When Fate Brings Us Together
By: Chloe and Staley (GIVE ME CREDIT!!!I WROTEIT!!!!)
Staley walked quickly down the halls of LAX airport. She had just come back from a very tiring case about the R. Kelley sex scandals. She was one of the many lawyers trying to help R. Kelley get out of the mess, but it didn't look like he had a very bright future.
"Why did I let my boss talk me into doing this god damned case?" She asked herself. She wasn't looking and the heel of her Anne Klein stiletto's got caught in a crack in the floor of the hall. She tripped and fell smack on her face, her briefcase went flying across the room. Immediately, she went unconscious. That's when a medium height man, with long blonde hair and 2 title belts thrown across his shoulders ran in to check if she was ok. He picked her up and carried her to a bench and let her lie down. He kneeled down next to her and waited for her to come to. A few minutes later she began opening her eyes. She held her head in pain.
"..where's the aspirin when you need it?" she asked.
"Sorry, I don't exactly keep it handy." He answered. She looked over at him and then sat up trying to back away from him.
"If you touch me, I'll sue!" she yelled.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Relax! You just took a really nasty fall, you should lie down and rest." He said.
"What?" she asked.
"Your shoe," he pointed out, "it got caught in a crack and you fell and hit your head."
"MY SHOE!?" she yelled. She looked down at her brand new shoes, and the heel of one of them was broken off.
"OH MY GOD! MY SHOE!" she screamed. She took off her shoe and held it up to her cheek, rubbing it continuously.
"My poor, poor $300 shoe!" she cried. Once again, he picked her up and began walking down the hall of the airport.
"Where are we going?" she asked groggily.
"The hospital." He answered.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I think you might have a concussion." He replied.
"Why?"
"Because you fell and hit your head."
"Why?" she asked. He laughed and buckled her into the front passenger seat of his champagne Escalade. He began driving when she said,
"Hey, I asked you a question, you better answer it!" She poked him in the cheek.
"Right now, I wonder whether you have a concussion or you're drunk." He said, "What's your name?"
"I'll never tell." She answered.
"In any case, I'm Chris, Chris Irvine." He said. He held out his hand and she slapped it. He began cracking up as he pulled into the hospital driveway.
*A FEW HOURS LATER*
Chris sat by Staley's bedside as he waited for the medication to wear off. A doctor came in and removed the brace that was tightly strapped around her neck. She sat up and held her head, then glanced over to Chris who was sitting patiently by himself. She looked down at his wrist that was tightly wrapped in an ACE bandage.
"Oh my god! This totally feels like the wedding planner! Did you hurt your wrist trying to save me?" she asked.
"No, I sprained it trying to force a bag of M&M's out of the candy machine." He answered.
"Well I still feel like J. Lo, and you can be Mathew McConaughy! Except you're not half as ugly, you don't have that whole 'white guy with a fro' going on. That reminds me of Justin Timberlake. He was a white guy with a fro. I don't like NSync, I like the backstreet boys, but more than I like the backstreet boys, I like Kid Rock, he's awesome. My favorite song by him is..."
"Ok, I get it, would ya just shut up!" he yelled.
"Look who's cranky!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry, it's just that I liked you better when you were acting all drunk." He said.
"Oh, I'm sorry I don't please you." she said sarcastically.
"Are you two married?" asked the doctor who was waiting patiently in the corner, working out papers.
"NO!" they yelled in unison.
"I don't even know her name!" he said.
"I'm sorry I never introduced myself. I'm Staley Rice, from Rice and Richard Law Firm." She said, holding out her hand for a shake. He slapped her hand.
"Chris Irvine, from World Wrestling Entertainment, also known as Chris Jericho, the first ever Undisputed WWE Champion of the World!" He cried out as he stood up and raised each title belt in the air.
". I've heard of you." She said as she fell into deep thought, "I did a case for Mr. Vincent K. McMahon, something about a name change, had to do with the World Wildlife Fund. Big case got me a lot of cash."
"Yeah, well fuck the Wildlife Fund, WWF is more important. Plus it's more popular!" he said skittishly as he shined one of his title belts with his fist.
"What the hell is that ugly thing?" Staley asked, pointing to one of his belts.
