Marshmallows Roasting Over an Open Fire
By the Angel
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"Stephanie. Stephanie. Stephanie. Stephanie!" Christy stood over Stephanie who was sleeping soundly. That is, until Christy woke her up. Stephanie moaned and clutched her head, trying to stare up at the face that woke her.
She frowned when she saw who it was. "Oh. It's you." She said the word 'you' with obvious distaste. Christy sighed. "We're not over this yet? Come on, Stephanie. You can't stay mad at me forever."
"Wanna bet?" Stephanie sneered. "I am sure you already know my last name." Christy nodded. "I am never going to forget the name of Stephanie McMahon." Stephanie smirked. "You shouldn't have had anyway."
Christy watched Stephanie walk to the window. "Do you enjoy being a bitch?" Stephanie turned around and looked at her friend. "Why does everyone think I am a bitch? I am just a spoiled, bratty, rotten, little-"
"Bitch." Stephanie sighed. "Maybe I am. But I can't help the way I am. You even said I couldn't help it! I grew up in a nice environment, I was used to everything handed to me on a silver platter, and I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I am sorry, Christy, but…"
Christy nodded. "I guess I understand. I was born on a farm, and my parents were too busy for me. So I guessed the cows raised me. I was brought up around good nature and to care for people. That's why I am like I am. Children learn what they live, Stephanie."
"That I know. I am not used to have anything taken away from me or things not going my way. That's why I get all-Bitchy, I guess." Stephanie sighed. Christy grinned. "Listen, Stephanie, I don't like Chris in that way. He's cool and all, but he's not my type. I want you to go to the dance with him."
Stephanie cocked an eyebrow and looked to the side. "But doesn't he have to ask me? If he's not going to ask me, then--" Christy grinned. "He wants to work it out." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "HE wants to work it out, or YOU told him that he wants to work it out?"
"Hey. Just be glad he's going to ask you, okay?" Christy blushed.
Stephanie giggled and smiled. "Thanks Christy, you're the best."
"Aw, shucks." Christy shrugged. "It's just Christine Courtman doing her job, as usual."