Chris was fidgeting. He tapped his finger on his hand as he lay there in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Trish was asleep next to him, but he hadn't been able to fall asleep. No, he was fidgeting, and he couldn't quite figure out why. He started fiddling with the blankets, and he was just very uncomfortable. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and quietly slipped out of bed. He grabbed a sweatshirt, since he was only wearing his pajama pants and then left the hotel room altogether.

He wandered down the hallway and to the elevator. Before he knew what he was doing, he had pressed the "up" button. He tapped his foot in anxiousness and waited for the doors to open, which they did a moment later. He got into the elevator, pushing the button for the floor he wanted and waited to go up and up and up. He walked quickly off the elevator back to his own hotel room, going inside quickly and heading straight for the adjoining door, opening it and walking into Stephanie's bedroom. He threw off his shirt and climbed into bed next to her.

"Stephers, you up?" he whispered. She only moaned and turned her head away from his. "Stephers, get up."

"What!" she snapped angrily. "Snooks, I thought you were spending the night with Trish."

"I was, but I couldn't sleep, and I don't know why."

"Did you have candy before you went to bed?" she said, opening one eye to see him, even though it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.

"No, that's the thing, I was just up, I just couldn't sleep. Oh God, do you think its insomnia? Stephers, do you think I caught insomnia?"

"You can't catch insomnia Snooks. It's not a cold…which I will be catching if I don't get my beauty sleep. You're killing me here Snooks, what time is it anyway?" she asked.

"It's 2:38," he informed her. "I can't sleep, this is a problem. Oh God, I have a problem. But I don't know what the problem is. Is there a problem with Trish?"

"IS there a problem with the blonde bombshell?" she reiterated.

"I don't know, is there?"

"Is there?" she asked.

"IS there?"

"How in the hell would I be able to tell if there was something wrong with her? I'm not the one dating the blonde bombshell. You are, and so you should be the one to know if there was a problem with her."

"Because you have good observational skills. I mean, isn't one of your hobbies bird-watching? Don't you just have to sit there and watch, that's observing."

"Oh yeah, the yellow-breasted wood thistle is my favorite bird," she said sarcastically. "Why didn't you wake HER up Snooks? I mean, if you think there's a problem with her, then you should tell her that you think there's a problem. You shouldn't go running to your best friend who was asleep."

"Why shouldn't I come to you, you just said it, you're my best friend."

"Because I was asleep, I also said that, but apparently super-hearing is not one of the super powers that you possess. Tragic really, you never know when you're going to have to eavesdrop on someone."

"I just can't come out and tell her that I think there might be a problem when I don't know what the problem is."

"Maybe it's all in your head. Maybe it'll be like that television show, you know the one, where it ended up everything was in the imagination of an autistic little boy. Do you remember what I'm talking about? It was a TV show, you should remember. How come I can't remember? Oh yeah, I know, because it's almost three o'clock in the morning!"

"Don't be mad Stephers," he said, turning onto his side to face her.

"Do you love her?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah, I do," Chris said. "I love her a lot."

"Then there shouldn't be a problem."

"I don't know, I think that just being in the same bed with her all night is weird. Maybe I'm just not used to her yet. I mean, I hardly spend any nights over in her bed, I usually spend them with you."

"Don't you think that's kind of sad?" Stephanie said, scrunching up her nose. "That you're more used to being in my bed over a bed with your girlfriend? I mean, to the outside world, the one that thinks rationally and actually, you know, has adult conversations, that's pretty weird."

"So I just have to get used to her," Chris said, settling down in bed. "Yeah, that makes sense. I just have to get used to her. I mean, the first time we slept in the same bed, it was a little weird, and it took me a couple of months to get used to you being there."

"Exactly Snooks, see, you're freaking out over nothing. I mean, if this were something like aliens coming to Earth and shooting laser beams into the world's monuments thus forcing Will Smith to save the world, then we'd have a slight problem. But this is nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now get some sleep," she said. "Because that's what I'm going to be doing, and if you just sit here talking to yourself you're probably going to get answers that you don't want to hear."

"Okay, yeah, sleep is good, sleep is self-replenishing…" Chris settled himself into the bed, pulling the covers over his body and closing his eyes. It wasn't a few moments later that he felt a tapping on his forehead and he opened his eyes.

"You tell me to go to sleep and then you tap on my head like it's a door to Narnia or something," Chris said, annoyed. "If you actually want me to sleep then you might want to let me sleep. Unless you have some strange motive for waking me up. Oh God, plants have taken over the world and we have to save it."

"No, not it at all Snooks, and if your head was a door to Narnia, that would make it near impossible for everyone to get in."

