Go Fish, Part 2

By Lillian

Chris Irvine and Miranda Davis were both very stubborn people. It was quite literally the battle of the sexes. After Chris had mangaed to collect himself after that little tongue teased his ear, he bided his time until he had a chance to get her. He thought about how they had met, two years ago, in the parking lot of the Pepsi Center where he had just done a Smackdown taping. She had dropped a piece of paper on the way to her car. He had yelled out "Hey, miss, wait!" But she didn't answer him.

When he ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, she spun around and punched him in the nose and then kneed him in the groin. "What...did you...do...OW...that for?" When she realized that he had been trying to give her the paper, she looked immediately upset. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I couldn't hear you." Even though he was in pain, his brain registered that she spoke strangely, albeit speaking English very carefully and a bit more correctly than others did. "How could you not hear me? I practically screamed in a deserted parking lot!"

She didn't answer him,which was making him pissed. To his surprise, she said softly, but sternly, "Sir, I can't understand you right now because it's too dark for me to read your lips appropriately." Then it hit him. "Yes, I'm deaf. Now can we please get you back inside where you can bitch and moan some more with some ice?"

They had gone inside, where she could understand him better, and after he forgave her for the bruises, he wanted to know her better. They became friends right after that. After several months, Chris was becoming quite fluent in Sign Language and often, to the chagrin of his co-workers, he would cuss in Sign Language and they would have no idea what the hell he was saying. Now...it had changed. Somewhere down the line, he had begun to fall for her.