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: Love it. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, what you want to see more of.. tell me anything!! Just tell me! ^_^ Please?
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Jeff opened his eyes slowly, adjusting them to the bright sunlight that fell into the room. He lifted a hand up to his forehead, rubbing it carefully. Damn, he was hurting. His head was throbbing, and it felt like it was going to explode.
Then came the nausea.
Jeff felt horrible, lying back on the couch. Trying not to move, he looked around at where he was. Lita's house. Lita's house? What the hell was he doing at Lita's house? He turned his head slightly, trying to ignore the pain that shot through his head, and his eyes fell onto the empty beer bottles that littered the floor.
Oh. Now he remembered.
Images from the night before came flooding into his head. Dinner, the movie, he remembered those fine. After they got home, there was a game of monopoly, he remembered that vividly. And after that, things just got blurry.
Still trying to focus himself to recall more about the previous night, Jeff heard Lita's voice nearby. Looking over at the other side of the room, he saw the redhead standing by the window, the cordless phone in her hands.
Jeff watched as she looked out the window, the bright morning sun streaming onto her face. How could she look so beautiful after that night, when Jeff felt like such crap? Did she have as much to drink as him? He wasn't quite sure, but either way, she looked gorgeous. Her flaming red hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, a few stray strands lying on her face. She was wearing a plain, white tee-shirt that fitted her curves wonderfully, and some baggy black pants that sat on her hips.
With the sunlight on her, giving her a glowing appearance, Jeff suddenly realised how heavenly Lita was. He'd been best friends with this woman for years, and he certainly wasn't blind. He knew that she was a stunner - she had half the guys on the roster chasing after her to prove that. But it had never really hit him before just how gorgeous she was.
Looking her up and down, it was then that Jeff noticed the look on Lita's face. She was staring out the window, her eyes glassy and dull. She wasn't smiling.. actually it looked like she had a frown on her face.
Paying more attention now, Jeff listened to what she was saying to whoever was on the phone. From the expression on her face, Jeff began to feel sick. Maybe something was wrong? Maybe someone was hurt? He focused on her words, and listened intently.
"I know, I know. But I just can't help it."
She paused, running her free hand through her long ponytail, and nodding her head.
"Have you ever tried to control your feelings? To stop feeling the way you do? It doesn't matter if you know it's wrong or hopeless. You can't just stop, Chris."
Chris? Jeff frowned. She was talking to Jericho? He vaguely remembered that Chris had left Lita a message earlier that night. She must've been calling him back... Jeff kept listening, still laying on the couch. Maybe they would talk about that 'crap' Lita was going through that Chris had mentioned in the message..
Lita's voice went harsh. "Don't say that! God, just because you don't understand --"
A pause again. Obviously Jericho had interrupted her.
" -- no, no! You listen to me. I'm thankful that you guys care about me and worry about me, okay? I really am. But please don't lecture me on the way I feel! I can't just stop -- Stop saying that! I can't -- Oh, Chris."
Jeff watched in shock as Lita began to cry. First it was only a few tears that trickled down her cheeks, but soon it had turned into her sobbing hard and fast, unable to continue talking.
"No.. I have to go. Stop saying that, please, Chris. I can't listen to this right now. Jeff's lying here on the couch asleep, and he could wake up any minute." She paused, trying to control her sobs. "I've gotta go."
Lita hung up the phone quickly, putting it down hard on the table stand beside her. She was shaking, cupping her hands to her mouth to try and muffle the sound of her sobbing. Still staring out the window, she cried. She didn't stop. And she kept shaking. Her whole body was quivering...
Jeff couldn't stand watching anymore. Slowly he sat up and swung his legs over to the floor, groaning softly at the wave of nausea that swept through his body. He stood up carefully, holding his stomach.
Lita looked over at him, eyes wide. She wiped away her tears quickly, sniffling as she did so. "Jeff. You're awake." She walked over towards him, her arms folded across her chest tightly. "How are you feeling?"
"Never mind how I'm feeling." Jeff said quietly, reaching over and wiping at a lone tear that made it's way down her face. "What's wrong sweetie?"
The redhead turned away, looking down at the floor. "Nothing."
