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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How he loved his days off.
Yes, wrestling was his passion, there was no denying that. He lived, breathed, walked, talked and ate wrestling - usually all at once. If he didn't have wrestling in his life, he wouldn't know what to do. But sometimes, every now and then, it was just nice to get away from it, and take some time to relax. This was one of those times.
Chris Jericho stretched out on his couch, sitting in front of his wide screen television. His legs were resting on top of his wooden coffee table, his arms folded behind his head. The blonde canadian smiled lazily as he watched a hockey game on the screen in front of him. Ah, hockey. It would have to be the second best sport in the world - after wrestling, of course. Chris sighed contently as he watched the action on the screen. He didn't have much else planned for today besides vegging out in front of the television, eating whatever he wanted and watching whatever he wanted.
As he got up from the couch to grab some food from the kitchen, Chris heard a car door slam in his front yard. He paused, and listened. Sure enough, he could hear heavy footsteps on his front path, growing closer towards his front door. He frowned slightly as he thought to himself. It was strange, because he certainly wasn't expecting any visitors. If anyone came to see him on his days off, they usually rang first to let him know.
The door bell rang, and Chris called out from the kitchen. "I'm coming!" He quickly opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer, then made his way to the front door. A loud pounding on the door followed, and Jericho frowned deeper, quickening his pace slightly. "I said I'm coming!" Arriving at the doorway, he pulled the door open, and the frown melted off his face. "Oh, hey Jeff. What's up?"
Jeff Hardy stood at Chris Jericho's doorway, his eyes narrowed and his brow deeply furrowed. He said nothing, merely stared at the man in front of him. Suddenly, Jeff lunged forward and grabbed Jericho by the collar of his shirt, jerking the blonde off his feet. The beer bottle Chris had been holding fell to the floor and smashed with a loud crash, sending beer flooding over the floor and glass shards flying across the room. "Jesus, Jeff!! What's your problem?"
Scowling heavily with his nostrils flaring, Jeff let out something that almost sounded like a growl. "What's going on with Lita?"
Their faces only inches apart, Jericho shook his head, glancing down at the beer that was spilt all over his floor. Annoyance quickly slid onto his features, as he pushed Jeff's grip away. "What? What are you talking about?" Chris knelt to the floor, carefully picking up the pieces of glass that littered the floor. "Goddamn, I hadn't even taken a sip out of that beer yet!"
As Jericho stood back up, Jeff shoved him roughly back into the living room, the menacing look still gracing his face. "Don't play dumb with me, Jericho." He pushed Chris again, stepping forward each time. "I know that you know that Lita's going through something. And I know that you know what it is. Now I want to know. And you're going to tell me."
The look of annoyance on Chris' face quickly turned to one of anger, and he shoved the Hardy brother back, both of the men stepping in the spilt beer. "I don't know what your problem is Jeff, but I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know anything about Lita or anything she's going th --"
Jericho's sentence was cut off as Jeff pulled back, and threw his fist at him, hitting Chris in the jaw. The canadian fell to the floor instantly, and raised a hand to his jaw, touching it lightly. Grimacing in pain, he looked up at Jeff slowly, who was standing over him.
Jeff spoke slowly, articulating his words clearly, almost as if he were speaking to a small child that didn't quite understand him. "Chris, I know that you know. I heard your message on Lita's answering machine. I heard you talking to her on the phone this morning." He paused, stepping out of the beer that was on the floor. "I know that something is going on with Lita. She was crying this morning. And I know that you know what that something is."
Getting back to his feet slowly, Jericho glared at the younger man. "If you want to know so badly, why don't you just ASK her?"
The anger slipped off Jeff's face, instantly being replaced by a melancholic look. "She, uh, she won't tell me."
"Oh, that's hilarious." Jericho smirked at Jeff, walking into the kitchen to grab some cloths to clean up the beer. "She won't tell you? But you've decided that even though it's probably none of your business, and Lita obviously doesn't want you to know, you'd come here and beat the answer out of me?"
