I Can't Help Myself
Summary: Stephanie has a crush on somebody…and she doesn't want to admit it! Oh, whatever shall she do? Inspired by a segment on RAW 9/17/01. Told from Stephanie's perspective. I own nobody. (But I wish I owned Shane! Is that a crime?)
I sat in the chair, trailing my fingers on its smooth, hard surface. I didn't let my gaze slip from the chair, or it may have wandered to the other side of the room, where I most definitely did not want it to go.
I tried, I really did try, but it was no use. Mere seconds after I made my promise not to look, I did. It was more of an instinct, I assured myself. It was a business transaction between my brother and Rob Van Dam, I said to myself, I had to pay attention to that sort of thing. It wasn't because of Rob…even though he had gorgeous hair, wonderful eyes, chiseled abs….
No! I thought to myself, I couldn't think that way. I love Hunter; not Rob!
But I couldn't help it. Rob was handsome, I couldn't deny that, and Hunter wasn't around. It wasn't like it was my fault; it was my hormones.
Yeah. That's it.
It was hormones.
"Hey Steph?" I heard a voice call my name. My head snapped up, and my breath was taken away. It was Rob. And he was naked!
I almost gasped, but then I realized that the naked factor of that equation was my overactive imagination.
"Uh," I choked, "uh, yeah, Rob?"
"Are you okay?" he asked in his easy-going style. "You were kind of just looking at me blankly."
"Yeah," I replied, trying to force a smile onto my face. "I'm cool."
"Just like me," he said, and pointed to himself.
I felt my heart melt as he left the room.
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Several hours after that meeting, it was RAW and I was already in trouble. I got myself booked into a handicapped match against The Rock with Test as my partner. I had just finished an argument with my brother, Shane, and though I knew he was right, I was just too stubborn to admit it.
I slowly circled around a corner that I had passed several minutes before when I saw Rob walk out of Steve Austin's dressing room. I immediately felt my mouth go dry and tighten, and I froze, hoping he would just pass me by so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself.
"Hey Steph!"
No such luck.
"Are you okay?" Rob asked.
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out, so I closed it again. Finally, I managed to say, "No, I am not okay."
Rob walked closer to me until he was so close that I could smell his cologne. "Is there anything that I can do to make you feel better?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning slightly. "Pin Chris Jericho in your match later tonight." I hissed. Thinking of that…that…man. Pitiful excuse for a man, I corrected myself.
"Is that all?" Rob asked, his face splitting into a huge grin. "I've got you covered, Steph!"
My mind partially concentrated on that weasel, Chris Jericho, the other on Rob's face, I said, "All right. How about you take on Jericho for that Hardcore Title at Unforgiven this Sunday?"
Rob nodded and his grin got even wider. "Hardcore! I like it hardcore!" I swear I saw him wink at me.
"Yeah," I replied, gulping.
"Okay, if you want anything else to make you feel better, just say so," he said as he walked away.
As he walked away, I eyed him up a little. As I looked, I couldn't help myself. I called out, "Anything?"
He turned around and gave me a huge grin. I smiled weakly, and I felt my knees buckle and my throat go dry.
I know it's wrong, but I can't help it.
Is it infatuation? Well, yes. I blushed at that thought…me have a crush on Rob?
No.
Never. It's not possible.
I was about to turn away, when I saw Rob heading back towards me, that huge grin still on his face.
I felt my throat go dry again….
THE END