Trish sat on her leather couch watching Raw. 'That asshole!' she thought to
herself as Christian used her theme to trick Chris. Then she saw the
rampage that Chris went on. 'Oh come on Chris, don't over work yourself
hunny.' After Chris decided to beat down Richards she put her finger tips
to her head and sighed. 'Wrestlemania Chris. Please save it until
Wrestlemania, please.' A phone call interrupted her train of thought.
"Hello?" She asked impatiently.
"Trish, it's Lita. Chris is here and he wants to talk to you."
"Well put him on then!"
"Trish?" It was so good to hear his voice. Hopefully Lita calmed him down enough. She let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm here hunny. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all right. Just so pissed off. I've also got a major headache."
"Well, I wish I could be there with you. Like last week."
"We need to talk about last week. But not right now babe, I've got to take a shower. I'll put you back on with Lita. Just stay home, please. I'll come to you."
Trish said goodbye to Chris and talked to Lita for a few more minutes. After they hung up Trish herself got in the shower. She didn't know if Chris was serious when he said he'd come to her. As much as she wanted to see him she didn't know if it was right. She had kissed him without him having a forewarning.
She put her pajamas on and climbed into bed. A half hour passed and finally she fell asleep. She tossed and turned all through the night, sometimes dreaming about Wrestlemania. At one point she dreamed of the match between Chris and Christian. She dreamt that Christian got disqualified, and kept beating on Chris with a chair.
She woke up with sweat dripping down her back. The Toronto sunlight was shining through her window, and she got out of bed. After walking down the stairs and into the kitchen her phone was blinking; she had a message. She pushed the play button and listened to the familiar voice ring out from the speakers.
"Hey Trish, its me, Chris. Well, I'm flying back to Toronto today, and was wondering if you could pick me up from the airport. Just give me a ring when you get my message, and if I don't pick up, I'm probably already on the plane. I should be in Toronto around noon. Thanks Trish."
The message ended and she picked up the phone and dialed Chris's number. A few rings, and then he picked up. "Yep?"
"Chris! I thought you'd already be on the plane."
"Ah, it's so good to hear your voice. No, I'm leaving in like 10 minutes. It's about 10 o'clock, so probably noon. Are you going to be there?"
"Would I say no to you?"
"That depends!" He laughed at her and she rolled her eyes. "But hey, I've go to go, alright? I'll see you in a couple hours. Then we'll talk."
"Okay, bye." She hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to take a shower. She wanted to be at the airport early. So she could see him. She needed to see him. She struggled with what she was going to tell him when he arrived, but she knew she had to tell him something. Surely he'd want an explanation of why she kissed him.
She left for the airport, and turned on her car stereo. Of course Fozzy was playing. Every time she gets in her car it's always on the Fozzy CD. She smiled to herself, and hummed along with the music. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------:---------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- He stepped off the plane and onto the long corridor connecting the airport and the plane. Slowly walking up it, he hoisted his bag further over his shoulder. He didn't know if Trish was there yet, but as the crowd parted, he saw the familiar blond hair, and the small and beautiful Canadian. He walked faster than he had been, and as he started getting closer, he saw her coming towards him. She ran up to him and into his arms. He hugged her tight to himself, and kissed her on the forehead.
"I've missed you so much." He set his bag on the floor and let go of the hug. She looked like she hadn't gotten that much sleep, so he said, "Let's get going. I'll drive home."
He picked up his bag, and took her hand in his. She squeezed it a bit, and walked with him. "How was your flight?"
"It was fine, my head still hurts, and my knee is killing me, but seeing you makes it all better."
He could tell she got embarrassed and laughed at her. "Thanks, but seeing you doesn't make the pain my back go away. Physical therapy is hardly helping, and this whole Wrestlemania match is giving me nightmares. I'm so scared Chris."
"You've nothing to be scared of. It's going to be okay." They walked into the parking garage and found Trish's car. "Here ya go." He opened the door for her, and then the back door to put his bag in. Once inside the car, he started it up and backed out of the garage.
"You do remember how to get back to my house right?"
"Pretty sure I know."
Chris watched Trish as she sat back on the seat. Her hair blowing in the wind, her face getting covered by the loose strands of hair. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. Hardly any make-up on, out of her wrestling gear. Just normal. He wanted to be with her just like that. Just normal Trish and normal Chris.
"So Chris, about last week..."
"Yeah, I mean, you kind of caught me off guard."
"I'm sorry Chris. I just, well I felt like it was the right thing to do. I really wanted to do that, so I did. Words can't explain why. You just mean a lot to me, and I wanted to thank you in a way that only we could understand as us."
Chris looked over at her, and sighed. 'As us?' What did she mean by that. He turned into her driveway and pulled up close to the garage. She got out before he had the chance to open the door for her, and was already unlocking the door. He walked in the house behind her and set his bag down by the door. He walked up behind her and her around.
Locking his arms around her back, he pulled her in, and returned the kiss that she'd given him last week. "Well, this is for us Trish...As us..." He looked into her eyes and saw the look that he once saw in them. Before she found out about the bet...Even before the bet. He saw what he'd missed seeing. She put her arms around his neck and they stayed like that for quite some time...
*I didn't know how to end this, but guess what! You get a Wrestlemania chapter! It all depends on what happens at WM though, because if she comes out, and all that good stuff, you're so getting a chapter...I hope you liked the cliffhanger, so read and review, lemme know what you think. Suggestions, and all that good stuff.. I plan on having the Wrestlemania chapter up on Monday before Raw. And then having yet another chapter. I'll continue this as long as I get reviews! And I really want to thank Christina for the great review she gave me last chapter..It meant a lot! So review!! And thanks to everyone else who reviews for me!*
"Hello?" She asked impatiently.
