Panic Room.

Food Fight.

5.00.

The small window that entered into the room was beginning to get dark, and there was little light shining onto the sundial, Which sent a thought of worry through Stephanie, since if there was no light they wouldn't be able to tell the time, which at the moment was her only vision of hope, knowing that however slowly time was indeed passing by.

The War of Words between Chris and her had left a tense atmosphere in the room, although it happen half an hour ago, wounds and words were still fresh in both their minds.

Who the hell does he think he is? Thought Stephanie, staring intensely at him, he should be bowing down to me, I'm a McMahon for Christ's sake, I might even be his boss so day, well probably not, she smirked. He would have been sacked way before then, although maybe Dad could just keep him on doing Heat or something, and then she would have the pleasure of firing him.

            Chris knew Stephanie was thinking about him, the way she was staring at him was so obvious yet Chris debated whether it was good or bad thoughts, probably good thoughts, he decided, she so fancies me. With that belief, Chris always thought he had one over Stephanie, she was the weak link here, she was the one who had feelings, maybe he thought he could do something to himself, something that would make Stephanie reveal her feelings or even better, surrender the game and then the sweet $1,000,000 would be his, but when your stuck in a room, with just her, a bloody sun dial and a few other useless bits and pieces, you kinder have limited options. More frustratingly he had 24 hours to think over these limited options and release there was no way out.

            A sound of footsteps broke the silence and both Chris and Stephanie gave a quick glance at each other before looking towards the solid steel door, they waited, nether of them wanting to go towards it first, but in the back of Stephanie's mind she remembered a similar time when they had heard footsteps. It was when the chocolate had come, a frown came across her face, bitterness swirling around her as she remembered how Chris had got that one chocolate bar, she wasn't going to let that happen again…

She sprang forward towards the door like a cat. Chris just stayed in his spot, laughing at her.

"What are you on?" He laughed as Stephanie sat by the door.

She just ignored him as the footsteps drew closer and stopped outside the door, very slowly someone dropped a tray onto the ground and slid it underneath the door. Stephanie immediately caught it in her hands, savouring the fact that she had got it first.

"What's that?" asked Chris curiously, pulling himself up.

Stephanie just smirked at him as she held the tray in her hand, on it was a plate with sausages, baked beans and mashed potato, and a can of coke, their evening meal in fact and Stephanie had got it.

"Look's like I've got the meal this time." Boasted Stephanie much to Chris' disgust, she sat down and peeled open the foil, taking one of the sausages in her hand and chomping into it.

"Ummm, this is so good." She said slowly, intentionally trying to antagonise her enemy as she munched slowly on the sausage. Chris just stared at her, furious. He felt like running over and shoving all that mashed potato in her face, but he held himself back, he wasn't that bothered. He wasn't hungry, he was fine.

"Oh look, they gave us a drink as well, thank god, I mean I don't know about you but my throat is so dry, it will feel so good to have this ice cold drink, ummm, I can't wait." Said Stephanie. She opened up the can, with a loud snap, which made Chris feel even more like shoving the mashed potato in her face.

The temptation was almost getting too great, with her munching on the sausage that was until more footsteps were heard approaching the door and as Chris waited with anticipation, his wish came true when a replica of Stephanie's tray was passed through underneath the door.

He just smiled happily as she stared with outrage, she had never been more jealous in her life, Damn, she thought, for that one moment she had had one over him.

"Oh look, at this, it seems I have a tray too, oh yes, look it's got everything you have, a meal, a coke, I'm not really that hungry but man I'm going to enjoy this, neat little knives and forks don't you think?" laughed Chris as he sat down.

I hate you,.I hate you, I hate you, thought Stephanie as she twirled a piece of mashed potato on her fork, I hate you.

SMACK!

Stephanie flicked her fork and the mashed potato flew across the room, landing right on Chris' T-shirt. Stephanie realised trouble was about to happen, when Chris looked at the mashed potato, his face going red with rage. Stephanie waited nervously for him to look back up at him.

"You bitch!"

"Sorry." Steph laughed. "It just slipped."

Chris obviously didn't believe her, not that she made any attempt to prove that she was sincere and grabbed his fork full of mashed potato and flicked it over, landing on Stephanie's leg.

"Oooo, is that the best you can do?" She joked.

Bad mistake.

Chris immediately flicked over some beans, which this time was a better shot and landed on her shoulder, she replied with some more potato and it wasn't long before we had a food fight on their hands.

"Asshole!"

"Whore!"

Stephanie, abandoning the forks, grabbed as much potato as she could in her hand and ran at Chris slamming it onto his hair. Chris threw a sausage which was smeared over her face, she couldn't see for a moment and staggered around, screaming as she tried to get the meat juice out of her eye. It was plenty of time for Chris as he grabbed the pot of baked beans, throwing at her face. She screamed in surprise as her jacket was dyed orange, food or no food she charged angrily at Chris.

Shane had taught her from a early age how to knock someone to the ground and she used this knowledge here as she speared Chris at the knees, he fell back and from the momentum Stephanie fell onto of him.

Chris looked up, smiling when he saw that she was lying on top of him.

"Err, Steph I knew you liked me but is this really appropriate." He laughed. "What are you doing?"

"This." Snarled Stephanie, grabbing Chris' tray and pouring the remaining contents over his face. "Eat this!" She shouted as Chris spluttered, trying to cover his face with his hands.

She climbed off of him, throwing the tray on the ground. "Deal with that Jericho, and unlike you, I've got a lot more where that came from, so just stay the hell out of my way!"

"Steph, I think that's gonna be hard since we'll shut in this room together."

"No it isn't." She said, indignantly. She walked over to the sundial and picked up the piece of chalk, she went to the centre of the room and drew a line across the middle.

"You are not allowed to cross this line for the rest of time, I stay on this side, you stay on that side." She ordered.

"Fine by me, you smell like garbage anyway." Sneered Chris, sitting against the wall. "I don't why we didn't think of that from the start."

"Good. Oh and no throwing stuff over either."

"Fine. But you've got the sun-dial!"

"I made it!"

"But how am I suppose to tell the time?"

"Ill tell you."

"So what is the time now?"

"about Five."

"Great." Muttered Chris, folding his arms. He was covered in a mixture of baked beans and mashed potato and it was too early to even go to sleep, I guess it was another couple of hours of staring into space again, there was no-one way he was going to talk to that witch anyway.

Steph looked over her jacket, it was ruined, thanks to him. It cost $200, that was probably more than the whole of Chris' outfit put together, yeah well she was going to buy a lot more expensive things with the money she was going to win from this, after five hours there was no way she was going to back out and somehow, she didn't know exactly how but she going to make Chris crack, but as she stared around the room, avoiding Chris of course, she realised she had a bigger more immediate problem.

She really needed to pee.

To be Continued….