Chris walked back into the living room with two cloths, and handed one to Jeff. The two men bent down, and began to soak up the liquid that drenched the floor. Jeff kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke quietly. "Um, I didn't actually plan on beating you up."
Jericho looked up at his friend, and smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Sure you didn't Jeff."
"I'm sorry about the beer." Jeff continued mopping up the fallen liquid. "I was just.. I'm so frustrated. I don't get why Lita won't tell me what's going on?"
"Maybe she just doesn't want you to know." Jericho said simply, standing up and taking back Jeff's cloth, and putting them back in the kitchen sink.
Having Jeff appear like that startled him. And yeah, his jaw hurt from that punch as well. But Jericho was torn. He didn't know whether to tell Jeff what was going on, or keep quietly. Obviously, Lita didn't want Jeff to know about the way she felt. But maybe this was what Jeff needed? He was so clueless to the way that girl felt about him - maybe he needed someone to tell him, someone to show him straight out. Maybe this was what he needed to finally realise that Lita is the one for him, not Trish Stratus...
"But why wouldn't she want me to know?" Jeff ran a hand through his hair, falling back onto Chris' couch. "I'm her best friend, Chris! What is going on that she can't tell me about? Is she afraid I wouldn't understand? Or that I'd judge her? She has to know that I'd never do anything like that --"
Entering the living room once more, and joining Jeff on the couch, Chris scratched his head casually. "No, I wouldn't say that's the problem..."
Jeff's gaze flew back to the blonde canadian, his eyes blazing intensely. "Please, Chris. Please - you gotta tell me what's going on."
Jericho continued to look at the younger Hardy brother for a while, debating in his mind whether he should tell him or not. He frowned slightly, unsure if his decision was the right one of not. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed the remote, turning the television that was sitting in front of them off.
"Jeff..." He started, and then let out a deep sigh. "You are just so goddamn clueless."
"What do you mean?"
Chris shook his head, and continued. "I mean that you can't see something that is so incredibly obvious and is right in front of your face. Everyone else sees it. But you? You of all people, are just completely oblivious to it. You're blind."
Jeff's eyes narrowed at Jericho's words, and his mind was brought back to something Lita had said to him the night that he stayed at her place. 'You're blind, Jeff. Do you know that? You are so blind...' What was he blind to?
"You walk around the place, going on about how much you adore little Miss Trash Stratus, but you don't get it." Jericho braced himself, knowing that what he was about to say wouldn't be easy for Jeff to hear. "Trish isn't interested in you, Jeff. She never has been, and she never will be. And trust me - that's a good thing." Jeff began to argue, but Chris silenced him. "She is gorgeous, I'll admit that. Any man that doesn't find Trish sexy is either crazy or gay. But she's not the one for you."
Jeff shook his head, understanding what Chris was getting at. "So I've been blind to Trish's true feelings to me? I guess I've been believing that she felt something for me.. believing that I had a chance. And I've been blind. But what does that have to do with Lita?"
"No, Jeff, that's not what you've been blind to." Jericho paused, then corrected himself. "Well, you have been blind to that, but it's not what you've REALLY been blind to..." Frustrated, Jericho threw his hands up in the air. "Just listen to me, Jeff. Lita is in love with you. And you've been too blind to see it."
"What?" Jeff looked at Chris, and then began laughing. "No. No way. I think you're getting a little confused there, Jericho. Lita isn't in love with me! I mean, me? No. No." Jeff shook his head, and kept repeating himself, as if trying to convince Jericho. "No."
Jericho kept quiet, not bothering to argue the fact with Jeff. Instead, he sat silent, watching Jeff as he argued with himself.
"Lita thinks of me as her brother. Me and Matt.. we're practically her brothers! Isn't that what everyone says? That's the way she looks at us?"
Here, Chris spoke up. "Has Lita ever actually said that?"
"What?"
"So 'everyone' says that Lita sees you as a brother. What do they know? Has Lita herself ever told you that she sees you as a brother?"
Jeff shook his head. "No, she hasn't."
"Well, duh." Jericho said simply. "That's because she doesn't."