"It's my belt!" he answered with pride.
"Oh my god, you actually wear that thing? In PUBLIC?" she asked, very, very concerned like.
"Um, not around my waist. The only time I wear it around my waist is when I'm on T.V." he answered.
"Oh, ok! PHEW!" she said as she lay back on the hospital bed.
"Oooooook? Anyhoo, you can leave the hospital today, Ms. Rice." The doctor said, paging through the papers on his clipboard, "Luckily, this young man was there to take you here, if he hadn't, you might have ended up having to go all the way back through law school! You could have lost your memory! But you're fine now."
"Ms. Rice?" Chris asked.
"HOLY SHIT!? All the way back through law school?" Staley said, holding her head in panic, "Thank god you were there, Chris! How can I ever repay you?"
"you don't have to..."
"I know!" she said as she raised a finger in the air, "I'll take you out tonight!"
"Well ya see..."
"Perfect! It's a date! Here's my number!" she said as she scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
*AN HOUR LATER*
Staley stepped out of the bathroom, looking like herself again, after just finishing getting changed.
"Took ya long enough to change." Chris said as he picked up her briefcase and handed it to her.
"Nah, changing was fast, I spent the rest of the time putting on my make up!" she said as she walked out of the room. She shut the door and they began walking down the corridor of the hospital. Chris put one hand in his pocket and let the other hand glide against the white stucco walls.
"So..." He began, "Are you um, you seeing anyone?" he asked.
"Why?" she asked sternly.
"I dunno, just because." He answered.
"Oh, ok?" she said curiously.
"It's just that...oh never mind." He finished.
"Right." She began, "A person like me doesn't have time for relationships. I have so much to do 24/7. My boss never gives me time off, and I highly doubt he'll be giving me any time off even for this injury. He'll probably yell at me for missing my flight."
"Harsh."
*AT THE OFFICE*
Chris accompanied Staley to go see her boss to beg for some time off. They walked into the reception area and asked if he was open for a small personal meeting.
"He has a meeting with Marshall Mather's lawyers at 3, but he's open now, for a small meeting." Answered the receptionist.
"Thank you!" Staley said and she walked off. She walked down the empty hall and knocked on his door.
"Excuse me? Mr.McAndrews?" she asked as she opened the door.
"Come in, come in! Please make yourself at home, and be careful, I just got updated on your injury." He replied gruffly.
"Thank you, Mr. McAndrews." She said, taking a seat in front of his desk. Chris joined her at his desk and set his titles on the floor next to him out of respect.
"Mr. McAndrews, because of what happened, I was wondering if..." she began.
"Don't say a word. Whether you like it or not, you're going to take 3 weeks off. I know, I know. It sound's like a long time away from the office, but I need you to be 100% for the cases you're going to be prosecuting when you get back." He interrupted.
"Um... are you so sure about"
"Ah, ah, ah! No questions, you're out for 3 weeks, period. Now get out of here before I change my mind!" he finished.
"Ok!" she said happily, "I guess I'll be seeing you in 3 weeks!" They both walked out of Mr. McAndrews.'s office.
*THAT NIGHT*
Chris pulled up to Staley's house in his newly waxed red drop top Ferrari spider. He stepped out and clicked a button that shut the doors and locked them automatically. He dusted himself off and straightened the collar of his black silk Chinese style Gucci suit.
"Fucking monkey suit." He mumbled to himself. He walked to the front door and was about to knock, but Staley opened the door first.
"You're a whole 1 minute and 23.6 seconds late! I can't believe it! I'm disgusted, I thought you, of all people would be on time!" she complained.
"Well...um, ya see I was just gettin' my car waxed for you." He said as he moved out of the way for her to see.
"EEEEEEEKK!!!!!!!!" she screeched, "FOR ME?!?"
"Yes, of course...um for you!"
"Awwwwwwwwww." She whined. She ran out to the car and hopped in.
"Or it could be because I have another date with Stephanie McMahon Friday night," He said under his breath, "it's always good to be screwing the boss's daughter."
Chris walked down the stone pathway and joined Staley in the car. She was sitting in solitude running her fingers over the chrome plated door panel.
"You like chrome?" he asked as he pulled out into the street.
