Title: Story in a Bottle
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own HHH, Y2J, Trish or Stephanie. Izzie is now recognised as owning herself. :P (Don't you just hate sisters?)
Acknowledgements: Miss Calysto-Helmsley and Keilrules! Thanks for standing by me! This one's for you!
Chapter 9: It was… I dunno… surreal.
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"Hi, Izzie." Chris said, smiling at me. I sat back down on the stool I had previously been sitting on.
"If this is some kind of joke, Chris, it isn't funny." I told him. My head was swimming, Marie had convinced me that it wouldn't be a wrestler, and Chris was notorious for having brief flings with girls. Besides, I only saw him as a friend, and it wasn't that long ago I was lusting after Rocky. Chris sat on the stool next to me, and ordered a drink. He looked at me and smiled.
"Why would I want to pull a prank on you, Izzie?" he asked. "It would be so much easier to get Stacy or Torrie out here, but I chose you. Doesn't that tell you something?"
"That you've already tried them?" I asked him. "Look, I'm just a booker. Like hell anybody would like me for being 'me'. Especially a superstar."
Chris snorted into his drink. "And I suppose Paul is using you, too, then, is he?" Chris said, a wide grin across his face. "Izzie, there are more important things to a guy than how easy you are, things like personality and intelligence are some of the best turn-ons a guy could ask for."
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Marie sat by the phone in her hotel room. She had made Izzie promise that she would call when she returned. Marie was sprawled across her bed, with Nidia asleep in the other one, they were room partners for the evening. Marie yawned and looked at her watch; it was 1:27 in the morning, and there was still no call from either Izzie or Chris. It must be a good sign. Either that, or a very bad sign. Still, she would stay awake until she got the call….
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Chris and Izzie were still at the club. It had taken a surprisingly short amount of time to get Izzie to open up. They had mainly sat at the bar, but he had persuaded Izzie to get up and dance. He was surprised, she was so natural and such a graceful mover, but she was still quite shy. This was the one girl Chris decided he wasn't going to rush into bed with, he was going to take things slowly, if she even agreed to another date.
She was so different to the girls that he usually went for, the ones that you could bed in five minutes. And she was so… not blonde. Her firey red hair was the opposite of the usual blonde girls. Still, change is good, right?
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I sat down after one of the dances, hot, but happy. Hey, this was so much fun, I hadn't enjoyed myself like this for ages. I was about to order a drink when I felt Chris tug at my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor again. Instead of the usual dancy-dancy songs, it was a slow, soulful number. I felt a bit strange as Chris pulled me into a close hug, but immediately relaxed into his strong arms and his soft touch. It was so natural to put my arms around his neck, and I did. I even rested my head on his chest, and I heard the beating of his hear, and felt him breathing as we waltzed around the room… Chris leaned forward, and looked as though he was going to say something to me.
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He looked at her, the light in her eyes, the smile on her face. "You heard me." He breathed. "GO AWAY!"
Stephanie scowled up at Paul. She had left The Rock's hotel room, and crept along the corridor to where she was standing now, The Game's hotel doorway. She knew that Trish was out today, off with one of her friends, and Stephanie thought this would be the ideal time to get her claws into Paul. She was obviously mistaken. She walked away without a fight, but she hadn't quite given up yet.
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I collapsed onto my bed, a wide smile on my face. Chris hadn't been trying to speak to me, he was going to kiss me. I could picture the kiss in my head, and I could feel the feelings I felt. There were bright colours and fireworks flashing through my head, I could feel his arms wrapped tightly, but not too tightly, around my waist. I could taste his breath, and I could feel my legs going all wobbily. It was all I ever wanted in a kiss, and quite possibly more.
Chris and Izzie. Izzie and Chris. Wow. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
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Marie was woken up by a loud bang. Nidia looked shyly round the bathroom door. "Sorry, Mar-Mar." she said, and shut the door quietly. Marie picked up the phone, and dialled the desk.
"Hello, this is room 287, have I missed any incoming calls?" she asked them.
"Let me just check, Madam. Ah, yes, two. One from a Miss Laeman, and one from a Mr Irvine. Both were around 4:30 to 4:50." The man at the desk said.
"Thank you." Marie said, before hanging up, a wide grin spreading on her face. She loved playing matchmaker. She picked up the phone, and dialled Izzie's room.
"Iz-ter speaking." Izzie said in her half sleepy stupor.
"Hi Iz, it's Marie."
"Hang on a sec." Izzie said, and Marie heard voices. "What did you say?"
