Down the Road
PG
A/N: MY BIRTHDAY!!! *big fat cheesy grinnn* Ahh, finally, something will happen. Well, it's minor, but hell. :) Again, review if you want to, because I'm not particular. Oh yeah, I forgot to put this:
Disclamier: I don't own anyone here. As a matter of fact I do not want to own them. I just want to make up a story for them. Which will be the greatest, coolest thing to do. :P. Phew. Finally, I'm assured that I'm not gonna get sued.
Chapter 4
So there they were, FINALLY on a nice, real, pleasant, unfoiled date. Chris felt warm and fuzzy all over that it made him sick, but how could you feel sick if you were going out with someone you actually liked? He didn't mind it was only Délifrance. It was better than nothing. So what would they do this time? He hoped nothing bad would happen... Well, nothing really could go wrong now that they were both there.
When they both settled down, she smiled, and this time, he felt that there was this constant glow all over her, and she had begun to smell more wonderful. Or was that just the crossaints baking in the oven? Whatever it was, he still felt good about himself. This was the only time when he had the chance to do something without Kurt's help. He was going to be successful.
"So, what do you want?" He didn't mind collecting either. At least this might prove something to her.
"Number... four, I guess. You?"
"I... guess I'll have the same then." Ha, he saw this in shows before. It always worked magic, one way or another. He (almost) skipped off with the orders in mind.
Stephanie sat back to take in the atmosphere. This actually felt nice. The place wasn't too crowded, with only about a small group of people at the counter, waiting for their turn. She was enjoying this night with Chris Jericho, and this was only the start of it. Not that she was so very sure that everything would go fine, but it was a feeling.
Moments later, Chris had returned. She had to get up and help him, since the tray seemed to bend a little from the weight of their stuff on top. "You're not Superman you know."
"No, but I'm Y2J," he replied, shifting everything from the tray to the table quickly.
"That's not the point," she told him, trying to sneak her hand somewhere to help.
"That IS the point."
"Well, points don't matter now, do they?" He looked around and placed the tray on an unused table. "I'm sorry if I couldn't make it last night again. Really. I could've sworn you were dying to meet me, like a squealing teenage fan."
"I don't squeal," he said sternly. "I don't squeak anymore too."
Stephanie giggled and lifted her meal up, taking a bite from it. "You know, there's a reason why I took a knife and a fork for you."
"I know that. But you know, I just... I don't want to be so full of etiquette all the time. I thought I'd be more... Free with you."
"Be my guest. Because the Chris don't care. But the Chris PREFERS if you don't talk with your mouth full."
"I'mf srffy," she said, mumbling through a covered mouth. When she swallowed, she grinned unbearably. "It's very annoying to refer yourself as the third party you know."
"Well, the Chris thinks all the better. I so love to annoy you."
"And it's so easy to grate my nerves."
"You're not so pleasant yourself."
"SHUT UP!" she said, frowning a bit. "So much for being a 'lard fart', quoting from you. Did I ever tell you that you don't have enough insults to actually raise an issue?"
"Huh?"
She gritted her teeth and sighed. "Okay, FINE. That was an insult."
As soon as they were done, they were back to square one, trying to push all the wrong buttons on each other. But as all nights go, it was always that certain situation that would occur. It was time for Kurt to hand over the fifty bucks. And it was only Wednesday.
So there he was, the kind man to walk her home to her doorstep. Hoo boy, he was getting his palms all sweaty again, and he was more than just nervous.
"Here we are..." she said, turning around and smiling. She turned back and rumaged through her purse for her keys. The office could wait any day. So she opened the door, and faced him again.
"Yes we are," he repeated, scratching the back of his head. "It was nice today."
"I know. You know, I'm just really glad we finally did this."
His brain was full of chugging spokes and steam, trying to calm himself down. *Do what you want to do."
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," she said. He suddenly leaned his arm on the door frame. "Unless you don't have the time."
"I do! I do." He wanted to lean in, but the smile she had made him feel guilty of just doing this for a few ten bucks. But this was money AND his feelings right? So he should be alright in this. He didn't need to be guilty. After what seemed an eternity of trying to have a debate with himself, he decided to go with it. He was Chris Jericho. He couldn't be nervous.
Right?
He moved forward a little for that glorious moment, maybe waiting for her to do the same. Maybe he read too many books and watched to many movies, because the next moment, he wanted to murder himself.
"Bye," she said, not noticing what he wanted so much to do. "It was great."
It was like a bullet to the gut, or at least something like that. "Yeah, I know. Bye." Then the door closed.
