What the hell was I doing? Psshh I knew exactly what i was doing. Making out with the self proclaimed Awesome One the Miz in some stupid bar. And yes I was pretty drunk. Thats only part of the reason why I was here with this cocky asshole. I knew that he only wanted a hit and run and I didn't really care. Why not? I felt better, well not better but Mike made me forget all the pain that still hadn't left yet. Funny how he left but the pain didn't. I had been in a relationship with Cody Rhodes until ohh say around 6 months ago. Everything had been going good or so I thought until one day Cody brought home another girl and told me I had an hour to pack my shit and get out. He said that he was just humoring me the whole time and I couldn't compare to Jessica I think her name was, his fake blonde tramp. To say that I was hurt was a total understatement. I was confused and devastated. I loved Cody so fuckin much and then he goes and does that?! That had broken me. HE had broken me. It took me forever to get over him and I still after all the shit he's done to me, have feelings for him. I wish that they would disappear. I didn't want them nor did I need them. They were worthless anyhow.
I felt Mike's hand slid down to my ass roughly slamming me back first up against the wall. I think we were in a corner somewhere so nobody could really see us. That continued on for awhile until I swore I heard someone say my name. Probably just the vodka. Then I heard it again a little bit closer. I ignored it and went back to Mike's mouth.
"Becca? What the hell?" Suddenly Mike was pulled off of me and he stumbled backwards swearing. I grabbed the wall so that I wouldn't face plant. Mike had been the only thing holding me up. The was a guy standing in front of me but his face was a bit blurry so I couldn't quite make out who it was.
"Hey! I wasss bussssyyy with him!" I half slurred half whined. Can't two people make out in a sleazy bar in peace anymore? The guy didn't say anything instead looked over at Mike who had started to get up in his face.
"Dude! Get your own bitch! This ones mine for tonight!" Mike yelled at the strange guy. Then the man punched him in the face sending Mike flying backwards. He was lying on the floor face down and didn't get back up.
"You look familiar buddy... have we fucked before?" Me and alcohol not a good mix. Anything could come out of my mouth.
"No Becca. C'mon. I'm taking you back with me." He said sliding an arm around my waist to make sure I was steady. Blonde spiky hair came into focus along with bright blue eyes.
"Chris? I thought you were gone. You left. I remember!" Chris started guiding me thru the small crowd of people that were in the car and made sure that I didn't crash into anything.
"I was. I still am actually. Fozzy is in town this week." He told me.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh... hehe Fozzy Wozzy wuz a bear!" I sang in a squeaky voice.
"It's Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear babe." Chris informed me.
"You know a bear named Fuzzy?" I asked as I tripped over something and fell forward. Chris quickly pulled my body more into his and opened his car door for me and helped me get in.
"Careful" He warned. Once he got in he started to drive. I shut my eyes and started to bounce my head up and down while humming I Just Had Sex rather loudly.
"What are you doing?" I looked up at Chris stopping the humming.
"What's it look like Christopher Keith?"
"How many drinks have you had tonight?" Chris asked me changing the subject. I counted on my fingers but kept losing count so I slid down in my seat and raised my hands and feet into the air shaking them slightly.
"This many! Mike bought me some of them." Chris growled a little bit.
"Hey!" I exclaimed smacking Chris on the arm hard. "Why'd you punch Mike? Me and him had plansss for tonight mister!" I said angrily tho I wasn't sure why I was mad at Chris. I didn't really care about if me and Mike fucked or not. Chris tightened his grip on the steering wheel before shooting me a glance.
"I don't care. Becca your drunk as hell and all he wanted to do was wham bam thank ya mam! Besides your better then that." He said. I huffed.
"Who gives a fuck what he wanted to do? I don't fuckin care!"
"I do Becca! I couldn't let you do something like that with him of all people! You'd regret it in the morning. I'm just looking out for you!" Chris retorted. I just rolled my eyes and stared out of my window. Neither of us spoke until he pulled into the parking lot of some hotel. I pulled away when he tried to help me out of the car.
"No. I'm fine. Why don't you go stop some other chick from getting it in huh? Its early yet." I mumbled out.
"C'mon don't do this right now. Just let me help you alright?" Chris said in a surprisingly calm voice. After a minute I let him place his arm back around my waist as i put mine around his shoulders. Slowly we walked to the elevator but once again I stumbled as we were getting onto it and I fell up against Chris. Luckily no one else was on. Our faces were almost touching and I could feel every part of his muscular body pressing up against mine. He was staring back at me both of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist keeping me in place. Why was I mad at him again? I found myself leaning in towards him slightly but then the elevator dinged and he walked me down the hall and stopped in front of a room for a second. He pulled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. I somehow managed to make it to his bed without dying. Chris turned on a light and brought me a bottle of water from the mini fridge.
