Once again, I'm going to start with replies to reviews:

DCFanatic4life: It was important to me to come up with a somewhat-original storyline... it's too easy just to redo what someone has already done, ya know? Thank you for your reviews and I'm hoping to keep the story updated quickly.

StephanieIrvine04: I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I was honestly surprised by all the positive reviews I have gotten, because this is only my first story, so thank you for your thoughts.

Y2julia: The reason I chose special K was because, I too had it for breakfast that morning, and it did taste like old person cereal... I figured it would be cool to work some friendly-relationship fun into the story that way. So here's the next chapter... this one took a little longer to update though, so I'm sorry about that.

Y2J Chris Jericho: She is going to be traveling with him to shows. I'm sorry I didn't make that clear. She will be at home when he is though. I'll elaborate a little more in this chapter. Thank you for all your compliments, and I'll try to keep the updates coming.

Sorry this one took a little longer, but school is always hard the first few weeks! It's been a bummer, so I lost all motivation for a few weeks. I am SO sorry though, and I hope some of you guys are still interested in reading the rest of my story!

He was the first one to pull away, reluctantly.

"If we stay here much longer, the milk may spoil right there in the cart. Do you need anything else?"

"Yeah, actually. I have nothing to make for dinner tonight. I'll go grab some Ramen Noodles, and I'll meet you at the checkout counter, okay?" She was going to turn away, but there was something about the way he was looking at her that made her feet feel cemented to the floor.

He was going to say something, but he just couldn't look away from her for the life of him. She was so... distractingly beautiful. He ripped his eyes away for a moment, and when he looked back, she was still there facing him. It dawned on him that she was probably waiting on him to give her a thumbs up, or an 'okee-dokee' or something of that sort.

"No. Don't bother. I'll make dinner tonight. A sort of celebration of our business partnership."

"That's very nice of you. Are you sure?"

He waved off her doubts with his hand, silently telling her that it was no problem.

With a jokingly angry look on her face, she continued, "It seems like just yesterday that the dirty, disgusting, brutal, bottom-feeding, trash bag ho and Chris Jericho himself were celebrating the same occasion."

He laughed at that one, breaking her angry façade. They always thought their feud was hilarious. Steph was actually the one to come up with the derogatory terms that brewed 'slut' chants every time she came to the ring.

"Ahh, the good times," he added with an over-dramatic sigh.

After laughing at his antics, she took on a suddenly serious disposition.

"We could actually consider it as a celebration of our reunited friendship as well, you know."

"Yeah," he said in the same tone, then reached out to wipe a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She looked up into his eyes, and saw something there she hadn't before. Maybe he was serious about actually keeping contact with her. It hadn't really hit her until that very moment, when he had touched her, that she would be with him all the time now. She would book flights, arrange hotel stays, and get him rental cars. She had to admit that it was the line about being at RAW that got her to reconsider her rejection, but now that she thought about it, it was so much more important to her that she would get to spend time with him.

"I'll get a chance to get acquainted with your house, as well. I'll have to get used to it, I assume?"

"Definitely. We should get going, though. I'm already hungry!"

"Yeah, but you're always hungry."

"Even though you haven't talked to me for months, you assume I'm still the same old person! I find that laughable!"

"Aren't you the same person, though? I sense no different things about my C.K!"

He let out an aggravated sigh as they finally left the aisle and got in a checkout line.

"Still the same old antics. I told you not to call me C.K! I have no problem with initials as a name, but C.K. doesn't even sound cool. It makes me sound like some kind of math team dork. You've already rekindled your old possessiveness I see, referring to me as YOUR C.K. If anything, you should be MY Stephy. You work for me now."

She gave him a defiant look.

"I haven't signed any papers yet, mister. I will not be your personal bitch either. I'll be doing strictly business type tasks... well, that and if you need a friendly favor, I'd be happy to do that too."

"I think you've got yourself a deal, Ms. McMahon."

He paused, grabbing a Guitar World magazine and a pack of gum from their respective racks, and adding them to his section. He remembered something else, and grabbed something from a box full of candy. Stephanie was currently occupied by a magazine, reading the cover to see if it contained anything interesting, then throwing it in her cart.

He advanced further through the line, and then started to load Stephanie's items onto the belt for her. He thought about offering to pay, and then realized that it was Steph he was dealing with, and that she definitely didn't need his help.

They were soon on their way out to her car, and he had once again taken control of the cart. Holding on to the bar, he started running wildly, trying to gain speed, then he propped his feet up on the bottom section, riding it to her car. She giggled at him, and ran ahead of him to open the trunk. He had a little difficulty stopping, but after a minute, he regained his composure, and they were on their way back to Stephanie's house.

After unpacking her groceries, they were left with nothing to do.

"You want to go ahead and start for my house?"

"Yeah, we better hurry, it's getting kind of late to have dinner. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Whatever you think you'd need. Other than that, you're all I request."

"Okay, I'll get my keys then," she shrugged as she headed for her kitchen counter.

"Don't bother. I'll drive. How do you expect to find your way home, anyway? Surely you can't remember the way to my house from one trip."

"You sure it's no trouble to you?"

"Absolutely... lets go already. We've wasted so much time!"

