Reader Diva

Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.

A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)

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Thank you, voters! You were all really nice to Fiona, and let her have a date! (Well, a friendly breakfast!). I don't particularly like this chapter, but I had exams, and I wanted you to have something else to vote for! Tell me if you like it or not along with your vote! (Honesty is always good… kinda…)

A/N: Triple H is the Undisputed Champion at the moment… I just need that for the story… sorry people!

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"Not got anything better to do…" Fiona said casually.

"Great," Chris replied. "I'll meet you in the lobby in… half an hour?"

"Sounds great," Fiona said. "See you then…"

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Trish sighed and tapped her fingers against the desk. Again, she picked up the phone, and dialled Fiona's room. While the phone rang, Trish clawed through her clothes, deciding on hat to wear for the day. She found a black top and the silver trousers that she was looking for, and hung up the phone.

If Fiona didn't get up soon, she'd be late. But right now, Trish had the more important matter of her hair to think about.

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"What transport are you getting to the arena?" Chris asked Fiona, as they stood outside the hotel after breakfast.

"Grabbing a lift with Trish," Fiona said. "You going to be there today?"

"Yeah. I'm going to be filming some stuff with Triple H to be shown on Smackdown," he said. "But I've got my own ride"

Fiona snorted. "That's the first thing that I have heard that makes a rental pile of junk sound classy!"

"It's not a pile of junk…" Chris said defensively, causing Fiona to raise an eyebrow that The Rock would be proud of. "Ok, it's a pile of junk! Happy now?"

"Perfectly content," Fiona said.

"If you want, you can catch a life with me," Chris said.

"Sure. I doubt Trish will be findable anyway." Fiona said. "I've just got to get my gear from my room. Come on, it'll only be a minute."

Chris smiled and headed to the elevator behind Fiona. She was one interesting girl.

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Trish picked up her bag and walked out of her room, intent on finding her friend. Trish took the stairs down to the third floor, and started navigating the maze-like corridors.

"Room 349… where is it?" Trish mused to herself.

"Third corridor on the right, fourth room on the left," an eager staff member told her, causing Trish to jump.

"Thanks," Trish said.

"No problem," the man said. "I was wondering… are you really Trish Stratus?"

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Fiona opened the door. "Sorry about the mess…" she said.

"Mess? Compared to my room, this place is tidy!" Chris said, jokingly.

"I'll just be a couple of minutes…" Fiona said, pulling her bag out from under her bed. Fiona started rummaging around under a pile of Chrissie's black clothes, pulling out the odd piece of clothing, and invariably throwing it back down again. "I have nothing to wear!" she said, forgetting that she wasn't alone in the room.

"Looks like you have plenty to me," Chris said.

"You know what I mean," Fiona replied.

"Do I?"

Fiona sighed. "Don't try me, Chrissie!"

"Don't try you, what? CHRISSIE?" Chris said innocently.

Fiona picked up one of her pillows, hitting it across Chris's head. He picked up the other pillow, and started hitting back. Fiona backed into the bathroom, as the fight continued, laughing. Chris was laughing back, and Fiona seized her chance. She pushed Chris into the shower cubicle and he fell into the tap, dousing him in ice-cold water. Fiona doubled over laughing. Chris quickly turned the tap off, and started laughing, too.

"You're mad, Chrissie," Chris told Fiona.

"You too, Mr Jericho!" Fiona said, still laughing.

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Trish had left the eager fan after a quick conversation, and she headed along in the direction he had sent her, and was surprised when she got to the room. She knocked at the door and waited for a few seconds before knocking again.

"Just coming!" Fiona called out.

Trish rested her head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling, waiting fo the door to open. She heard the creak and turned around to face Fiona.

"Finally Chrissie, where have you…" She stopped dead.

Chris Jericho grinned cheekily back at her, topless, wearing his jeans. "Hi Trish."

Trish looked at Chris. "I thought this was Chrissie's room… I must have the wrong number. Sorry for disturbing you…"

"No problem," Chris said. "Chrissie! Visitor!"

Trish's eyes opened wide as Fiona appeared in the doorframe. "You're a quick mover!"

"Huh?"

"You two!"

Fiona looked at Trish. "Come on, we'll be late. I'll tell you about it on the way there."

Chris looked at Fiona. "I'll just make my own way there"

"No, you offered me a lift, and I accepted. Trish can join us." Fiona said stubbornly.

"But I…" Trish started. "Oh, okay."

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Trish headed to the car, as Fiona and Chris found an outfit for her.

"So what are you going to tell her?" Chris asked.

"I don't know yet. But if I decide to pay her back for lying, back me up, will ya?" Fiona asked Chris with a glint in her eye.

"No problem."

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What should Fiona say to Trish?

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A] The truth. Say they are just friends. Forgive Trish's joke.

B] Lie. Say they are dating. Pay back Trish for her joke.

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I vote B! Wait, am I allowed a vote? No? *sniff* No Fair! So if I'm not allowed to decide, you tell me what you want to see! Now! Go! Vote!! Any suggestions etc, please e-mail me at wwftasha@hotmail.com! Thanks for reading!