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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How he loved his days off.
Yes, wrestling was his passion, there was no denying that. He lived, breathed, walked, talked and ate wrestling - usually all at once. If he didn't have wrestling in his life, he wouldn't know what to do. But sometimes, every now and then, it was just nice to get away from it, and take some time to relax. This was one of those times.
Chris Jericho stretched out on his couch, sitting in front of his wide screen television. His legs were resting on top of his wooden coffee table, his arms folded behind his head. The blonde canadian smiled lazily as he watched a hockey game on the screen in front of him. Ah, hockey. It would have to be the second best sport in the world - after wrestling, of course. Chris sighed contently as he watched the action on the screen. He didn't have much else planned for today besides vegging out in front of the television, eating whatever he wanted and watching whatever he wanted.
As he got up from the couch to grab some food from the kitchen, Chris heard a car door slam in his front yard. He paused, and listened. Sure enough, he could hear heavy footsteps on his front path, growing closer towards his front door. He frowned slightly as he thought to himself. It was strange, because he certainly wasn't expecting any visitors. If anyone came to see him on his days off, they usually rang first to let him know.
The door bell rang, and Chris called out from the kitchen. "I'm coming!" He quickly opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer, then made his way to the front door. A loud pounding on the door followed, and Jericho frowned deeper, quickening his pace slightly. "I said I'm coming!" Arriving at the doorway, he pulled the door open, and the frown melted off his face. "Oh, hey Jeff. What's up?"
Jeff Hardy stood at Chris Jericho's doorway, his eyes narrowed and his brow deeply furrowed. He said nothing, merely stared at the man in front of him. Suddenly, Jeff lunged forward and grabbed Jericho by the collar of his shirt, jerking the blonde off his feet. The beer bottle Chris had been holding fell to the floor and smashed with a loud crash, sending beer flooding over the floor and glass shards flying across the room. "Jesus, Jeff!! What's your problem?"
Scowling heavily with his nostrils flaring, Jeff let out something that almost sounded like a growl. "What's going on with Lita?"
Their faces only inches apart, Jericho shook his head, glancing down at the beer that was spilt all over his floor. Annoyance quickly slid onto his features, as he pushed Jeff's grip away. "What? What are you talking about?" Chris knelt to the floor, carefully picking up the pieces of glass that littered the floor. "Goddamn, I hadn't even taken a sip out of that beer yet!"
As Jericho stood back up, Jeff shoved him roughly back into the living room, the menacing look still gracing his face. "Don't play dumb with me, Jericho." He pushed Chris again, stepping forward each time. "I know that you know that Lita's going through something. And I know that you know what it is. Now I want to know. And you're going to tell me."
The look of annoyance on Chris' face quickly turned to one of anger, and he shoved the Hardy brother back, both of the men stepping in the spilt beer. "I don't know what your problem is Jeff, but I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know anything about Lita or anything she's going th --"
Jericho's sentence was cut off as Jeff pulled back, and threw his fist at him, hitting Chris in the jaw. The canadian fell to the floor instantly, and raised a hand to his jaw, touching it lightly. Grimacing in pain, he looked up at Jeff slowly, who was standing over him.
Jeff spoke slowly, articulating his words clearly, almost as if he were speaking to a small child that didn't quite understand him. "Chris, I know that you know. I heard your message on Lita's answering machine. I heard you talking to her on the phone this morning." He paused, stepping out of the beer that was on the floor. "I know that something is going on with Lita. She was crying this morning. And I know that you know what that something is."
Getting back to his feet slowly, Jericho glared at the younger man. "If you want to know so badly, why don't you just ASK her?"
The anger slipped off Jeff's face, instantly being replaced by a melancholic look. "She, uh, she won't tell me."
"Oh, that's hilarious." Jericho smirked at Jeff, walking into the kitchen to grab some cloths to clean up the beer. "She won't tell you? But you've decided that even though it's probably none of your business, and Lita obviously doesn't want you to know, you'd come here and beat the answer out of me?"
