Author: Huntress
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountains, 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-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 11: Disses and Kisses
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Steph grinned at Lita. How long had it been since she'd had this much fun? Never. She'd never really had a best friend, or a half decent boyfriend (Andrew didn't count; her mother had pushed her into the relationship.) and now she had both, plus three great friends, Matt, Jeff, and Beniot. And now, her and her best friend were going for a girls day out. She hadn't had one of those since.. well, ok, she never really had one. She and Tori had gone to get their nails done once, but that was only because they had a show to do in 3 hours and wanted to look good. Now, her and Lita were going to get their nails and hair done, have lunch, go shopping, and whatever else caught their eye. Steph pulled on a pair of Paris Blues jeans. They were cute. Faded, hip hugging, and flares. She had forgot she even owned them, as she hadn't worn them since she was 19. Amazingly, they fit her comfortably. She threw on a black tank top, and curled her hair. She liked the soft waves, but Hunter always insisted on her over crimping it. Ick. She pulled on a pair of shoes, and looked over at Lita who had also just finished getting dressed. Her fiery red hair was also slightly wavy, and her tight navy blue halter top complimented her. Her pants matched Stephanie's perfectly, except they Lita's were white. She too pulled on her shoes. "Ready?" The red haired diva asked. Steph smiled. "Just about!" She quickly applied some slightly visible tannish looking lipstick and a little bit of lip gloss, and announced "Ready!" The girls set off arm in arm. 'Ok.. We're in Canada. Where to start...?' Lita must have asked the Canadian Crippler and Steph's new honey where to go, since she was walking with such an air of confidence on where to go. The next thing Steph knew, she was getting up from a seat in a nail shop exclaiming, "Oh my gosh! They're beautiful!" as Lita did the exact same thing. They walked out of the parlor, and stepped into a store called 'Rave'. Stephs smile turned into a look of disgust as she heard the sickeningly sweet voice. Almost immediately, she saw the bleached blond hair and knee length black jacket. Trish Stratus. Judging by how stiff and tense her friend got, Steph could tell Lita noticed her too. Trish turned around and her, uh, "sweet" smile vanished, being replaced by a look of distaste. "Well well well.. If it isn't the WWF's ugliest 'ladies." "Well well well... If it isn't Miss Plastic Fantastic herself." Steph shot back. Trish narrowed her eyes and Lita snickered. "Bitch please. Don't be jealous because I actually *have* a chest." Trish snapped. Steph immediately burst out laughing. "You call that a chest? Those are more like balloons." Lita smirked and added, "Yeah. Plastic and popable." Trish's eyes took on a look of fear as Steph grabbed a nearby fountain pen, and held it like a knife. "Wanna play?" Steph's eyes took on a glazed over look, and her voice was suddenly creepy. Trish backed out of the store, and ran for her life. Lita watched in amazement as Steph's eyes returned to normal, and she calmly put the pen down. Steph giggled at the look on Lita's face. "Never did like that bitch. Hey.. Do you think I look better in black or purple?" Lita shook her head and laughed. "Ya never cease to amaze me, girl. Oh, and defiantly black." The girls giggled a bit and went back to shopping. By 12:30, the girls each had several bags of clothes. Lita had a few new thongs, several pairs of pants, about 24 shirts, and 6 pairs of shoes. Stephanie had more pants than any thing, but also had about 20 or so shirts. Along with 7 pairs of shoes, she let Lita talk her into buying a bright orange thong, covered in glitter. Steph's stomach let out a grumble. "Lunch?" Lita asked with a laugh. "Definitely." They walked into the Rainforest Café. After a delicious lunch and a few more hours of shopping, the girls decided to head back. Taking a cab, they arrived in less than 45 minutes. When they walked into the hotel room, they dropped all 11 bags on the floor. Matt, Beniot, Jericho, and Jeff were sitting around playing cards. "Anything intersting happen?" Jeff asked, not looking up from his cards as Lita planted a kiss on the top of Matt's head. "Yeah.. A bit of a run in with Trish. Steph took care of her though." Lita replied. They explained, and everyone had a good laugh.