"Is CHRIS there?" Marie asked, jumping up.
"Chris where?" Nidia yelled from in the shower.
"In Izzie's bed, by the sounds of it!" Marie yelled into the bathroom.
"He isn't!" Marie insisted, when Nidia asked the same thing.
"He is! I heard him!"
"What?!" They both said again.
"Stop playing the innocent! Izzie! I heard a voice!"
Izzie sighed. "It's the TV!"
"Oh," Marie said. "But it sounded so like Chris."
"All voices are alike that are coming from this scrap of metal." Izzie said, determined. "But last night, it was… I dunno… surreal."
"Wow, do tell!" Marie said, but Izzie refused, so Marie hung up the phone on her friend, and dialled in Chris's mobile number.
"Yello!" Chris said.
"Chris, what happened last night, I couldn't get any sense out of Izzie!" Marie moaned into the retreiver.
"You called Izzie?" Chris asked, and Marie could have sworn she heard a giggle in the background. It sounded stifled, but she could have sworn it was Izzie's.
"Chris, are you with Izzie?" Marie asked.
"What do you mean by that? With her as in With her or with her as in dating her?" Chris said, and Marie could hear more giggling.
"What's laughing?"
"Radio"
"Sure?"
"Either that or it's the desk." Chris said, defiantly. "Look, Izzie's not in my room, I promise ya that. Can you leave me now? I need to shower."
"But, Chris, what happ…." Marie started, but the phone went dead. "Damn."
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I laughed freely now. Marie was so sharp, but so gullible. I turned and looked over to the other side of my room, to where Chris was sitting on my bed, wearing his boxers.
"I thought you said you had to shower?" I asked him, teasingly.
"Yeah, you're right. I do." Chris said, and he walked over to where I was sitting on the desk. He picked me up, and I shrieked with laughter, and he headed for the bathroom, me in his arms.
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Not finished yet, still got to finish the TV story! Please Review!!!
(The Real Circle (and progress report;) : Hunter and Izzie are friends. Stephanie loves Hunter (getting worse), Hunter loves Trish (still very good), Trish loves Chris Jericho (ended), Chris Jericho loves Izzie (very good), Izzie loves The Rock (ended), and The Rock loves Stephanie (good).
Place your votes for who gets who on TV now!!! (LoL)
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Author: WWFDivaGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own HHH, Y2J, Trish or Stephanie. Izzie is now recognised as owning herself. :P (Don't you just hate sisters?)
Acknowledgements: Miss Calysto-Helmsley and Keilrules! Thanks for standing by me! This one's for you!
Chapter 9: It was… I dunno… surreal.
******
"Hi, Izzie." Chris said, smiling at me. I sat back down on the stool I had previously been sitting on.
"If this is some kind of joke, Chris, it isn't funny." I told him. My head was swimming, Marie had convinced me that it wouldn't be a wrestler, and Chris was notorious for having brief flings with girls. Besides, I only saw him as a friend, and it wasn't that long ago I was lusting after Rocky. Chris sat on the stool next to me, and ordered a drink. He looked at me and smiled.
"Why would I want to pull a prank on you, Izzie?" he asked. "It would be so much easier to get Stacy or Torrie out here, but I chose you. Doesn't that tell you something?"
"That you've already tried them?" I asked him. "Look, I'm just a booker. Like hell anybody would like me for being 'me'. Especially a superstar."
Chris snorted into his drink. "And I suppose Paul is using you, too, then, is he?" Chris said, a wide grin across his face. "Izzie, there are more important things to a guy than how easy you are, things like personality and intelligence are some of the best turn-ons a guy could ask for."
******
Marie sat by the phone in her hotel room. She had made Izzie promise that she would call when she returned. Marie was sprawled across her bed, with Nidia asleep in the other one, they were room partners for the evening. Marie yawned and looked at her watch; it was 1:27 in the morning, and there was still no call from either Izzie or Chris. It must be a good sign. Either that, or a very bad sign. Still, she would stay awake until she got the call….
******
Chris and Izzie were still at the club. It had taken a surprisingly short amount of time to get Izzie to open up. They had mainly sat at the bar, but he had persuaded Izzie to get up and dance. He was surprised, she was so natural and such a graceful mover, but she was still quite shy. This was the one girl Chris decided he wasn't going to rush into bed with, he was going to take things slowly, if she even agreed to another date.
She was so different to the girls that he usually went for, the ones that you could bed in five minutes. And she was so… not blonde. Her firey red hair was the opposite of the usual blonde girls. Still, change is good, right?