"No, I like things that cost more 5 thousand dollars." She said smiling at him.
"So do I, so do I." he revved up the engine of his car and sped down Hollywood Boulevard.
"I can see by what you're wearing that you like things that cost more than 5 thousand dollars." He said as he looked over at her.
"I can see by what you're wearing that you don't."
"Excuse me! This is Gucci." He said in defense.
"I'm guessing it's a hand me down." She said pointing at him.
"I got it custom made." He said.
"When?" she asked.
"I got it made for the perfect girl." He answered with a wink. Staley turned away and blushed.
"I like this guy. He's a real gentleman at times." She said quietly to herself.
"Did you say something?" he asked as he pulled his car up to the front of Citrus restaurant in Hollywood.
"No." she answered sweetly glancing over at him.
"I swear I heard something. Oh well, here we are!" he stated as he helped her out of the car. They walked in and got seated in the V.I.P room, where Chloe and her husband Jeff Hardy were already seated. They walked by and Chris waved at them as the waiter was taking their order.
"And what would you like sir?" the waiter asked.
"I want that stacked blonde chick." He answered wide eyed. Chloe slapped him across the face.
"You'll be sleeping on the couch, no, in the dog house tonight." She warned.
"WHAT!?" he yelled as he rubbed his cheek. Chris and Staley walked over to talk to Chloe and Jeff. Chloe stared at Staley evilly.
"What street did you pick up this little number?" Jeff asked.
"Jeff! No" Chris began.
"Hi, I'm Staley Rice from Rice and McAndrews Law Firm." Staley interrupted. She held out her hand for a shake but Jeff just sat back trying to take in what just hit him, "You must be the infamous Jeff Hardy. I've heard a lot about you. Just to clear things up, I'm not a hooker. I am the most celebrated female Lawyer in California."
"See Jeff, not every woman Chris brings here is a hooker." Chloe said slapping him playfully in the arm, "Hi I'm Chloe Hardy, the soon to be ex- wife of this moron."
"WHAT!?" Jeff yelled as he sat up.
"I'm just kidding, baby." Chloe joked as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Oh, ok." He sighed and sat back into his chair.
"Well, it was great seeing the both of you, but right now we gotta go to our table before our waiter gets even more pissed at us." Chris said, pointing to the clearly annoyed waiter standing by a table set for two.
Chris and Staley left Chloe and Jeff's table and took a seat at their own.
"Well, what do you think of this place?" Chris asked as he pulled Staley's chair out for her.
"It's new money. I don't like it. I wanna go to a club!" Staley answered as she looked around the room admiring how they had decorated it.
"That's our next stop." Chris said, taking a seat in his own chair.
"Oh yay!" Staley yelped, clapping her hands together. Chris just laughed at her reaction and poured them both a glass of champagne.
"Here's to a great night out on the town." Chris said raising a glass.
"To a great night out." Staley repeated with a smile.
"You're warming up." Chris said as he set his glass down on the table.
"How so?" Staley asked.
"Well, when I picked you up, tonight, you were a little bitch, and in the car, you were a little bitch, but now, your like, nice, and your acting all cute little girl like, you know what I'm talking about?" he answered.
"No, but that's ok. " Staley replied. Staley and Chris talked all night, about court, wrestling and everything in between. Meanwhile, at Chloe and Jeff's table, Jeff was begging Chloe to forgive him. Chris glanced over at them.
"Oh man, looks like Jeff's in deep." He whispered to Staley.
"I don't want to end up like that. I feel bad for Chloe. I think she should divorce him if he's just gonna run around looking at other women." Staley stated.
"Yeah?" Chris asked.
"Definitely. And I'd help out, that's my thing." She answered.
"I dunno, you should have seen the two before they got married. They were worse than Matt and Amy." Chris said, taking a sip of his champagne.
"Ha, if that's possible." Staley laughed.
"Yeah, I know... wait a sec!" he exclaimed, "How do you know about Matt and Amy? And Jeff? I never talked to you about Jeff? And I wasn't involved in the case, how can you know any of us?" Staley looked down at her plate in shame. He had figured out her secret.
"Hello?" He asked, waving his hand in front of her face. She placed her napkin by the side of her plate and turned so she was facing him.
