Chapter 3: "Talking About Whatever"
The car is blasting with music, but the couple are ignoring it. They're riding along the dark highways at about one 'o' clock A.M. Jericho turns off the music. All you can hear is the engine of the car. Lita sighs and stares out her window, counting the streetlights to herself. Jericho continuously glances at her.
"Hey.." Jericho says softly, getting her attention.
Lita looks at Jericho quickly.
"You never told me what happened earlier.."
Lita stares at the floor of the car. She bites her bottom lip.
"Are you gonna tell me? It's not like I won't care, I mean, what kind of idiot-ass-clown like Matt Hardy would leave his girlfriend like that-"
"Hey! Don't talk about Matt like that! I still love him!" She yells, interrupting him.
"Wha'?! I don't think he loves you! He left your ass when you have no transportation, or food! He must really be 'in love' to do that!"
"Why do you care all of a sudden?? Your ignorant ass doesn't care about shit but what your hair will look like tomorrow!"
"Hey, now, I'll toss your ass out of this car and throw your bag in your face..BUT-"Jericho pauses.
"But..?" Lita asks being curious.
"BUT-.. I..won't." Jericho speaks slowly.
"Oh.. really. Why?" She wonders.
"Because." Chris tries to hide it.
"I'm a girl?" Lita guesses.
"No." He answers quickly.
"Because you have a crush on me?" Lita guesses a second time.
Chris talks through his teeth. "No.."
"Aww, yes you do!" Lita acts all childish.
"No.. I don't."
"Then why? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Lita jumps around.
Jericho squeezes the wheel, full of frustration. "Shut-up!"
Lita stops the act and sits in her seat correctly, and sitting still.
~*~One Hour Later~*~
Chris Jericho and Lita once again sit through quietness along the highway. They both glimpse at each other at the same time, then look their separate ways. Jericho coughs.
"Sorry." They both apologize at the same time.
"No, I'm sorry." Chris says, "I'm the one.. being an ass-clown."
"Well, I'm the one that made you so frustrated, and got on your nerves." She laughs. "Do you still want me to tell you what happened earlier?"
"If you want to." Chris glances at Lita and shrugs.
"Alright," She clears her throat. "I walked outside the arena and I seen Matt and Jeff getting ready to leave. I ran over to Matt and he was pissed for some reason. He told me he never wanted to see me again, and he didn't want me to be in the same car as him. Jeff told me he would call me later, and tell me why he was being so pissy, but it hasn't occurred yet."
"Damn, that sucks. It really explains why you were crying, huh?" Chris asks.
"Yeah.." Lita stares at her lap. "I have to talk to him. I don't think I did anything to upset him."
Jericho looks at Lita and smirks. "Don't worry, he won't dump a pwetty gal like ya." He says in a childish-country boy voice. "At least I hope not.. if he does.."
Lita's eyes start to fill up with tears. They flow down her cheek slowly, as if time paused and her tears trickled sluggishly.
Jericho stares at Lita small moments at a time. "Oh no, please don't cry."
Lita sniffles. "I'll be okay. Thanks, I really needed to talk to someone."
"No problem." Chris pats Lita on her shoulder. He smiles.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
3:48 A.M.
Lita stares at the ceiling of the car. She thinks about Matt dearly. Jericho stares out the windshield at the darkness. He tries not to fall asleep.
"I'm so tired." Lita yawns. "Is there a hotel around here?" She searches for one, but sees nothing but absolute darkness.
"Not for another few miles yet, but we're getting there. Man, I'm beat."
Lita yawns again. "Phew.."
Chris then yawns. "God-damn."
Lita starts laughing childlike.
Y2J raises his eyebrow. "What's so funny??"
"Nothing.." She smiles, chuckling.
"..So,.. was he your first love?" Chris asks.
"Yeah. We do everything together. We get along so well. Jeff and I always hung out too."
"I see." Chris pulls his hair back behind his ears. "How long have you guys been together, again?"
"About three and a half years. And we are still going out."
"You sure about that? You should wait for Jeff to call first."
Lita thinks. "I know.."
Chris looks back out the windshield. "Hey, it's the hotel. About time."