******
I sat down after one of the dances, hot, but happy. Hey, this was so much fun, I hadn't enjoyed myself like this for ages. I was about to order a drink when I felt Chris tug at my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor again. Instead of the usual dancy-dancy songs, it was a slow, soulful number. I felt a bit strange as Chris pulled me into a close hug, but immediately relaxed into his strong arms and his soft touch. It was so natural to put my arms around his neck, and I did. I even rested my head on his chest, and I heard the beating of his hear, and felt him breathing as we waltzed around the room… Chris leaned forward, and looked as though he was going to say something to me.
******
He looked at her, the light in her eyes, the smile on her face. "You heard me." He breathed. "GO AWAY!"
Stephanie scowled up at Paul. She had left The Rock's hotel room, and crept along the corridor to where she was standing now, The Game's hotel doorway. She knew that Trish was out today, off with one of her friends, and Stephanie thought this would be the ideal time to get her claws into Paul. She was obviously mistaken. She walked away without a fight, but she hadn't quite given up yet.
******
I collapsed onto my bed, a wide smile on my face. Chris hadn't been trying to speak to me, he was going to kiss me. I could picture the kiss in my head, and I could feel the feelings I felt. There were bright colours and fireworks flashing through my head, I could feel his arms wrapped tightly, but not too tightly, around my waist. I could taste his breath, and I could feel my legs going all wobbily. It was all I ever wanted in a kiss, and quite possibly more.
Chris and Izzie. Izzie and Chris. Wow. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
******
Marie was woken up by a loud bang. Nidia looked shyly round the bathroom door. "Sorry, Mar-Mar." she said, and shut the door quietly. Marie picked up the phone, and dialled the desk.
"Hello, this is room 287, have I missed any incoming calls?" she asked them.
"Let me just check, Madam. Ah, yes, two. One from a Miss Laeman, and one from a Mr Irvine. Both were around 4:30 to 4:50." The man at the desk said.
"Thank you." Marie said, before hanging up, a wide grin spreading on her face. She loved playing matchmaker. She picked up the phone, and dialled Izzie's room.
"Iz-ter speaking." Izzie said in her half sleepy stupor.
"Hi Iz, it's Marie."
"Hang on a sec." Izzie said, and Marie heard voices. "What did you say?"
"Is CHRIS there?" Marie asked, jumping up.
"Chris where?" Nidia yelled from in the shower.
"In Izzie's bed, by the sounds of it!" Marie yelled into the bathroom.
"He isn't!" Marie insisted, when Nidia asked the same thing.
"He is! I heard him!"
"What?!" They both said again.
"Stop playing the innocent! Izzie! I heard a voice!"
Izzie sighed. "It's the TV!"
"Oh," Marie said. "But it sounded so like Chris."
"All voices are alike that are coming from this scrap of metal." Izzie said, determined. "But last night, it was… I dunno… surreal."
"Wow, do tell!" Marie said, but Izzie refused, so Marie hung up the phone on her friend, and dialled in Chris's mobile number.
"Yello!" Chris said.
"Chris, what happened last night, I couldn't get any sense out of Izzie!" Marie moaned into the retreiver.
"You called Izzie?" Chris asked, and Marie could have sworn she heard a giggle in the background. It sounded stifled, but she could have sworn it was Izzie's.
"Chris, are you with Izzie?" Marie asked.
"What do you mean by that? With her as in With her or with her as in dating her?" Chris said, and Marie could hear more giggling.
"What's laughing?"
"Radio"
"Sure?"
"Either that or it's the desk." Chris said, defiantly. "Look, Izzie's not in my room, I promise ya that. Can you leave me now? I need to shower."
"But, Chris, what happ…." Marie started, but the phone went dead. "Damn."
******
I laughed freely now. Marie was so sharp, but so gullible. I turned and looked over to the other side of my room, to where Chris was sitting on my bed, wearing his boxers.
"I thought you said you had to shower?" I asked him, teasingly.
"Yeah, you're right. I do." Chris said, and he walked over to where I was sitting on the desk. He picked me up, and I shrieked with laughter, and he headed for the bathroom, me in his arms.
******
Not finished yet, still got to finish the TV story! Please Review!!!
(The Real Circle (and progress report;) : Hunter and Izzie are friends. Stephanie loves Hunter (getting worse), Hunter loves Trish (still very good), Trish loves Chris Jericho (ended), Chris Jericho loves Izzie (very good), Izzie loves The Rock (ended), and The Rock loves Stephanie (good).
Place your votes for who gets who on TV now!!! (LoL)
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