"All right. You got me. You figured it out. I DO watch wrestling. I'll admit, I love it, but I haven't told anyone that I watch it, not even my mother. The only people who know I watch it are my friends, who are the people who, coincidentally, watch it with me!" She explained.
"Why don't you tell anyone?" He asked taking her hand that was lightly placed in her lap.
"Because I'm afraid that they'll think low of me as a lawyer. You do know pro wrestling gets a bad rep?" she answered.
"No one can judge how good you are at your profession by watch on T.V at night!" Chris resolved.
"I know it has nothing to do with it, but some people are like that, and you have NO idea how hard it is to get to where I am in 'lawyer status.' I've worked all my life to get to where I am, and I can't afford to blow it off because I accidentally told someone I watch wrestling, and then no one will hire me because they think I'm a hick and I'll end up living on the street wearing a newspaper on my head as a rain hat and bags on my feet because I can't afford those totally cute shoes I saw in that store in New York, with the 6 inch heels and...¦"
"It's all right, I won't tell anyone. Now relax, breathe, Staley, breathe." Chris said calmly. He rubbed her shoulder to try to calm her down. He looked into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her, but the Staley put 2 fingers to his lips and said,
"Not on the first date, Romeo." Chris sighed and sat back into his chair. She stood up, turned and hurriedly walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the sink and stared at herself in the mirror.
"You're not falling for the cute guy who saved you. You don't have time for a relationship. You're a lawyer. You work 24/7! You are NOT falling for the cute guy who saved you!" She said repeatedly to herself.
"Oh god, I'm falling for the cute guy who saved me!!!" She yelled. She covered her face with her hands, "This is not good." Just then, Chloe walked out of one of the stalls. Staley turned around in panic.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Chloe asked.
"NO!" Staley yelped.
"You're falling for Chris! You're falling for Chris!" Chloe teased.
"No!" Staley snapped, "not at all............maybe just a little?" Chloe looked at her impatiently.
"All right! I'm falling for Chris!" Staley cried. She slumped forward and stared at the ground, "My life sucks ass."
"Why? Because you fell for a hot blonde wrestler? Who likes you back? I wouldn't say that sucks all that much ass, Hun that sounds pretty good. Fortunate for me, I fell for the guy who loves me, but stares at every other girl that walks into the room." Chloe explained as she began washing her hands.
"Really?" Staley asked.
"Yeah. Jeff really does love me. He tells me and he shows me, but ugh, every time a girl walks into the room, his eyes are stuck on her ass. He is sooo great, I couldn't have married a better guy, but I wish he'd pay more attention to me. The only girls he doesn't stare at are Amy and Stephanie. He hates Stephanie with a passion, and Amy, oh he could never stare at Amy's ass. That would be like him staring at his sister, if he had one. That's just wrong." Chloe explained.
"Wow that sucks." Staley said as she fell back against the wall. She looked up at the ceiling and ran her hand through her hair.
"I know I should be happy, but I'm not. I'd love to be in a relationship with him, the thing is, I have no time. I work everyday, all day. I travel all the time and..."
"So does he! When you wrestle you travel all over the world. You guys will have no problem keeping up with each other! I was watching you guys talk, and y'all had so much chemistry, it was unbearable, I felt like running over there and yelling 'here's the ring, go get married!" Chloe said. Staley laughed at the thought. Marriage, that was the last thing on her to do list. She thought about it a little more and began wondering if she was lying to herself. Maybe she did want to get married and have kids? Maybe she did want to live in a little cottage with a white picket fence? Maybe she did want to walk down the beach with Chris at low tide and talk about a vacation on the French Riviera? Suddenly, she felt a large wad of paper hit her in the face, bringing her back to reality.
"Helloo? Anybody there?" Chloe asked as she waved her hand in Staley's face.
"Sorry, I was sorta zoning out there." Staley replied.
"I could tell." Chloe said.
"I gotta get back to Chris!" Staley exclaimed. She began digging through her purse, fixed up her make up, and ran out.
"Wait! Before you go, Chris has this little thing" Chloe began.
"Can't talk, gotta get back to him!" Staley yelled and ran out of the bathroom.
"...going on with Stephanie McMahon, but you don't have to listen to me!" Chloe finished, throwing her hands in the air.
