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, another update! I tried to make this chapter
a lot longer than what I usually do… so hopefully you guys enjoy
it! Please read and review, I love hearing your feedback! Thanks to
everybody who did last time!
xxx
"Come on, you stupid car, work!" The blonde groaned angrily. She flicked her keys back, turning the car off. With a frustrated sigh, she rested her elbows against the steering wheel, moaning. "Of course it would be like this today…"
The diva sitting beside her in the passenger's seat didn't say a word. She had her elbow propped against the miniscule window sill, cheek placed in her palm. She was staring out the window at the world outside, sitting there in her own daydream. Trish had no idea what Lita was going through right now, but she felt so bad for her.
Flicking her keys back the other way and turning the ignition on, Trish grinned as the engine roared to life. She placed her hand on the gear stick, and, just as she was moving it to back the car out of the driveway, the engine spluttered – it was having a wheezing fit – and died. After a moment's silence, Trish pounded her hand against the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off loudly. Realizing her mistake, she removed her hand from the wheel at once, blushing slightly. "No, no, no, no, no!" She muttered furiously under her breath, raking a hand through her blonde locks and attempting to think of a way to get them to Chris Jericho's wedding.
"Trish," Lita's voice cut through the silence, "We don't have to go." Trish whipped her head around at her best friend, who was still staring soundlessly out the window. She narrowed her eyes dangerously, so that they looked like a snake's and hissed, "We are fucking well going whether you like it or not, missy." She stated, "Whether we are late or not. So don't you try and weasel your way out of this one, Li."
Secretly, Lita was cursing inwardly. She had agreed to go, yes, but she that didn't mean she necessarily wanted to be there. Because she didn't. She didn't want to be there at all… watching her best friend marry an idiot like Stacy Keibler. The thought sent her head spinning, sent her heart plummeting down into her stomach.
There was a noise to her left that disrupted her thoughts. After attempting, again, to start the engine, Trish had gotten out of the car (slamming her door shut behind her) and had kicked the door she had just closed in a fit of anger. Lita now looked over at her in amusement, finally moving her head, watching her fellow diva take out her phone from her Gucci purse and dial a phone number. This was going to be a long while.
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At the church
"So, you're finally tying the knot, Chris," Chris Jericho's fellow blonde Canadian and longtime friend Edge started ominously as he helped him fix his stylish little bowtie. "Looks like it." Chris replied, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "I'm actually a little surprised though, man," Edge nodded sanctimoniously as he finished with the bowtie, and then glanced over at the mirror standing in front of them. He noticed Chris's confused expression and laughed lightly. "I'm not saying this to offend you, man, or to ruin your day," he responded, a grin appearing on his face. "But I'm wondering why you chose Stacy when you had someone else there the whole time."
"What the hell are you on about?"
"Who else? Lita, of course."
"Lita?"
An image of the daring redhead appeared in Jericho's mind. His best friend… she had been there through thick and thin, and yet… she didn't seem supportive of his decision to marry the leggy blonde diva. Her congratulations, when she had given them, had seemed so fake, so unreal… so not Lita. And the reasoning behind that, he didn't know. But he remembered the day he told her quite clearly…
"You're going to marry her." Lita had echoed distantly, her voice flat. Her expression – which had been so excited, because it was the night she had won the Women's Championship for the second time in her career – had crumpled at his words. "Yeah.. I had to, Li, I just had to." Lita had nodded slowly, taking this news in. He had noticed the way her hazel eyes had averted direction from his baby blues, staring down at the floor. For some reason, she hadn't wanted to meet his face. "That's great, Chris, really it is." She had stated finally, a touch of sadness in her voice. She looked up again; her eyes were kind of glassy. "I'm so happy for you."
"What about her?"
"Oh come on, Chris," Another voice cut in. Christian, Edge's brother, cut in. He'd been silent the whole time they had been talking, messing around with his mobile phone. He'd received an urgent message from his girlfriend Trish, who had pleaded for his help. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he was already at the church, he couldn't help her, but had offered another source: Victoria. She hadn't arrived yet, and considering that Trish and Victoria were now good friends, he thought she might be able to lend a helping hand. "Like it's not the most obvious thing in the world."
"It can't be that damn obvious if I don't know!" Chris cried, eyeing the brothers pointedly. "Now, you tell me what the hell you two are both on about, or else!" Edge smirked cockily. "Or else what, Jericho?" Chris just glared warningly at him. "Edge…" The long-haired Canadian held up his hands, acting all terrified. "Chill out, bro!" He straightened up; making sure his cummerbund was on perfectly. He had to look good for this wedding after all. "What we mean about Lita… is that… she's in love with you."
"WHAT?"
