Chapter 2: "Lita's Traveling Partner"
Lita is sitting on her duffle bag with her eyes covering her face, crying. It's been fifteen minutes since the Hardy brothers left. Lita doesn't have a ride, thinking everyone left. She starts feeling a little cold, then removing her hands from her face and wipes the left over tears from her cheeks. She holds her arms tightly trying to keep herself warm.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Matt?" A familiar voice speaks.
Lita quickly turns around and sees the handsome, twenty-eight year old Canadian, Chris Jericho. He's wearing dark blue jeans, a Fozzy T-shirt, a black leather jacket over it, and black shoes. His hair is down, covering his shoulders, with sunglasses placed at the top of his head. He shakes his car keys.
"You need a ride?" Chris asks, trying to use his kindness.
Lita stares at the black cement parking lot. Jericho grabs her attention again.
"You gonna answer?" He asks, waving his hand in front of her face.
Lita clears her throat pretending she wasn't crying. "Yeah.."
"Yeah, what?" Jericho kneels down to her height, trying to look into her eyes.
"I could use a ride." Lita replies. She stands up fixing her hair.
Jericho stands up also. He smiles slightly.
Lita starts crying again and leans on Jericho's shoulder.
"What's the matter??" Chris asks confusingly. He figured something must have happened between her and Matt earlier. He hugs back. "Shh.. it's okay. I'm here." He stops hugging Lita and looks at her. "Come on, let's get in the car and you can tell me everything."
Jericho picks up Lita's duffle bag and carries it over to his dark red Mustang. He unlocks the driver's door and sets Lita's bag in the back seat. He jogs over to the passengers side and unlocks the door for Lita. She sits down and closes the door while still sobbing. Chris jogs back over to his side and jumps into his seat, and closes the door. He scrambles through his keys and drops them onto the floor of the car, they slipped behind the gas pedal. Then he bends down and starts to search for them. Lita stops sobbing and watches Chris struggle to get the keys.
"Ow.., dammit!" He bumps the back of his head on the bottom of the steering wheel, the car ends up beeping lightly.
Lita continues watching him. "You need help..?"
"No, I can get 'em." Jericho squeaks as he's still folded under the wheel.
Lita starts giggling, and Jericho grabs the keys.. finally. He smiles.
"Ha.." He inserts the keys into the ignition, then he glances at Lita, noticing her laughter. "What's so funny?"
Lita stops laughing. "You."
"I see.. I'm just a simple funny man, aren't I?" Chris pokes Lita in her stomach, and pushes her playfully. "Time to get a move on!" Jericho turns on some Metallica and they drive off onto the road.
~End Chapter Two~
Lita is sitting on her duffle bag with her eyes covering her face, crying. It's been fifteen minutes since the Hardy brothers left. Lita doesn't have a ride, thinking everyone left. She starts feeling a little cold, then removing her hands from her face and wipes the left over tears from her cheeks. She holds her arms tightly trying to keep herself warm.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Matt?" A familiar voice speaks.
Lita quickly turns around and sees the handsome, twenty-eight year old Canadian, Chris Jericho. He's wearing dark blue jeans, a Fozzy T-shirt, a black leather jacket over it, and black shoes. His hair is down, covering his shoulders, with sunglasses placed at the top of his head. He shakes his car keys.
"You need a ride?" Chris asks, trying to use his kindness.
Lita stares at the black cement parking lot. Jericho grabs her attention again.
"You gonna answer?" He asks, waving his hand in front of her face.
Lita clears her throat pretending she wasn't crying. "Yeah.."
"Yeah, what?" Jericho kneels down to her height, trying to look into her eyes.
"I could use a ride." Lita replies. She stands up fixing her hair.
Jericho stands up also. He smiles slightly.
Lita starts crying again and leans on Jericho's shoulder.
"What's the matter??" Chris asks confusingly. He figured something must have happened between her and Matt earlier. He hugs back. "Shh.. it's okay. I'm here." He stops hugging Lita and looks at her. "Come on, let's get in the car and you can tell me everything."
Jericho picks up Lita's duffle bag and carries it over to his dark red Mustang. He unlocks the driver's door and sets Lita's bag in the back seat. He jogs over to the passengers side and unlocks the door for Lita. She sits down and closes the door while still sobbing. Chris jogs back over to his side and jumps into his seat, and closes the door. He scrambles through his keys and drops them onto the floor of the car, they slipped behind the gas pedal. Then he bends down and starts to search for them. Lita stops sobbing and watches Chris struggle to get the keys.
"Ow.., dammit!" He bumps the back of his head on the bottom of the steering wheel, the car ends up beeping lightly.
Lita continues watching him. "You need help..?"
"No, I can get 'em." Jericho squeaks as he's still folded under the wheel.
Lita starts giggling, and Jericho grabs the keys.. finally. He smiles.
"Ha.." He inserts the keys into the ignition, then he glances at Lita, noticing her laughter. "What's so funny?"
Lita stops laughing. "You."
"I see.. I'm just a simple funny man, aren't I?" Chris pokes Lita in her stomach, and pushes her playfully. "Time to get a move on!" Jericho turns on some Metallica and they drive off onto the road.
~End Chapter Two~