A/N- A few things to say here. One, if this chapter is utterly horrible, I understand. I wrote this while listening to Mmmbop repeatedly. Second, I have a poll in my profile pertaining to this story, I'd appreciate if you all vote, please! Third, I decided against the POV switching, at least in this chapter. And lastly, there is no conversation online in this one, Sorry. Enjoy!

Online Friends, Offline Enemies

Chris sat in a chair placed near the bed. He had been sitting there for over an hour, just watching. Just watching her sleep. It didn't take long before he began thinking, about everything. He knew he was getting too attached, and that wasn't good. When this storyline was over, she wasn't going to look behind her when she walks away. He knew Caylin would associate herself with him when this was all over with, and he didn't blame her. But over this past month and a half, he has grown to....like her? Maybe even more, but he refused to explore those thoughts and feelings. He was just setting himself up for failure. But lately, he was getting a different vibe from her. Just last night she spent the night in his bed when there was a guest room right down the hall. She called him in the middle of the night because she couldn't sleep. He didn't know what to make of any of it.

"That is kind of creepy, you know?"

"What's that?" Chris asked, moving his eyes down to meet hers. He didn't know she was awake.

"Sitting there staring at me while I was asleep." Caylin smiled, letting him know she was joking.

"A little conceited aren't we? I was simply sitting here since you took up half the bed."

"Are you trying to say something?"

"Yes." Chris laughed at her expression.

"I am NOT fat!"

"Sure, sure, whatever you say."

"This is rich coming from you." Caylin backfired.

"What? I'm not fat."

"Well you certainly aren't what you were six years ago." Caylin's eyes drifted down to Chris's stomach to let him know what she was talking about.

"You obviously don't know the difference between being fat and being toned." Chris shot back. He was the sexy beast. He was not fat. He watched Caylin get off the bed and walk towards him, smirking.

"Then what do you call this?" She pulled his shirt up slightly and pinched the skin together. He was too focused on her touching him to answer her.

"That's where I store all my tolerance for you." Chris joked, finally breaking out of his trance.

"Funny. So what are we going to do today? "

"We can entertain ourselves. I am not leaving. I haven't been home in two weeks." Chris told her.

"Oh! I know! We can invite Christian over!" Chris frowned at the suggestion and the excitement in her voice.

"His name is Jay." Chris informed her for what had to be the millionth time.

"Jay, Christian, what's the difference? I loooove him." Chris had to laugh at her overacting and dramatization.

"You call him. I'm not."

"Give me your cellphone then."

"Why?"

"I don't have his number. Come on Chris, are you going to deny me the little joy I get in life?"

"No, but does it have to be with my best friend?" Chris questioned.

"Yes, now give me your phone." Chris was ready to say no, when an idea popped into his head. Yes, this was just what he needed.

"Actually, I'll call Jay. You go shower or something." Caylin eyed him up; he was up to something. Just a minute ago he was against calling Christi...Jay. Deciding not to question it, Caylin took his advice and headed for the shower. Chris watched her until she was out of sight before calling Jay.

"This better be good, it's before ten." Jay grumbled.

"Morning sunshine. Now listen, get dressed and get your ass over here." Jay rolled his eyes. Chris probably needed someone to tell him if his hair looked okay.

"Chris, your hair is fine, your outfit looks great on you, wear black shoes, they go with anything, don't paint your bedroom red, and I have extra copies of you winning the undisputed title in your closet." Christian rattled off; they were the only reasons Chris ever called him this early.

"Why Jay, thank you. You know, I have been meaning to ask you where my new stack of dvds were with that match on it. I was watching my tape the other night, and right as the ref was counting to three the second time that night, right before I became the undisputed champion, it stopped working, and it was the only copy I had with me at the time. I almost had heart failure. But luckily..."

"CHRIS! Did you want something?" Jay interrupted.

"Yes, I need you to come over."

"But I just covered everything."

"I need you to come stay with Caylin for a few hours."

"I thought she was at the hotel?" Jay questioned

"She came over here last night. Now get the hell over here."

"Why do I need to come over?"

"I need to go get party supplies and she can't know about it. Plus, she has some fangirl crush on you."

"Wrestlers don't get fangirl crushes on another wrestler...."

"Trust me Jay, she 'looovvvveeesss' you." Chris said, quoting Caylin from earlier.

"Can you blame her, I mean, look at me."

"So are you coming over or not?" About that time, Chris heard his front door open and close.

"I'm here." Jay laughed.

"Do you know what knocking means?" Chris asked, still talking through his phone.

"I shouldn't have to knock if you invited me over." Jay was walking through the house, not sure where exactly Chris was.

"Yes, but..."Chris was cut off.

"CHRISTIAN!" Chris frowned as he heard Caylin yelling from downstairs; he thought she was in the shower.

"His name is Jay." Chris mumbled into the phone.

"CAYLIN!" Jay laughed at the excited girl. Maybe Chris wasn't over exaggerating.

"Oh my God, we need to get Adam and I'll die happy." Caylin gushed, as Jay continue to laugh, just as Chris walked into the room.

"Caylin Sue, what did I tell you about acting like this in front of people? He is a person, a wrestler, not God." Chris couldn't believe she was acting this way. She was never starstruck with him.

