"Wow, so she helped you." Lita responded, sitting crosslegged on the bed she was sitting on. Chris nodded.
"See? It pays to be nice once in awhile." he smiled.
"I still can't believe you helped her." Lita shook her head. "But I guess it all happened for a reason."
"Yeah, I suppose so." Chris nodded. "You all right now?"
"Not really." she sighed. "Chris, you managed to make me cry two times today, you know that? It's a record for me."
"You know I didn't mean to hurt you." he responded. "And the first time was a misunderstanding, so that's more your fault." he grinned slightly.
"Speaking of that.." Lita peered at him. "If you weren't talking about me, who WERE you talking about?" Chris bit his lip, deciding to himself he would keep as much a secret as possible.
"I was talking about Stephanie. She's been bothering me for the past few days." Chris explained vaguely.
"I see." Lita nodded.
"Well, anyway, now that that's all sorted out, I think it's high time I head to my own bed room and go to sleep." he stood up, stretching, but quickly stopping when he felt a pain. He must have bruised something in there.
"Are you all right?" Lita asked, standing up as well.
"Just a little bruise." he shrugged it off. "Probably when I slammed into Stephanie's balcony."
"Let me see." she responded, and Jericho sighed, letting her slowly walk to him and lift up his shirt. "Oh god.."
Chris looked down. "All right, so it isn't so little--" he grinned, ignoring the pain again.
"Are you sure it's nothing worse?" she inquired.
"I think I'm fine." he nodded. "No blood, besides the one that came out of my cut."
"Well, as long as you're sure.." she sighed, letting his shirt drop so it covered the ugly thing. Chris frowned at the entirely worried look she was giving him.
"Don't look at me like that." he groaned. "I swear, you have to be worst then my mom sometimes."
"Your mom has dealed with you for 30 years. I haven't. Big difference." she pointed out.
"I was always like this. You don't get used to it, trust me." he smirked. "Well, I'm going to get going for real this time. I'm tired as hell. Nothing like hanging from balconies to get you in the mood to sleep."
"Good night, Chris."
He pulled her in another hug, because she was still giving him that sad, 'How the hell could you scare me like that' look. She pulled away slightly, and suddenly, very very unexpectedly, he found her lips against his. At first, it was like his body responded instantly to it, and he found himself kissing back.
And then his brain kicked in, and he pulled away. "What are we doing, Lita?" he asked, softly.
"I'm sorry." she turned away, her head falling. Chris felt his heart racing. Here he was, with an amazingly beautiful girl ready to make out with him, and he was turning her away. The first thing that popped into his head was Matt, someone he never wanted to not have as a friend.
"Lita, you know I love you, but there's one person that loves you so much more." Chris said softly, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, Matt is 100 times better then I am. I'm a wreck right now."
"I don't think he loves me anymore." she had wrapped her arms around her middle section, like she was trying to warm herself up.
"Now that I know is not true. Of course he loves you. You're all he talks about. Lita, everyone is messed up because of this Invasion thing. But trust me..he does love you, and no one is worth screwing that up with. Not even me, as handsome and charming as I am." he joked. She turned around, looking at him.
"Do you really think so?" she asked.
"Of course. And I know you love him too." he smiled.
"Of course I love him." she quickly replied. "But..I'm scared."
"About what?" he asked.
"I don't know. That I'm not good enough for him. That..well, I'm a bother to him. He keeps getting hurt, and it's always for me. He lost the belt. It's just continuous." she shook her head. "I don't deserve him."
"Well, sorry to punch a hole in your thinking, but you know Matt wouldn't protect you if he didn't think you were worth it. You gotta calm down, sweetie." he lifted her chin. "I know he thinks you're beautiful..hell, so do I. I could almost say I regret not taking that kiss up." She blushed brightly, but managed a little giggle.
"Now, are YOU all right?" he grinned.
"For a girl who just got life advice from a guy who jumps balconies, I think so." she finally let out a full blown smile. "I'm really sorry for.."
"Don't worry about it." he shook his head. "I know you just needed comfort from someone as cute as Matt."
"Don't give yourself that much credit." she smirked.
"Good, so you are back to normal." he laughed. "Can I go to bed now?"
"One more question." she informed him. "Well, you said that you were a wreck. Why?" Chris blinked. Had he said that? He was so engrossed in getting Lita in the right thinking state, that he must have just zoomed out on what he was saying.
"Nothing." he shrugged.
"I don't believe you, but I'm too tired to argue. Good night, Chris..and thanks."
