Chapter 4: "A Rough Morning"
*~The Next Morning..~*
Lita opens her eyes slowly. She sits up in her bed, rubs her eyes and yawns. She stands up and walks to the door. She walks out into the main room and sees Chris all dressed and sitting on the couch watching T.V. She smiles, finally noticing his handsomeness. He is wearing a black Metallica muscle shirt, and blue jeans that are ripped at the knees, and black shoes. He also has his hair in a lowered ponytail.
"Hey, good morning, sunshine." Chris says, while watching T.V. "How was your sleep?"
"It was alright.." She stretches and walks to the small kitchen. "How was yours?" She starts to scrounge through the cupboards for some coffee.
"Same." He stands up and walks into the kitchen carrying his coffee mug. "Since you didn't notice, I made some coffee.." He points and snickers. Grabbing the coffee pot, he pours some into a clean mug. "Here ya go."
Lita sips the coffee and looks at Chris. She punches him playfully, for saying that comment. "Thanks." She sits in a chair at the table.
"Jeff called earlier." Jericho pours more coffee into his mug and sits down in the other chair at the small table.
"Did he? You answer it?" She asks; acting excited.
"Yeah, but I had to go through your bag to find your phone though. Seeing all your girly things.." He teases, and flicks his eyebrow.
Lita laughs. "Sorry." She takes another sip of her coffee.
"He told me Matt was still pissed, but wouldn't tell me why. He flipped out when I told him that you were with me." Jericho shrugs and tastes his coffee.
"Is that all?" Lita asks disappointedly.
"He told me to tell you to call him back as soon as you wake up. It was about six-twenty when he called. It's eight 'o' eight right now." Jericho adds.
"Oh, where's my cell?" Lita stands up quickly and looks around.
"Over there, by the coffee pot." He points, and chugs the rest of his coffee.
Lita walks over to the counter and grabs her neon green cell phone. She dials Jeff's phone number and holds it to her ear.
"Hello?" A firm voice answers the other line.
"Hello, Jeff?"
"Lita? Why are you with Jericho?! I was hoping it would be Trish or someone else! Why that asshole?! He hasn't hurt you or anything, has he-?" Jeff whines.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down! Jericho offered me a ride! Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Lita walks into the bedroom and shuts the door.
Chris is still sitting at the table. He stares at the smooth wood and scratches it with his fingernail. He stands up out of his chair and walks by the bedroom door. He tries to listen into the conversation, but can't hear anything. He puts his ear up to the door and holds the doorknob lightly with his right hand.
"Look, I can't believe Matt thinks that I'm being so selfish by worrying about my wrestling career other than him! I'm glad to be back, but it doesn't mean that I don't love Matt anymore! And him now having the idea that I'm going with Jericho now is nonsense! We're not that good of friends, Jeff! I'm just getting a ride from him because I had no other way of transportation! I still really love Matt. Tell him I'm really sorry, okay? I'll see you at Seattle.. bye." Lita hangs up and tosses the phone onto the bed. She walks to the door and turns the doorknob.
Chris stands back away from the door, feeling the doorknob turning. Lita opens the door quickly and jumps in surprise from seeing Chris right in front of her.
"I overheard.." Jericho blinks and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry, maybe I should just take you back to the Hardys.. since I'm causing a lot of trouble for you."
"Oh.., Chris. I didn't mean what I said." Lita tries to explain.
"Sure.. whatever. Come on, get dressed.." Jericho walks back into the main room and sits down on the couch and continues watching T.V.
Lita runs over to Chris, standing in front of the T.V. "I was only saying that to get Jeff off my back. He really can't stand you. You just took it the wrong way.. please, please forgive me." She tries to make eye contact, but Jericho acts like Lita's not even there. She walks back to the bedroom, grabs some clothes, walks into the bathroom and slams the door, locking it.
Chris looks at the bathroom door. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. He snatches the blankets on the bed and straightens them. Lita's journal falls on the floor. Jericho finishes making the bed and bends down to grab the journal. He sits down on the bed and opens the journal. He flips through some pages and stops at the entry from last night. Scrolling through the sentences, he sees a sentence that says:
'Chris Jericho is the nicest guy I've ever met..' He turns the page and continues reading. 'Sitting in this bed.. thinking about how nice of a guy he is. A couple minutes ago, I peeked out of the bedroom and seen him sleeping. I smiled. He actually looked cute! I walked over to him and kissed his forehead. I whispered "Thank you" and I walked back into the bedroom. He may care about himself, and he may be stubborn, but he can be adorable, plus he helped out by giving me a ride to Seattle. I think he has a soft spot in his heart.'
