"I was so damn close! Did you see that?"
"Chris, is your neck okay?"
"Yeah it's fine. But did you see me out there Trish? So close!"
"If your neck is fine, please stop holding it so I don't have to worry."
"I'm sorry. Come here."
He took her by the hand and stopped holding onto his neck to prove that he wasn't in pain. Fact of the matter though, he was in pain. He took that RKO wrong and happened to land on his neck. Not wanting her to worry too much, he told her he was fine and they continued their journey to his locker room. A few of the other guys were still roaming around and Benoit was getting ready for his match.
"Hey man, good luck out there."
"Thanks Chris. You almost had it!"
"Yeah, I know. Hey have you see Edge around?"
"He's probably getting something to eat."
"He left?"
"No, in catering."
"Chris, I'm going to go back to my locker room okay?"
"All right Babe. I'll come by and get you."
His eyes followed her as she left the locker room, and then he picked up a shirt and put it on. After putting his hair in a hair tie, he left his locker room in search for Edge. Once in catering he spied his blond friend watching a monitor as Triple H and Benoit battled in the ring.
"Hey man, can we talk for a couple seconds?"
"About?"
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier in the match. It's every man for himself and you know that."
"Yeah, I just took that to heart. I really wanted my chance to shine."
"Don't you think your Intercontinental Title is shining enough for now? You're taking this way too fast."
"Maybe I am. I don't know."
"So are we all right?"
"Of course man."
"So how's this match going?"
"It's okay. Pretty slow paced but it's starting to pick up."
They watched the match some more and continued to talk about Randy getting the title shot at Summerslam. After awhile the match had been in Triple H's favor, so they set out to their locker rooms. Chris spied Stephanie on his way there and tried to keep away from her but he couldn't.
"Hi Chris. Are you all right?"
"Fine, thanks Steph."
"I'm only looking out for the best in you. You're too talented to be hurt."
"Ha, thanks Steph."
"Anytime. You're a good person and a good friend. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"It's nice that you say that."
"You know I mean it."
"I know Steph."
She stepped in and hugged Chris and he hugged her back. After pulling away he smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her face. She smiled back and turned to walk away from him.
"I'll see you later Chris."
"All right Steph. Talk to you soon." ---
Everything she'd thought was right. Stephanie meant more to him than he had said. And now after seeing the 'hug' she had come to that conclusion. Trish pushed her hair back out of her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Walking slowly back inside her locker room, she shut the door behind her.
As she sat down on the bench, she picked up her things and put them in her bag. She'd gotten her cast off but her wrist was still a little sore. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Tyson's number.
"Hello?"
"Ty, it's Trish. Can you give me a ride back to the hotel?"
"Sure, are you all right?"
"Fine, I just need a ride."
"Okay I'll be ready in a few."
She hung up the phone and put it in her purse. She sighed as she noticed Chris' t-shirt in her bag. Picking it up and smelling it, she could still smell him on it. Putting it back in her bag, she picked up a tissue and wiped her eyes.
"Knock knock. Where's the beautiful girl that I call my girlfriend."
"She's leaving."
"Where too?"
"Home."
"Toronto?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"I don't feel like going to Tampa."
"But I thought we were going to look for a house."
"I've decided I'm going to stay in Toronto."
"Why?"
"Why as so many questions?"
"What's wrong Trish?"
"Nothing is wrong Chris. Why don't you go find Stephanie?"
"What are you talking--"
"Don't play dumb with me Christopher. The two of you obviously still have something going on and I'm not about to be apart of this and get hurt okay?"
"I still have no idea what you are talking about."
"I saw you hugging her and then you moved her hair out of her face. And when you first did that to me you said I was the only person whose eyes you wanted to see after a hug. You really hurt me tonight Chris, and I don't think I want to be with you this week."
"Trish, wait. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"No idea?! Are you crazy, I have enough ideas, and more than I need? You obviously have feelings for Stephanie and I can't change that now can I?"
"I don't have feelings for Stephanie! WHY can't you see that?"
"Why did you hug her?!"
