TITLE: Ballroom Dancing.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Possible swearing in future chapters.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Edge, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love those reviews! I need my daily review fix! I swear, it's become an addiction.. hehe. Just let me know what you thought, and I'll be a happy Cathie!
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Trish Stratus smiled slightly to herself as she turned the hallway corner of the arena. She was on her way to see Christian. The blonde canadian had agreed to help her learn some new moves and techniques. She had asked for his help as she decided she needed to learn some new and fresh ideas if she wanted to stay ontop of the women's competition.
Jazz and Victoria were both tough competitors, both strong and talented. Trish knew that she had improved greatly in her wrestling skills since joining the WWE, but compared to Jazz and Victoria, she was still very much an amatuer. Which was why she came to the conclusion that she needed to ask another superstar for some help.
Of course, her choice of Christian for help was slightly biased. The small blonde had more than friendly feelings for him, so he was the first one she asked for help. Trish was extremely pleased when Christian happily agreed to help her. He told her that it would be 'his pleasure'. She was sure that he felt something for her in return.. there was just this special kind of feeling in the air whenever they talked to each other. Trish couldn't describe it, but it was there.
"Hey Trish! Wait up!"
Trish stopped walking, and sighed softly. She really just wanted to get to Christian's room. She recognised the voice that had called out to her instantly. She turned to face him. "What's up Jeff?"
Jeff Hardy ran up beside her, still in his ring attire. His body paint was smudged from the match he'd been in earlier that night, and his hair was tied back loosely. As he sidled up beside Trish, he looked over at her and smiled brightly.
"What?" Trish asked him, beginning to walk towards Christian's locker room again. The way Jeff was smiling at her was making her feel uncomfortable. She knew about the youngest Hardy brother's feelings for her. He'd made them more than clear on a number of occasions. And every time she had told him that she simply wasn't interested. Jeff just wasn't her 'type'. Yet he still continued to pursue her.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Listen, I was just wondering... if you weren't doing anything tonight, maybe we could go out for some drinks or something?" Jeff looked at her hopefully. "You know, celebrate your win over Victoria tonight?"
Trish stopped walking again, and groaned inwardly. Would he ever get the message? She'd done everything but proclaim her love for Christian to him. Maybe that's what she'd have to do, sooner or later. Maybe then Jeff Hardy would understand that she simply didn't want to be with him. She turned to the youngest Hardy brother. "Jeff, that's really sweet of you. But I've actually made other plans already." She patted his arm gently. "Sorry. Maybe another time, okay?"
The blonde diva smiled softly at Jeff, and continued on her way down the hallway. Jeff stood in his place, watching her walk away from him. "Yeah, sure!" He called back to her, then his voice dropped to that of a whisper. " Another time." He continued to watch Trish walk down the hall, until she turned a corner and he was left watching an empty hallway.
Jeff sighed, exhaling deeply. He leant against the wall, closed his eyes, and slid down to the floor. Trish always had 'some other plans' when it came to him. She never seemed to want to spend any time with him. During Invasion, Jeff was sure there was something between him and Trish. There was so much chemistry, so much feeling between them. But as soon as he began to pursue her, she brushed him off.
He knew that if she would just give him a chance, he could prove that they would be great together. Just because they were different didn't mean things couldn't work out. Opposite's attract, right? Isn't that what everyone always says? Opposite's attract. So why was Trish repelling from him?
"You awake down there?"
Jeff opened his eyes slowly, and was greeted by the sight of Lita standing over him. The redhead smiled at him, and sat down beside him.
"What's up sweetie?" She asked, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she looked at Jeff.
"Oh, you know." Jeff replied, looking over at his best friend. "Trish troubles."
Lita felt her stomach clench. The last thing she felt like doing was counselling Jeff on Trish Stratus. Over the past few months, Lita found it incredibly hard giving Jeff advice on the blonde diva and how to win her heart, when all she wanted was Jeff for herself.
"Ah." Lita said knowingly, nodding her head. "Did you ask her out again?"
"Yep. And I got turned down. Again." Jeff said dejectedly, hunching his shoulders. "What am I doing wrong here, Li? Why doesn't she want me?"
Lita slipped her arm around Jeff's shoulders, and hugged him tightly. "I don't know, Jeff. She's crazy though, to turn you down like she is." Lita tucked a strand of blue hair that fell into Jeff's face behind his ear. "If I had a guy like you chasing after me, I'd be the happiest woman in the world."
Jeff laughed softly. "No you wouldn't! You'd be running scared!" He leant his head on her shoulder, and Lita stroked his head gently. She realised that he still had his body paint on, and that now it would be all over her clean clothes... but she didn't care. Jeff needed her now, and that was much more important than keeping her clothes clean.
Lita chuckled in response, still stroking his head. "Maybe." No, she thought to herself. I wouldn't. I would be extremely happy. If only you were chasing after me instead of her... "Listen, Jeff.. what do you say you go take a shower and get changed? Then we'll go out, grab something to eat and maybe a movie. After that, we'll go back to my place and just hang out. What do you say?"
Jeff lifted his head off Lita's shoulder and looked at her. This woman was amazing. She knew exactly how to make him feel better when he was down. He was extremely lucky to have her in his life. She was the best friend he'd ever had. "That'd be great, Li."
The two friends stood up, and linked hands as they made their way towards Jeff's locker room. "Just one thing, though." Jeff asked.
Lita turned to Jeff, smiling. "Anything."
At Jeff's next words, Lita felt her heart jump to her throat.
"Can you teach me how to Tango after the movie?"
