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: It's always, and I do mean always, welcome. ^_^
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Dinner and the movie had been wonderful. Just the two of them, together, enjoying themselves. No worries, no hassles, and best of all... no Trish.
Lita felt the ball of nervousness in her stomach wash away with each passing moment as there was no mention of Trish Stratus at all. Jeff never even mentioned her name, making Lita feel all the more comfortable and at ease. She had nothing against the blonde diva, really. Just hearing Jeff talk about her all the time, and how much he wanted to be with her, made Lita highly uncomfortable.
Lita's comfort level was completely disrupted as they drove back towards her place after dinner and the movie. "So, are you going to teach me the Tango once we get back to your house?"
She grimaced slightly at his words, watching as Jeff kept his eyes on the road. No way in the world she'd be able to teach him how to Tango. Not without going insane first, anyway.
"Uh, Jeff.. we've only just started. I think you need to learn alot more before we can move onto more complex steps like the Tango." She quickly added, "Not that you aren't doing well, because you are. You're picking up everything really quickly. But the Tango is so difficult to learn..."
Jeff sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It is pretty complicated, isn't it?" He was silent for a moment, before speaking once more, turning the wheel as he spoke. "I should probably concentrate on perfecting my Waltz."
Lita let out a breath of relief. "That's probably the best way to go."
The drive passed quickly, and it wasn't long until they had arrived at Lita's house. As Lita fumbled for her keys in her bag, Jeff held the screen door open for her.
"So, what do you want to do for the rest of the night?"
Finding her keys, Lita replied. "Whatever. We could play monopoly?" Her keys jingled as she out them into the lock, turning it to open the door.
The two friends entered the house, shutting the front door behind them. Lita walked over to her table stand, immediately checking her answering machine. Noticing the little beeping red light, she looked at Jeff from over her shoulder. "Looks like someone loves me."
He smiled as he sat back onto her couch, watching her as she pressed the play button on the answering machine.
"Hey Li. It's Chris. I'm just calling to see how you are... Edge told me about what you're doing. Your poor thing. I honestly don't know why you put yourself through all that crap when you've got me! Call me back soon sweetie."
Lita froze, her back still to Jeff. Goddamn, she was caught out. No, wait. She could lie to him. Pretend Chris was talking about something else, and not about her putting herself through hell with Jeff, still lingering for him, when she knew he didn't feel the same way towards her. Yes, that's what she'd do. She'd lie.
She turned back to face Jeff. He sat, his head crooked slightly, a confused yet concerned frown playing on his face. "What was that all about? What crap are you putting yourself through?"
Unable to think of anything plausible, Lita stuttered. "Uh, nothing." She walked into her kitchen quickly, hoping to avoid the subject. Instead, Jeff simply got up from the couch and followed her into the room.
"If you're in some kind of trouble..." He paused, shaking his head. "Why haven't you told me anything? Jericho obviously knows.. and he said that he found out from Edge? Why haven't you told me?"
The redheaded diva closed the fridge door, and faced her best friend. "Jeff, I'm not in any kind of trouble, okay? There is nothing to tell. I swear to you, if I had something worth telling, you'd be the first to hear about it, okay?"
Seemingly satisfied with this answer, Jeff shrugged. Lita sighed, and opened the fridge door once more. "Did you want a beer?"
"Yeah, please."
She handed him his beer bottle, and they walked back out into the lounge room. Sitting comfortably on the couch, Lita reached out to the television remote, and pressed the green button. The screen in front of them came to life with images and sounds. Some request music video show was on, and Jeff must've known the song playing at the time, because he began to sing along immediately. Lita didn't know the tune herself, but hey. Her and Jeff had the same tastes in music, among many other things. Listening to him sing along to the song, her mind began to wander.
This was what she liked. Sitting beside him, the sides of their arms touching, but just barely. Sipping on some beer, watching some television... together. Just the two of them. She looked over at him through the corner of her eye, and smiled despite her hardest try to keep a straight face.
"What?"
Damn, he must've caught her. That boy was quick, she had to give him that. How he could be so perceptive and notice when she was looking at him, yet not be perceptive enough to realise WHY she was looking at him never failed to amaze the redhead.
"Nothing. I was just, um, trying to decide what we're going to do for the rest of the night."
"Oh." He paused. "Didn't you mention monopoly before?"
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"I think... I win."
Lita threw the dice down roughly, frowning at the board game in front of her. "You..." She paused, having to think about her next words carefully. "...always win, Jeff!"
Jeff chuckled from his position on the floor, across from his best friend. Well, it started as a chuckle. Then it ended up in an all-out roar of laughter. He looked around at the lounge room as his laughing slowly stopped, him wiping his eyes from the tears. Empty beer bottles littered the floor - at least 12 of them - and two shot glasses stood next to a half empty bottle of bourbon. And to think it had all started with just a bottle of beer each...
