybe you'll make yet another friend." he grinned broadly.
"A friend? Man, did you take your pain medication or something?" he smirked.
"Stranger things have happened." he replied pointedly. "Let me make an example. For some odd reason, I seem to remember that this time last year we were destroying each other and you made this certain poem a little earlier--"
"But you're different." Chris quickly responded. "You're a guy. And I've known you for a long time."
"Well, hate to say it, but it seems you've known Stephanie for awhile too, it seems." he pointed out. "Just go for it. Hey, maybe if you thank her, you could get it off your conscience and then you can go back to being your dissing self again."
"Wait, you're telling me the only reason I'm going nuts is because I for some reason want to thank her?" Chris questioned.
"Well, I don't actually know for sure, but it's worth a shot. What do you have to lose except a big chunk of your horribly inflated ego?" Benoit shrugged.
"My ego is the perfect size, thank you very much!" Jericho retorted. Benoit burst out laughing. "Hey! What are YOU laughing at?"
"You. If I didn't know any better, Chris, I'd say you seem to be gaining feelings for your enemy."
"You're lucky I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, because under any other conditions, I would have kicked your ass for that remark." Chris huffed.
"Seriously, Chris. You're a wreck, look at yourself! This should not be bothering you as much as it is."
"Get real. Just because she helped me out a decade ago wouldn't make me just suddenly like her." Jericho replied in a hiss.
"You're right." Benoit shook his head. "You're absolutely right. The idea of her helping you didn't make you start liking her. No, whatever the hell is bothering you woke you up to something I have seen for a very VERY long time now. I swear, I tend to think you're more dense then I am sometimes. Now, I suggest we go back to the table before Jeff files a missing person report." He turned and began to walk away.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but knew it wouldn't change a thing. Benoit was entirely wrong. He was just having one of those weird life crisises. He refused to think of it any other way.