A/N- THREE MONTHS! Why didn't anyone tell me it's been that long? I'm terrible. I haven't written anything worth reading in ages, so this chapter is lacking and is fairly short. Sorry guys. Review, please.

Most people smoked a cigarette. Some people drank a glass of water. Others cuddled.

Chris Jericho was a fan of all three after sex, but not right now. He had no idea what to do or say. Caylin was laying beside him, breathing heavy, yet completely silent. He had no idea how this had happened. One minute they were arguing, and the next they were desperately trying to get each others clothes off. Two hours and a couple rounds of sex later, he was ready to begin panicking.

He had a million thoughts swirling around in his head.

"She's going to hate me."

"She'll definitely regret this."

"She'll murder me."

"I ruined all chances with her."

"What do I say when she wakes up?"

He glanced down at her. She looked peaceful while she slept. Her hair was covering the majority of her face, but she still looked beautiful. She had her left arm thrown around his abdomen, and her leg was thrown over his. This would be a moment to remember if he wasn't so fearful of what was going to happen when she woke up, which would be soon. It was a little after nine, and she got up anywhere from eight thirty to ten.

He slowly moved her arm off of him and got out of bed. He showered and dressed and returned to the room once more. She was still sleeping soundly on the bed. He watched her for a few moments before leaving. He suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. He didn't want to be near her. He had to get out of the house. He only had one place to go.

Jay's.

"So you just left? Leaving her no explanation at all?" Jay gave his long time friend a look of disappointment. This wasn't at all like Chris.

"Jay, you don't understand. She'd probably wake up and scream rape or something. I had to get out of there. There is no way she is going to want to see me."

"Out of all the dumb things you have done over the years, this is by far the dumbest."

"I didn't come here for a lecture, Jay."

"Chris! You obviously have feelings for her or you wouldn't be this worked up over her. Now get back over there and face her like a man."

"No. I need to let her cool down first. She has a temper problem, man."

"Do you know how cheap and lousy she is going to feel if she wakes up and you're gone? She's going to think you used her." Jay poured himself a cup of coffee and offered Chris one, who declined.

"Maybe I did use her." Chris mumbled, more to himself than to Jay.

"You and I both know that is a lie. I think if you would just go talk to her, everything would be sorted out."

"She's not even going to care that I'm not there, and if I do go back, all that is going to happen is we will argue."

"At least you're communicating." Chris was silent for one of the first times in his life. He had nothing to say. He knew Jay was right, but he knew he was also right, too. Caylin would not want to speak to him after last night. He put his head in his hands as Jay left the room to answer his cell phone. He jerked his head back up when he heard his name.

"Have I seen Chris," Jay looked directly at Chris, waiting for a response. Chris shook his head no, "Sorry Caylin, I haven' talked to him since you guys got in yesterday." Jay never broke eye contact with Chris.

"Do I know where he is," Chris continued to shake his head no, "No, why? Did something happen between you two?" Jay decided to get both sides of the story.

"He just left? That bastard!" Jay pointed towards the front door, telling Chris to go and see who was knocking on it while he was on the phone. Chris could hear Jay talking to Caylin about him as he made his way to the living room. He drowned out their conversation as he opened the door, prepared for it to be some salesman.

"I know, Jay. And when I get a hold of him, I'm going to rip his balls off." Chris's jaw dropped. Caylin was standing in front of him. And she looked pissed. She pushed past him, then grabbed his hand and followed Jay's voice to the kitchen.

"If I saw him, I'd do the exact same thing." Jay continued, drinking his coffee, completely oblivious to the pair approaching him.

"Really? You're a great friend. Most men would lie and stick up for their friends." Caylin continued, only a few feet away from the kitchen.

"Not me. Chris deserves everything he gets."

"Then why was he the one to answer your door?" Jay jumped, spilling his coffee in the process. He turned around and stared.

"Chris! When did you get here?" Jay gave a small attempt at a laugh, but it was cut off by Caylin's glare.

"I will yell at you later for lying," She pointed at Jay, who took a step backwards in fear, "But right now, I'm taking you away." She grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him out of the house.

Caylin had her car parked in the driveway, and made Chris get in the passenger seat. Like a love sick puppy, he did it without argument. He was, however, fearful of where she was taking him. He figured she had a dungeon somewhere and was going to kill him and cut his body into a million little pieces. Her silence was killing him, but a few miles down the road, she broke that silence.

"You're a jackass."

"I know."

"You're heartless."

"I know."

"You're cruel."

"I know."

"You had sex with me."

"I know."

"You made me fall for you."

"I....what?"