"So why bug me Stephers?"

"You're spending the night here?"

"Well, I was comfortable," Chris answered.

"Does your girlfriend even know you're here?"

"Oh crap, I forgot about Trish," Chris said, sitting up. "I just wanted to come up here to talk to you that I completely forgot about her. I wonder if she's woken up. Probably not. See, this is why I have you, because I'd completely forget about these things."

"No, you'd have nobody to come to in the middle of the night, so you wouldn't have left Trish alone, see how that whole series of events happens. It's like changing the past. Hey, if you could change the past, what would you do?"

"Well obviously I would've stepped out of the way when you spilled hot chocolate off of me."

"So that's your way of negating our entire relationship? Well, that's a low blow Snooks. You should be thanking me for being a clumsy clod and spilling that on you. I mean, then you might not even know my middle name or what I have under my bed."

"I still wish I didn't know what you have under your bed," he said in distaste.

"Go back to your girlfriend Snooks, you'll see me in the morning," she told him, yawning. "You can't just leave her there by herself. She could wake up, think you left her and throw herself off the balcony in your room, and then you'd be a murderer."

"She's on the second floor."

"Yeah, but that could still do damage. It's like they say when people can drown in two inches of water. Two feet is a lot more than two inches."

"Okay, see you in the morning for breakfast?" Chris asked her.

"Unless tomorrow never comes, sit on that for a second."

"It already came, it's after midnight."

"Don't ruin my philosophical moment!"

"Sorry Stephers," he told her as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. "Hope you have dreams filled with Red Vines and a real world Candy Land."

"Don't even tease me like that," Stephanie pouted. "You know that's my ultimate fantasy."

"And here I thought it was of my sexy body," he chuckled.

"Well, if you start wearing candy coated clothing, it might be."

Chris laughed and left Stephanie to her bed and sleeping before heading back to Trish's room. To his delight, Trish wasn't awake and he got back into bed after discarding his sweatshirt. Unfortunately, the movement woke Trish up and she turned to him, sleep in her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Where'd you go?" she asked sleepily.

"I needed to go talk to Stephanie."

"In the middle of the night?" Trish asked.

"Yup, sometimes you just need to discuss some things and this was one of those times, I had something I really needed to discuss with her. I guess there's just been something that's been bugging me. I think I may have figured it out."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Well, I love you."

"I know that," Trish said as she snuggled up to Chris's side. "And you know that I love you too."

"Yeah, I do know that. And I guess what's been bugging me, and I didn't even tell this to Stephanie, because well…I think it was something I needed to discuss with you first."

"Whoa, there's something you wanted to tell me BEFORE you told Stephanie?" Trish asked in awe. "This must really be important if you're telling me first."

"It's like this…I've been thinking about the future," Chris said slowly. "Now normally, the future for me is like next week. Stephanie and I, we don't plan things because like to let life flow over us. That's the way we think. If you plan for things, then you're totally just compartmentalizing your life, you're doing things by the book. Stephanie and I are spontaneous, and I like that. But then I was thinking about the future, and it was weird, because I don't do that."

"Okay…" she said, gently prodding him along.

"And I guess when I looked at the future, I saw you."

"That's sweet," she told him, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"I mean, I saw you and Stephanie, because Stephanie's always going to be there, that wasn't the surprise. The surprise was seeing you there too. I mean, with Stephanie…I always knew she'd be there. Because she's my best friend and I love her, and I know that we are each other's rocks. But then you were there and I don't plan for stuff like that."

"Uh huh…go on…"

"I guess I see myself…wanting to marry you," he told her softly.

"Chris, are you asking me to marry you?" Trish asked in shock. She had not been expecting this. But how could she? Chris was not a serious person, but here he was, being serious to the point where she didn't even recognize him.

"Well, I guess…the option is out there," Chris told her slowly. "I mean, yeah…I guess it is out there."

"Yes! Oh God yes!" Trish squealed in happiness, throwing her body over Chris's and giving him a full-bodied hug. "Oh my God Chris, this is amazing. I'm…oh God, I can't call anyone right now, they're all sleeping, but tomorrow, I'm telling everyone I know."

"I don't uh…have a ring or anything."

"That's okay, we'll get one," she said, whispering into his neck. "Oh Chris, I love you."

"I love you too," he said, hugging her back.

The next morning, Trish was up bright and early, ready to go tell everyone that they were engaged. Chris had to tell one person, knowing Trish would tell everyone else. He went up to her hotel room and found her running around trying to pack everything back up into her suitcase. Her hair was flying around behind her, still damp from her shower and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to him, giving her a hug from behind.