SHE DIDN'T KNOW!!! *Oh damn! SCREW!*
But maybe it wasn't her fault. Maybe he didn't lean in ENOUGH for her to notice. Maybe he didn't drop the hint hard enough. Maybe he was trying too hard. Maybe he should murder Kurt again. For no particular reason, he guessed.
*
"AND SHE WHAT?" Kurt said, a very big evil laugh about to come from him.
"She shut the door on me." He saw his expression and frowned. "Hey, it's not as funny as it seems. And the bet is by the end of the week. But it's not about money, because I do happen to love her very much."
His friend just sighed. "That bet really isn't clear to you huh?" Chris rose a brow. "How do I know whether you've really practiced that pucker with her or not? I have to witness it, you know."
"You DO realise, that this isn't porno. And honestly, I have quite as much, if not, more integrity than you have."
"Hey, watch the words there."
"There you go all turning whiny and stuff."
"I am not whiny," he retorted. "I believe in fighting for your own rights."
"And that is why I have the right to complain if you want to SEE that kiss. Look Mr. Shiny Tofu, I love this lady very much, so it'd be very appreciated if you'd give some advice."
"I'm not your counselor or your psychiatrist, you do know that right?"
"No, but you're my best friend, so I believe that you've got something to say."
"Well, all I'm going to say, my buffalo-sized grasshopper is that you suck at dates, and you should just be yourself. Oh, and you can just record that kiss on video too if I can't be there."
"...Thanks alot man. Seriously."
He never really thought about being himself. He really tried to imitate movie scenes too hard. With a sigh, he stepped out the door, with a tiny voice of goodbye. *So what's the plot for tomorrow?* he asked himself. *The plot for tomorrow will be perfect.* Then, he ran back into Angle's house again.
"I've got an idea."
"Is it any good or realistic?"
"I don't know." He paused. "Wanna hear it or not?"
"Whatever, if it works."
So he told his plan, then waiting for his response. "So?"
"Okay, but no more details because I want to say my own lines. I want to be charismatic in front of my boss, okay?"
"Whatever man, thanks."
*
Stephanie stared at the little note.
'Would you kindly, please please PLEASE meet me for lunch today? Kurt's gonna be there too. Call me. Love, the Chris.'
She sighed. Oh boy, did he grate her nerves with the third person thing. She knew that she couldn't stay very mad at him for long too, though. So she scribbled down the answer and proceeded out the door.
PG
A/N: MY BIRTHDAY!!! *big fat cheesy grinnn* Ahh, finally, something will happen. Well, it's minor, but hell. :) Again, review if you want to, because I'm not particular. Oh yeah, I forgot to put this:
Disclamier: I don't own anyone here. As a matter of fact I do not want to own them. I just want to make up a story for them. Which will be the greatest, coolest thing to do. :P. Phew. Finally, I'm assured that I'm not gonna get sued.
Chapter 4
So there they were, FINALLY on a nice, real, pleasant, unfoiled date. Chris felt warm and fuzzy all over that it made him sick, but how could you feel sick if you were going out with someone you actually liked? He didn't mind it was only Délifrance. It was better than nothing. So what would they do this time? He hoped nothing bad would happen... Well, nothing really could go wrong now that they were both there.
When they both settled down, she smiled, and this time, he felt that there was this constant glow all over her, and she had begun to smell more wonderful. Or was that just the crossaints baking in the oven? Whatever it was, he still felt good about himself. This was the only time when he had the chance to do something without Kurt's help. He was going to be successful.
"So, what do you want?" He didn't mind collecting either. At least this might prove something to her.
"Number... four, I guess. You?"
"I... guess I'll have the same then." Ha, he saw this in shows before. It always worked magic, one way or another. He (almost) skipped off with the orders in mind.
Stephanie sat back to take in the atmosphere. This actually felt nice. The place wasn't too crowded, with only about a small group of people at the counter, waiting for their turn. She was enjoying this night with Chris Jericho, and this was only the start of it. Not that she was so very sure that everything would go fine, but it was a feeling.
Moments later, Chris had returned. She had to get up and help him, since the tray seemed to bend a little from the weight of their stuff on top. "You're not Superman you know."
"No, but I'm Y2J," he replied, shifting everything from the tray to the table quickly.
"That's not the point," she told him, trying to sneak her hand somewhere to help.
"That IS the point."
"Well, points don't matter now, do they?" He looked around and placed the tray on an unused table. "I'm sorry if I couldn't make it last night again. Really. I could've sworn you were dying to meet me, like a squealing teenage fan."
"I don't squeal," he said sternly. "I don't squeak anymore too."
Stephanie giggled and lifted her meal up, taking a bite from it. "You know, there's a reason why I took a knife and a fork for you."
