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CHAPTER 4

~At the show~

Chris looked around in his usual heel - way. The crowd booed like crazy, chanted "loser". He smirked evily and took the mic from Justin Roberts.

"So you think I am a loser?", he asked in a calm, almost hypnotically voice.

The audience yelled much louder now, agreed with him. Chris Jericho is a loser in their opinion.

"Well I tell you something: I couldn't be a loser, because I am not from Salzburg, Austria!"

The people felt insulted right now, no one, even not Chris Jericho, could insult them and call them losers. Austrian people are proud. Now they booed even more, much louder than before. Chris smiled. This is it what heel-business is all about.

"And hell, it feel so good!", he thought. Chris leaned on the top-rope and scanned the crowd for Christina as CM Punk made his entrance. Moments later, their eyes met.

These wonderful green eyes, Chris would find them out of millions. Christina smiled as she recognized that he found her. His hands began to shiver, his knees got weak. And he should wrestle now?

Chris knew, she wouldn't hear him through the crowd's cheering for Punk, but a small "Glad to see you!", escaped his lips. She nodded. "Glad to see YOU!" She pointed at him. Their eyes locked, both knew they got time after the show, but in that very moment, there was nothing but them. 12.000 people around them, but they were for each other.

He knew that she would be with him all the time in this match, so he have to give her the best show he ever did.

And he did…

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After the show, Pete came over to Christina and er grandmother. "Can we young miss?", he asked her.

"Yeah, I guess we're ready.", Christina answered, casually threw her backpack over her shoulder and followed him backstage. She tried not to show her flurry, but she was scared to death. It was her first dinner ever with someone.

She and her granny went after Pete into the backstage-area. Chris was already waiting. After he finished his match, he went quickly into his locker room, took a quick shower and make hisself ready for their dinner. Or was it a date?

"Hey, thanks for coming!", he said as he went to her. He thought about it earlier if he should give her a small hug, first he said no to himself, but before he could clean his mind, his arms wrapped around her.

"I thank you.", Christina answered, "I don't know for what I deserve this pleasure, but thanks."

Her arms went around his waist and like they know each other since forever, she pulled him closer to her. There was it again, this warm feeling of safety, she thought and enjoyed that moment without saying anything.

"You're ready to go?", Chris asked and tried to look in her eyes. She looked up to him and nodded. "Yeah. Absolutely.", she answered and felt that she was staring at Chris. She quickly looked down as Chris began to smile. He loved her shyness. It make her so innocent.

After they drove Christina's grandmother back to the hotel, from this point forward, the evening just belongs to Chris and Christina...

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~Later that evening~

Both sat still at the Italian restaurant. Meanwhile they were alone, the other guests have already left. They had a nice dinner, talked and laughed a lot. They got a lot in common. Both love Canadian hockey, pizza and heavy metal-music, also their favourite bands were the same. They share a lot of small things, think the same way. Chris thought how something could happen. He just was on a signing that actually sucks, but from one minute to another the love of his life enters the room and took his heart away. But he was willing to give it to her.

As she tells about herself, he noticed, she had a hard life as a kid. She was bullied by her classmates, they called her names that he never would dare to say - especially not to a woman. And that all just because she got a bit more weight. She was such a strong-minded person now he thought by himself. Now she is 21, and will finish her apprenticeship next week. She was just adorable. Everything on her. Her deep eyes, the way she think about the world, her shyness and her honesty.

"What about your parents?", he asked softly as he sipped on his cocktail.

She looked down and her happy smile was gone from one moment to another. Chris' heart felt heavy. "Did I say something wrong? Sorry if I did, I…"

She looked up and smiled softly. But it was a painful smile. "No Chris. It's okay, it's just… I never really got one.", she said quietly.

He looked at her. "Oh. I don't want to…", . his voice broke down as he apologized. She shook her head and cut him off. She don't want to make him feel guilty.

"No, it's okay. You couldn't know about it, could you? My parents, especially my father never cared. My mother did not too, but I am in contact with her all holy times. Christmas, my birthday. I'm okay with her. But my dad was that asshole all the time. He did not care what I do, how I am, he never asked if I would need someone to talk as a teen, he never did. I never receive a card to my birthday, a call as I finished school or something. He always was different to my half-brother, he got everything, he treated him like a little prince. He also hurt my grandmother with that, that makes me hate him. If I got the chance, I would kill him fore sure on the worst and brutal way. I just HATE him."

