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Chapter 3: I'm a Glorified Baby-Sitter! (The Games We Play)
Jericho struggled to the surface, coughing and sputtering. His first thought was of Steph. Frantically, scanning the surrounding area, he turned in every direction, hoping to see her brunette head pop up. "Stephanie!" he cried, cupping his hands to his mouth. Somehow, he felt responsible for the billion dollar Princess, feeling that Vince, for some crazy reason, entrusted her to him. *Oh great, I'm a glorified baby-sitter,* he thought to himself. That's when he saw it, a piece of driftwood floating towards him, with a body flung over it. Quickly, he swam over to Stephanie, ignoring the pounding in his heart and the throbbing in his leg. He touched his fingers to her neck. Feeling the blood pounding within the carotid artery, he drew a deep breath, *Thank goodness, she's alive!* Chris stared up at the sheer wall of rock towering above them, *Well, that won't work,* he thought with a sigh of frustration. He latched onto the piece of wood with one arm and gently tilted Stephanie's head back with the other. *No bleeding, I guess that's a good sign,* Chris thought, unaware that his heart beat had long since calmed down as well.
Several hours later:
After floating on the open sea for quite some time, Stephanie stirred in her sleep, at the feel of something smooth brush against her leg. "Mmm, Chris move your leg off of me!" she grumbled, kicking at his leg. When she felt nothing but water Stephanie woke up with a start. "Chris?" she questioned, her hoarse voice on the verge of panic. Swiftly, she turned her head and saw Chris clinging to the log, sound asleep. She breathed a huge of relief, *Good, he's still here. Uh oh, if I felt something brush against my leg and it wasn't Chris, what was it?* "Chris!" Stephanie shrieked, pulling on the sleeve of his sopping, wet hockey jersey.
"Wha, huh," he responded groggily.
"Shark, it's a shark!"
"What!" Jericho slipped off the wood and under the water.
"Oh no you don't, you're not leaving me alone," Stephanie cried, grabbing a hold of Jericho's collar. He popped up out of the water, laughing.
"Why are you laughing when we're surrounded by sharks?!" she demanded indignantly. Stephanie stared at him in disbelief. "Have you lost your marbles or something?"
"No, but maybe you should try using yours," he commented, still laughing. "They're dolphins babe, the curvature of the fins," Chris replied, calming down.
"Oh," she said quietly, feeling quite the fool.
"Hey, um Steph, about what I said a minute ago..." Jericho turned to look at Stephanie, her cheek resting on the wood, her breathing light. "Sweet dreams Steph," Chris said softly. Unable to utter a word, Stephanie stared off into the murky distance, a lump in her throat.
Early the next morning:
*Something gritty and wet beneath my toes...* Wearily, Stephanie opened her eyes. "Where are we?" she croaked. Chris lay face down in the sand beside her. She shook his shoulder gently, "Chris?" Fear seizing her, she shook him harder, "Chris!"
Hearing the panic laced in her voice, Chris tiredly forced opened his eyes, "You really have to stop waking me up this way, it's bad for my beauty sleep," he cracked.
"Well that would explain a lot," Stephanie teased, a smile playing across her face.
Chris turned to look at her face in the sunlight. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "You know, you really do look beau..." He stopped, seeing the frozen look on her face. Chris pulled back as if he'd been stung. *Geez, what am I doing?!*
Dressed in a brown, turtleneck sweater, Stephanie was starting to bake in the searing, hot rays of the sun.
"It's getting hot," Stephanie complained, tugging on the neckline of her sweater.
"Well, just take your shirt off. Oh wait, since you don't wear the latest wunderbra, that's not an option."
Stephanie jumped up angrily, "You really are a jerk Jericho!" Stephanie took off down the beach in a dead run.
"Hey wait a minute, I didn't mean it as an insult, I was just being... come on Stephanie!" Quite a distance from Chris now, Stephanie yanked her cashmere sweater over her head, *This ought to get him!* she thought with a smirk.
Jericho stared after her, the flesh of her back exposed. He blinked several times, "Oh man, I was right, she really doesn't wear bras!"
Does Stephanie really wear bras?
Will Jericho go after her, and remove his shirt as well?
Don't click that button...