Jericho drives into the parking lot. He and Lita both get out of the car. Lita grabs her duffle bag from the back seat and Jericho grabs his from the trunk. They enter the hotel and a woman is standing at the front desk.
The woman grins. "May I help you?"
"Yeah, we'd like to rent a room. One night please." Jericho looks at Lita as she is standing behind him.
"Come with me." The woman grabs a key and shows them their room on the third floor. "Here you are. Enjoy your stay." The woman walks back to her post.
Jericho and Lita enter their room and Chris shuts the door. He turns Lita around and looks into her eyes.
"Finally, we're alone.. in a hotel room." He winks at her, sexual-like.
"Huh?!" Lita looks around confusingly.
"I'm joking." Chris laughs. He walks away from Lita and strolls into the bedroom. "We have a problem."
Lita runs into the bedroom. "What is it?"
"There's only one bed." He points. Chris runs his fingers through his long, blonde hair. "I guess you can use it. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Are you sure?" Lita watches Chris walk away.
"Yup." He stops at the main room and opens a closet door. He pulls out some blankets and tosses them on the couch. "I'm going straight to bed. I'll take a shower in the morning."
"Alright, I guess that means I'll take mine now, then." Lita replies. "I'll see you tomorrow." Lita smiles.
"Good night." Jericho covers himself with the three blankets and closes his eyes.
After Lita takes her shower, she walks into the bedroom and pulls out a small journal. She runs her fingers on the black cover. She sits down on the soft bed and grabs a pen from the night stand. She clicks it. Looking through her journal, she thinks about what happened today. Turning to a blank page, she writes the date and summarizes what happened. After doing so, she places the pen inside her journal so she doesn't lose her page. She sets her journal aside, then stands up and opens the door slowly. Peeking out the bedroom door, she stares at Jericho sleeping on the couch. She walks up to him quietly, and stares down at him. Lita smiles and pulls back her damp hair, bending down to kiss him on the forehead.
"Thank you.." Standing straight up, she tiptoes back into the bedroom and closes the door.
~End Chapter Three~
The car is blasting with music, but the couple are ignoring it. They're riding along the dark highways at about one 'o' clock A.M. Jericho turns off the music. All you can hear is the engine of the car. Lita sighs and stares out her window, counting the streetlights to herself. Jericho continuously glances at her.
"Hey.." Jericho says softly, getting her attention.
Lita looks at Jericho quickly.
"You never told me what happened earlier.."
Lita stares at the floor of the car. She bites her bottom lip.
"Are you gonna tell me? It's not like I won't care, I mean, what kind of idiot-ass-clown like Matt Hardy would leave his girlfriend like that-"
"Hey! Don't talk about Matt like that! I still love him!" She yells, interrupting him.
"Wha'?! I don't think he loves you! He left your ass when you have no transportation, or food! He must really be 'in love' to do that!"
"Why do you care all of a sudden?? Your ignorant ass doesn't care about shit but what your hair will look like tomorrow!"
"Hey, now, I'll toss your ass out of this car and throw your bag in your face..BUT-"Jericho pauses.
"But..?" Lita asks being curious.
"BUT-.. I..won't." Jericho speaks slowly.
"Oh.. really. Why?" She wonders.
"Because." Chris tries to hide it.
"I'm a girl?" Lita guesses.
"No." He answers quickly.
"Because you have a crush on me?" Lita guesses a second time.
Chris talks through his teeth. "No.."
"Aww, yes you do!" Lita acts all childish.
"No.. I don't."
"Then why? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Lita jumps around.
Jericho squeezes the wheel, full of frustration. "Shut-up!"
Lita stops the act and sits in her seat correctly, and sitting still.
~*~One Hour Later~*~
Chris Jericho and Lita once again sit through quietness along the highway. They both glimpse at each other at the same time, then look their separate ways. Jericho coughs.
"Sorry." They both apologize at the same time.
"No, I'm sorry." Chris says, "I'm the one.. being an ass-clown."
"Well, I'm the one that made you so frustrated, and got on your nerves." She laughs. "Do you still want me to tell you what happened earlier?"
