Down the Road
PG-13
Chapter 13
*Pain in my ass.*
Chris was flipping through a Vogue magazine, which obviously wasn't him, but he just wanted to look like he was doing something besides thinking about her.
*Thorn in my side.*
He hadn't seen Kurt for quite sometime now, but it didn't really matter, did it? Some best friend. And Victoria... He could dump her in the sewers for all he cared. He had no heart to feel anything for anyone. Maybe it was Kurt's idea for him to be with Victoria so that if Steph were to have a change of heart about Greg, he'd move straight in and play the knight. He wasn't surprised that Stephanie hadn't told him about the engagement yet. She never spoke a word to him, or even looked at him for that matter. Not this morning. Not ever, as long as he lived.
*Grease in the bucket.*
He couldn't help but curse her over and over again. It was her fault. Who told her to act the way she was in the first place? Of all the people he had to encounter, of all the businesses he had to get into, of all the girls he had to fall for, it just had to be her. HER. Stephanie McMahon. He knew he couldn't help himself to these love-hate relationships. The relationship sucked so badly because they just didn't click. What an excuse.
*Dum---*
"Are you sure you're alright?" he heard her say for the first time that day.
"I'm perfectly fine."
"...You're reading Vogue's stupid October issue, you're not sitting on the couch, the television's not on, you've never said good morning, and your room's not in a mess. Don't think that I can't see that."
"Please don't bother me. I'm not exactly in the mood right now," he said, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table. "And I was bored. Vogue was just there, I wanted a seating change, I was saving electricity, I was too tired to greet you, and I wanted to be neat this once. Is that good enough for you?"
"Right," she answered solomnly. "I'm believing you only because I trust you."
Was that so? Funny how she used the word trust.
"Okay." Then everything went back to its original, boring state.
***
"She's WHAT?!"
"Tieing that stupid dead knot," Chris told Kurt. "I read her diary... And I think you're an asshole."
He sighed. "I'm sorry. Something came over me."
"What, an evil spirit out to ruin my love life?"
"Could you be anymore melodramatic?"
"Yes..." Chris replied. "Anyway, I think it sucks for the both of us. Fair and square." He stalled. "I'm square! Damn, she made me square on the first denied date. Even speech is affected. Very close to being drones."
"I think I might cry... And I think I really might be tofu... Its your fault."
"My fault? Its a personality trait that's born within, Kurt. Its your mom's fault."
"Shutup about my mom," Kurt retorted almost angrily. "Just lay off the subject, okay?"
"Alright, alright."
Chris spent almost the rest of the day drumming his fingers in thought on the counter's plywood. *She's getting married,* he kept thinking. *She's getting married. And she never told me.* "I'm so sick of thinking." He looked around. "Kurt?" His best friend may have gone out or something, and he was so tied up in those thoughts that he couldn't even notice. His brain was going to me a melted mass of nothing if he didn't stop.
The door opened and there was Kurt with bags of groceries. "I thought you still had gallons of that milk in your fridge," Chris said, eyeing the plastic bags.
"Doesn't matter. If there's a war or something you know where to run to," he replied. "And I bought things that weren't dairy too." He set all of it onto the counter in front of Chris and scratched the back of his head. "Seems a bit lighter than before though..."
"...That's because half of your milk is dripping on the floor," Chris told him. "You bought crisps? Don't kill me with your extra work outs."
"You know I told you how hard it is to clean the floor!"
"Well its not my fault you did the groceries. Hell, these aren't even considered groceries." Kurt frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Chris just casually brought the bags to the sink and sat back down. "...Anyway, I've been thinking---"
"Anything new?" Kurt interrupted. "Because that's been happening four times as much lately."
Chris managed a sigh. "Whatever. I think I'm nice to her enough already." This earned a funny look from Kurt.
"Did I hear right?"
"Yes, you did. Its about time I reverted to that... 'Meanie', was what she would refer it to. I can't take this anymore... I'm gonna catapult whatever crap I have under my sleeve at the both of them, and well, I'm using Victoria to the limits. Enough is enough, Kurt, and I'm trusting that you'll keep this a total secret."
"...You have my word," he replied reluctantly. "But I'm not too sure about that idea."
"I don't care anymore. I want to get back at her, and if it means that I'm gonna get her to hate me, then fine. I'm sick and tired of all that shit... In fact, my feelings are kind of subsiding. I suppose its alright now," he finished, twiddling his thumbs. *Maybe that last part wasn't necessary.*
"Don't go too far though. I won't allow that. Don't do anything stupid---"
"I know what I'm doing! Geez, lay it off already. I know what to do. I'm over."
*At least I hope I am.*
~*~
A/n: Sorry it was short... Quite slowing moving, I noticed. But well, I'm trying to find time. :P. Oh yeah, what is up with that Chris/trish angle? Its kind of making me vomit my guts out. Until next time, ]-=+PeArLyN+=-[
PG-13
Chapter 13
*Pain in my ass.*
Chris was flipping through a Vogue magazine, which obviously wasn't him, but he just wanted to look like he was doing something besides thinking about her.