"If there's nothing wrong, then why are you crying?"
Lita let out a deep breath. "I'm just.. not feeling too well, that's all."
Jeff sighed harshly. "That's not all, Li." He shook his head. "What are you hiding from me?"
Lita looked back up at the man standing in front of her, a slight frown playing on her face. What?" She stepped closer towards Jeff. "I'm not hiding anything from yo--"
"Don't." He paused. "Please, don't lie to me. If there's something you don't want to tell me, fine. But please, just don't lie to me."
Lita stared at Jeff, blinking slowly as the tears appeared in her eyes once again. She tried to speak, tried to reply to him, but found no words would come out of her mouth. She simply couldn't think of anything to say to him.
"Look, I know something's going on." Jeff said forcefully, his head still throbbing from the after effects of all the alcohol he had. "I heard that message Jericho left you last night. And I heard that phonecall you just had with him two minutes ago."
At that comment, Lita opened her mouth to speak, but Jeff simply kept talking.
"And now, after hearing you talk to Chris about whatever's going on, I see you crying. Obviously, Lita, this is something big. Something that affects you. And for some reason which I can't even imagine, you don't want to tell me anything about it."
"Jeff, I want to tell you. I really do.. but I can't."
"You can't?" Jeff asked incredulously, frowning fiercely. "You can't tell me? I'm your best friend!!" Jeff walked over and grabbed his keys from the coffee table. "At least I thought I was."
"Where are you going?" Lita asked desperately, watching the Hardy make his way towards the front door.
Jeff paused at the door, turning back to face Lita. He looked at the woman standing before him. Her hazel eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him. His heart broke seeing her so upset. But he couldn't stick around and be lied to.
"I don't know."
Jeff opened the front door, and left Lita behind. As he climbed into his car, turning on the engine, he thought about where exactly he was going. He didn't want to go back home - there was nothing to do there but sit by himself and mope. He didn't want to go out anywhere - he just wasn't in the mood to be out in public.
Driving along the road, it hit Jeff where he could go. To see someone who could give him some answers. Someone who wouldn't lie to him about what was going on.
Chris Jericho.
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: Love it. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, what you want to see more of.. tell me anything!! Just tell me! ^_^ Please?
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Jeff opened his eyes slowly, adjusting them to the bright sunlight that fell into the room. He lifted a hand up to his forehead, rubbing it carefully. Damn, he was hurting. His head was throbbing, and it felt like it was going to explode.
Then came the nausea.
Jeff felt horrible, lying back on the couch. Trying not to move, he looked around at where he was. Lita's house. Lita's house? What the hell was he doing at Lita's house? He turned his head slightly, trying to ignore the pain that shot through his head, and his eyes fell onto the empty beer bottles that littered the floor.
Oh. Now he remembered.
Images from the night before came flooding into his head. Dinner, the movie, he remembered those fine. After they got home, there was a game of monopoly, he remembered that vividly. And after that, things just got blurry.
Still trying to focus himself to recall more about the previous night, Jeff heard Lita's voice nearby. Looking over at the other side of the room, he saw the redhead standing by the window, the cordless phone in her hands.
Jeff watched as she looked out the window, the bright morning sun streaming onto her face. How could she look so beautiful after that night, when Jeff felt like such crap? Did she have as much to drink as him? He wasn't quite sure, but either way, she looked gorgeous. Her flaming red hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, a few stray strands lying on her face. She was wearing a plain, white tee-shirt that fitted her curves wonderfully, and some baggy black pants that sat on her hips.
With the sunlight on her, giving her a glowing appearance, Jeff suddenly realised how heavenly Lita was. He'd been best friends with this woman for years, and he certainly wasn't blind. He knew that she was a stunner - she had half the guys on the roster chasing after her to prove that. But it had never really hit him before just how gorgeous she was.
Looking her up and down, it was then that Jeff noticed the look on Lita's face. She was staring out the window, her eyes glassy and dull. She wasn't smiling.. actually it looked like she had a frown on her face.
Paying more attention now, Jeff listened to what she was saying to whoever was on the phone. From the expression on her face, Jeff began to feel sick. Maybe something was wrong? Maybe someone was hurt? He focused on her words, and listened intently.