Lita knew she was drunk. She knew it. She felt all the usual symptoms. The light headedness. The rumbly feeling in her stomach. The willingness to spill all her deep, dark secrets. The uncontrollable urge to just get up and kiss Jeff.. Oh, and the fact that she could hardly talk or walk. Yep. She was drunk alright.
"Can I have another beer?" Jeff asked, trying desperately to rise from his position on the floor, but tripping over his feet. After a few tries of trying to stand, he kept himself planted firmly on the carpeted floor.
"I think you've had quite enough to drink tonight, my dear Jeffrey."
Jeff grabbed the nearly empty bottle of bourbon that stood next to him. "Look at this!" He slurred, waving the bottle around wildly. "It's not empty! So OBVIOUSLY, I haven't had enough!"
Lita pointed her finger at the Hardy brother, clucking her tongue. "Well, finish that first. Then, maybe, you can have another beer."
The redheaded diva looked on in shock as Jeff nodded at her words, and downed the remaining contents of the bottle quickly, throwing the liquid down his throat. Putting the bottle down on the carpet, he looked at Lita, his eyes hazy. "Now can I have another beer?"
Raising her eyebrow at him, Lita carefully stood up. Stumbling to the kitchen, she pulled another two beers from the fridge. Her movement was slow and clumsy, and her head was starting to hurt. Maybe she wouldn't have anymore to drink... she placed one bottle back into the fridge, and headed out to give Jeff his bottle.
"I don't think you should have anymore." She handed him his bottle. "Really, I don't."
Jeff stretched out his arms, beer bottle in one hand. "Look at me, Li. Do I look drunk to you?"
Lita studied him carefully for a moment, then nodded enthusiastically. "Yep. You do."
"Well, I don't feel drunk." Jeff gestured, waving his free hand in the air to prove his point. Jeff then paused, swaying slightly as he sat. He crawled over to the redhead, taking gulps from his beer as he did so. "Lita." He purred, slinging his arm around her. "My dear Lita. My BEST friend in the whole wide world."
She grinned drunkenly, sliding her arm across his waist as he pressed himself close to her. "You're my best friend too, Jeff."
"You know I love you, right?" Jeff proclaimed, his face right next to hers. She could feel his hot, moist breath on her cheek. She bit her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I love you too."
Her heart began to beat faster, her pulse began to race. Mouth dry, breaths quickening. Sweaty palms, rolling stomach. Lita suddenly became aware that Jeff's hand was resting on her thigh. These feelings weren't because she was drunk. These feelings weren't an effect of the alcohol. This was all real. This was all because of the way she felt about Jeff. Was he feeling these things as well?
"Good." He smiled widely. "Good. Because I have a favour to ask you."
"Anything Jeff, anything."
Taking a swig from his beer bottle, Jeff continued. "Can you talk to Trish for me? You know, find out of she's seeing anybody? Find out why she won't go out with me? Put in a good word for me, or something?"
Lita felt her heart plummet quickly into her stomach. She threw Jeff's arm off her shoulder, and stood up quickly, balancing herself well. "Goddamn!" She frowned at the man, who still sat on the living room floor, looking up at her in drunk confusion. "I can't believe you! Can't you go one night, just ONE night, without thinking about that blonde?" She shook her head angrily, and stormed off into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Jeff stood from the floor, sitting up on the couch. He stared into the hallway that Lita had walked into, confusion and hurt playing on his face. Why had she yelled at him like that? What had he done wrong? He was just asking her for a favour? If she didn't want to do it, she could've said no, right?
Lost in his own thoughts, Jeff didn't notice that Lita had re-appeared, standing at the hallway entrance. "You're blind, Jeff. Do you know that?" She wiped away a single tear that fell onto her cheek, sniffing softly as she did so. "You are so blind..."
Throwing his head up to look at her, Jeff spoke, suddenly sober. "What do you mean, blind?"
After a heavy silence, she merely shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing." She gave a sigh, and disappeared back into the hallway. She came back out, tossing Jeff a blanket and a pillow. "Here. Sleep on the couch. You can go home in the morning." She turned around. "Good night."
Jeff grabbed the pillow and blanket, lying down on the couch and settling himself in. He stared up at the ceiling as he listened to Lita tread down the hallway, and reach her bedroom. He listened as she closed her door softly behind her, and he strained his hearing so that he could just make out the sound of her sliding into bed.
Why had she gotten so upset? Everything was going fine, until she just snapped! Did he do anything to set it off? Had he done something wrong? Said something wrong? No, no. All he could think of was that he asked her his favour about Trish... but that couldn't be it, could it? Jeff rubbed his forehead, frowning. But wait. She did say something about Trish, didn't she? Something about him talking about the 'blonde'...
Goddamn. His head hurt. And he wasn't too sure if it was all because of the alcohol.