"I don't want that." I told him shoving it into his chest.
"Well too bad. Drink some anyways." Chris replied. Reluctantly I took a few sips. Some water from the water bottle had soaked thru his t-shirt making the muscles more noticeable. Chris then turned away from and went over to his dresser. I came up behind him and grabbed the ends of his shirt with my hands. He jumped a little bit and spun around slowly raising an eyebrow at me.
"What are you doing Bex?" His voice sounding deeper then usual.
"Helping you take your shirt off." I said while sliding my hands and the shirt up his chest and over his head. He didn;t try and stop me, just stood there motionless and let me do it. The shirt dropped soundlessly to the floor our gazes locked onto each other. I broke it when I walked away from him and got into the bed pulling the covers up high. Chris finally was able to move again and went into the bathroom to change and what not. 3 minutes later he came out wearing a pair of red pajama pants. No shirt. Get some sleep ok?" Chris told me and I nodded. He turned the light out and just as I was almost asleep I felt him press a kiss onto my head.
Next Morning- I woke up and immediatley shut my eyes again. Bright bright. Too bright. I hated hangovers so much. Eventually me eyes got used to the light and I was able to look around. Wait. This isn't my room! Ahh where the hell am I? I began to freak out a little bit but then I remembered last night and how Chris had brought me here. Speaking of Chris where was he? There was an aspirin and a glass of water on the bedside table and I gratefully took it before I got up to go find Chris. He was sitting on the couch in the other room watching some TV and fully clothed this time. He looked up when I sat down next to him.
"Hey Becca. Your alive." He joked and I smirked.
"Barely. My head is like gunna explode or something. Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked him and Chris muted the TV letting out a long sigh. He turned around to face me.
"Uh well the shorter version is you were drunk as hell and were gunna go back with Mike-"
"Mike? As in the Miz?" I interupted.
"The very same. Anyway I found you making out with him in some scummy bar, so I punched him in the face and brought you back here." Why tho?
"Why did you punch him?" Chris smiled as he replayed that scene in his head.
"Because you deserved better then him, and he said a few things that pissed me off." Chris explained matter of factly.
"Like what exactly?" I pushed. I really wanted to know.
"He told me to go and get my own bitch to fuck for the night because you were with him. That pissed me the hell off so I punched him." I smiled a little bit at him.
"Thank you. For everything you did last night. And for the aspirin this morning too." I giggled. "And Chris I'm soo sorry that I took your bed! Really" I did feel bad that I kicked him out of his own bed! He took care of me last night and I do that! Chris shook his head.
"It's fine Becca. I didn't mind at all." He sent me a smile. Then I coughed and looked down at my hands. This was gunna be awkward.
"Uhmm I mean did anything happen last night?" I asked nervously.
"Between us?" Chris asked gesturing back and forth between me and him. I nodded.
"No. You did take off my shirt however." He said chuckling. I felt my face go red and I hid in my hands. Oh god... I knew that was gunna be awkward and embarressing.
"Whoops... sorry bout that Chris." I said not taking my face out of my hands. Chris reached over and pulled my hands away and I found myself lost in blue depths.
"Can I ask you something else?" He said his voice quiet.
"Sure"
"Why were you with Mike?" The question caught me off guard for a minute and I didn't reply. After another minute I began.
"I don't know. After him I only do one night stands. And Mike has been after me for months so I wasn't really thinking about it." Chris knew about the whole Cody nightmare but I'm not sure if he knew how bad I still felt.
"I know that you don't want to get hurt again and I get that. But what I don't get is why you have to sleep with guys like Mike. You so much better then that babe."
"Really? Then why did Cody replace me? The guys I hook up with don't give a fuck and they think I'm pretty." I said. Chris leaned closer to me and cupped my cheek in his hand.
"You see what he's done to you Bex? Lots of men think your beautiful. Cody's a fuckin moron duechbag (however u spell it) and you should be happy that he's gone. You don't need him." Did Chris really mean that? Of course he did. He wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. Without knowing what I was doing I leaned in close to Chris almost kissing him but he pulled back slightly. Hesitation was swirling in his eyes a he regarded me.
"I don't wanna be a rebound Becca." He whispered.
"Your not. I really like you Chris. Always have. Fuck Cody and everybody else." Chris stared at me thinking over what I had just told him. Then he wrapped his hands into my hair and kissed me. I kissed him back like my life depended on it and in a way I owed that to him. He gave me my life back. I was done with the one nighters. Instead I only wanted Chris now. Cody may have broken me but Chris was here putting the pieces back together making me whole again. As long as he was with me I'd be complete.

~ I needed 2 do a Jericho one so this came to me. It probably sucked some and if it did I'm sorry. wah! But if it actually dosent't suck then hurray!