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountains, 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-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 11: Disses and Kisses
~*~
Steph grinned at Lita. How long had it been since she'd had this much fun? Never. She'd never really had a best friend, or a half decent boyfriend (Andrew didn't count; her mother had pushed her into the relationship.) and now she had both, plus three great friends, Matt, Jeff, and Beniot. And now, her and her best friend were going for a girls day out. She hadn't had one of those since.. well, ok, she never really had one. She and Tori had gone to get their nails done once, but that was only because they had a show to do in 3 hours and wanted to look good. Now, her and Lita were going to get their nails and hair done, have lunch, go shopping, and whatever else caught their eye. Steph pulled on a pair of Paris Blues jeans. They were cute. Faded, hip hugging, and flares. She had forgot she even owned them, as she hadn't worn them since she was 19. Amazingly, they fit her comfortably. She threw on a black tank top, and curled her hair. She liked the soft waves, but Hunter always insisted on her over crimping it. Ick. She pulled on a pair of shoes, and looked over at Lita who had also just finished getting dressed. Her fiery red hair was also slightly wavy, and her tight navy blue halter top complimented her. Her pants matched Stephanie's perfectly, except they Lita's were white. She too pulled on her shoes. "Ready?" The red haired diva asked. Steph smiled. "Just about!" She quickly applied some slightly visible tannish looking lipstick and a little bit of lip gloss, and announced "Ready!" The girls set off arm in arm. 'Ok.. We're in Canada. Where to start...?' Lita must have asked the Canadian Crippler and Steph's new honey where to go, since she was walking with such an air of confidence on where to go. The next thing Steph knew, she was getting up from a seat in a nail shop exclaiming, "Oh my gosh! They're beautiful!" as Lita did the exact same thing. They walked out of the parlor, and stepped into a store called 'Rave'. Stephs smile turned into a look of disgust as she heard the sickeningly sweet voice. Almost immediately, she saw the bleached blond hair and knee length black jacket. Trish Stratus. Judging by how stiff and tense her friend got, Steph could tell Lita noticed her too. Trish turned around and her, uh, "sweet" smile vanished, being replaced by a look of distaste. "Well well well.. If it isn't the WWF's ugliest 'ladies." "Well well well... If it isn't Miss Plastic Fantastic herself." Steph shot back. Trish narrowed her eyes and Lita snickered. "Bitch please. Don't be jealous because I actually *have* a chest." Trish snapped. Steph immediately burst out laughing. "You call that a chest? Those are more like balloons." Lita smirked and added, "Yeah. Plastic and popable." Trish's eyes took on a look of fear as Steph grabbed a nearby fountain pen, and held it like a knife. "Wanna play?" Steph's eyes took on a glazed over look, and her voice was suddenly creepy. Trish backed out of the store, and ran for her life. Lita watched in amazement as Steph's eyes returned to normal, and she calmly put the pen down. Steph giggled at the look on Lita's face. "Never did like that bitch. Hey.. Do you think I look better in black or purple?" Lita shook her head and laughed. "Ya never cease to amaze me, girl. Oh, and defiantly black." The girls giggled a bit and went back to shopping. By 12:30, the girls each had several bags of clothes. Lita had a few new thongs, several pairs of pants, about 24 shirts, and 6 pairs of shoes. Stephanie had more pants than any thing, but also had about 20 or so shirts. Along with 7 pairs of shoes, she let Lita talk her into buying a bright orange thong, covered in glitter. Steph's stomach let out a grumble. "Lunch?" Lita asked with a laugh. "Definitely." They walked into the Rainforest Café. After a delicious lunch and a few more hours of shopping, the girls decided to head back. Taking a cab, they arrived in less than 45 minutes. When they walked into the hotel room, they dropped all 11 bags on the floor. Matt, Beniot, Jericho, and Jeff were sitting around playing cards. "Anything intersting happen?" Jeff asked, not looking up from his cards as Lita planted a kiss on the top of Matt's head. "Yeah.. A bit of a run in with Trish. Steph took care of her though." Lita replied. They explained, and everyone had a good laugh.