Chris closes the journal slowly. His lips curl into a sexy-like grin. Shaking his head, his over-sized ego says "I cannot be falling in love with her!" He shakes the thought out of his head. "I'm Chris Jericho, the king of the world, the first-ever undisputed champion! I can't fall in love with Lita. I have a career to worry about." He tosses the journal aside and walks out of the bedroom laughing at the thought of him with Lita. "No girl hates me! I'm the sexiest man on Earth!" He struts back to the couch and sits down.
Lita walks out of the bathroom. She is wearing a light pink shirt with a black heart, showing a bit of her belly; a black fishnet under it, black flared jeans with a pink sparkly belt, black shoes, pink bracelets, and her hair is in pigtails with pink hair ties. She walks into the bedroom and packs up her stuff. She tosses her bag out into the main room and shuts the door. She glances at Chris, as he is watching T.V. "Ready?"
Chris grabs his bag and his keys. They both walk out the door and stroll down the stairs to the first floor. Lita struts outside waiting by the car as Jericho pays for the room.
Lita paces by the car with her bag over her shoulder. Y2J walks quickly to the car holding his bag and carrying his keys. He unlocks the door for Lita and she hops in. Chris jogs to his side of the car and throws his bag into the back seat. He shuts the door and starts the car. He looks at Lita and smirks.
"How would you like to be my manager?" He asks all of a sudden.
Lita looks back at him, confusingly. "What?"
"How would you like to be my manager??" He repeats himself.
"I.. uh.. I don't know.. I still wanna be with Matt-"Lita tries to speak.
"You can! This is just business. A storyline idea."
"Let me think about it." Lita replies, showing a small smile.
"Alright." Chris shrugs. He backs out the parking lot and they're on their way to Seattle, Washington.
~End Chapter Four~
*~The Next Morning..~*
Lita opens her eyes slowly. She sits up in her bed, rubs her eyes and yawns. She stands up and walks to the door. She walks out into the main room and sees Chris all dressed and sitting on the couch watching T.V. She smiles, finally noticing his handsomeness. He is wearing a black Metallica muscle shirt, and blue jeans that are ripped at the knees, and black shoes. He also has his hair in a lowered ponytail.
"Hey, good morning, sunshine." Chris says, while watching T.V. "How was your sleep?"
"It was alright.." She stretches and walks to the small kitchen. "How was yours?" She starts to scrounge through the cupboards for some coffee.
"Same." He stands up and walks into the kitchen carrying his coffee mug. "Since you didn't notice, I made some coffee.." He points and snickers. Grabbing the coffee pot, he pours some into a clean mug. "Here ya go."
Lita sips the coffee and looks at Chris. She punches him playfully, for saying that comment. "Thanks." She sits in a chair at the table.
"Jeff called earlier." Jericho pours more coffee into his mug and sits down in the other chair at the small table.
"Did he? You answer it?" She asks; acting excited.
"Yeah, but I had to go through your bag to find your phone though. Seeing all your girly things.." He teases, and flicks his eyebrow.
Lita laughs. "Sorry." She takes another sip of her coffee.
"He told me Matt was still pissed, but wouldn't tell me why. He flipped out when I told him that you were with me." Jericho shrugs and tastes his coffee.
"Is that all?" Lita asks disappointedly.
"He told me to tell you to call him back as soon as you wake up. It was about six-twenty when he called. It's eight 'o' eight right now." Jericho adds.
"Oh, where's my cell?" Lita stands up quickly and looks around.
"Over there, by the coffee pot." He points, and chugs the rest of his coffee.
Lita walks over to the counter and grabs her neon green cell phone. She dials Jeff's phone number and holds it to her ear.
"Hello?" A firm voice answers the other line.
"Hello, Jeff?"
"Lita? Why are you with Jericho?! I was hoping it would be Trish or someone else! Why that asshole?! He hasn't hurt you or anything, has he-?" Jeff whines.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down! Jericho offered me a ride! Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Lita walks into the bedroom and shuts the door.
