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Christmas came and went, leaving a grateful Amy unscathed...things had seemed to blow over with Chris, and Stacy had oddly enough dropped the subject of them being a couple once she got to see them kiss under the mistletoe. It must have been so dull that even the leggy blonde, the one who seemed to want them together more then anything, could tell that there was no spark there. If Amy couldn't remember Christmas Eve so vividly she herself would have thought that she imagined the connection she shared with Chris that night.

The second kiss, the soft sweet one that Stacy witnessed was nothing like the previous one. And it wasn't even because it wasn't urgent and sexy...it was more about how lacklustre it was, the red head could feel that Chris was very reluctant.

She carried on like everything was normal, but deep down it hurt. She knew when this whole thing started that he was in love with a malicious bitch but when this all started she didn't care. Now however it was slowly breaking her heart to know that he loved the blonde bimbo and couldn't see what was right in front of his face. How had she allowed herself to fall for him?

Amy sighed and ran her hand back through her hair as she passed her suitcase to Chris to put in the trunk, if he was going to act like nothing had changed between them then so would she...but she was pretty much sure that she was ready to call off this act before she got anymore attached to him.

She had enjoyed her few days off for Christmas even if they were awkward because of not knowing how to act around the Canadian...but today it was back to buisness as usual, they had another show, the only one between Christmas and the upcoming new year.

Chris smiled at her as he slammed down the trunk, "On the road again..." He began, trying his best to belt the classic tune, "I can't wait to get on the road again."

The red head couldn't help but break into a smile, "You better keep your voice down Chris...you don't want every dog in the neighbourhood chasing us out of here."

He puckered his lower lip, "Ouch."

She laughed and playfully patted his chest before hopping into the green SUV, "Come on Chris we're going to be late..."

Dragging his feet for affect he made his way into the driver's side, "Amy I'll have you know I'm a marvellous singer, spectacular even...you do know about my band Fozzy right...we're huge! There are millions and miiiiiiillions of Jerichoholics and Fozzyaholics all around the world baby." He told her, puffing out his chest and flailing his hands around.

Amy couldn't help but laugh again; reaching across the center console she lightly tapped his face, "I think you better just keep coasting through life on your good looks dear."

"I knew you thought I was a hot piece of man meat."

She had been taking a swig of her bottled water just as he spoke the last part of his sentence, so she couldn't help but spit it out all over the dashboard at his words, "How...in the name of god....do you manage to phrase stuff the way you do?"

"It's called genius."

She rolled her eyes, "Sometimes I wonder if you're alright upstairs." Amy commented, chuckling to herself as she buckled up her seat belt.

One of his eyebrows arched at her, "I think you're more worried about what's going on downstairs with the sexy beast."

"Chris you're a riot, you know that?"

He smiled at her, making her practically melt into the seat, "You know what's funny?"

"What?" She asked, leaning on her hand which was now propped up by the door.

Chris's eyes seemed to have this extra sparkle in them, almost like they held the secrets of the world as she continued to look at him, she felt as though he was trying his hardest to stare straight into her sole, "You never call me Jericho anymore...you actually call me Chris now."

Nervously she tucked the loose strand of hair that she had suddenly realised was in her face behind her ear. Amy hadn't even noticed the transition of Jericho to Chris....he was Jericho when he was just another familiar face of the wrestling world...but now that he was real, now that she knew who he was inside she couldn't call him that anymore. He was Chris the loving caring man, not some gimmick. "I don't know...Jericho feels weird now." She told him, unsure of how else to explain herself.

He laid his head back onto the headrest looking at her intently, "Things sure have changed haven't they?"

Her voice hushed, "Yeah...they have." She responded, watching his lips intently as she felt her own quiver, maybe if she told him how she was feeling he'd kiss her the way she ached for him to at that very moment. Slowly she leaned foreword, never breaking the new found silence between them, this just didn't seem like a time for words.

The tender moment was quickly interrupted by someone abruptly leaning on the horn behind them, giving them the hint to get moving and stop blocking off the exit of the hotel.

The remainder of the drive was pretty quiet; Amy couldn't help but to breathe a deep sigh of relief for how close she had come to spilling her feelings to Chris back there. If the driver hadn't of come along she just might have blurted her soul, she could only thank god that he had spared her the embarrassment. It must have been a sigh, she thought, and she was taking impatient driver just as that. They were a further sign that things were somehow better left unsaid when it came to one Christopher Irvine.

As for Chris himself, he just didn't know what to say to her, he had been feeling such an intense connection with her before they were interrupted and then she just seemed to become immediately distant and cold. He couldn't help but to wonder if maybe she was second guessing letting herself bond with him in case their original plan worked out and Jay would be back in the picture. What he wanted to do was throw the whole scheme out the window and be with her but since it seemed she wanted to keep going he would, any excuse to be close to her.

They arrived at the venue shortly and Chris, Amy, and Stacy were all hanging out in an empty locker room. Just like the drive it was an eerie silence until the red head spoke up, "Stace our tag match is coming up, you want to just head to gorilla?"

Looking back and forth between the two Stacy reluctantly nodded, "Ok."

Amy made her way towards the door and Chris reached out and touched the blondes arm, "Can I talk to you for a second?" He whispered, not wanting the Sanford native to hear.

Stacy's eyes trailed to her friend, "Um I'll meet you in a sec ok Ames, I forgot my elbow pads."

She nodded in response and took off for gorilla on her own while Stacy turned back to Chris.

"I just wanted to make sure that our conversation the other day is going to stay between us..."

The blonde folded her arms over chest, "Honey of course it is, it's not my place to tell her how you feel..."

"Great." He said smiling, thinking the conversation was over. But he was wrong, he should no better by now, at least when it came to Stacy...she certainly wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Little did Chris know that she was about to do just that.

"But..." She continued, "If you don't tell her soon, then I just might have to start dropping some hints."

Chris wined, "Stacy please."

"Chriiisss," She mocked playfully, "Come on this isn't a game...you've fallen in love with this girl, and I know she has feelings for you...I won't allow you both to let this slip through your fingers."

He let out a heavy sigh, "Things are just a little awkward right now."

"Then make them un-awkward." She said forcefully, grabbing her elbow pads and rushing out of the room, leaving Chris completely alone...just him and his thoughts.