He walked back to the locker room alone, knowing that Christian was wrong,
and that the match at Wrestlemania was definatly going to make Christian
wish he had never bad-mouthed Trish. Never in a million years did he expect
Christian, his best friend to turn his back on him. But that was the normal
Christian thing to do. Chris got back to his locker room but didn't stay
long. He stayed long enough to put his coat on and grab his bags. After
that he just walked out to his car, got in and drove. He didn't care where
he was going right away, he certainly did not want to go back to the hotel.
And then he realized. She truly doesn't know how he feels. He told her some things; but they were never the right things. He had wanted to be more than just friends with her from the very beginning, and how was he supposed to tell her that. All the feelings he had wrapped up inside of him wanted to come out, but couldn't. Every night he'd lay awake thinking of the time they'd spent together. The nights they had, when she was too tired to drive home, so she stayed with him. He never thought those days would come again.
After about an hour, he finally drove back to the Motel 6 they were staying in that night. Fans were crowded around the doors, waiting for one of the superstars to either go in, or come out. 'How do they always know where we're staying?!' Graciously he signed autographs, for those who wanted one and went inside. He took the elevator up to the floor he was staying on. He thought about going to see Trish, but decided against it. He didn't want to talk to her right now. Well, he did, but in a way, something was telling him to give it a night. Much to his surprise though, once he got off the elevator, he saw her sitting by his room door.
"Trish...?" He must have scared her, because she jumped up off the ground. She looked at him, and it looked as if she'd been crying. He walked over to her and took her in his arms. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Why did you go out there tonight? Why didn't you just let Christian run his mouth? Chris, you could've gotten hurt again." He looked at her with a confused expression.
"Don't you dare worry about me getting hurt again. All you need to worry about is you getting better. I went out there to get revenge for you. It was bound to happen and you know it. And what he said didn't bother me. I know where you were. You were in your room sleeping, because I was there."
"Oh Chris, I can't believe he said such awful things. Please, just don't hurt yourself before your big Wrestlemania match. God, then you can get your revenge. And this will finally be over. You and him fighting because of me. I feel so guilty that I'm the one who caused you two to fight."
"The reason we were fighting is because he was the idiot who started the bet, and is jealous because I got something out of it. I got you." He still had her wrapped in his arms, and finally let go. He took out his key to the door and led her inside. She sat down in the chair next to the bed and crossed her legs. Even when she was crying he thought she looked so beautiful.
"If you want me to go so you can get some rest I will. Lita's due back at any minute, and we're supposed to have dinner together. That is if her and Rob didn't stop anywhere to get anything. She rode in with him since I have the night off."
"Why would I want you to go? I want you to stay here, with me, so we can talk." This was the first time in a long time that the two had a chance to be alone and she thought he wanted some rest. He wasn't letting her leave, not when Christian was in the same hotel. "How about I order some room service, and you just tell Lita you got hungry?"
She looked up from the ground and smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me." Chris took out the menu from the table beside the window, and looked it over. Once they decided what to order, he called down. It was going to take half an hour for it to be ready, so he figured they'd have a chance to talk things out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------:-------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- Dinner arrived right on time. The two had been talking about Christian for the time that it took for it to get there. There would be times, when the two would start talking at the same time, and Trish giggled. She loved being around him. She loved the way he made her feel safe and comfortable.
"So, how about we change the subject to Raw. What do you think about the Molly vs. Victoria match?! Molly gets her head shaved if she loses. Now I find that incredibly funny." She looked at Chris, because she knew she'd made him smile. His glassy blue eyes, glistening with the light starred at her. He was laughing that laugh, where she knew he wasn't being fake. His teeth were showing, and he looked like he was having a good time.
"I can just imagine watching Molly go around the back in a wig. It's funny because I honestly think she will come to work in a wig. One of those big haired wigs like back in the old days." She couldn't but laugh. That was one of the funniest things she'd heard in a long time. "Hold on a second, you've got something on your cheek."
Chris leaned in and wiped off whatever was on her cheek. She thanked him as he sat back in his chair. "You know, I'm getting used to this friendship thing. I'm gaining my trust back for you. Well I have been for a while, but I think I can finally trust you again. I mean you have changed Chris. I'm glad."
"Well, I'm glad that you're glad!" They both started cracking up, and finished up their dinner. Trish set the trays outside the door, and went back in the sitting area and sat on the couch with Chris. She sat rather close to him, and he didn't seem to mind. A few minutes passed and before they knew it, Trish was cuddled in Chris's arms. They were laughing and watching a movie, and having fun.
Trish looked over at her watch and saw that it was almost 3:30am. She got up and grabbed her leather jacket. "You know what I've really got to get going. Lita's going to call the cops. So, I'll see you in the morning?"
"Of course you will. Here I'll get your bag for you." He walked over and grabbed her bag. Handing it to her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. He walked her to the door and unlocked it for her. "Goodnight beautiful."
