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Author's note: Well I don't really know why I didn't get any comments or reviews. Is this story really THAT bad? Anyway, I will continue. I hope you like it.

It was 3 hours before the show started. Christina wanted to be there soon enough. She always was, but today is special. So she sits on a bench in front of the arena and stares a hole in the securitys who build up the barriers for the entrance later that evening.

She was lost in her thoughts about the signing with Chris Jericho this afternoon. She couldn't stop to think about him. He was so handsome, so politely and charming. He was different to all the other people she met in her life before. He treated her well, even she was only a fan. She could tell they got a special connection. Something that's more than just a fan/idol-relationship. But maybe she was just illusional, maybe she build just more in this whole conversation and this hug they had. That hug… Christina never felt so safe in her whole life. This wonderful moment, to be held by someone, to feel the warmth of someone, she never felt like that. Chris gave her a feeling of security and protection. She watched at the program she bought some minutes before and searched for Chris' profile.

She smiled as she found it. He got his typical heel-smirk on his lips, and wore his new ring attire. The photo showed perfectly that new attitude he got as a heel. Regretless, disrespectful and disturbed. And the people buy everything of it. They eat up every word he's saying, every gesture he's making. She's sure that the people will also tonight. But his eyes were the same, the same wondeful steelblue she fell for hours before. What? Wait… she fell for?

"I fell for Chris Jericho?", she ask herself over and over again. She couldn't believe it. But he just was her favourite wrestler, she just loved the promos from him. Did she really… fell in love with Chris? Her mind go crazy, her hands began to shiver.

She thought about how their hands have touched earlier, she felt like a lightning would stroke her. His hug, his arms, they made her feel safe. If he looked at her, she looked on the ground because she don't dare to make any eye contact. She was too shy for it. It's the first time ever she feel that way. These wonderful feelings, the warmth that overcomes her when she thought about him. Well, if she think about it all over and over again, she came on a final outcome: She loves Chris Jericho.

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~Meanwhile at the arena~

Chris Jericho sat on one of the hard chairs at the tribune of the arena. Here he has the quietness he needs to think. The WWE employees checked the ring for a last time, fixed the ropes and the anchorages on the ground. Other guys do a last check on the lights and the music. Everything is ready for tonight. It should be great - it's sold out, there will be 12.000 cheering and booing WWE fans. But he doesn't care about them, only one is special. Chris smiled. That young woman, Christina, way much younger than him, will be there as well. On the drive to their hotel, Chris thought a lot. Could it be, that he fell in love with a fan? Well, honestly she wasn't a fan. She meant something more to him. As he saw her the first time earlier, he was electrified, amazed. She was not like the others, she was real. They doesn't talked very much, but he felt they make each other complete in a wonderful way. Her eyes took his attention while and then. They were beautiful. Green and deep. Full of love and dreams. Ready for him to get lost in them. If she looked at him, his knees got weak. The kindness in her words made him speechless and gave him a feelings of comfortable heat in his chest. When he think about her, his throat got dry, his hands feel sweat.

It was a long time ago he felt something like that when he saw a woman. And if he's honest to himself, it never was that strong. Feelings overwhelmed him as he thought about her: Protection. Togetherness. Affection. He want to care for her, stand by her side and protect her from that cruel world outside. One big question came in his mind: Is that love?

He stared a few moments at the seat before him and nodded to himself. It definitely was, he never was so sure about it. It was love. Pure and true. They belong together, forever and ever. He have to see her again, he have to tell her how he feel for her. But how should he? He hadn't a phone number from her, no e-mail adress, he don't know where she lives, nothing. Nothing! Just her name and the knowledge that she would be somewhere here tonight. One out of thousands. His feeling of joy turns out to a bad, sucking feeling of sadness. Chris thought hard. His chest burns and his head began to hurt. He have to tell her, at least he have to see her again. Otherwise it would break his heart, he only got tonight.

He looked around the still empty arena, thought how he could find her afterwards. He blinked with his eyes and a big smile came over his face. "Pete!", he said to himself as he saw the big 6'2 high machine walking in the ground floor, "you're my last chance to find the love of my life…"