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: It's always, and I do mean always, welcome. ^_^
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Dinner and the movie had been wonderful. Just the two of them, together, enjoying themselves. No worries, no hassles, and best of all... no Trish.
Lita felt the ball of nervousness in her stomach wash away with each passing moment as there was no mention of Trish Stratus at all. Jeff never even mentioned her name, making Lita feel all the more comfortable and at ease. She had nothing against the blonde diva, really. Just hearing Jeff talk about her all the time, and how much he wanted to be with her, made Lita highly uncomfortable.
Lita's comfort level was completely disrupted as they drove back towards her place after dinner and the movie. "So, are you going to teach me the Tango once we get back to your house?"
She grimaced slightly at his words, watching as Jeff kept his eyes on the road. No way in the world she'd be able to teach him how to Tango. Not without going insane first, anyway.
"Uh, Jeff.. we've only just started. I think you need to learn alot more before we can move onto more complex steps like the Tango." She quickly added, "Not that you aren't doing well, because you are. You're picking up everything really quickly. But the Tango is so difficult to learn..."
Jeff sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It is pretty complicated, isn't it?" He was silent for a moment, before speaking once more, turning the wheel as he spoke. "I should probably concentrate on perfecting my Waltz."
Lita let out a breath of relief. "That's probably the best way to go."
The drive passed quickly, and it wasn't long until they had arrived at Lita's house. As Lita fumbled for her keys in her bag, Jeff held the screen door open for her.
"So, what do you want to do for the rest of the night?"
Finding her keys, Lita replied. "Whatever. We could play monopoly?" Her keys jingled as she out them into the lock, turning it to open the door.
The two friends entered the house, shutting the front door behind them. Lita walked over to her table stand, immediately checking her answering machine. Noticing the little beeping red light, she looked at Jeff from over her shoulder. "Looks like someone loves me."
He smiled as he sat back onto her couch, watching her as she pressed the play button on the answering machine.
"Hey Li. It's Chris. I'm just calling to see how you are... Edge told me about what you're doing. Your poor thing. I honestly don't know why you put yourself through all that crap when you've got me! Call me back soon sweetie."
Lita froze, her back still to Jeff. Goddamn, she was caught out. No, wait. She could lie to him. Pretend Chris was talking about something else, and not about her putting herself through hell with Jeff, still lingering for him, when she knew he didn't feel the same way towards her. Yes, that's what she'd do. She'd lie.
She turned back to face Jeff. He sat, his head crooked slightly, a confused yet concerned frown playing on his face. "What was that all about? What crap are you putting yourself through?"
Unable to think of anything plausible, Lita stuttered. "Uh, nothing." She walked into her kitchen quickly, hoping to avoid the subject. Instead, Jeff simply got up from the couch and followed her into the room.
"If you're in some kind of trouble..." He paused, shaking his head. "Why haven't you told me anything? Jericho obviously knows.. and he said that he found out from Edge? Why haven't you told me?"
The redheaded diva closed the fridge door, and faced her best friend. "Jeff, I'm not in any kind of trouble, okay? There is nothing to tell. I swear to you, if I had something worth telling, you'd be the first to hear about it, okay?"
Seemingly satisfied with this answer, Jeff shrugged. Lita sighed, and opened the fridge door once more. "Did you want a beer?"
"Yeah, please."
She handed him his beer bottle, and they walked back out into the lounge room. Sitting comfortably on the couch, Lita reached out to the television remote, and pressed the green button. The screen in front of them came to life with images and sounds. Some request music video show was on, and Jeff must've known the song playing at the time, because he began to sing along immediately. Lita didn't know the tune herself, but hey. Her and Jeff had the same tastes in music, among many other things. Listening to him sing along to the song, her mind began to wander.
This was what she liked. Sitting beside him, the sides of their arms touching, but just barely. Sipping on some beer, watching some television... together. Just the two of them. She looked over at him through the corner of her eye, and smiled despite her hardest try to keep a straight face.
"What?"
Damn, he must've caught her. That boy was quick, she had to give him that. How he could be so perceptive and notice when she was looking at him, yet not be perceptive enough to realise WHY she was looking at him never failed to amaze the redhead.
"Nothing. I was just, um, trying to decide what we're going to do for the rest of the night."
"Oh." He paused. "Didn't you mention monopoly before?"
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"I think... I win."
Lita threw the dice down roughly, frowning at the board game in front of her. "You..." She paused, having to think about her next words carefully. "...always win, Jeff!"
Jeff chuckled from his position on the floor, across from his best friend. Well, it started as a chuckle. Then it ended up in an all-out roar of laughter. He looked around at the lounge room as his laughing slowly stopped, him wiping his eyes from the tears. Empty beer bottles littered the floor - at least 12 of them - and two shot glasses stood next to a half empty bottle of bourbon. And to think it had all started with just a bottle of beer each...
