Author: Huntress
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG for language.
Chapter 5: Could it be... Friendship?
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Wow... That had been a long argument. Chris just went on and on and on. All she did was pour -- er, spill -- a little coffee on him. Why the big deal? Sure, it was hot. But so what? The guy gets in the ring with people like Kane and Rhyno. It couldn't have hurt that bad. Steph looked out the window in the kitchen, her first time doing so. She held back the urge to shout. There was a POOL!! And a rather large one at that, complete with diving board. 'This must be someones vacation home,' Steph decided. She went into the bedroom, and dug through her bag. She had brought along her swim suit, just in case.. Well, this was the case! Changing quickly in the bathroom, Steph walked out into the living room in her black bikini. She could feel Jericho's eyes on her as she glided out the back door. "What the hell...?" He said aloud. He heard a splash, and immediately opened the door. Good God! There was a pool! He was saved!!!! He changed faster than he ever had, and dived right in, much to the dismay of Stephanie. She looked at him in distaste. Yes, they had made an agreement not to bother eachother. Yes, they had made an agreement to no more "matches". But she was still pissed. She wasn't even in for a full five minutes and he had already put a stop to her fun. She climbed up the steps and got out of the pool, intending to get a tan. But before she was at the lawn chair, his sniggering voice stopped her. "What? am I not good enough to swim with the princess? Or is the princess just to scared to swim with the Ayatollah?" She turned around with an annoyed look on her face and walked to the edge of the pool. She stood over Jericho with her hands on her hips. "If you must know, I'm going to get a tan." He looked at her blankly. "You don't need one." Her face took on an even more annoyed look. "Who the hell are you to tell me if I--" Her sentence was cut short by Jericho grabbing her hand and meeting her eyes with an evil smile. "Chris--no--please-- its cold-- I just dried off--" *SPLASH!* He had pulled her in. She surfaced, sputtering and coughing, trying to yell swears out at him at the same time. He looked at her curiously...she hadnt let go of his hand. "Dammit Chris I cant swim and were in the deep end--" "You cant swim?" He interrupted. "No." She said crossly. She grabbed the side of the pool and began to lift herself out, when she felt two strong hands rest around her hips and pull her down. For some reason, he didn't pull her under, as she expected him to. She turned to look at him, his hands still on her hips holding her up. "I'll teach you." "Why?" "Because..." "Because why?" "Just because!" He snapped. With his tone of voice, and the fact he could drown her in seconds, she allowed him to slip his hands into hers and lead her around the pool. She kicked with his urging, and was swimming around and laughing with him in no time. Jericho was making jokes and Steph was giggling like a 15 year old. They walked into the house together, remembering Hurricane Helms and all the other wacky WWF Stars. She smiled.. He had held the door open for her.
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG for language.
Chapter 5: Could it be... Friendship?
~*~
Wow... That had been a long argument. Chris just went on and on and on. All she did was pour -- er, spill -- a little coffee on him. Why the big deal? Sure, it was hot. But so what? The guy gets in the ring with people like Kane and Rhyno. It couldn't have hurt that bad. Steph looked out the window in the kitchen, her first time doing so. She held back the urge to shout. There was a POOL!! And a rather large one at that, complete with diving board. 'This must be someones vacation home,' Steph decided. She went into the bedroom, and dug through her bag. She had brought along her swim suit, just in case.. Well, this was the case! Changing quickly in the bathroom, Steph walked out into the living room in her black bikini. She could feel Jericho's eyes on her as she glided out the back door. "What the hell...?" He said aloud. He heard a splash, and immediately opened the door. Good God! There was a pool! He was saved!!!! He changed faster than he ever had, and dived right in, much to the dismay of Stephanie. She looked at him in distaste. Yes, they had made an agreement not to bother eachother. Yes, they had made an agreement to no more "matches". But she was still pissed. She wasn't even in for a full five minutes and he had already put a stop to her fun. She climbed up the steps and got out of the pool, intending to get a tan. But before she was at the lawn chair, his sniggering voice stopped her. "What? am I not good enough to swim with the princess? Or is the princess just to scared to swim with the Ayatollah?" She turned around with an annoyed look on her face and walked to the edge of the pool. She stood over Jericho with her hands on her hips. "If you must know, I'm going to get a tan." He looked at her blankly. "You don't need one." Her face took on an even more annoyed look. "Who the hell are you to tell me if I--" Her sentence was cut short by Jericho grabbing her hand and meeting her eyes with an evil smile. "Chris--no--please-- its cold-- I just dried off--" *SPLASH!* He had pulled her in. She surfaced, sputtering and coughing, trying to yell swears out at him at the same time. He looked at her curiously...she hadnt let go of his hand. "Dammit Chris I cant swim and were in the deep end--" "You cant swim?" He interrupted. "No." She said crossly. She grabbed the side of the pool and began to lift herself out, when she felt two strong hands rest around her hips and pull her down. For some reason, he didn't pull her under, as she expected him to. She turned to look at him, his hands still on her hips holding her up. "I'll teach you." "Why?" "Because..." "Because why?" "Just because!" He snapped. With his tone of voice, and the fact he could drown her in seconds, she allowed him to slip his hands into hers and lead her around the pool. She kicked with his urging, and was swimming around and laughing with him in no time. Jericho was making jokes and Steph was giggling like a 15 year old. They walked into the house together, remembering Hurricane Helms and all the other wacky WWF Stars. She smiled.. He had held the door open for her.