"Because she's my friend, and she cares about me!" "I care about you too Chris!" She raised her voice and turned to face him. "You were supposed to come back after you talked to Edge, and then you didn't come back for awhile so I went looking for you. You were with her! How do I know you weren't with her the whole time?!"
"So now you're questioning my loyalty to you?"
"You're damn right I am!"
"Well then why don't you go ask Edge where I was? I'm pretty sure he'll tell you the truth. You seem to trust him."
"Of course I trust him. He's been there for me through a hell of a lot of shit Chris, and that's more than you can say."
"I can't believe you just said that."
"Well believe it Chris, because I did."
"Why don't you trust that there is nothing going on with me and Stephanie." He took her hands in his and looked her in the eyes. "I love you Trish, you know I do."
"If you love me, then leave me alone."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm serious Chris Jericho. Stay away from me. Don't call me, don't write to me. Don't look at me. Do nothing."
"Trish come on."
"Shut up Jericho. You keep talking to her and telling me all these things about her not meaning anything to you because you have feelings for her. If you didn't you wouldn't talk to her or hug her."
"Don't make this mistake Trish."
"I'm not making any mistake. I'm finally doing something that will make me feel better. You can be friends with Stephanie now. Hell you can date Stephanie now. I'm sure you'd like that."
"I want to be with you Trish. You are the person I want to share a house with, you are the person that I want to see every morning in my t-shirts making coffee for me even though you hate to."
"Chris stop. I-I..." He saw tears begin to pour from her eyes and walked over to her and wrapped her up in his arms. "No..I have to go."
"Trish, please." He looked at her sad face, which resulted from tears of his own. "Don't baby, please."
She picked up her bags and ran from the room. He called out her name but she didn't respond. As he punched the wall he cursed slightly and sat back on the chair that she was occupying before she left. Noticing a slight shimmery thing on the floor below him he picked it up and recognized the fine craftwork of the bracelet. It was the one he'd given to her a few weeks ago, and now it was lying on the floor. Putting it in his pocket, he left the locker room, never looking back.
[This was a beyond hard chapter for me to write. I hope you all enjoyed it. So let me know what you all think, and I'll update next week after Raw..maybe we'll see Trish! -Dakota]
"Chris, is your neck okay?"
"Yeah it's fine. But did you see me out there Trish? So close!"
"If your neck is fine, please stop holding it so I don't have to worry."
"I'm sorry. Come here."
He took her by the hand and stopped holding onto his neck to prove that he wasn't in pain. Fact of the matter though, he was in pain. He took that RKO wrong and happened to land on his neck. Not wanting her to worry too much, he told her he was fine and they continued their journey to his locker room. A few of the other guys were still roaming around and Benoit was getting ready for his match.
"Hey man, good luck out there."
"Thanks Chris. You almost had it!"
"Yeah, I know. Hey have you see Edge around?"
"He's probably getting something to eat."
"He left?"
"No, in catering."
"Chris, I'm going to go back to my locker room okay?"
"All right Babe. I'll come by and get you."
His eyes followed her as she left the locker room, and then he picked up a shirt and put it on. After putting his hair in a hair tie, he left his locker room in search for Edge. Once in catering he spied his blond friend watching a monitor as Triple H and Benoit battled in the ring.
"Hey man, can we talk for a couple seconds?"
"About?"
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier in the match. It's every man for himself and you know that."
"Yeah, I just took that to heart. I really wanted my chance to shine."
"Don't you think your Intercontinental Title is shining enough for now? You're taking this way too fast."
"Maybe I am. I don't know."
"So are we all right?"
"Of course man."
"So how's this match going?"
"It's okay. Pretty slow paced but it's starting to pick up."
They watched the match some more and continued to talk about Randy getting the title shot at Summerslam. After awhile the match had been in Triple H's favor, so they set out to their locker rooms. Chris spied Stephanie on his way there and tried to keep away from her but he couldn't.
"Hi Chris. Are you all right?"
"Fine, thanks Steph."
"I'm only looking out for the best in you. You're too talented to be hurt."
"Ha, thanks Steph."
"Anytime. You're a good person and a good friend. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"It's nice that you say that."
"You know I mean it."
"I know Steph."
She stepped in and hugged Chris and he hugged her back. After pulling away he smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her face. She smiled back and turned to walk away from him.