"If you want to." Chris glances at Lita and shrugs.
"Alright," She clears her throat. "I walked outside the arena and I seen Matt and Jeff getting ready to leave. I ran over to Matt and he was pissed for some reason. He told me he never wanted to see me again, and he didn't want me to be in the same car as him. Jeff told me he would call me later, and tell me why he was being so pissy, but it hasn't occurred yet."
"Damn, that sucks. It really explains why you were crying, huh?" Chris asks.
"Yeah.." Lita stares at her lap. "I have to talk to him. I don't think I did anything to upset him."
Jericho looks at Lita and smirks. "Don't worry, he won't dump a pwetty gal like ya." He says in a childish-country boy voice. "At least I hope not.. if he does.."
Lita's eyes start to fill up with tears. They flow down her cheek slowly, as if time paused and her tears trickled sluggishly.
Jericho stares at Lita small moments at a time. "Oh no, please don't cry."
Lita sniffles. "I'll be okay. Thanks, I really needed to talk to someone."
"No problem." Chris pats Lita on her shoulder. He smiles.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
3:48 A.M.
Lita stares at the ceiling of the car. She thinks about Matt dearly. Jericho stares out the windshield at the darkness. He tries not to fall asleep.
"I'm so tired." Lita yawns. "Is there a hotel around here?" She searches for one, but sees nothing but absolute darkness.
"Not for another few miles yet, but we're getting there. Man, I'm beat."
Lita yawns again. "Phew.."
Chris then yawns. "God-damn."
Lita starts laughing childlike.
Y2J raises his eyebrow. "What's so funny??"
"Nothing.." She smiles, chuckling.
"..So,.. was he your first love?" Chris asks.
"Yeah. We do everything together. We get along so well. Jeff and I always hung out too."
"I see." Chris pulls his hair back behind his ears. "How long have you guys been together, again?"
"About three and a half years. And we are still going out."
"You sure about that? You should wait for Jeff to call first."
Lita thinks. "I know.."
Chris looks back out the windshield. "Hey, it's the hotel. About time."
Jericho drives into the parking lot. He and Lita both get out of the car. Lita grabs her duffle bag from the back seat and Jericho grabs his from the trunk. They enter the hotel and a woman is standing at the front desk.
The woman grins. "May I help you?"
"Yeah, we'd like to rent a room. One night please." Jericho looks at Lita as she is standing behind him.
"Come with me." The woman grabs a key and shows them their room on the third floor. "Here you are. Enjoy your stay." The woman walks back to her post.
Jericho and Lita enter their room and Chris shuts the door. He turns Lita around and looks into her eyes.
"Finally, we're alone.. in a hotel room." He winks at her, sexual-like.
"Huh?!" Lita looks around confusingly.
"I'm joking." Chris laughs. He walks away from Lita and strolls into the bedroom. "We have a problem."
Lita runs into the bedroom. "What is it?"
"There's only one bed." He points. Chris runs his fingers through his long, blonde hair. "I guess you can use it. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Are you sure?" Lita watches Chris walk away.
"Yup." He stops at the main room and opens a closet door. He pulls out some blankets and tosses them on the couch. "I'm going straight to bed. I'll take a shower in the morning."
"Alright, I guess that means I'll take mine now, then." Lita replies. "I'll see you tomorrow." Lita smiles.
"Good night." Jericho covers himself with the three blankets and closes his eyes.
After Lita takes her shower, she walks into the bedroom and pulls out a small journal. She runs her fingers on the black cover. She sits down on the soft bed and grabs a pen from the night stand. She clicks it. Looking through her journal, she thinks about what happened today. Turning to a blank page, she writes the date and summarizes what happened. After doing so, she places the pen inside her journal so she doesn't lose her page. She sets her journal aside, then stands up and opens the door slowly. Peeking out the bedroom door, she stares at Jericho sleeping on the couch. She walks up to him quietly, and stares down at him. Lita smiles and pulls back her damp hair, bending down to kiss him on the forehead.
"Thank you.." Standing straight up, she tiptoes back into the bedroom and closes the door.
~End Chapter Three~