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I sit on Scott's couch, and hit the rewind button on his VCR clicker again. I play it back from the beginning, watching myself and Christian act like a pair of assclowns. I sigh, and take a sip of my rum and coke. I usually never drink anything heavier than beer, but desperate times.
Scott Levy walks in and hits the power button on the VCR, filling the t.v. with static. "Chris, you need to stop beating yourself up, man." He sits next to me on the couch. "It's not healthy."
"Scott, you saw the tape, and I'm sure she did too. Look at all of the shit that I said."
Scott sighs, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. "Chris, that wasn't you. It was Jericho, not Chris Irvine-"
"Is there really that big of a difference between the two anymore, Scott? Is there any difference between you and Raven?"
"With me, no. But you, you're different. My character was built on who I am. But I'm not as extreeme as he is. And neither are you."
I turn away from him, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Then why can't I see that?"
"You will. You're just really upset and you need some time to think things through." He puts a hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "But for now, you need to relax."
"Thanks for everything, Scott. I-I've really missed you." I manage a small smile. I lean foreward and give him a hug.
"Yeah, well, I've missed you too." He hugs me back for a few seconds and then backs away, smiling. "You know that you're always welcome here."
I shake my head, chuckling slightly. "Not to get off subject, but that hair cut really doesn't work for you."
I hear a feminine laugh from the doorway, and Lita walks in. "You're one to talk, Chris. I mean, c'mon. I don't know what's worse, the goatee, or those hideous checkered pants that you wore on Monday. Damn things gave me a migrane just looking at 'em."
Scott grins and walks over to his girlfriend, hugging her. "Hiyah, Red." He looks surprised when she doesn't hug him back. "What's wrong?"
"You think that I've forgiven you for that haircut yet? Ha!" She looks angry, but the playful look in her blue eyes give her away. "I don't know what hurts worse; you slicing your dredlocks, or you quitting the WWE."
He smirks, "Ouch. That was a low blow."
I just sit there, grinning. Lita turns to me. "What're you smirking at?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'll be right back." I pull my cell phone out of my gym bag and walk towards the door that leads to the fire-escape.
"Chris..." Lita calls after me.
"Yeah?" I'm trying to hold onto my good mood and failing miserably. Andrew has already hung up on me about a hundred times in the past week and a half.
"It's only Wendsday night. Give them a little bit longer before you call again."
I sigh, turning off my phone and slipping it into my bag. "You're right. I know you're right."
Scott clears his throat. "Chris, maybe you should call Bitch-off. Let him know what's up, ya know?"
I shake my head. I haven't even bothered to check my messages. I've missed a house show, and I know that Bitch-off must be pissed. Then again I know that if he does fire me for it, Vince'll chew him up and spit him out. That happens when you've dated the boss' daughter on and off for years. "I'll call him on Friday, I promise. I just need to talk to Stacy first. You guys know that it was an accident."
"Of course it was, Chris. And I've been telling everyone backstage that it was. A lot of people believe you." Lita brushes a strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes, and then groans. "Chris. You're color's fading... God, could you be any more helpless?"
I laugh, shrugging. "Well, I ran out of die."
"C'mon." She grabbes her car keys and kisses Scott. "Sorry, baby, but this is an emergency."
Scott smirks again. "I guess this means that I'm forgiven?"
She looks back at him and laughs. "You wish."
Lita disappears around the corner and I look back at Scott, getting up from the couch. "Do ya think that I could get away with not following her?"
"Let me put it this way, Chris. Do you have a death wish?"
Author's notes: Alright, this chapter is what you get when you're running on four hours of sleep in two days. It looks good to me right now, but I may end up rewriting it. Again I have to add; I LOVE YOU, RAVEN!!!!! I might eventually write a story about Lita and Raven, but for now we'll just say that Raven and Lita are a couple.
I sit on Scott's couch, and hit the rewind button on his VCR clicker again. I play it back from the beginning, watching myself and Christian act like a pair of assclowns. I sigh, and take a sip of my rum and coke. I usually never drink anything heavier than beer, but desperate times.
Scott Levy walks in and hits the power button on the VCR, filling the t.v. with static. "Chris, you need to stop beating yourself up, man." He sits next to me on the couch. "It's not healthy."
"Scott, you saw the tape, and I'm sure she did too. Look at all of the shit that I said."
Scott sighs, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. "Chris, that wasn't you. It was Jericho, not Chris Irvine-"
"Is there really that big of a difference between the two anymore, Scott? Is there any difference between you and Raven?"
"With me, no. But you, you're different. My character was built on who I am. But I'm not as extreeme as he is. And neither are you."
I turn away from him, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Then why can't I see that?"
"You will. You're just really upset and you need some time to think things through." He puts a hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "But for now, you need to relax."
"Thanks for everything, Scott. I-I've really missed you." I manage a small smile. I lean foreward and give him a hug.
"Yeah, well, I've missed you too." He hugs me back for a few seconds and then backs away, smiling. "You know that you're always welcome here."
I shake my head, chuckling slightly. "Not to get off subject, but that hair cut really doesn't work for you."
I hear a feminine laugh from the doorway, and Lita walks in. "You're one to talk, Chris. I mean, c'mon. I don't know what's worse, the goatee, or those hideous checkered pants that you wore on Monday. Damn things gave me a migrane just looking at 'em."
Scott grins and walks over to his girlfriend, hugging her. "Hiyah, Red." He looks surprised when she doesn't hug him back. "What's wrong?"
"You think that I've forgiven you for that haircut yet? Ha!" She looks angry, but the playful look in her blue eyes give her away. "I don't know what hurts worse; you slicing your dredlocks, or you quitting the WWE."
He smirks, "Ouch. That was a low blow."
I just sit there, grinning. Lita turns to me. "What're you smirking at?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'll be right back." I pull my cell phone out of my gym bag and walk towards the door that leads to the fire-escape.
"Chris..." Lita calls after me.
"Yeah?" I'm trying to hold onto my good mood and failing miserably. Andrew has already hung up on me about a hundred times in the past week and a half.
"It's only Wendsday night. Give them a little bit longer before you call again."
I sigh, turning off my phone and slipping it into my bag. "You're right. I know you're right."
Scott clears his throat. "Chris, maybe you should call Bitch-off. Let him know what's up, ya know?"
I shake my head. I haven't even bothered to check my messages. I've missed a house show, and I know that Bitch-off must be pissed. Then again I know that if he does fire me for it, Vince'll chew him up and spit him out. That happens when you've dated the boss' daughter on and off for years. "I'll call him on Friday, I promise. I just need to talk to Stacy first. You guys know that it was an accident."
"Of course it was, Chris. And I've been telling everyone backstage that it was. A lot of people believe you." Lita brushes a strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes, and then groans. "Chris. You're color's fading... God, could you be any more helpless?"
I laugh, shrugging. "Well, I ran out of die."
"C'mon." She grabbes her car keys and kisses Scott. "Sorry, baby, but this is an emergency."
Scott smirks again. "I guess this means that I'm forgiven?"
She looks back at him and laughs. "You wish."
Lita disappears around the corner and I look back at Scott, getting up from the couch. "Do ya think that I could get away with not following her?"
"Let me put it this way, Chris. Do you have a death wish?"
Author's notes: Alright, this chapter is what you get when you're running on four hours of sleep in two days. It looks good to me right now, but I may end up rewriting it. Again I have to add; I LOVE YOU, RAVEN!!!!! I might eventually write a story about Lita and Raven, but for now we'll just say that Raven and Lita are a couple.