"I'll see you later Chris."
"All right Steph. Talk to you soon." ---
Everything she'd thought was right. Stephanie meant more to him than he had said. And now after seeing the 'hug' she had come to that conclusion. Trish pushed her hair back out of her eyes and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Walking slowly back inside her locker room, she shut the door behind her.
As she sat down on the bench, she picked up her things and put them in her bag. She'd gotten her cast off but her wrist was still a little sore. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Tyson's number.
"Hello?"
"Ty, it's Trish. Can you give me a ride back to the hotel?"
"Sure, are you all right?"
"Fine, I just need a ride."
"Okay I'll be ready in a few."
She hung up the phone and put it in her purse. She sighed as she noticed Chris' t-shirt in her bag. Picking it up and smelling it, she could still smell him on it. Putting it back in her bag, she picked up a tissue and wiped her eyes.
"Knock knock. Where's the beautiful girl that I call my girlfriend."
"She's leaving."
"Where too?"
"Home."
"Toronto?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"I don't feel like going to Tampa."
"But I thought we were going to look for a house."
"I've decided I'm going to stay in Toronto."
"Why?"
"Why as so many questions?"
"What's wrong Trish?"
"Nothing is wrong Chris. Why don't you go find Stephanie?"
"What are you talking--"
"Don't play dumb with me Christopher. The two of you obviously still have something going on and I'm not about to be apart of this and get hurt okay?"
"I still have no idea what you are talking about."
"I saw you hugging her and then you moved her hair out of her face. And when you first did that to me you said I was the only person whose eyes you wanted to see after a hug. You really hurt me tonight Chris, and I don't think I want to be with you this week."
"Trish, wait. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"No idea?! Are you crazy, I have enough ideas, and more than I need? You obviously have feelings for Stephanie and I can't change that now can I?"
"I don't have feelings for Stephanie! WHY can't you see that?"
"Why did you hug her?!"
"Because she's my friend, and she cares about me!" "I care about you too Chris!" She raised her voice and turned to face him. "You were supposed to come back after you talked to Edge, and then you didn't come back for awhile so I went looking for you. You were with her! How do I know you weren't with her the whole time?!"
"So now you're questioning my loyalty to you?"
"You're damn right I am!"
"Well then why don't you go ask Edge where I was? I'm pretty sure he'll tell you the truth. You seem to trust him."
"Of course I trust him. He's been there for me through a hell of a lot of shit Chris, and that's more than you can say."
"I can't believe you just said that."
"Well believe it Chris, because I did."
"Why don't you trust that there is nothing going on with me and Stephanie." He took her hands in his and looked her in the eyes. "I love you Trish, you know I do."
"If you love me, then leave me alone."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm serious Chris Jericho. Stay away from me. Don't call me, don't write to me. Don't look at me. Do nothing."
"Trish come on."
"Shut up Jericho. You keep talking to her and telling me all these things about her not meaning anything to you because you have feelings for her. If you didn't you wouldn't talk to her or hug her."
"Don't make this mistake Trish."
"I'm not making any mistake. I'm finally doing something that will make me feel better. You can be friends with Stephanie now. Hell you can date Stephanie now. I'm sure you'd like that."
"I want to be with you Trish. You are the person I want to share a house with, you are the person that I want to see every morning in my t-shirts making coffee for me even though you hate to."
"Chris stop. I-I..." He saw tears begin to pour from her eyes and walked over to her and wrapped her up in his arms. "No..I have to go."
"Trish, please." He looked at her sad face, which resulted from tears of his own. "Don't baby, please."
She picked up her bags and ran from the room. He called out her name but she didn't respond. As he punched the wall he cursed slightly and sat back on the chair that she was occupying before she left. Noticing a slight shimmery thing on the floor below him he picked it up and recognized the fine craftwork of the bracelet. It was the one he'd given to her a few weeks ago, and now it was lying on the floor. Putting it in his pocket, he left the locker room, never looking back.
[This was a beyond hard chapter for me to write. I hope you all enjoyed it. So let me know what you all think, and I'll update next week after Raw..maybe we'll see Trish! -Dakota]