Chris walked back into the living room with two cloths, and handed one to Jeff. The two men bent down, and began to soak up the liquid that drenched the floor. Jeff kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke quietly. "Um, I didn't actually plan on beating you up."
Jericho looked up at his friend, and smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Sure you didn't Jeff."
"I'm sorry about the beer." Jeff continued mopping up the fallen liquid. "I was just.. I'm so frustrated. I don't get why Lita won't tell me what's going on?"
"Maybe she just doesn't want you to know." Jericho said simply, standing up and taking back Jeff's cloth, and putting them back in the kitchen sink.
Having Jeff appear like that startled him. And yeah, his jaw hurt from that punch as well. But Jericho was torn. He didn't know whether to tell Jeff what was going on, or keep quietly. Obviously, Lita didn't want Jeff to know about the way she felt. But maybe this was what Jeff needed? He was so clueless to the way that girl felt about him - maybe he needed someone to tell him, someone to show him straight out. Maybe this was what he needed to finally realise that Lita is the one for him, not Trish Stratus...
"But why wouldn't she want me to know?" Jeff ran a hand through his hair, falling back onto Chris' couch. "I'm her best friend, Chris! What is going on that she can't tell me about? Is she afraid I wouldn't understand? Or that I'd judge her? She has to know that I'd never do anything like that --"
Entering the living room once more, and joining Jeff on the couch, Chris scratched his head casually. "No, I wouldn't say that's the problem..."
Jeff's gaze flew back to the blonde canadian, his eyes blazing intensely. "Please, Chris. Please - you gotta tell me what's going on."
Jericho continued to look at the younger Hardy brother for a while, debating in his mind whether he should tell him or not. He frowned slightly, unsure if his decision was the right one of not. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed the remote, turning the television that was sitting in front of them off.
"Jeff..." He started, and then let out a deep sigh. "You are just so goddamn clueless."
"What do you mean?"
Chris shook his head, and continued. "I mean that you can't see something that is so incredibly obvious and is right in front of your face. Everyone else sees it. But you? You of all people, are just completely oblivious to it. You're blind."
Jeff's eyes narrowed at Jericho's words, and his mind was brought back to something Lita had said to him the night that he stayed at her place. 'You're blind, Jeff. Do you know that? You are so blind...' What was he blind to?
"You walk around the place, going on about how much you adore little Miss Trash Stratus, but you don't get it." Jericho braced himself, knowing that what he was about to say wouldn't be easy for Jeff to hear. "Trish isn't interested in you, Jeff. She never has been, and she never will be. And trust me - that's a good thing." Jeff began to argue, but Chris silenced him. "She is gorgeous, I'll admit that. Any man that doesn't find Trish sexy is either crazy or gay. But she's not the one for you."
Jeff shook his head, understanding what Chris was getting at. "So I've been blind to Trish's true feelings to me? I guess I've been believing that she felt something for me.. believing that I had a chance. And I've been blind. But what does that have to do with Lita?"
"No, Jeff, that's not what you've been blind to." Jericho paused, then corrected himself. "Well, you have been blind to that, but it's not what you've REALLY been blind to..." Frustrated, Jericho threw his hands up in the air. "Just listen to me, Jeff. Lita is in love with you. And you've been too blind to see it."
"What?" Jeff looked at Chris, and then began laughing. "No. No way. I think you're getting a little confused there, Jericho. Lita isn't in love with me! I mean, me? No. No." Jeff shook his head, and kept repeating himself, as if trying to convince Jericho. "No."
Jericho kept quiet, not bothering to argue the fact with Jeff. Instead, he sat silent, watching Jeff as he argued with himself.
"Lita thinks of me as her brother. Me and Matt.. we're practically her brothers! Isn't that what everyone says? That's the way she looks at us?"
Here, Chris spoke up. "Has Lita ever actually said that?"
"What?"
"So 'everyone' says that Lita sees you as a brother. What do they know? Has Lita herself ever told you that she sees you as a brother?"
Jeff shook his head. "No, she hasn't."
"Well, duh." Jericho said simply. "That's because she doesn't."