"Trish, it's Lita. Chris is here and he wants to talk to you."
"Well put him on then!"
"Trish?" It was so good to hear his voice. Hopefully Lita calmed him down enough. She let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm here hunny. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all right. Just so pissed off. I've also got a major headache."
"Well, I wish I could be there with you. Like last week."
"We need to talk about last week. But not right now babe, I've got to take a shower. I'll put you back on with Lita. Just stay home, please. I'll come to you."
Trish said goodbye to Chris and talked to Lita for a few more minutes. After they hung up Trish herself got in the shower. She didn't know if Chris was serious when he said he'd come to her. As much as she wanted to see him she didn't know if it was right. She had kissed him without him having a forewarning.
She put her pajamas on and climbed into bed. A half hour passed and finally she fell asleep. She tossed and turned all through the night, sometimes dreaming about Wrestlemania. At one point she dreamed of the match between Chris and Christian. She dreamt that Christian got disqualified, and kept beating on Chris with a chair.
She woke up with sweat dripping down her back. The Toronto sunlight was shining through her window, and she got out of bed. After walking down the stairs and into the kitchen her phone was blinking; she had a message. She pushed the play button and listened to the familiar voice ring out from the speakers.
"Hey Trish, its me, Chris. Well, I'm flying back to Toronto today, and was wondering if you could pick me up from the airport. Just give me a ring when you get my message, and if I don't pick up, I'm probably already on the plane. I should be in Toronto around noon. Thanks Trish."
The message ended and she picked up the phone and dialed Chris's number. A few rings, and then he picked up. "Yep?"
"Chris! I thought you'd already be on the plane."
"Ah, it's so good to hear your voice. No, I'm leaving in like 10 minutes. It's about 10 o'clock, so probably noon. Are you going to be there?"
"Would I say no to you?"
"That depends!" He laughed at her and she rolled her eyes. "But hey, I've go to go, alright? I'll see you in a couple hours. Then we'll talk."
"Okay, bye." She hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to take a shower. She wanted to be at the airport early. So she could see him. She needed to see him. She struggled with what she was going to tell him when he arrived, but she knew she had to tell him something. Surely he'd want an explanation of why she kissed him.
She left for the airport, and turned on her car stereo. Of course Fozzy was playing. Every time she gets in her car it's always on the Fozzy CD. She smiled to herself, and hummed along with the music. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------:---------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- He stepped off the plane and onto the long corridor connecting the airport and the plane. Slowly walking up it, he hoisted his bag further over his shoulder. He didn't know if Trish was there yet, but as the crowd parted, he saw the familiar blond hair, and the small and beautiful Canadian. He walked faster than he had been, and as he started getting closer, he saw her coming towards him. She ran up to him and into his arms. He hugged her tight to himself, and kissed her on the forehead.
"I've missed you so much." He set his bag on the floor and let go of the hug. She looked like she hadn't gotten that much sleep, so he said, "Let's get going. I'll drive home."
He picked up his bag, and took her hand in his. She squeezed it a bit, and walked with him. "How was your flight?"
"It was fine, my head still hurts, and my knee is killing me, but seeing you makes it all better."
He could tell she got embarrassed and laughed at her. "Thanks, but seeing you doesn't make the pain my back go away. Physical therapy is hardly helping, and this whole Wrestlemania match is giving me nightmares. I'm so scared Chris."
"You've nothing to be scared of. It's going to be okay." They walked into the parking garage and found Trish's car. "Here ya go." He opened the door for her, and then the back door to put his bag in. Once inside the car, he started it up and backed out of the garage.
"You do remember how to get back to my house right?"
"Pretty sure I know."
Chris watched Trish as she sat back on the seat. Her hair blowing in the wind, her face getting covered by the loose strands of hair. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. Hardly any make-up on, out of her wrestling gear. Just normal. He wanted to be with her just like that. Just normal Trish and normal Chris.
"So Chris, about last week..."
"Yeah, I mean, you kind of caught me off guard."
"I'm sorry Chris. I just, well I felt like it was the right thing to do. I really wanted to do that, so I did. Words can't explain why. You just mean a lot to me, and I wanted to thank you in a way that only we could understand as us."
Chris looked over at her, and sighed. 'As us?' What did she mean by that. He turned into her driveway and pulled up close to the garage. She got out before he had the chance to open the door for her, and was already unlocking the door. He walked in the house behind her and set his bag down by the door. He walked up behind her and her around.
Locking his arms around her back, he pulled her in, and returned the kiss that she'd given him last week. "Well, this is for us Trish...As us..." He looked into her eyes and saw the look that he once saw in them. Before she found out about the bet...Even before the bet. He saw what he'd missed seeing. She put her arms around his neck and they stayed like that for quite some time...
*I didn't know how to end this, but guess what! You get a Wrestlemania chapter! It all depends on what happens at WM though, because if she comes out, and all that good stuff, you're so getting a chapter...I hope you liked the cliffhanger, so read and review, lemme know what you think. Suggestions, and all that good stuff.. I plan on having the Wrestlemania chapter up on Monday before Raw. And then having yet another chapter. I'll continue this as long as I get reviews! And I really want to thank Christina for the great review she gave me last chapter..It meant a lot! So review!! And thanks to everyone else who reviews for me!*