Chris whirled around, shock masking his expression. "What the hell are you on about? She's not in love with me; she's my best friend for cryin' out loud!" Christian snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face. "Hello? What's your point?" Chris sat down on one of the chairs in the room, his breathing heavy. "She's not in love with me." His expression was odd, unreadable. "She can't be." Edge let out a low whistle. "I get the feeling she never told you." "Because she's not." Christian placed his hands on Chris's shoulders, shaking him wildly. "God, Chris! It's right there before your own eyes and you don't see it! Lita's been there, she's been in love with you since practically day one! Why the hell do you think she was so upset about you getting engaged to Keibs?" "Uh.." Jericho responded stupidly, his mind an absolute mess. He was about to get married to the girl of his dreams – or so he thought – and now, now Edge and Christian decide to tell him his best friend is in love with him. He was inwardly kicking those two right now. "Because she's in love with you!" The brothers chorused in unison.
There was a few moments of silence, during which time Chris placed his head in his hands and stared at the ground.
He finally spoke up, voice a little shaky. "Guys, am I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?" Edge clapped him on the shoulder friendlily. "I say this as your friend and your friend who is looking out for your best interests and who is not intending on any offense meant by this…" He paused dramatically. "But, yes, I think you are." He grinned almost cheekily. "See you out there." With a curt nod, Christian echoed Edge's words, "Yeah, see you out there." The pair left the room, leaving Jericho to ponder on his own thoughts.
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Back with Trish and Lita
"Thank you Victoria… you are a lifesaver!" The vicious vixen grinned slyly, "I know."
They were driving down the highway to the church, located just out of town. "Seriously… I don't think we would've gotten there if you hadn't been able to come and get us… so thanks a lot!" Trish babbled from the front passenger's seat. "Trish. Honestly. It's fine." Victoria returned with a smile. "Let's just hope we get there on time, alright?" Trish returned the smile, only hers was weaker. "I just… it's like… we just have to… well, you know!" The blonde jerked her head in the direction of the backseat, where Lita had resumed her former position of staring out the window. Victoria nodded sadly. The poor thing.
No one spoke as they continued driving down the highway… until Victoria cursed out loud. There was a huge pileup upcoming and it was their only way out of town. Muttering wicked curses under her breath, Victoria checked her watch, her other hand drumming impatiently on the steering wheel. "Come on, come on..." If the roadblock cleared, they might just make it on time. They were definitely cutting it thin.
Sadly, ten minutes later, it hadn't improved a single bit. Victoria bit her lip as she checked her watch. They were definitely going to be late now; the wedding had probably already begun back in that church.
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At the church
A hush fell over the crowd as the wedding march begun. Chris was standing nervously at the altar, wringing his hands. What on earth was he supposed to do about Lita? And, more importantly, where the hell was she? She'd promised him she'd be there, that she'd be there for him! Even if she did love him, which was highly unlikely, she wouldn't not come… right?
The doors opened to the church and his bride to be walked in. Stacy Keibler. She was a gorgeous girl, yes, she really was. Her usually straight blonde hair was curled into ringlets at the front of her face, the back of her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a strapless white dress that fell to her feet. There were beads sewn into the corset, they formed a pattern on the top. She carried a bouquet of red roses in her arms, they were beautiful. She was beautiful. Chris watched as this girl walked down the aisle towards him, smiling angelically. She loved him. He… loved her.
Once Stacy had made her way down the aisle and everyone else had followed, the true wedding begun. Chris wasn't listening as the priest rambled on about true love and destiny, with their futures awaiting them. He only listened when the priest asked him whether he took Stacy to be his bride. His blue eyes quickly scanned the room – where was Lita? She'd fucking promised him! And now she had missed his wedding! Angrily, he replied to the priest so fiercely he looked taken aback, "I do." He now extended the same question to Stacy, who happily replied with an "I do!" of her own.
"Is there anyone who thinks these two…" The priest's voice trailed off, he had been interrupted by the doors opening again. Three gorgeous divas stood there, looking apologetic and slightly embarrassed. Those three divas were, of course, Lita, Victoria and Trish. Trish and Victoria squeaked apologies and found seats. Lita just stood there for a moment, staring up at Chris, who stared right back. As he watched her, he noticed the necklace hanging around her neck. The silver one, the one that had the heart attached to it. The one he'd given her for her birthday last year. Hazel eyes met blue eyes. "Is there anyone who thinks these two should not be wed? Speak now, or forever hold your peace." The priest continued, ignoring the interruption.
He realized she was the only one who could stop him.
Her eyes were watering. Edge, Christian, Trish and Victoria were all watching them like hawks, waiting for the next move.
She said nothing.
She was containing her words by biting her lips together, trying to ignore the fact that she tasted blood inside her mouth. The look on her face said everything, however. And at that moment, he knew. He truly knew. He knew that what Edge and Christian had said before had been the truth, and, ironically, nothing but the truth.
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
He lifted Stacy's veil. She had the widest smile on her face. It looked as though her cheeks would break if she was anymore cheerful. Tentatively, he paused for a moment. Should he do this? After closing his eyes for a moment, he fought back the feeling inside his stomach and closed the distance between their lips. When he pulled away, he looked over to where Lita had been standing only to see she wasn't standing there anymore.