*Thorn in my side.*
He hadn't seen Kurt for quite sometime now, but it didn't really matter, did it? Some best friend. And Victoria... He could dump her in the sewers for all he cared. He had no heart to feel anything for anyone. Maybe it was Kurt's idea for him to be with Victoria so that if Steph were to have a change of heart about Greg, he'd move straight in and play the knight. He wasn't surprised that Stephanie hadn't told him about the engagement yet. She never spoke a word to him, or even looked at him for that matter. Not this morning. Not ever, as long as he lived.
*Grease in the bucket.*
He couldn't help but curse her over and over again. It was her fault. Who told her to act the way she was in the first place? Of all the people he had to encounter, of all the businesses he had to get into, of all the girls he had to fall for, it just had to be her. HER. Stephanie McMahon. He knew he couldn't help himself to these love-hate relationships. The relationship sucked so badly because they just didn't click. What an excuse.
*Dum---*
"Are you sure you're alright?" he heard her say for the first time that day.
"I'm perfectly fine."
"...You're reading Vogue's stupid October issue, you're not sitting on the couch, the television's not on, you've never said good morning, and your room's not in a mess. Don't think that I can't see that."
"Please don't bother me. I'm not exactly in the mood right now," he said, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table. "And I was bored. Vogue was just there, I wanted a seating change, I was saving electricity, I was too tired to greet you, and I wanted to be neat this once. Is that good enough for you?"
"Right," she answered solomnly. "I'm believing you only because I trust you."
Was that so? Funny how she used the word trust.
"Okay." Then everything went back to its original, boring state.
***
"She's WHAT?!"
"Tieing that stupid dead knot," Chris told Kurt. "I read her diary... And I think you're an asshole."
He sighed. "I'm sorry. Something came over me."
"What, an evil spirit out to ruin my love life?"
"Could you be anymore melodramatic?"
"Yes..." Chris replied. "Anyway, I think it sucks for the both of us. Fair and square." He stalled. "I'm square! Damn, she made me square on the first denied date. Even speech is affected. Very close to being drones."
"I think I might cry... And I think I really might be tofu... Its your fault."
"My fault? Its a personality trait that's born within, Kurt. Its your mom's fault."
"Shutup about my mom," Kurt retorted almost angrily. "Just lay off the subject, okay?"
"Alright, alright."
Chris spent almost the rest of the day drumming his fingers in thought on the counter's plywood. *She's getting married,* he kept thinking. *She's getting married. And she never told me.* "I'm so sick of thinking." He looked around. "Kurt?" His best friend may have gone out or something, and he was so tied up in those thoughts that he couldn't even notice. His brain was going to me a melted mass of nothing if he didn't stop.
The door opened and there was Kurt with bags of groceries. "I thought you still had gallons of that milk in your fridge," Chris said, eyeing the plastic bags.
"Doesn't matter. If there's a war or something you know where to run to," he replied. "And I bought things that weren't dairy too." He set all of it onto the counter in front of Chris and scratched the back of his head. "Seems a bit lighter than before though..."
"...That's because half of your milk is dripping on the floor," Chris told him. "You bought crisps? Don't kill me with your extra work outs."
"You know I told you how hard it is to clean the floor!"
"Well its not my fault you did the groceries. Hell, these aren't even considered groceries." Kurt frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Chris just casually brought the bags to the sink and sat back down. "...Anyway, I've been thinking---"
"Anything new?" Kurt interrupted. "Because that's been happening four times as much lately."
Chris managed a sigh. "Whatever. I think I'm nice to her enough already." This earned a funny look from Kurt.
"Did I hear right?"
"Yes, you did. Its about time I reverted to that... 'Meanie', was what she would refer it to. I can't take this anymore... I'm gonna catapult whatever crap I have under my sleeve at the both of them, and well, I'm using Victoria to the limits. Enough is enough, Kurt, and I'm trusting that you'll keep this a total secret."
"...You have my word," he replied reluctantly. "But I'm not too sure about that idea."
"I don't care anymore. I want to get back at her, and if it means that I'm gonna get her to hate me, then fine. I'm sick and tired of all that shit... In fact, my feelings are kind of subsiding. I suppose its alright now," he finished, twiddling his thumbs. *Maybe that last part wasn't necessary.*
"Don't go too far though. I won't allow that. Don't do anything stupid---"
"I know what I'm doing! Geez, lay it off already. I know what to do. I'm over."
*At least I hope I am.*
~*~
A/n: Sorry it was short... Quite slowing moving, I noticed. But well, I'm trying to find time. :P. Oh yeah, what is up with that Chris/trish angle? Its kind of making me vomit my guts out. Until next time, ]-=+PeArLyN+=-[