A/N: Well, I know I said I wasn't going to update and I should be studying for Biology but I've got too much buzzing in my head right now! If I don't get this stuff down, I might get writer's block!

I thought I might go ahead and respond to the reviews on this chapter. I got very few. My chapter's must not be as good as they used to be! :(

Pheonix-Satori- Aww, shucks. I'm blushing! Thanks for that review. Believe me, I needed it.

KazzaXTreme- Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Boy, do I feel out of the loop—what is an MF'er? I'm so sorry about the knee injury! I hope you get better soon!

As for Edge and Stacy and Lita... you'll just have to wait and find out.

In this chapter.

So much for the suspense, huh?

huntersgirl- Yeah, and there'll be more sweetness coming your way! I just hope it isn't too sweet.

Chapter Seven: The Official Couple

Edge glared at the back of the driver's head, his eyes boring deep into his skull. Chris Jericho rolled his eyes and stepped on the accelerator a little bit harder. Kiki laughed and clapped her hands from in the front seat and Stacy grabbed onto Edge, her nails biting into his arm.

"Jericho," Edge hissed, "slow down."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Junior, don't worry about it. I'm only going seventy."

"Yeah," Stacy squealed, "but the speed limit's fifty!"

Kiki giggled. "This is fun! Go faster!"

Stacy gasped in horror, one arm clinging to Edge and the other clinging to her seatbelt. Jericho chuckled and Stacy stiffened.

"What's so funny," she demanded.

"Looks like you and Edge are getting a little cozy in the backseat."

Edge and Stacy blushed and she scooted away from him a little. Stacy let out a little sigh of frustration.

"I can't believe they wouldn't let us see Lita! It's so not fair."

Edge and Chris nodded in agreement and Edge hesitated.

"Listen, Jericho," he said, "thanks for the ride to the airport."

"No problem, junior," Chris grinned, "I'm just glad Kiki'll be spending a whole week with me! Really, I'm the one who should be thanking you."

Edge shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, a lot of shits been happening lately," Stacy punched him on the shoulder and he blushed. "Don't you use that word, Kiki."

"What word?"

"Nothing. Anyway, McMahon's gonna give 'big news' next RAW. We'll find out how Lita is next RAW too. Sounds like this RAW is one I can't afford to miss."

Stacy moved a little away from Edge and he looked at her curiously. She didn't respond and he shrugged.

"I've got to see how my house is. I really hate hurricanes. Maybe I should move up north somewhere I don't have to worry about them."

Chris shrugged. "I don't know how you feel, I have a house in every other town. I don't know how you can stand having just one house in Florida."

"Less housekeeping," Edge replied and Chris snorted. Edge turned to Stacy and smiled, putting his arm around her and scooting her closer to him.

"Thanks for coming with me, Stace. It'll be a blast. You'll love Florida."

Stacy chewed on her lip nervously and gave him a shaky smile. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes to go to sleep.

"Man, you are so lucky to be going out with Stacy," Chris told him when he was certain she was asleep, "but I always thought you had a thing for Lita!"

Edge looked surprised and Chris rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on," Chris protested, "I've seen you look at her like she's more than a friend!"

Edge frowned and shook his head vehemently. "We're just friends."

Chris shrugged. "Whatever, man, we're here."

Edge shook Stacy a little and she helped him out of the car. A man came to help them and Edge started walking slowly towards the entrance of the airport.

"Stacy," Chris called and Stacy walked back to him.

"You were awake, weren't you?"

Stacy nodded sheepishly and Chris patted her hand.

"You know he meant that. He doesn't love Lita like that. I think he's starting to fall in love with you."

Stacy's face flushed and she kissed Chris on the cheek from outside of the car window. Kiki climbed on to Chris' lap and she kissed her on the cheek too.

"Thanks, Chris." She said, blushing ferociously.

Chris winked and smiled seductively. "Hey, if it doesn't work out, you know where to find me."

Stacy laughed and hit him lightly with her arm. She turned around and ran to catch up with Edge. It was going to be just him and her, all alone, in a wrecked house. This was going to be so much fun!

(A couple of hours later)

"This is so not fun," Stacy complained. There was no roof left, the basement was flooded, and it didn't look like a hurricane was here. It looked like a tornado tore the place up.

Edge shook his head and slammed his fist into the wall in frustration. His fist went into the wall and Stacy ran to help him pull it out.

"It's not fair," he complained, rubbing his bleeding knuckles, "everything's gone. All of my memories, gone."

Stacy patted his back and pulled him into a hug. Edge shifted a little and leaned down to kiss her when she pulled away.

"Edge, we need to talk," she said in a stern tone and motioned him to sit on his couch, one of the only things that they were able to salvage.