"I know that. But you know, I just... I don't want to be so full of etiquette all the time. I thought I'd be more... Free with you."
"Be my guest. Because the Chris don't care. But the Chris PREFERS if you don't talk with your mouth full."
"I'mf srffy," she said, mumbling through a covered mouth. When she swallowed, she grinned unbearably. "It's very annoying to refer yourself as the third party you know."
"Well, the Chris thinks all the better. I so love to annoy you."
"And it's so easy to grate my nerves."
"You're not so pleasant yourself."
"SHUT UP!" she said, frowning a bit. "So much for being a 'lard fart', quoting from you. Did I ever tell you that you don't have enough insults to actually raise an issue?"
"Huh?"
She gritted her teeth and sighed. "Okay, FINE. That was an insult."
As soon as they were done, they were back to square one, trying to push all the wrong buttons on each other. But as all nights go, it was always that certain situation that would occur. It was time for Kurt to hand over the fifty bucks. And it was only Wednesday.
So there he was, the kind man to walk her home to her doorstep. Hoo boy, he was getting his palms all sweaty again, and he was more than just nervous.
"Here we are..." she said, turning around and smiling. She turned back and rumaged through her purse for her keys. The office could wait any day. So she opened the door, and faced him again.
"Yes we are," he repeated, scratching the back of his head. "It was nice today."
"I know. You know, I'm just really glad we finally did this."
His brain was full of chugging spokes and steam, trying to calm himself down. *Do what you want to do."
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," she said. He suddenly leaned his arm on the door frame. "Unless you don't have the time."
"I do! I do." He wanted to lean in, but the smile she had made him feel guilty of just doing this for a few ten bucks. But this was money AND his feelings right? So he should be alright in this. He didn't need to be guilty. After what seemed an eternity of trying to have a debate with himself, he decided to go with it. He was Chris Jericho. He couldn't be nervous.
Right?
He moved forward a little for that glorious moment, maybe waiting for her to do the same. Maybe he read too many books and watched to many movies, because the next moment, he wanted to murder himself.
"Bye," she said, not noticing what he wanted so much to do. "It was great."
It was like a bullet to the gut, or at least something like that. "Yeah, I know. Bye." Then the door closed.
SHE DIDN'T KNOW!!! *Oh damn! SCREW!*
But maybe it wasn't her fault. Maybe he didn't lean in ENOUGH for her to notice. Maybe he didn't drop the hint hard enough. Maybe he was trying too hard. Maybe he should murder Kurt again. For no particular reason, he guessed.
*
"AND SHE WHAT?" Kurt said, a very big evil laugh about to come from him.
"She shut the door on me." He saw his expression and frowned. "Hey, it's not as funny as it seems. And the bet is by the end of the week. But it's not about money, because I do happen to love her very much."
His friend just sighed. "That bet really isn't clear to you huh?" Chris rose a brow. "How do I know whether you've really practiced that pucker with her or not? I have to witness it, you know."
"You DO realise, that this isn't porno. And honestly, I have quite as much, if not, more integrity than you have."
"Hey, watch the words there."
"There you go all turning whiny and stuff."
"I am not whiny," he retorted. "I believe in fighting for your own rights."
"And that is why I have the right to complain if you want to SEE that kiss. Look Mr. Shiny Tofu, I love this lady very much, so it'd be very appreciated if you'd give some advice."
"I'm not your counselor or your psychiatrist, you do know that right?"
"No, but you're my best friend, so I believe that you've got something to say."
"Well, all I'm going to say, my buffalo-sized grasshopper is that you suck at dates, and you should just be yourself. Oh, and you can just record that kiss on video too if I can't be there."
"...Thanks alot man. Seriously."
He never really thought about being himself. He really tried to imitate movie scenes too hard. With a sigh, he stepped out the door, with a tiny voice of goodbye. *So what's the plot for tomorrow?* he asked himself. *The plot for tomorrow will be perfect.* Then, he ran back into Angle's house again.
"I've got an idea."
"Is it any good or realistic?"
"I don't know." He paused. "Wanna hear it or not?"
"Whatever, if it works."
So he told his plan, then waiting for his response. "So?"
"Okay, but no more details because I want to say my own lines. I want to be charismatic in front of my boss, okay?"
"Whatever man, thanks."
*
Stephanie stared at the little note.
'Would you kindly, please please PLEASE meet me for lunch today? Kurt's gonna be there too. Call me. Love, the Chris.'
She sighed. Oh boy, did he grate her nerves with the third person thing. She knew that she couldn't stay very mad at him for long too, though. So she scribbled down the answer and proceeded out the door.