By: Chloe and Staley (GIVE ME CREDIT!!!I WROTEIT!!!!)
Staley walked quickly down the halls of LAX airport. She had just come back from a very tiring case about the R. Kelley sex scandals. She was one of the many lawyers trying to help R. Kelley get out of the mess, but it didn't look like he had a very bright future.
"Why did I let my boss talk me into doing this god damned case?" She asked herself. She wasn't looking and the heel of her Anne Klein stiletto's got caught in a crack in the floor of the hall. She tripped and fell smack on her face, her briefcase went flying across the room. Immediately, she went unconscious. That's when a medium height man, with long blonde hair and 2 title belts thrown across his shoulders ran in to check if she was ok. He picked her up and carried her to a bench and let her lie down. He kneeled down next to her and waited for her to come to. A few minutes later she began opening her eyes. She held her head in pain.
"..where's the aspirin when you need it?" she asked.
"Sorry, I don't exactly keep it handy." He answered. She looked over at him and then sat up trying to back away from him.
"If you touch me, I'll sue!" she yelled.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Relax! You just took a really nasty fall, you should lie down and rest." He said.
"What?" she asked.
"Your shoe," he pointed out, "it got caught in a crack and you fell and hit your head."
"MY SHOE!?" she yelled. She looked down at her brand new shoes, and the heel of one of them was broken off.
"OH MY GOD! MY SHOE!" she screamed. She took off her shoe and held it up to her cheek, rubbing it continuously.
"My poor, poor $300 shoe!" she cried. Once again, he picked her up and began walking down the hall of the airport.
"Where are we going?" she asked groggily.
"The hospital." He answered.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I think you might have a concussion." He replied.
"Why?"
"Because you fell and hit your head."
"Why?" she asked. He laughed and buckled her into the front passenger seat of his champagne Escalade. He began driving when she said,
"Hey, I asked you a question, you better answer it!" She poked him in the cheek.
"Right now, I wonder whether you have a concussion or you're drunk." He said, "What's your name?"
"I'll never tell." She answered.
"In any case, I'm Chris, Chris Irvine." He said. He held out his hand and she slapped it. He began cracking up as he pulled into the hospital driveway.
*A FEW HOURS LATER*
Chris sat by Staley's bedside as he waited for the medication to wear off. A doctor came in and removed the brace that was tightly strapped around her neck. She sat up and held her head, then glanced over to Chris who was sitting patiently by himself. She looked down at his wrist that was tightly wrapped in an ACE bandage.
"Oh my god! This totally feels like the wedding planner! Did you hurt your wrist trying to save me?" she asked.
"No, I sprained it trying to force a bag of M&M's out of the candy machine." He answered.
"Well I still feel like J. Lo, and you can be Mathew McConaughy! Except you're not half as ugly, you don't have that whole 'white guy with a fro' going on. That reminds me of Justin Timberlake. He was a white guy with a fro. I don't like NSync, I like the backstreet boys, but more than I like the backstreet boys, I like Kid Rock, he's awesome. My favorite song by him is..."
"Ok, I get it, would ya just shut up!" he yelled.
"Look who's cranky!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry, it's just that I liked you better when you were acting all drunk." He said.
"Oh, I'm sorry I don't please you." she said sarcastically.
"Are you two married?" asked the doctor who was waiting patiently in the corner, working out papers.
"NO!" they yelled in unison.
"I don't even know her name!" he said.
"I'm sorry I never introduced myself. I'm Staley Rice, from Rice and Richard Law Firm." She said, holding out her hand for a shake. He slapped her hand.
"Chris Irvine, from World Wrestling Entertainment, also known as Chris Jericho, the first ever Undisputed WWE Champion of the World!" He cried out as he stood up and raised each title belt in the air.
". I've heard of you." She said as she fell into deep thought, "I did a case for Mr. Vincent K. McMahon, something about a name change, had to do with the World Wildlife Fund. Big case got me a lot of cash."
"Yeah, well fuck the Wildlife Fund, WWF is more important. Plus it's more popular!" he said skittishly as he shined one of his title belts with his fist.
"What the hell is that ugly thing?" Staley asked, pointing to one of his belts.
"It's my belt!" he answered with pride.