Chris is still sitting at the table. He stares at the smooth wood and scratches it with his fingernail. He stands up out of his chair and walks by the bedroom door. He tries to listen into the conversation, but can't hear anything. He puts his ear up to the door and holds the doorknob lightly with his right hand.
"Look, I can't believe Matt thinks that I'm being so selfish by worrying about my wrestling career other than him! I'm glad to be back, but it doesn't mean that I don't love Matt anymore! And him now having the idea that I'm going with Jericho now is nonsense! We're not that good of friends, Jeff! I'm just getting a ride from him because I had no other way of transportation! I still really love Matt. Tell him I'm really sorry, okay? I'll see you at Seattle.. bye." Lita hangs up and tosses the phone onto the bed. She walks to the door and turns the doorknob.
Chris stands back away from the door, feeling the doorknob turning. Lita opens the door quickly and jumps in surprise from seeing Chris right in front of her.
"I overheard.." Jericho blinks and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry, maybe I should just take you back to the Hardys.. since I'm causing a lot of trouble for you."
"Oh.., Chris. I didn't mean what I said." Lita tries to explain.
"Sure.. whatever. Come on, get dressed.." Jericho walks back into the main room and sits down on the couch and continues watching T.V.
Lita runs over to Chris, standing in front of the T.V. "I was only saying that to get Jeff off my back. He really can't stand you. You just took it the wrong way.. please, please forgive me." She tries to make eye contact, but Jericho acts like Lita's not even there. She walks back to the bedroom, grabs some clothes, walks into the bathroom and slams the door, locking it.
Chris looks at the bathroom door. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. He snatches the blankets on the bed and straightens them. Lita's journal falls on the floor. Jericho finishes making the bed and bends down to grab the journal. He sits down on the bed and opens the journal. He flips through some pages and stops at the entry from last night. Scrolling through the sentences, he sees a sentence that says:
'Chris Jericho is the nicest guy I've ever met..' He turns the page and continues reading. 'Sitting in this bed.. thinking about how nice of a guy he is. A couple minutes ago, I peeked out of the bedroom and seen him sleeping. I smiled. He actually looked cute! I walked over to him and kissed his forehead. I whispered "Thank you" and I walked back into the bedroom. He may care about himself, and he may be stubborn, but he can be adorable, plus he helped out by giving me a ride to Seattle. I think he has a soft spot in his heart.'
Chris closes the journal slowly. His lips curl into a sexy-like grin. Shaking his head, his over-sized ego says "I cannot be falling in love with her!" He shakes the thought out of his head. "I'm Chris Jericho, the king of the world, the first-ever undisputed champion! I can't fall in love with Lita. I have a career to worry about." He tosses the journal aside and walks out of the bedroom laughing at the thought of him with Lita. "No girl hates me! I'm the sexiest man on Earth!" He struts back to the couch and sits down.
Lita walks out of the bathroom. She is wearing a light pink shirt with a black heart, showing a bit of her belly; a black fishnet under it, black flared jeans with a pink sparkly belt, black shoes, pink bracelets, and her hair is in pigtails with pink hair ties. She walks into the bedroom and packs up her stuff. She tosses her bag out into the main room and shuts the door. She glances at Chris, as he is watching T.V. "Ready?"
Chris grabs his bag and his keys. They both walk out the door and stroll down the stairs to the first floor. Lita struts outside waiting by the car as Jericho pays for the room.
Lita paces by the car with her bag over her shoulder. Y2J walks quickly to the car holding his bag and carrying his keys. He unlocks the door for Lita and she hops in. Chris jogs to his side of the car and throws his bag into the back seat. He shuts the door and starts the car. He looks at Lita and smirks.
"How would you like to be my manager?" He asks all of a sudden.
Lita looks back at him, confusingly. "What?"
"How would you like to be my manager??" He repeats himself.
"I.. uh.. I don't know.. I still wanna be with Matt-"Lita tries to speak.
"You can! This is just business. A storyline idea."
"Let me think about it." Lita replies, showing a small smile.
"Alright." Chris shrugs. He backs out the parking lot and they're on their way to Seattle, Washington.
~End Chapter Four~