"No need to be jealous, Christopher." Caylin smirked at Chris's agitated face.

"I thought I told you to get a shower?"

"Sorry dad, but I was hungry." Jay stood back; watching. There was something going on between these two, it was obvious, except to them.

"Well...that is no excuse for calling Jay, Christian. I mean really, Caylin, I'd think after two years you'd know the difference between real and kayfabe."

"....You'd think after fourteen years, you'd learn that Jericho isn't your last name." Caylin reminded him harshly.

"That is different." Chris pointed out.

"Care to explain?"

"No."

"Thought so."

"I don't need to take this abuse, Caylin Sue. I'm going to go...out for awhile, and leave you here." Chris told her.

"And where are you going?" Caylin asked, curiously.

"Out. Be back in a few hours." Chris started heading towards the door, before turning around again.

"Don't rape him, Caylin." Chris slipped out the door with Caylin's mouth hanging wide open.

Caylin stood staring at Jay awkwardly, while planning Chris's death in her mind. He was such a jerk. Did he really need to add that last comment? She wasn't that obsessed. It was things like this that made her hate him.

"Hey, relax, he was only kidding. Chris likes to embarrass people." Jay could sense her thoughts

"You think?"

"Lighten up, he has a good heart."

"I'd like to see it." Jay bit his tongue, tempted to tell her about the party, but that would ruin everything. He had remembered Chris telling him about it earlier in the week, but he had no idea who Caylin was until now.

"Caylin, take it easy on him. He is obnoxious, loudmouthed, conceited, and egotistical, but he wouldn't hurt a fly." Jay walked over and sat down on the couch.

"What are you doing? Trying to get into his pants?" Caylin questioned, sitting on the chair.

"No. I don't see why you two don't get along, you have the same attitude."

"I no longer like you."

"Come on, just ten minutes ago it was "CHRISTIAN!", what has changed?"

"Leave." Caylin demanded, though her smile went against her words.

"You can't make me leave, you don't live here."

"Chris and I have been basically living together for two months, so his home is my home."

"You know that made no sense at all, right?"

"So where did Chris go?" Caylin asked, changing the subject.

"Uh...to visit....some friends." Caylin eyed him up, she could spot a lie when she heard one; like now.

"Ha, Chris with friends, get real. So really, where is he?" Caylin asked again. Jay was silently cursing Chris for putting him in the situation.

"He is...."

"Cody! I don't know what to buy for this party." Chris yelled into his phone, while standing in aisle five at the supermarket.

"Alcohol. Cake. Food."

"Good thinking assclown, now, what kind of food?"

"Edible." Cody responded.

"IF YOU WERE HERE RIGHT NOW I WOULD SMACK YOU!" Chris didn't care that the other people in the aisle were staring at him.

"Get a platter or something. I don't know. Most of the people will be too drunk to eat."

"Not Punk."

"Do you really care enough about Punk to go all out?" Cody asked.

"Absolutely not."

"Didn't think so."

"Thanks for all your help Cody, not really. Tell Ted I said hi." Chris hung up, staring at the food in front of him. A platter sounded good.

Now where to store everything so Caylin wouldn't see it. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Cody again.

"Did you forget to tell me you loved me?" Chris was about ready to unleash his anger when he realized it was Ted.

"No, tell Cody to get down here and pick this food up. I need somewhere to keep it until tomorrow." Chris instructed.

"Yes sir!"

"And tell him to get here NOW!" Chris hung up again, and waited outside for Cody to arrive.

After waiting for fifteen entire minutes, and scolding Cody for his tardiness, Chris finally made his way home, two hours after he originally set out. After deciding against going to get his hair highlighted again, Chris was pleased with his accomplishments thus far today.

"Caylin! Jay! You two better not be naked." Chris covered his eyes as he walked into his house.

"Lighten up, Jay left a half hour ago." He peered through his fingers at Caylin, who was laying on the couch watching a movie on LMN. Chris didn't even know he got LMN. Damn.

"Get off my couch. Chair yours, couch mine." Chris informed her.

"How about no? I'm comfortable." Caylin didn't look up from the TV.

"Why must you make things so complicated?" Chris mumbled as he walked over towards her. She didn't even see him until he lifted her off the couch.

"Chris, put me down!"

"I will, hold on a second." He walked over to the chair and dumped her on it. She sat up straight and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"I hate you."

The rest of the day was filled with constant bickering between the two. A fight over what to watch. A word battle over what to make for dinner. A wrestling match to see who got the shower first, even though there were two. A game of tic-tac-toe to see who had to do dishes. An argument over which wrestling dvd to watch–Chris winning the Undisputed title,of Caylin winning the women's title.

See, constant bickering. It finally settled when they were going to bed.

"You better not be looking at my ass." Caylin warned as they walked up the steps, Chris behind her.

"Not much to look at."

"Asshole." Chris didn't respond as they walked down the hall, stopping in front of Chris's room. An awkward moment followed.

"So...." Chris trailed off.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Night." Chris nodded at her and watched her enter the guest bedroom, before entering his own room. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, knowing tomorrow would be a big day.

He was so out of it, he didn't even hear her enter his room and crawl into bed next to him.