He transferred his groceries from her car to his, and they were off. Chris was right; Stephanie couldn't have remembered the route in one trip. There were to many turns for even her to remember.

Once they pulled up to his house, she was baffled though. It wasn't anything like his house in Florida was. This wasn't showy at all. Sure it was a little big, slightly larger than hers, but it was a plain brick house with a dog pen in the yard and numbers tacked to the side of the door.

"This is nice, Chris. Nothing I expected, but nice."

"Thanks," he replied, walking in the direction of the door, after grabbing his few groceries.

They walked up the path to his door, but he made a slight detour towards the dog pen, so she followed. Chris opened the pen, and a short, fat beagle waddled out.

"Stephanie, this is Molson. Molson, meet Steph, " He introduced the two as if they were both human.

Steph played along, "Hello Molson, nice to meet you. You'll be seeing a lot more of me soon, so I hope we get along."

Chris laughed and gestured towards his front door. He unlocked it, and walked inside.

"You can wait in the living room, which is to your left, while I put away the food."

She nodded and walked into his living room. The parts of his house that she had seen so far were much like the outside—clean and nice, but not to overdone or showy. She walked over to the mantle after seeing a few pictures in frames. One was of him and Kurt, in catering at a show, having a milk chugging contest. She remembered that day. She was there, taking the picture. It was disgusting really, milk dripping down both of their chins. She picked great best friends though. The next one was of Chris with his parents when he was a teenager. He also had a model of his undisputed heavyweight championship belt hanging above the mantle on the wall. But it was the last picture in the row that surprised her. It was one of when they were business partners. They were at the top of the ramp, making and entrance, he with his title, and her at his side, both with arms spread towards the sky. She smiled, but wondered why he had kept this picture on display for so long.

She didn't even notice him come up behind her until he spoke.

"That's my favorite picture. A prized possession. I would save that before my title in case of a fire."

She just turned around and looked at him, then frantically started to dig through her purse for something. She finally found what she was looking for, and started leafing through a small black book. When Chris saw it, it looked like a small scrapbook of sorts, with a photo of Shane's baby flipping by, along with many other various clippings. Finally, the very last page, she held up. It was a copy of the very same picture he had on his mantle.

"I carry it with me everywhere. It's my favorite too," she smiled as she spoke.

It was then she noticed he was holding something behind his back. He saw her trying to crane her neck to see it, so he spoke.

"I have a surprise for you, before dinner. Well, two actually. This one is first."

He held out a Twix. She smiled.

"My favorite! That's very nice, but I don't want to spoil my appetite before dinner," she said sarcastically.

"Lemme guess, you want the one on my left, right?"

"Of course!"

"What a weirdo!"

He opened the package, handing her one bar and keeping the other for himself.

"You'll have to follow me for the second surprise though."

She nodded.

"Well then show me the way, boss!"

He walked back to the hallway she had entered the living room from, and made his way to stairs near the end. She followed him up, until he stopped at a door, and then quickly opened it. He stepped to the side, and gestured for her to walk on in.

So she did, and she couldn't believe what she saw. It was an office, with everything she would ever need. Desk, computer, filing cabinets, and even stuff she didn't need, but were very nice, like a CD player and couch. She walked over to the desk, and picked up the black nameplate with gold print that read 'Ms. Stephanie McMahon'. It was the very same one she had since she started with the company. As she looked around, she also noticed her framed photos, desk lamp, and paperweight she'd had for years.

"How did you get this?"

"I was visiting Shane one day, about six months ago actually, about some character aspects, and I asked him how you were doing. He said you were fine, and then mentioned that you had left a box at his house. I told him that I would be seeing you soon, which was, I know, a half-truth you could say. But I'm nosey, so I asked if I could give it to you. He gave it to me, and this is what I found inside. That's where I got the whole idea of you helping me out. I hope you're not mad I had your stuff for so long!"

"No, I'm not mad! I'm touched, really. Did you do this all yourself?"

"Yeah, actually. But there's more."

"More? This is more than enough Chris!"

"Just, listen. I know you are a workaholic, and I also know you used to fall asleep at your office all the time. So I thought of something else..." he trailed off as he walked across the room to a door she hadn't noticed yet. He opened it, and once again, ushered her inside.

"... so you've got a bed, nightstand, and entertainment center to curl up with a movie if you don't want to make the drive home some nights. There's a bathroom right through that door, and my bedroom is right across the hall if you'd need anything."

She didn't know what to say... this was all so nice of him.

"Thank you so much. This will be utilized, I promise. I do have one question though... what if I had said no?"

"Than this would be the room I came to so I could cry about losing the best friend I've ever had."

After he processed what he had said, he hoped it wasn't to mushy for her, and that she didn't run screaming out of his house.

Instead, for the second time today, she came and gave him a hug.

"You're the best friend I ever had, too. I missed you so much," she said as she pulled away, "now you should go make dinner, before we both starve to death. We can't survive on a Twix alone, you know.

"Okay... and Steph?"

"Yeah?"

"I knew you wouldn't say no."

Review if you have the time, and tell me what you think. Once again, sorry this took soooooo long! I'll try to make the next chapter much quicker!

Lex