"Oh my god, you actually wear that thing? In PUBLIC?" she asked, very, very concerned like.
"Um, not around my waist. The only time I wear it around my waist is when I'm on T.V." he answered.
"Oh, ok! PHEW!" she said as she lay back on the hospital bed.
"Oooooook? Anyhoo, you can leave the hospital today, Ms. Rice." The doctor said, paging through the papers on his clipboard, "Luckily, this young man was there to take you here, if he hadn't, you might have ended up having to go all the way back through law school! You could have lost your memory! But you're fine now."
"Ms. Rice?" Chris asked.
"HOLY SHIT!? All the way back through law school?" Staley said, holding her head in panic, "Thank god you were there, Chris! How can I ever repay you?"
"you don't have to..."
"I know!" she said as she raised a finger in the air, "I'll take you out tonight!"
"Well ya see..."
"Perfect! It's a date! Here's my number!" she said as she scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
*AN HOUR LATER*
Staley stepped out of the bathroom, looking like herself again, after just finishing getting changed.
"Took ya long enough to change." Chris said as he picked up her briefcase and handed it to her.
"Nah, changing was fast, I spent the rest of the time putting on my make up!" she said as she walked out of the room. She shut the door and they began walking down the corridor of the hospital. Chris put one hand in his pocket and let the other hand glide against the white stucco walls.
"So..." He began, "Are you um, you seeing anyone?" he asked.
"Why?" she asked sternly.
"I dunno, just because." He answered.
"Oh, ok?" she said curiously.
"It's just that...oh never mind." He finished.
"Right." She began, "A person like me doesn't have time for relationships. I have so much to do 24/7. My boss never gives me time off, and I highly doubt he'll be giving me any time off even for this injury. He'll probably yell at me for missing my flight."
"Harsh."
*AT THE OFFICE*
Chris accompanied Staley to go see her boss to beg for some time off. They walked into the reception area and asked if he was open for a small personal meeting.
"He has a meeting with Marshall Mather's lawyers at 3, but he's open now, for a small meeting." Answered the receptionist.
"Thank you!" Staley said and she walked off. She walked down the empty hall and knocked on his door.
"Excuse me? Mr.McAndrews?" she asked as she opened the door.
"Come in, come in! Please make yourself at home, and be careful, I just got updated on your injury." He replied gruffly.
"Thank you, Mr. McAndrews." She said, taking a seat in front of his desk. Chris joined her at his desk and set his titles on the floor next to him out of respect.
"Mr. McAndrews, because of what happened, I was wondering if..." she began.
"Don't say a word. Whether you like it or not, you're going to take 3 weeks off. I know, I know. It sound's like a long time away from the office, but I need you to be 100% for the cases you're going to be prosecuting when you get back." He interrupted.
"Um... are you so sure about"
"Ah, ah, ah! No questions, you're out for 3 weeks, period. Now get out of here before I change my mind!" he finished.
"Ok!" she said happily, "I guess I'll be seeing you in 3 weeks!" They both walked out of Mr. McAndrews.'s office.
*THAT NIGHT*
Chris pulled up to Staley's house in his newly waxed red drop top Ferrari spider. He stepped out and clicked a button that shut the doors and locked them automatically. He dusted himself off and straightened the collar of his black silk Chinese style Gucci suit.
"Fucking monkey suit." He mumbled to himself. He walked to the front door and was about to knock, but Staley opened the door first.
"You're a whole 1 minute and 23.6 seconds late! I can't believe it! I'm disgusted, I thought you, of all people would be on time!" she complained.
"Well...um, ya see I was just gettin' my car waxed for you." He said as he moved out of the way for her to see.
"EEEEEEEKK!!!!!!!!" she screeched, "FOR ME?!?"
"Yes, of course...um for you!"
"Awwwwwwwwww." She whined. She ran out to the car and hopped in.
"Or it could be because I have another date with Stephanie McMahon Friday night," He said under his breath, "it's always good to be screwing the boss's daughter."
Chris walked down the stone pathway and joined Staley in the car. She was sitting in solitude running her fingers over the chrome plated door panel.
"You like chrome?" he asked as he pulled out into the street.
"No, I like things that cost more 5 thousand dollars." She said smiling at him.