"You know, I had this whole system planned, and I had a timetable, and you're completely screwing up the timetable," Stephanie said. "Did you not see the whole me in motion thing? I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious."

"Pull your hair back, it's flying all over the place and you're just going to get knots in it," he told her. Do you remember when you got knots in your hair, and then you tried to brush them out and the brush got stuck in your hair and you had to call me to come help you get it out."

"Ahh, The Great Brush Incident of 2000," she recalled with a sigh.

"Yeah, so you really should pull it back and out of your face, I wouldn't be surprised if you somehow ended up zipping it into your suitcase," he told her, then grabbed the hair tie from his own hair and proceeded to tie her hair into a ponytail.

"Oh Snooks, you sure know how to treat me well," she said in a bad Southern accent. "I do believe you're the only guy I know who would actually do my hair for me."

"I am."

"So breakfast?" she asked. "I feel like French toast. Did you know that they used to make that out of stale bread because they were like poor or something so they could only get stale bread? It's weird when food has such a great history. I don't have a great history."

"Okay, before we go down and eat, I have news."

"You have news Snooks? Like a news anchor. Wow, do I get my own personal news report? Wait, wait, hold on, I have to pretend that you're on the TV or its just no fun getting the news." She hopped onto the bed and crossed her legs, looking up at him expectantly. "Okay, let's see what's on the old boob tube. Man, that's a really awkward saying. You know, when they came up with that, boob meant a totally different thing, but if you say boob tube now…in today's context…it still somehow holds up."

"Well, this is Chris Jericho with the latest morning news. Seems that Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus are now engaged. Thank you for spending your morning with us," he told her.

Stephanie's jaw dropped and she sat there staring up at him. "Does this TV have Tivo, because I think I need to do a instant replay."

"You heard correctly."

"Um…Snooks, was it not last night that you were telling me how uncomfortable you were in bed with her?"

"It was, but you know what, I think that was just because this has been weighing heavy on my mind," Chris told her.

"Oh…wow…I always knew this day would come, but now that it's here, it's very…wow. I knew that one day, one of us would get married…I just…wow, it's really here."

"What's really here?"

"The day I was replaced…I didn't think it would feel like this, I mean, I don't have many words, which is strange for me because usually I have too many words and it's difficult to find a balance between the two extremes. So then usually I ramble on and on about nothing and everything all at once, and then usually somebody stops me, but I'm noticing that you're not stopping me from talking and talking and talking, why are you stopping me from talking?"

"I'm just trying to wrap my mind around the part where you said that you were getting replaced," Chris told her. "Stephers, when did I ever give you the impression that you were being replaced?"

"Well, look at it this way, I'm your best girl right? I've been #1 in your life for a while right?"

"That's right, I fail to see where this is going, but I'm guessing that you have a roadmap in your mind somewhere, so I'll let you keep going."

"I can't be your #1 anymore, Trish is going to have to be your #1, oh, and when you have kids, oh man, that's going to bump me back down further and further down the list. I may be knocked out of the top five, and there's no way that I can get back in it if you have a wife and kids, it's not like I can win a tournament. I mean, yeah, I can win some tournaments, but not that one."

"You'll still be #1."

"Snooks, there's no way that I can be #1 if I have to compete with your fiancée, oh wow, that's strange, you have a fiancée. Strange things are afloat," she said, but then she smiled. "But you do know that I'm so incredibly ecstatic for you. I'm already planning my speech at the wedding. It's going to start with the time that you were running at the beach and saw that really big seagull coming straight for you and you started running away, but it was really aiming for the garbage can like three feet from you, and you screamed. I think that's a nice anecdote, don't you think?"

"Sounds great," he said, but he was distracted a little bit now.

"So, I'm going to be your best man right? Or your best woman, which is more appropriate to say? Do I wear a suit? Or should I wear like a black dress. Or a black and white dress, like suit and tie colors? I'm running under the assumption you'll wear a tuxedo. Wow…so much to do. Maybe this is my way of compensating for not being #1 anymore. Don't worry Snooks, I'll get used to it. I'll just have to take a small step back from your life."

"What! What are you talking about?" Chris asked, glaring daggers at her. "Step back?"

"Snooks, you're going to be busy with a wedding, and you know, moving in with her and all of that stuff. You won't have that much time now, not with the wedding. Plus, she's going to be your wife, and I'm just the best friend. Haven't you seen all those movies and shows where the best friend takes on a lesser role once the wife is in the picture? Yeah, a little step back won't hurt as long as you come out happy."

Chris looked away for a moment and then kneeled next to the bed so he could look up at Stephanie. She looked at him curiously, knowing that he had something on his mind. "What is it Snooks?"

"Stephers, you will always be #1."

"Huh?"