Title~ Stand Back! (4/?)

Author~ Cristal

Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com

Rating~ PG13

Spoilers~ None.

Disclaimer~ All characters belong to the WWE. ;)

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Summary~ There's a Hurricane coming through! He's looking for something: but who can help him find it?

            He stood in front of the mirror, hands propped on his hips as he looked at his reflection. He turned, looking from the side, scratching his head. "Hmm…"

            "What ARE you doing?"

            He arched an eyebrow, standing to face the mirror again, hands still propped on his hips. "Thinking…"

            "Careful."

            "Smartass."

            He shrugged with a smirk as he sat down on one of the beds, leaning against the headboard. "Thinking about what? Super hero poses? You've been standing in front of the damn mirror for half an hour."

            "Good one, isn't it?" He turned with a grin, putting on his most heroic face, hands still on his hips. "I look like Superman in this one."

            "Yeah if Superman were only six foot tall and weighed under two hundred pounds." He snorted before laughing at his roommate's look of outrage.

            "You're certainly a good one to talk! You're not even six foot tall in case you forgot slick!"

            The blonde wrinkled his nose with a pout. "Edge took all the tall genes."

            He laughed, turning around and leaning against the bureau in the room. "Is that your excuse? Does he feel bad about that?"

            "No." Pout. "He thinks it's funny."

            "So do I come to think of it!"

            "Asshole. You're not even two hundred pounds fully dressed and soaking wet."

            "I am when I'm in my winter clothes…" he glanced back at the mirror before turning and falling back onto the other bed with a 'thump'. "Am I pathetic because she asked me out first?"

            "Yes."

            He glared back at the now smirking blonde again. "Thanks."

            "Well, you are. You're always pathetic though. It's just kind of a general keel for you from my observations…"

            "Is that right? So, due to the fact that I'm pathetic because she asked me out first, that would make you EXTRA pathetic because you've never asked Lita out then, right?"

            "That has nothing to do with this."

            He rolled over onto his stomach, meeting the unhappy blue gaze of his friend. "Christian…just bite the bullet and ask her out. I know she'll say yes. She's one of my good friends man…I know her."

            "I don't know…"

            "I do. Just ask her to a movie. Or hey! How about asking her to get drinks after a show one evening! Or even now! I have her number somewhere…." He bent over his bag, digging through all of the contents, including the elusive phone number list.

            "Don't worry about it Shane…I appreciate the thought, but I'd like to do this on my own-"

            "I understand that man, but if you wait forever, which it looks like you will, something's gonna happen that you're not gonna like-"

            "What are you talking about?"

            "How would you feel if Lita got tired of waiting and decided to go out with a random guy that asks her out?"

            "Guys ask her out all the time-"

            "And she says no. You wanna know why? She's waiting for her knight on the white horse. I don't know why she thinks that'd be you because everyone knows Jericho's been considering asking her out to dinner if you don't get the balls to." He tossed a small book to the blonde as he stood, grabbing his jacket. "Her number's in there. I say give her a call. See you later."

            "Later…" Christian picked up the book, flipping through the pages. Each page was dedicated to a single person since they changed numbers constantly. Although all had at least a cell phone number on there… He sighed, seeing that Shane had alphabetized everyone in the book too. He stopped at Lita's little page where Shane had her home number, birthday and even zodiac sign: okay. He must have gotten board to beat hell. He snorted, finding her cell phone number and hesitating a long moment before finally picking up the phone.

            She cocked her head, her hair falling softly against her face as she looked at her reflection, blue eyes looking back. She was surprised… surprised she got up the courage to ask him. And VERY surprised he said 'yes'. She shook her head slightly before picking up one of the tiny diamond stud earrings before picking up the second one shortly thereafter. She shook her head again, the light catching the small diamonds and reflecting back with a pretty sparkle.

            They didn't decide until a little earlier where exactly they'd be going…nothing really fancy, but she still opted to dress up, even if only a little bit. She stood back, looking at her reflection. She sighed…she was too short. And too not thin. She wrinkled her nose at that before sighing again. She decided on a short black skirt and sleeveless white shirt with chunky black heels: they made her a little taller. Rolling her eyes, she stepped back, sitting primly on the bed, still seeing her blue-eyed reflection.

            She looked up at the bathroom door opening, another diva stepping out with a smile and wave. "When are you leaving?"

            The brunette laughed. "That eager to get rid of me? I'm hurt Lita."

            The redhead shrugged with a grin. "Hey Molly, as soon as you're out of the way, I can start my scary movie marathon!" she pointed at the large stack of videotapes that were next to the TV.

            Molly rolled her eyes before pinning her friend with a look. "You watching those by yourself?"

            She cocked her head, arching an eyebrow. "…yes…who else would I watch them with? You know Trish is out on a date and you're going out on a date and Jacqueline swore up and down that she would NEVER watch another movie with me after that little…um…incident." Molly snickered as Lita continued. "All the guys are out from what I heard, either with their girlfriends or trying to pick up women at a club, so you know-"

            "Not all the guys are out." Molly sang with a smile.

            The redhead arched an eyebrow. "Huh?"

            She laughed, propping her hands on her hips as she stood. "Shane told me Christian was staying in when I called earlier. Why don't you ask him?"

            "Because…um…"

            "Because…why?"

            Lita fiddled with her hands sitting in her lap. "Because…I don't want to do anything stupid Molly. Knowing me I'd open my big mouth and blurt out something like 'I have a huge crush on you will you go on a date with me please?!?', you know…something like that."

            Molly sighed as she sat next to Lita. "That wouldn't be stupid. I think it's something he'd like to hear actually."

            "Hmph. Prove it." She crossed her arms over her chest with a pout.

            "Well-" Molly stopped as the phone rang. "Hang on…" she picked up, still watching her pouting friend. "Hello?"

            "…hey. Is Lita there?"

            She knew who was calling but couldn't help herself. "May I ask who's calling please?"

            "It's, uh, it's Christian."

            "Sure, hang on just a second!" she grinned at Lita who looked confused. She handed the phone over with a smirk. "I don't have to prove a thing now…"

            She stood at the knock, picking up her jacket and purse before opening the door and smiling at her green-haired date. "Hey Shane." She turned, waving a Lita with a smile. "See you later Lita…"

            End Chapter 4