"So do I, so do I." he revved up the engine of his car and sped down Hollywood Boulevard.
"I can see by what you're wearing that you like things that cost more than 5 thousand dollars." He said as he looked over at her.
"I can see by what you're wearing that you don't."
"Excuse me! This is Gucci." He said in defense.
"I'm guessing it's a hand me down." She said pointing at him.
"I got it custom made." He said.
"When?" she asked.
"I got it made for the perfect girl." He answered with a wink. Staley turned away and blushed.
"I like this guy. He's a real gentleman at times." She said quietly to herself.
"Did you say something?" he asked as he pulled his car up to the front of Citrus restaurant in Hollywood.
"No." she answered sweetly glancing over at him.
"I swear I heard something. Oh well, here we are!" he stated as he helped her out of the car. They walked in and got seated in the V.I.P room, where Chloe and her husband Jeff Hardy were already seated. They walked by and Chris waved at them as the waiter was taking their order.
"And what would you like sir?" the waiter asked.
"I want that stacked blonde chick." He answered wide eyed. Chloe slapped him across the face.
"You'll be sleeping on the couch, no, in the dog house tonight." She warned.
"WHAT!?" he yelled as he rubbed his cheek. Chris and Staley walked over to talk to Chloe and Jeff. Chloe stared at Staley evilly.
"What street did you pick up this little number?" Jeff asked.
"Jeff! No" Chris began.
"Hi, I'm Staley Rice from Rice and McAndrews Law Firm." Staley interrupted. She held out her hand for a shake but Jeff just sat back trying to take in what just hit him, "You must be the infamous Jeff Hardy. I've heard a lot about you. Just to clear things up, I'm not a hooker. I am the most celebrated female Lawyer in California."
"See Jeff, not every woman Chris brings here is a hooker." Chloe said slapping him playfully in the arm, "Hi I'm Chloe Hardy, the soon to be ex- wife of this moron."
"WHAT!?" Jeff yelled as he sat up.
"I'm just kidding, baby." Chloe joked as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Oh, ok." He sighed and sat back into his chair.
"Well, it was great seeing the both of you, but right now we gotta go to our table before our waiter gets even more pissed at us." Chris said, pointing to the clearly annoyed waiter standing by a table set for two.
Chris and Staley left Chloe and Jeff's table and took a seat at their own.
"Well, what do you think of this place?" Chris asked as he pulled Staley's chair out for her.
"It's new money. I don't like it. I wanna go to a club!" Staley answered as she looked around the room admiring how they had decorated it.
"That's our next stop." Chris said, taking a seat in his own chair.
"Oh yay!" Staley yelped, clapping her hands together. Chris just laughed at her reaction and poured them both a glass of champagne.
"Here's to a great night out on the town." Chris said raising a glass.
"To a great night out." Staley repeated with a smile.
"You're warming up." Chris said as he set his glass down on the table.
"How so?" Staley asked.
"Well, when I picked you up, tonight, you were a little bitch, and in the car, you were a little bitch, but now, your like, nice, and your acting all cute little girl like, you know what I'm talking about?" he answered.
"No, but that's ok. " Staley replied. Staley and Chris talked all night, about court, wrestling and everything in between. Meanwhile, at Chloe and Jeff's table, Jeff was begging Chloe to forgive him. Chris glanced over at them.
"Oh man, looks like Jeff's in deep." He whispered to Staley.
"I don't want to end up like that. I feel bad for Chloe. I think she should divorce him if he's just gonna run around looking at other women." Staley stated.
"Yeah?" Chris asked.
"Definitely. And I'd help out, that's my thing." She answered.
"I dunno, you should have seen the two before they got married. They were worse than Matt and Amy." Chris said, taking a sip of his champagne.
"Ha, if that's possible." Staley laughed.
"Yeah, I know... wait a sec!" he exclaimed, "How do you know about Matt and Amy? And Jeff? I never talked to you about Jeff? And I wasn't involved in the case, how can you know any of us?" Staley looked down at her plate in shame. He had figured out her secret.
"Hello?" He asked, waving his hand in front of her face. She placed her napkin by the side of her plate and turned so she was facing him.
