Crazy in Love
Title:
Crazy in Love
Rating: PG
Pairing: You'll see.
Summary: The most daring diva today is scared of one thing –
love. And she's going to make the biggest mistake of her life if
she doesn't watch herself.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I
don't own the WWE or any of the characters used. Wish I did, but.
Note: Woohoo, finally an update! ) I just realized I
haven't updated this thing in over a year, so… here you go.
xxx
"Lita, what the fuck are you doing?"
The fiery redhead's roommate queried angrily as she walked into the room, attempting to fix a pair of pearl earrings onto her ears. She was preparing herself for the wedding that was being held later on that evening – the wedding of Chris Jericho and Stacy Keibler. The diva cocked an eyebrow in return, wasn't it obvious? A pair of grey sweats covered her lean body, the body that was curled up on the sofa, hand resting on her knee. In that hand was a remote control; pointed at the television blaring loudly in front of her. Beside her was a bowl of salted and buttered popcorn, half-eaten.
"Trish, I thought you were smarter than that." She rolled her eyes sarcastically, free hand dipping into the bowl and emerging with a handful of popcorn. Tossing it gently into her mouth and chewing it, she looked over at Trish Stratus pointedly. "What!" Trish closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a breath of air as she inwardly counted to ten. Her friend had a tendency to be quite annoying at times and this was no exception. "You know exactly what. Why aren't you dressed?" Lita sent the smaller blonde an innocent smile. "I am dressed." Trish rubbed her temples in frustration, then clutched her dress delicately (not wanting to mess it up) as she gingerly sat down on the couch beside her roommate. "Lita, if you're planning on going to the wedding dressed like that, I think I'm going to have to get angry." A hand was waved airily beside her. "Chill, Trish." The redhead stated quietly. "I'm not going."
It took a moment for the statement to sink in.
"What?"
"I'm not going."
Through gritted teeth, Trish answered, "And why is that, Li?"
"I don't feel like it."
"Or because you don't feel like seeing Chris."
"That might contribute to why I'm not going."
"That's funny, Li… because I could've sworn you were." The now furious blonde stood up from her spot beside her best friend, eyes blazing. She was angry with her and Lita knew it. But the funniest thing right now was that she didn't care. Right now, she didn't care what was happening with anyone, anywhere, anytime. The world seemed to return the favour. The two divas looked at each other; at that moment, their eyes met. Trish looked hurt, her eyes showed that. "You promised me!" She let out a frustrated scream. "And more importantly, you promised Chris!"
Lita had been about to reply - her mouth was half-open – when she caught the expression on her friend's face. Her voice cracked, "… I can't go." She looked downwards, anywhere but Trish's face. Her hands. Yes, there was a good place to start. "Yes, you can." Trish was adamant about this – Lita was going to go whether she liked it or not. Her chin jutted out stubbornly, her hands on her hips as she looked at her best friend sitting there in front of her – twiddling her thumbs, her red tresses covering her beautiful sculpted face that was likely marred by features of depression. "Li.. I know you're strong enough to do this. Be the girl I know you are, be the woman I know and love. Please, Li.. I know that deep down inside, you can somehow pluck up the courage to go and watch your best friend get married on what's supposed to be the happiest day of his life." She watched a hand rake through Lita's hair. "If you're not there, he won't be that happy."
"If I'm there, I won't be that happy either." A muffled voice came from behind all the red locks of hair. Trish sighed, sitting back down on the couch beside her, hand on her friend's shoulder. "I know, baby, I know," She coaxed soothingly. "But the pain will go away eventually. Right now… I think you should just focus being there for your best friend,"
There was a moment's silence as Lita considered this. Be there for her friend, but still lose him forever to one of the dopiest people she knew? Or not even go, break her friend's heart, but still lose him to Stacy? It was a lose-lose situation either way, as far as she was concerned. The only difference was that she never ever wanted to hurt Chris, so for now, she surmised she would go with option A.
"Okay."
"You'll go!"
She nodded. Trish knew her heart was breaking.
"Thank you Li… you'll have made him so happy." An odd look crossed Trish's face as she stood up for a moment and crossed the room. "Hold on for a moment, will you?" Lita sat there, her whole body numb. She couldn't explain the way she was feeling right now because she didn't think she was feeling anything right now. She just felt… neutral. Empty, broken inside. Trish returned, fist closed. Something was held in her hand. She opened it and resting there was a silver necklace, one that had a heart dangling from the end. Lita felt her throat constrict just looking at it – he'd given it to her last year for her birthday. "Wear it. For good luck." She grabbed Lita's hand – Lita didn't seem to be functioning herself – and dropped it in it. "I'll leave you to it. I just want you to know that you made the right decision. He won't forget this."
At those words, one thought crossed through Lita's mind: 'I know I never will.'