He turned to walk away, but Trish grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close to her. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against him, giving him a simple and sweet kiss. She held onto it for a few minutes, knowing that he was kissing back. She broke the kiss and starred into his glassy blue eyes. "Goodnight Chris..."
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And then he realized. She truly doesn't know how he feels. He told her some things; but they were never the right things. He had wanted to be more than just friends with her from the very beginning, and how was he supposed to tell her that. All the feelings he had wrapped up inside of him wanted to come out, but couldn't. Every night he'd lay awake thinking of the time they'd spent together. The nights they had, when she was too tired to drive home, so she stayed with him. He never thought those days would come again.
After about an hour, he finally drove back to the Motel 6 they were staying in that night. Fans were crowded around the doors, waiting for one of the superstars to either go in, or come out. 'How do they always know where we're staying?!' Graciously he signed autographs, for those who wanted one and went inside. He took the elevator up to the floor he was staying on. He thought about going to see Trish, but decided against it. He didn't want to talk to her right now. Well, he did, but in a way, something was telling him to give it a night. Much to his surprise though, once he got off the elevator, he saw her sitting by his room door.
"Trish...?" He must have scared her, because she jumped up off the ground. She looked at him, and it looked as if she'd been crying. He walked over to her and took her in his arms. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Why did you go out there tonight? Why didn't you just let Christian run his mouth? Chris, you could've gotten hurt again." He looked at her with a confused expression.
"Don't you dare worry about me getting hurt again. All you need to worry about is you getting better. I went out there to get revenge for you. It was bound to happen and you know it. And what he said didn't bother me. I know where you were. You were in your room sleeping, because I was there."
"Oh Chris, I can't believe he said such awful things. Please, just don't hurt yourself before your big Wrestlemania match. God, then you can get your revenge. And this will finally be over. You and him fighting because of me. I feel so guilty that I'm the one who caused you two to fight."
"The reason we were fighting is because he was the idiot who started the bet, and is jealous because I got something out of it. I got you." He still had her wrapped in his arms, and finally let go. He took out his key to the door and led her inside. She sat down in the chair next to the bed and crossed her legs. Even when she was crying he thought she looked so beautiful.
"If you want me to go so you can get some rest I will. Lita's due back at any minute, and we're supposed to have dinner together. That is if her and Rob didn't stop anywhere to get anything. She rode in with him since I have the night off."
"Why would I want you to go? I want you to stay here, with me, so we can talk." This was the first time in a long time that the two had a chance to be alone and she thought he wanted some rest. He wasn't letting her leave, not when Christian was in the same hotel. "How about I order some room service, and you just tell Lita you got hungry?"
She looked up from the ground and smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me." Chris took out the menu from the table beside the window, and looked it over. Once they decided what to order, he called down. It was going to take half an hour for it to be ready, so he figured they'd have a chance to talk things out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------:-------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- Dinner arrived right on time. The two had been talking about Christian for the time that it took for it to get there. There would be times, when the two would start talking at the same time, and Trish giggled. She loved being around him. She loved the way he made her feel safe and comfortable.
"So, how about we change the subject to Raw. What do you think about the Molly vs. Victoria match?! Molly gets her head shaved if she loses. Now I find that incredibly funny." She looked at Chris, because she knew she'd made him smile. His glassy blue eyes, glistening with the light starred at her. He was laughing that laugh, where she knew he wasn't being fake. His teeth were showing, and he looked like he was having a good time.
"I can just imagine watching Molly go around the back in a wig. It's funny because I honestly think she will come to work in a wig. One of those big haired wigs like back in the old days." She couldn't but laugh. That was one of the funniest things she'd heard in a long time. "Hold on a second, you've got something on your cheek."
Chris leaned in and wiped off whatever was on her cheek. She thanked him as he sat back in his chair. "You know, I'm getting used to this friendship thing. I'm gaining my trust back for you. Well I have been for a while, but I think I can finally trust you again. I mean you have changed Chris. I'm glad."
"Well, I'm glad that you're glad!" They both started cracking up, and finished up their dinner. Trish set the trays outside the door, and went back in the sitting area and sat on the couch with Chris. She sat rather close to him, and he didn't seem to mind. A few minutes passed and before they knew it, Trish was cuddled in Chris's arms. They were laughing and watching a movie, and having fun.
Trish looked over at her watch and saw that it was almost 3:30am. She got up and grabbed her leather jacket. "You know what I've really got to get going. Lita's going to call the cops. So, I'll see you in the morning?"
"Of course you will. Here I'll get your bag for you." He walked over and grabbed her bag. Handing it to her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. He walked her to the door and unlocked it for her. "Goodnight beautiful."
He turned to walk away, but Trish grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close to her. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against him, giving him a simple and sweet kiss. She held onto it for a few minutes, knowing that he was kissing back. She broke the kiss and starred into his glassy blue eyes. "Goodnight Chris..."
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