Lita knew she was drunk. She knew it. She felt all the usual symptoms. The light headedness. The rumbly feeling in her stomach. The willingness to spill all her deep, dark secrets. The uncontrollable urge to just get up and kiss Jeff.. Oh, and the fact that she could hardly talk or walk. Yep. She was drunk alright.
"Can I have another beer?" Jeff asked, trying desperately to rise from his position on the floor, but tripping over his feet. After a few tries of trying to stand, he kept himself planted firmly on the carpeted floor.
"I think you've had quite enough to drink tonight, my dear Jeffrey."
Jeff grabbed the nearly empty bottle of bourbon that stood next to him. "Look at this!" He slurred, waving the bottle around wildly. "It's not empty! So OBVIOUSLY, I haven't had enough!"
Lita pointed her finger at the Hardy brother, clucking her tongue. "Well, finish that first. Then, maybe, you can have another beer."
The redheaded diva looked on in shock as Jeff nodded at her words, and downed the remaining contents of the bottle quickly, throwing the liquid down his throat. Putting the bottle down on the carpet, he looked at Lita, his eyes hazy. "Now can I have another beer?"
Raising her eyebrow at him, Lita carefully stood up. Stumbling to the kitchen, she pulled another two beers from the fridge. Her movement was slow and clumsy, and her head was starting to hurt. Maybe she wouldn't have anymore to drink... she placed one bottle back into the fridge, and headed out to give Jeff his bottle.
"I don't think you should have anymore." She handed him his bottle. "Really, I don't."
Jeff stretched out his arms, beer bottle in one hand. "Look at me, Li. Do I look drunk to you?"
Lita studied him carefully for a moment, then nodded enthusiastically. "Yep. You do."
"Well, I don't feel drunk." Jeff gestured, waving his free hand in the air to prove his point. Jeff then paused, swaying slightly as he sat. He crawled over to the redhead, taking gulps from his beer as he did so. "Lita." He purred, slinging his arm around her. "My dear Lita. My BEST friend in the whole wide world."
She grinned drunkenly, sliding her arm across his waist as he pressed himself close to her. "You're my best friend too, Jeff."
"You know I love you, right?" Jeff proclaimed, his face right next to hers. She could feel his hot, moist breath on her cheek. She bit her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I love you too."
Her heart began to beat faster, her pulse began to race. Mouth dry, breaths quickening. Sweaty palms, rolling stomach. Lita suddenly became aware that Jeff's hand was resting on her thigh. These feelings weren't because she was drunk. These feelings weren't an effect of the alcohol. This was all real. This was all because of the way she felt about Jeff. Was he feeling these things as well?
"Good." He smiled widely. "Good. Because I have a favour to ask you."
"Anything Jeff, anything."
Taking a swig from his beer bottle, Jeff continued. "Can you talk to Trish for me? You know, find out of she's seeing anybody? Find out why she won't go out with me? Put in a good word for me, or something?"
Lita felt her heart plummet quickly into her stomach. She threw Jeff's arm off her shoulder, and stood up quickly, balancing herself well. "Goddamn!" She frowned at the man, who still sat on the living room floor, looking up at her in drunk confusion. "I can't believe you! Can't you go one night, just ONE night, without thinking about that blonde?" She shook her head angrily, and stormed off into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Jeff stood from the floor, sitting up on the couch. He stared into the hallway that Lita had walked into, confusion and hurt playing on his face. Why had she yelled at him like that? What had he done wrong? He was just asking her for a favour? If she didn't want to do it, she could've said no, right?
Lost in his own thoughts, Jeff didn't notice that Lita had re-appeared, standing at the hallway entrance. "You're blind, Jeff. Do you know that?" She wiped away a single tear that fell onto her cheek, sniffing softly as she did so. "You are so blind..."
Throwing his head up to look at her, Jeff spoke, suddenly sober. "What do you mean, blind?"
After a heavy silence, she merely shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing." She gave a sigh, and disappeared back into the hallway. She came back out, tossing Jeff a blanket and a pillow. "Here. Sleep on the couch. You can go home in the morning." She turned around. "Good night."
Jeff grabbed the pillow and blanket, lying down on the couch and settling himself in. He stared up at the ceiling as he listened to Lita tread down the hallway, and reach her bedroom. He listened as she closed her door softly behind her, and he strained his hearing so that he could just make out the sound of her sliding into bed.
Why had she gotten so upset? Everything was going fine, until she just snapped! Did he do anything to set it off? Had he done something wrong? Said something wrong? No, no. All he could think of was that he asked her his favour about Trish... but that couldn't be it, could it? Jeff rubbed his forehead, frowning. But wait. She did say something about Trish, didn't she? Something about him talking about the 'blonde'...
Goddamn. His head hurt. And he wasn't too sure if it was all because of the alcohol.