"I know, I know. But I just can't help it."
She paused, running her free hand through her long ponytail, and nodding her head.
"Have you ever tried to control your feelings? To stop feeling the way you do? It doesn't matter if you know it's wrong or hopeless. You can't just stop, Chris."
Chris? Jeff frowned. She was talking to Jericho? He vaguely remembered that Chris had left Lita a message earlier that night. She must've been calling him back... Jeff kept listening, still laying on the couch. Maybe they would talk about that 'crap' Lita was going through that Chris had mentioned in the message..
Lita's voice went harsh. "Don't say that! God, just because you don't understand --"
A pause again. Obviously Jericho had interrupted her.
" -- no, no! You listen to me. I'm thankful that you guys care about me and worry about me, okay? I really am. But please don't lecture me on the way I feel! I can't just stop -- Stop saying that! I can't -- Oh, Chris."
Jeff watched in shock as Lita began to cry. First it was only a few tears that trickled down her cheeks, but soon it had turned into her sobbing hard and fast, unable to continue talking.
"No.. I have to go. Stop saying that, please, Chris. I can't listen to this right now. Jeff's lying here on the couch asleep, and he could wake up any minute." She paused, trying to control her sobs. "I've gotta go."
Lita hung up the phone quickly, putting it down hard on the table stand beside her. She was shaking, cupping her hands to her mouth to try and muffle the sound of her sobbing. Still staring out the window, she cried. She didn't stop. And she kept shaking. Her whole body was quivering...
Jeff couldn't stand watching anymore. Slowly he sat up and swung his legs over to the floor, groaning softly at the wave of nausea that swept through his body. He stood up carefully, holding his stomach.
Lita looked over at him, eyes wide. She wiped away her tears quickly, sniffling as she did so. "Jeff. You're awake." She walked over towards him, her arms folded across her chest tightly. "How are you feeling?"
"Never mind how I'm feeling." Jeff said quietly, reaching over and wiping at a lone tear that made it's way down her face. "What's wrong sweetie?"
The redhead turned away, looking down at the floor. "Nothing."
"If there's nothing wrong, then why are you crying?"
Lita let out a deep breath. "I'm just.. not feeling too well, that's all."
Jeff sighed harshly. "That's not all, Li." He shook his head. "What are you hiding from me?"
Lita looked back up at the man standing in front of her, a slight frown playing on her face. What?" She stepped closer towards Jeff. "I'm not hiding anything from yo--"
"Don't." He paused. "Please, don't lie to me. If there's something you don't want to tell me, fine. But please, just don't lie to me."
Lita stared at Jeff, blinking slowly as the tears appeared in her eyes once again. She tried to speak, tried to reply to him, but found no words would come out of her mouth. She simply couldn't think of anything to say to him.
"Look, I know something's going on." Jeff said forcefully, his head still throbbing from the after effects of all the alcohol he had. "I heard that message Jericho left you last night. And I heard that phonecall you just had with him two minutes ago."
At that comment, Lita opened her mouth to speak, but Jeff simply kept talking.
"And now, after hearing you talk to Chris about whatever's going on, I see you crying. Obviously, Lita, this is something big. Something that affects you. And for some reason which I can't even imagine, you don't want to tell me anything about it."
"Jeff, I want to tell you. I really do.. but I can't."
"You can't?" Jeff asked incredulously, frowning fiercely. "You can't tell me? I'm your best friend!!" Jeff walked over and grabbed his keys from the coffee table. "At least I thought I was."
"Where are you going?" Lita asked desperately, watching the Hardy make his way towards the front door.
Jeff paused at the door, turning back to face Lita. He looked at the woman standing before him. Her hazel eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him. His heart broke seeing her so upset. But he couldn't stick around and be lied to.
"I don't know."
Jeff opened the front door, and left Lita behind. As he climbed into his car, turning on the engine, he thought about where exactly he was going. He didn't want to go back home - there was nothing to do there but sit by himself and mope. He didn't want to go out anywhere - he just wasn't in the mood to be out in public.
Driving along the road, it hit Jeff where he could go. To see someone who could give him some answers. Someone who wouldn't lie to him about what was going on.
Chris Jericho.