Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter 7: Advice
{disclaimer: 3 Doors Down owns "Loser"}
Chris stumbled out of the bathroom, and looked away from Morgan. "It's all yours." Morgan threw the covers over her head and nodded. As she walked to the threshold of the bathroom doorway, she stopped. So did Chris.
"Wait." She grabbed his shoulders. "This is too awkward. You can't keep avoiding me like this." Chris turned his head away from her not bearing to look at the black eyes that demanded an answer. "Yes I can." He mumbled.
Morgan frowned. "Then this isn't going to work." She dropped his shoulders and walked into the bathroom.
Chris pulled on his jeans and such and sighed. He wanted it to work, but Morgan had to cooperate with him in order for it to. She just pushed him away, and he didn't understand it. He knew she liked him. But why did she have to be such a woman? He asked himself.
Desire was going through each of them, then why did they do a big fat nothing about it?
/ You're getting closer to pushing me /
Off life's little edge
Cause I am a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead /
Morgan wrapped the yellow green towel around her wet body and frowned at herself in the mirror. Why could have gone wrong with Chris? "I want him to be the same loudmouth, immature pest that I met a few days ago." She told herself.
"Everything was much better that way. Now…I have to get feelings for him." Morgan sighed at herself and threw the cup of water on the mirror so she wouldn't have to see her own reflection.
/ You're getting closer
You're holding the rope and I am taking the fall
I am a loser, I am loser, yeah /
"Chris?" Morgan inquired. Chris turned around. "Yeah?" He muttered. She frowned. "I am going to go to Molly's room. I'll see you at the arena." Chris nodded and didn't see her to the door. Morgan threw on an old shirt and jeans and left the room.
*
Morgan knocked at Molly's door, waiting for an answer. "Molly, it's Morgan. Open up." After a few minutes of silence, Molly opened the door, her hair was disheveled and her clothes were inside out. "Hi- Oh my god, am I interrupting something?"
Molly blushed. "No! Uh, what do you want?" Morgan sighed. "I am having problems with Chris. Can I come in?" Molly frowned. "Okay…Spike, get dressed!" Molly called. Morgan stepped into the hotel room. "So, what's wrong with Chris?"
"Oh, god. A bunch of things." Morgan let herself plop down on the chair by Molly's bed. "And I had this really weird dream last night." Molly nodded. "What was it?" Morgan sighed. "I had amnesia, and…I thought Chris and I were married."
Molly frowned. "That must mean you want to marry him." Morgan raised an eyebrow. "You think?" Molly shrugged. "Maybe he had the same dream." Morgan shrugged. "I doubt it. Besides, I don't think one dream would make him be like this."
"Be like what?"
"You know, Molly. He's not loud, not a smart allic, not…Chris."
"Give it time."
"I guess I should."
"Okay."
"I am going to go to the arena…See ya later."
"Bye."
Morgan left, problems not solved.
*
Chris sighed and knocked on Molly's door again. "What?" Molly called. "It's Chris. Open the door!" Molly sighed and opened the door. "What? Morgan isn't here, she left a few minutes ago." Chris nodded. "Good. Molly, I need to talk to you."
Molly sighed. "Can it wait?" Chris cocked his head thoughtfully. "Nope." Molly opened the door wider. "Fine, come in." Chris entered the room. "I had this dream about Morgan last night." Molly grinned. "Did you dream you were married?"
"No," Chris made a face. "What made you think that?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Because Morgan dreamt that." He raised an eyebrow. "She did?" Molly nodded. "Yes. What was your dream?" Chris sighed.
"Sure ya wanna know?" Molly nodded. "Yeah, I'll tell you what it means." Chris frowned, embarrassed. "I dreamed I had sex with her." Molly blushed. "It means…You want her." Chris rolled his eyes. "Really?" Molly sighed. "Look do you want me to help you or not?"
Chris sighed. "Okay, I am sorry. What's your advice?" Molly shrugged. "You gotta work it out." Chris stared at her. "I came here and told you the most personal thing I ever told anyone. And that's the shit advice you give me?"
"Well, what do you want to do?" She asked him, not changing her expression. Chris sighed and rubbed his neck. "I want to work it out. I want everything to be perfect between her and me. I want her to be my wife, and I want to have a nice family and not worry about anything."
Molly smiled, just a bit, at Chris. "That's desire. It's not reality." Chris looked away from her. "I know it's desire. That's all I have for Morgan McMahon is desire! But she'd never fall for me…" Molly reached out and stroked Chris's arm comfortingly.
"What makes you so sure?" Chris frowned and turned back to face the bubbly blonde. "She's engaged." Molly chuckled. "It's one of those things were you think it's right, and it feels right, but it's wrong. In time, Chris. Morgan will be just another fling. And when she's married, and has children, you won't even remember her."
Chris jumped up quickly, and knocked over a chair. Molly jumped up herself and screamed, since she was terribly stunned by Chris's actions. "I am not going to forget her, Molly. Not now. Not ever. She's in my life now. And whenever you step into Chris Jericho's world, there is no escaping."
He left, angered and annoyed. So much for Little Miss Molly's advice.