"All right. You got me. You figured it out. I DO watch wrestling. I'll admit, I love it, but I haven't told anyone that I watch it, not even my mother. The only people who know I watch it are my friends, who are the people who, coincidentally, watch it with me!" She explained.
"Why don't you tell anyone?" He asked taking her hand that was lightly placed in her lap.
"Because I'm afraid that they'll think low of me as a lawyer. You do know pro wrestling gets a bad rep?" she answered.
"No one can judge how good you are at your profession by watch on T.V at night!" Chris resolved.
"I know it has nothing to do with it, but some people are like that, and you have NO idea how hard it is to get to where I am in 'lawyer status.' I've worked all my life to get to where I am, and I can't afford to blow it off because I accidentally told someone I watch wrestling, and then no one will hire me because they think I'm a hick and I'll end up living on the street wearing a newspaper on my head as a rain hat and bags on my feet because I can't afford those totally cute shoes I saw in that store in New York, with the 6 inch heels and...¦"
"It's all right, I won't tell anyone. Now relax, breathe, Staley, breathe." Chris said calmly. He rubbed her shoulder to try to calm her down. He looked into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her, but the Staley put 2 fingers to his lips and said,
"Not on the first date, Romeo." Chris sighed and sat back into his chair. She stood up, turned and hurriedly walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the sink and stared at herself in the mirror.
"You're not falling for the cute guy who saved you. You don't have time for a relationship. You're a lawyer. You work 24/7! You are NOT falling for the cute guy who saved you!" She said repeatedly to herself.
"Oh god, I'm falling for the cute guy who saved me!!!" She yelled. She covered her face with her hands, "This is not good." Just then, Chloe walked out of one of the stalls. Staley turned around in panic.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Chloe asked.
"NO!" Staley yelped.
"You're falling for Chris! You're falling for Chris!" Chloe teased.
"No!" Staley snapped, "not at all............maybe just a little?" Chloe looked at her impatiently.
"All right! I'm falling for Chris!" Staley cried. She slumped forward and stared at the ground, "My life sucks ass."
"Why? Because you fell for a hot blonde wrestler? Who likes you back? I wouldn't say that sucks all that much ass, Hun that sounds pretty good. Fortunate for me, I fell for the guy who loves me, but stares at every other girl that walks into the room." Chloe explained as she began washing her hands.
"Really?" Staley asked.
"Yeah. Jeff really does love me. He tells me and he shows me, but ugh, every time a girl walks into the room, his eyes are stuck on her ass. He is sooo great, I couldn't have married a better guy, but I wish he'd pay more attention to me. The only girls he doesn't stare at are Amy and Stephanie. He hates Stephanie with a passion, and Amy, oh he could never stare at Amy's ass. That would be like him staring at his sister, if he had one. That's just wrong." Chloe explained.
"Wow that sucks." Staley said as she fell back against the wall. She looked up at the ceiling and ran her hand through her hair.
"I know I should be happy, but I'm not. I'd love to be in a relationship with him, the thing is, I have no time. I work everyday, all day. I travel all the time and..."
"So does he! When you wrestle you travel all over the world. You guys will have no problem keeping up with each other! I was watching you guys talk, and y'all had so much chemistry, it was unbearable, I felt like running over there and yelling 'here's the ring, go get married!" Chloe said. Staley laughed at the thought. Marriage, that was the last thing on her to do list. She thought about it a little more and began wondering if she was lying to herself. Maybe she did want to get married and have kids? Maybe she did want to live in a little cottage with a white picket fence? Maybe she did want to walk down the beach with Chris at low tide and talk about a vacation on the French Riviera? Suddenly, she felt a large wad of paper hit her in the face, bringing her back to reality.
"Helloo? Anybody there?" Chloe asked as she waved her hand in Staley's face.
"Sorry, I was sorta zoning out there." Staley replied.
"I could tell." Chloe said.
"I gotta get back to Chris!" Staley exclaimed. She began digging through her purse, fixed up her make up, and ran out.
"Wait! Before you go, Chris has this little thing" Chloe began.
"Can't talk, gotta get back to him!" Staley yelled and ran out of the bathroom.
"...going on with Stephanie McMahon, but you don't have to listen to me!" Chloe finished, throwing her hands in the air.