"For what?"
"For not kissing back."
"See? It pays to be nice once in awhile." he smiled.
"I still can't believe you helped her." Lita shook her head. "But I guess it all happened for a reason."
"Yeah, I suppose so." Chris nodded. "You all right now?"
"Not really." she sighed. "Chris, you managed to make me cry two times today, you know that? It's a record for me."
"You know I didn't mean to hurt you." he responded. "And the first time was a misunderstanding, so that's more your fault." he grinned slightly.
"Speaking of that.." Lita peered at him. "If you weren't talking about me, who WERE you talking about?" Chris bit his lip, deciding to himself he would keep as much a secret as possible.
"I was talking about Stephanie. She's been bothering me for the past few days." Chris explained vaguely.
"I see." Lita nodded.
"Well, anyway, now that that's all sorted out, I think it's high time I head to my own bed room and go to sleep." he stood up, stretching, but quickly stopping when he felt a pain. He must have bruised something in there.
"Are you all right?" Lita asked, standing up as well.
"Just a little bruise." he shrugged it off. "Probably when I slammed into Stephanie's balcony."
"Let me see." she responded, and Jericho sighed, letting her slowly walk to him and lift up his shirt. "Oh god.."
Chris looked down. "All right, so it isn't so little--" he grinned, ignoring the pain again.
"Are you sure it's nothing worse?" she inquired.
"I think I'm fine." he nodded. "No blood, besides the one that came out of my cut."
"Well, as long as you're sure.." she sighed, letting his shirt drop so it covered the ugly thing. Chris frowned at the entirely worried look she was giving him.
"Don't look at me like that." he groaned. "I swear, you have to be worst then my mom sometimes."
"Your mom has dealed with you for 30 years. I haven't. Big difference." she pointed out.
"I was always like this. You don't get used to it, trust me." he smirked. "Well, I'm going to get going for real this time. I'm tired as hell. Nothing like hanging from balconies to get you in the mood to sleep."
"Good night, Chris."
He pulled her in another hug, because she was still giving him that sad, 'How the hell could you scare me like that' look. She pulled away slightly, and suddenly, very very unexpectedly, he found her lips against his. At first, it was like his body responded instantly to it, and he found himself kissing back.
And then his brain kicked in, and he pulled away. "What are we doing, Lita?" he asked, softly.
"I'm sorry." she turned away, her head falling. Chris felt his heart racing. Here he was, with an amazingly beautiful girl ready to make out with him, and he was turning her away. The first thing that popped into his head was Matt, someone he never wanted to not have as a friend.
"Lita, you know I love you, but there's one person that loves you so much more." Chris said softly, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, Matt is 100 times better then I am. I'm a wreck right now."
"I don't think he loves me anymore." she had wrapped her arms around her middle section, like she was trying to warm herself up.
"Now that I know is not true. Of course he loves you. You're all he talks about. Lita, everyone is messed up because of this Invasion thing. But trust me..he does love you, and no one is worth screwing that up with. Not even me, as handsome and charming as I am." he joked. She turned around, looking at him.
"Do you really think so?" she asked.
"Of course. And I know you love him too." he smiled.
"Of course I love him." she quickly replied. "But..I'm scared."
"About what?" he asked.
"I don't know. That I'm not good enough for him. That..well, I'm a bother to him. He keeps getting hurt, and it's always for me. He lost the belt. It's just continuous." she shook her head. "I don't deserve him."
"Well, sorry to punch a hole in your thinking, but you know Matt wouldn't protect you if he didn't think you were worth it. You gotta calm down, sweetie." he lifted her chin. "I know he thinks you're beautiful..hell, so do I. I could almost say I regret not taking that kiss up." She blushed brightly, but managed a little giggle.
"Now, are YOU all right?" he grinned.
"For a girl who just got life advice from a guy who jumps balconies, I think so." she finally let out a full blown smile. "I'm really sorry for.."
"Don't worry about it." he shook his head. "I know you just needed comfort from someone as cute as Matt."
"Don't give yourself that much credit." she smirked.
"Good, so you are back to normal." he laughed. "Can I go to bed now?"
"One more question." she informed him. "Well, you said that you were a wreck. Why?" Chris blinked. Had he said that? He was so engrossed in getting Lita in the right thinking state, that he must have just zoomed out on what he was saying.
"Nothing." he shrugged.
"I don't believe you, but I'm too tired to argue. Good night, Chris..and thanks."
"For what?"
"For not kissing back."