small cottage, that had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a lounge. From what she saw, Chris wasn't too happy with the arrangements either, and dumped his stuff in the living room, before inspecting the place for himself.
"I'm having this room," she heard him call out. She sighed tiredly, and dragged her stuff into
the other room. Both rooms had double beds, and she was too tired to argue with Chris right now.
"Are you all right?" Chris walked into the room, putting his hand lightly on her forehead, pretending to check her temperature.
"I'm fine," she said, a little annoyed, smacking his hand away, walking back to her bags, getting
out a long T-shirt, before she felt him grab her wrist, and turned to face him.
"No you're not, you didn't argue about who gets which room, like your dad said, something seems to be constantly bothering you," Chris replied, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Hmmm...lets see, I don't know what could be bothering me.... I've been sent on holiday,
with my biggest enemy, who hates me, I don't know, there can't be
anything to bother me here, can there?" Stephanie said in a sarcastic tone.
"You know, for once I don't think it's me that's bothering you, but anyway, I'm going to bed,
I'll see you tomorrow morning...~ if you're in a better mood, that is~.
-******-Early Early the next morning-**********-
Chris awoke after having a bad dream. He looked around, into the darkness, until his eyes
adjusted to the darkness, and lay back down, remembering where he was, and that he was
safe there. He lay back down, and sighed, this was going to wear him out, one whole month
with Stephanie McMahon.......He was sure he did some pretty bad stuff in the past, but this
was punishment enough for him to regret the whole lot. He glanced at the clock, and saw that
it was only 2:45am. he had just begun to drift off, when he heard coughing.
Chris sat up, and was debating to see if Stephanie was okay, when it stopped. Then he lay back and fell asleep instantly.