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: I'll make it PG-13 for now. It'll probably stay that way.
CONTENT: Possible swearing in future chapters.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Edge, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: I love those reviews! I need my daily review fix! I swear, it's become an addiction.. hehe. Just let me know what you thought, and I'll be a happy Cathie!
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Trish Stratus smiled slightly to herself as she turned the hallway corner of the arena. She was on her way to see Christian. The blonde canadian had agreed to help her learn some new moves and techniques. She had asked for his help as she decided she needed to learn some new and fresh ideas if she wanted to stay ontop of the women's competition.
Jazz and Victoria were both tough competitors, both strong and talented. Trish knew that she had improved greatly in her wrestling skills since joining the WWE, but compared to Jazz and Victoria, she was still very much an amatuer. Which was why she came to the conclusion that she needed to ask another superstar for some help.
Of course, her choice of Christian for help was slightly biased. The small blonde had more than friendly feelings for him, so he was the first one she asked for help. Trish was extremely pleased when Christian happily agreed to help her. He told her that it would be 'his pleasure'. She was sure that he felt something for her in return.. there was just this special kind of feeling in the air whenever they talked to each other. Trish couldn't describe it, but it was there.
"Hey Trish! Wait up!"
Trish stopped walking, and sighed softly. She really just wanted to get to Christian's room. She recognised the voice that had called out to her instantly. She turned to face him. "What's up Jeff?"
Jeff Hardy ran up beside her, still in his ring attire. His body paint was smudged from the match he'd been in earlier that night, and his hair was tied back loosely. As he sidled up beside Trish, he looked over at her and smiled brightly.
"What?" Trish asked him, beginning to walk towards Christian's locker room again. The way Jeff was smiling at her was making her feel uncomfortable. She knew about the youngest Hardy brother's feelings for her. He'd made them more than clear on a number of occasions. And every time she had told him that she simply wasn't interested. Jeff just wasn't her 'type'. Yet he still continued to pursue her.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Listen, I was just wondering... if you weren't doing anything tonight, maybe we could go out for some drinks or something?" Jeff looked at her hopefully. "You know, celebrate your win over Victoria tonight?"
Trish stopped walking again, and groaned inwardly. Would he ever get the message? She'd done everything but proclaim her love for Christian to him. Maybe that's what she'd have to do, sooner or later. Maybe then Jeff Hardy would understand that she simply didn't want to be with him. She turned to the youngest Hardy brother. "Jeff, that's really sweet of you. But I've actually made other plans already." She patted his arm gently. "Sorry. Maybe another time, okay?"
The blonde diva smiled softly at Jeff, and continued on her way down the hallway. Jeff stood in his place, watching her walk away from him. "Yeah, sure!" He called back to her, then his voice dropped to that of a whisper. " Another time." He continued to watch Trish walk down the hall, until she turned a corner and he was left watching an empty hallway.
Jeff sighed, exhaling deeply. He leant against the wall, closed his eyes, and slid down to the floor. Trish always had 'some other plans' when it came to him. She never seemed to want to spend any time with him. During Invasion, Jeff was sure there was something between him and Trish. There was so much chemistry, so much feeling between them. But as soon as he began to pursue her, she brushed him off.
He knew that if she would just give him a chance, he could prove that they would be great together. Just because they were different didn't mean things couldn't work out. Opposite's attract, right? Isn't that what everyone always says? Opposite's attract. So why was Trish repelling from him?
"You awake down there?"
Jeff opened his eyes slowly, and was greeted by the sight of Lita standing over him. The redhead smiled at him, and sat down beside him.
"What's up sweetie?" She asked, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she looked at Jeff.
"Oh, you know." Jeff replied, looking over at his best friend. "Trish troubles."
Lita felt her stomach clench. The last thing she felt like doing was counselling Jeff on Trish Stratus. Over the past few months, Lita found it incredibly hard giving Jeff advice on the blonde diva and how to win her heart, when all she wanted was Jeff for herself.
"Ah." Lita said knowingly, nodding her head. "Did you ask her out again?"
"Yep. And I got turned down. Again." Jeff said dejectedly, hunching his shoulders. "What am I doing wrong here, Li? Why doesn't she want me?"
Lita slipped her arm around Jeff's shoulders, and hugged him tightly. "I don't know, Jeff. She's crazy though, to turn you down like she is." Lita tucked a strand of blue hair that fell into Jeff's face behind his ear. "If I had a guy like you chasing after me, I'd be the happiest woman in the world."
Jeff laughed softly. "No you wouldn't! You'd be running scared!" He leant his head on her shoulder, and Lita stroked his head gently. She realised that he still had his body paint on, and that now it would be all over her clean clothes... but she didn't care. Jeff needed her now, and that was much more important than keeping her clothes clean.
Lita chuckled in response, still stroking his head. "Maybe." No, she thought to herself. I wouldn't. I would be extremely happy. If only you were chasing after me instead of her... "Listen, Jeff.. what do you say you go take a shower and get changed? Then we'll go out, grab something to eat and maybe a movie. After that, we'll go back to my place and just hang out. What do you say?"
Jeff lifted his head off Lita's shoulder and looked at her. This woman was amazing. She knew exactly how to make him feel better when he was down. He was extremely lucky to have her in his life. She was the best friend he'd ever had. "That'd be great, Li."
The two friends stood up, and linked hands as they made their way towards Jeff's locker room. "Just one thing, though." Jeff asked.
Lita turned to Jeff, smiling. "Anything."
At Jeff's next words, Lita felt her heart jump to her throat.
"Can you teach me how to Tango after the movie?"