Edge sat down and looked at her expectantly as she started to pace.

"I know you have feelings for Lita," she started, and Edge started to protest, but she held up her hand to silence him.

"Let me finish, then you can talk," she ordered. "The truth is, I have feelings for you, Edge, but I don't want to make you feel like you have to be with me. If you want to be with Lita, I just want you to be happy."

Stacy sat down right there on the floor, her face white. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Edge patted the spot next to him and Stacy sat down next to him, leaning far away from him, as though she were afraid of what he was going to say.

"I don't feel that way about Lita," Edge told her and captured her hand between his own. "Before, I thought I was falling in love with you. Now, well..."

Stacy looked over at him, tears shining in her eyes.

"Now, I'm sure. I know that I am falling in love with you."

Stacy blinked in surprise, the tears still unshed. "Why?" she asked.

Edge smiled. "Because you're kind and sweet. You're always there for me and you never ask for anything in return. Stacy, you deserve the world."

Stacy blushed and pushed him down, kissing him hard.

"Um, Stacy," he gasped.

"Yeah?"

"Owww..."

Stacy jumped off him, her face flushed. "Oh my god, Edge! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot. I'll get your medicine."

She ran to the car and got his prescription pills, but by the time she got back, he was already asleep on the sleeping bag he had brought in with him. She pulled out her own sleeping bag and fell asleep next to him with a serene expression on her face.

(At Jericho's Mansion)

Kiki sat next to Chris, her forehead wrinkled in concentration.

"Hah! Beat you again! Who's the man?"

Kiki sighed in disappointment as Jericho's "Break The Walls Down" theme music came on. A recap showed poor Jeff Hardy lying on the ground and Chris Jericho, triumphant, jumping off the ladder over and over. Replays can be really annoying sometimes.

"Good job, sir," Jericho's miffed butler said, "you beat a three year old girl."

"Whatever, Jeeves," Chris said, rolling his eyes, "did you make my bed?"

"Yes, sir," the butler replied, exasperated, "Please, my name is Ethan McGee. Refrain from calling me Jeeves."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Jeeves. Could you get me some diet coke? What do you want Kiki?"

"Milk."

The butler hesitated and Jericho clapped his hands.

"Chop chop, Jeeves. We don't have all day, you know."

Ethan McGee rolled his eyes and walked out the door. Kiki giggled. "You're so mean, Uncle Jericho! I can get the milk myself."

"Hey, this is his first day here! I have to show him whose boss. You want to play again?"

Kiki nodded and grabbed the controller.

"Jeff again? This will be your fifth time."

"No, lets go through them."

"Okay, Undertaker, Shane McMahon, Edge, Christian, Trish--"

"Wait!" Kiki commanded and Jericho raised his eyebrow.

"Trish? Not my first choice, but—"

"No, Christian. Where have I heard that name before?"

Chris frowned. Edge would've told Kiki about Christian by now if he wanted her to meet him. Ergo, he didn't want her to meet him.

"Christian is a mean short ugly little man. Don't talk to him. He's a big jerk."

Kiki pouted, "Daddy said the same thing about you, but I like you anyways. Maybe Christian is nice too!"

"No, he's—hey, what?!" Chris folded his arms and frowned. "I'm Chris Jericho, Intercontinental Champion! I'm smart, good looking, a lady's man—"

"And modest too," McGee interrupted, handing Chris his diet coke and Kiki her milk.

"You know it's true," Chris shot back, and took a gulp of his coke. "Yuck, I forgot how much I hate diet coke. Jeeves, I think I'll have regular."

McGee glared at him and took the cup, daintily walking out the door.

"You know, he kind of reminds me of Regal."

Kiki shrugged and they both started playing the game again.

(Saturday Morning—App. 4 Days later)

Edge smiled at his newly furnished house. With the help of some of Stacy's friends in the construction business (she seemed to have friends everywhere), they had finally fixed up his place. Next week, Kiki could come decorate her room. Stacy jumped up and down in excitement.

"It stinks that I have to go back, sweetie, but I can't wait until RAW is over! I'll help you redecorate your house. It'll be so much fun!"

Edge shrugged. "Do whatever you want. As long as it's comfortable."

Stacy nodded and kissed his cheek.

"I'll see you Tuesday!"

"Yeah," Edge nodded absentmindedly, watching her run to her car, "See ya."

He turned around and walked back into his house to get a little sleep. Tuesday was far away.

A/N: I'll update again on Friday. I'm not that happy with this RAW. Taboo Tuesday. Huh.

If they shave Bischoff's beautiful hair off, I swear I'll scream. They are just getting too razor happy on that show.

Plus, that girl who won--Chrissy, Christy, whatever--creeps me out. I wanted Michelle to win. Ugh.