Prepare for Landing, We Have Some Turbulance
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Chapter 3: Maze
Stephanie was walking around backstage at RAW, trying to find Chris' locker room. At that moment, Stephanie cursed her father for thinking it was a good idea to spread the locker rooms throughout the backstage area.
"It will give the superstars more privacy," Vince explained to the crew in charge of placing superstars in locker rooms.
Stephanie realized she was just wondering aimlessly, and decided to ask someone if they knew where Jericho's locker room was located.
Do you happen to know where Chris Jericho's locker room is?"
The stagehand she had asked nodded his head and told her to follow him. About ten minutes, three wrong turns, and a couple of dead ends later, the stagehand left Stephanie, and she soon found herself alone standing in front of a door that had a sign on it saying "Chris Jericho" and "King of Bling Bling" scribbled in black ink underneath.
Stephanie smiled at that, remembering when Chris had written that on the sign...
"What is that thing around your neck?" Stephanie asked, pointing to the necklace that hung around Chris' neck. Rarely did he ever have jewelry on, let alone jewelry like that. The necklace had so many diamonds on it, that if the sun shone on it, even blind people would be able to see it. The diamonds formed two letters, "C.J." that hung on a chain, low on Chris' neck.
"What? I can't wear some bling once in a while?" Chris questioned defensively.
"You can't wear some what? Did you just say 'bling'?" Stephanie laughed hysterically at Chris' choice of words.
"Yes, I am THE King of Bling Bling!" Chris exclaimed with his arms stretched out in front of him, as if to show the world his "bling".
"Oh really, and just where does it say that you're the 'King of Bling Bling'?" Stephanie asked, almost at the brink of tears because she was laughing so hard at Chris.
Chris didn't say anything. He just stood up, got a pen off the coffee table in the center of the locker room, opened the door, and took the sign off of it. He then scribbled something on it, and walked back over to Stephanie.
"I believe it says so right here," Chris pointed to the words he had written on the sing. "I bet you never thought you'd be going out with royalty, huh?"
"I am royalty," Stephanie said as she stuck her chin in the air.
"Really? Remind me, my dearest Steph, how a bottom-feeding, trash bag, ho is royalty."
Before Chris knew I, he got smacked upside the head with a pillow. He fell sideways on the cough, and Stephanie wasted no time to get on top him, still smacking away. A soon as he realized what was happening, he caught the pillow in mid-swing and thew it behind the couch. He quickly grabbed Stephanie's hands with his left hand, and with his right hand he began tickling her into submission. Stephanie, (un)gracefully, fell off the couch. Chris started laughing at what just happened.
"I hate you," Stephanie playfully pouted.
"And I LOVE you, Princess."
Stephanie realized a few tears were running down her cheeks at the memory. That had been the first time Chris said "I love you" to her, and even though playfully, it meant so much to her. Stephanie swiped the tears off her cheek, and regained her composure. Before she could raise her hand to knock on the door, the door swung open. Chris appeared in the doorway, and Stephanie took in his appearance. She started with his pants and the way the shiny leather clung to his muscles. She then moved her gaze upward to his shirt. It was purple, sparkly, and wide open. Showing off his toned chest and abs. Steph continued to force her gaze towards his face. He looked so surprised with his mouth open and his eyes wide. But as Stephanie looked in his deep blue eyes, she noticed something else hidden in them. Was it love? Was is sadness? Stephanie couldn't put her finger on it.
"Steph," Chris almost whispered, pulling Stephanie out of her trance.
"Chris, I think we need to talk," she told him, looking at the floor the whole time. Chris nodded his head and opened the door wider so she could step inside. As she walked over to the couch, Chris thought she was more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a black business suit. He always thought she was beautiful, no doubt, but he always told her he liked her business style more the her "slutty" style she had when she worked on-screen with Hunter (or Triple Nose, as Chris and many others backstage like to call him). Stephanie sat on the couch and Chris took a seat to her left.
"What did you want to talk about Steph?" Chris asked, his face showing concern.
"..." Stephanie didn't say anything, somehow finding the multicolored carpet very interesting.
"Steph, what's wrong," Chris asked placing one reassuring hand on her knee and he used his other hand to tilt her chin up so her eye were looking right into his. They both felt a jolt through their bodies at the contact, and it made Stephanie go crazy.
"I still love you, Chris," Stephanie blurted out. She immediately knew what she had just said, and she put her hand to her moth, eyes wide in shock. She wasn't planning on telling him like that. She had a very different plan inside her head, but the plan seemed to dissolve as Chris touched her. Chris pretty much had the same expression on his face, but Stephanie couldn't quite decipher what he was thinking.
"I know you cheated on me, Chris. And you hurt me. You really did. But I've been so lonely lately without you, and my feelings for you haven't gone away. I know I should probably be burning pictures of you or something like that," Stephanie knew she was rambling, but she just wanted Chris to say something, anything. Well, not exactly anything, anything as in the lines of "I love you too, Stephanie". But Chris hadn't said anything yet, so she opened her mouth to continue to speak. But as soon as her lips parted, Chris bent over and placed his lips on top of hers. As soon as Stephanie's shock went away, the kiss soon became passionate.
They both had to bread the kiss for air. Chris placed his forehead against hers. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I don't know what I was thinki..." he was soon cut off by a pair of soft lips on top of his.
"I know Chris. Just promise me you'll never hurt me again," Stephanie said, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
"I promise, Princess. I promise."
A/N: Hey guys. I'm so so so sorry for the major lack of updates. But I'm back now, so there should be more soon. I worked hard on this chapter, tried to make it a little longer. Hope you liked it. Julia