She looked him in his eyes while she explained it to him. And she felt how it strokes Chris like a hard punch in the stomach. He shook his head. "Well, I'm speechless if I'm honest. How…?" His mind was blown and he was shocked at the same time. How could a father do this to his little daughter? He broke her small, innocent heart at this time. Christina is amazing, she's got a heart of gold and is unbelievable intelligent.

"I'm sorry…", Chris said quietly and laid his hand on hers. He looked down and realized how small her hand was against his and gently stroked the soft skin. But he felt that her hand wasn't really enough. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her tight. From now until forever.

She looked at their hands as well and thought about, how gentle Chris was as he took her hand in his. She always thought, that wrestlers would be too tough to show their soft side. Chris was different, she always knew that.

"It's okay, don't worry. I'm through with it.", she said and stroked his thumb with hers.

In that moment of intensity between them, as their eyes locked and stared deep into each other, the waiter came over to them and tear them out of a magical, very intimate moment.

"Sir, I'm pretty sorry that I have to disturb you, but it's very late and we're much over our usual opening time.", he said with a thick italian accent. Chris looked up and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry. We'll leave, could you bring me the check?", Chris answered.

The waiter nodded. "Did we really have to go?", Christina asked and looked at Chris. He nodded almost desperately. "Yeah, I guess. But… do you want to come to me?", he asked and hoped that she will not understand it in a wrong way. He don't want her. Jesus, sure he want her, but not now, not tonight.

She looked down and took the last sip from her cocktail. "Yeah, we could do that. But do you got a phone with you that I can call my grandma and tell her that I will not coming anymore tonight?", she asked. She knew that Chris got nothing bad in mind, so it was totally okay for her to come with him.

He reached in his pocket, took out his phone and handed it to her. "Sure."

She carefully took it and stood up. "You pardon me?", she asked and went into the restroom.

"Granny, hey it's me. I just wanted to ask you if it's a problem if I'd stay with Chris tonight?… well I guess tomorrow morning… yes… granny NO!… yeah I got one with me… I will… alright then, we'll see us tomorrow. Take a good sleep and don't worry, nothing can happen, Chris is with me. Night granny! "

As she left the restroom, Chris was already ready to go. He helped her in her jacket and they leave the restaurant to take the next cab to his hotel.

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~The next morning~

Slowly Christina opened her eyes. The warm morning sun filled the room even through the curtains. She yawned and snuggeled herself one more time in the sheets of the warm bed where Chris and she shared the night. First he wanted to sleep on the couch, but she asked him to sleep with her in the huge bed. They don't touched only once, they got nothing in mind like that, they just shared the bed together. She smiled and buried her face in the big pillow.

Her hands touched across the bed to Chris' side and felt a could nothing. She sat herself up and looked around the room. But the only thing she found was a neat, organized place. His suitcases and bags were gone like his leather-jacket he threw on the couch yesterday.

Her heart felt heavy, she breathed hard and felt like crying. Tears already shot in her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed and saw a letter lying on the nightstand. Once more she rubbed her eyes and took the letter in her hands. It was from Chris:

Morning Chrissy,

I'm so sorry that I couldn't wake up with you today, but as I told you I got a taping in London tomorrow and a house show in Cardiff tonight. So I have to catch a flight very early this morning. I don't wanted to wake you up, just because of saying Goodbye.

But I have bought you a ticket for a flight to London tomorrow. I would love to see you again, it would be great if you could come and we share some time together. You could join the show for sure, I also would be glad to got some support there.

Please don't be angry at me, I wanted to say Goodbye, but you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping, I couldn't wake you up.

I will call you tonight after the show, cause if I'm honest: I already miss you!

We'll hear us tonight

Love Chris

She looked at the piece of paper. "I miss you too.", she said and smiled. She thought about all the things that happened in only two days. She was the luckiest woman in the world. And all because of Chris. Everything is perfect, so perfect…