If you would like to use my story, please ask me first, thanks.
Chapter 3: I'm a Glorified Baby-Sitter! (The Games We Play)
Jericho struggled to the surface, coughing and sputtering. His first thought was of Steph. Frantically, scanning the surrounding area, he turned in every direction, hoping to see her brunette head pop up. "Stephanie!" he cried, cupping his hands to his mouth. Somehow, he felt responsible for the billion dollar Princess, feeling that Vince, for some crazy reason, entrusted her to him. *Oh great, I'm a glorified baby-sitter,* he thought to himself. That's when he saw it, a piece of driftwood floating towards him, with a body flung over it. Quickly, he swam over to Stephanie, ignoring the pounding in his heart and the throbbing in his leg. He touched his fingers to her neck. Feeling the blood pounding within the carotid artery, he drew a deep breath, *Thank goodness, she's alive!* Chris stared up at the sheer wall of rock towering above them, *Well, that won't work,* he thought with a sigh of frustration. He latched onto the piece of wood with one arm and gently tilted Stephanie's head back with the other. *No bleeding, I guess that's a good sign,* Chris thought, unaware that his heart beat had long since calmed down as well.
Several hours later:
After floating on the open sea for quite some time, Stephanie stirred in her sleep, at the feel of something smooth brush against her leg. "Mmm, Chris move your leg off of me!" she grumbled, kicking at his leg. When she felt nothing but water Stephanie woke up with a start. "Chris?" she questioned, her hoarse voice on the verge of panic. Swiftly, she turned her head and saw Chris clinging to the log, sound asleep. She breathed a huge of relief, *Good, he's still here. Uh oh, if I felt something brush against my leg and it wasn't Chris, what was it?* "Chris!" Stephanie shrieked, pulling on the sleeve of his sopping, wet hockey jersey.
"Wha, huh," he responded groggily.
"Shark, it's a shark!"
"What!" Jericho slipped off the wood and under the water.
"Oh no you don't, you're not leaving me alone," Stephanie cried, grabbing a hold of Jericho's collar. He popped up out of the water, laughing.
"Why are you laughing when we're surrounded by sharks?!" she demanded indignantly. Stephanie stared at him in disbelief. "Have you lost your marbles or something?"
"No, but maybe you should try using yours," he commented, still laughing. "They're dolphins babe, the curvature of the fins," Chris replied, calming down.
"Oh," she said quietly, feeling quite the fool.
"Hey, um Steph, about what I said a minute ago..." Jericho turned to look at Stephanie, her cheek resting on the wood, her breathing light. "Sweet dreams Steph," Chris said softly. Unable to utter a word, Stephanie stared off into the murky distance, a lump in her throat.
Early the next morning:
*Something gritty and wet beneath my toes...* Wearily, Stephanie opened her eyes. "Where are we?" she croaked. Chris lay face down in the sand beside her. She shook his shoulder gently, "Chris?" Fear seizing her, she shook him harder, "Chris!"
Hearing the panic laced in her voice, Chris tiredly forced opened his eyes, "You really have to stop waking me up this way, it's bad for my beauty sleep," he cracked.
"Well that would explain a lot," Stephanie teased, a smile playing across her face.
Chris turned to look at her face in the sunlight. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "You know, you really do look beau..." He stopped, seeing the frozen look on her face. Chris pulled back as if he'd been stung. *Geez, what am I doing?!*
Dressed in a brown, turtleneck sweater, Stephanie was starting to bake in the searing, hot rays of the sun.
"It's getting hot," Stephanie complained, tugging on the neckline of her sweater.
"Well, just take your shirt off. Oh wait, since you don't wear the latest wunderbra, that's not an option."
Stephanie jumped up angrily, "You really are a jerk Jericho!" Stephanie took off down the beach in a dead run.
"Hey wait a minute, I didn't mean it as an insult, I was just being... come on Stephanie!" Quite a distance from Chris now, Stephanie yanked her cashmere sweater over her head, *This ought to get him!* she thought with a smirk.
Jericho stared after her, the flesh of her back exposed. He blinked several times, "Oh man, I was right, she really doesn't wear bras!"
Does Stephanie really wear bras?
Will Jericho go after her, and remove his shirt as well?
Don't click that button...