Disclaimer: Vinny Mac owns everything from the WWF. (Ha, his head was way up Rikishi’s ass. *Giggles*)
A/N: Oh no! The Angel is back with her horrible Smoochy Dreamer fics! Hide! *Sigh* I don’t understand why people are so afraid of me.
Dedication: This is dedicated to Stardust Firebolt, for having great
enthusiasm for the Smoochy Dreamers!
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It was the holidays. Again. Stephanie McMahon—Helmsley just didn’t understand what the big deal was. She never liked the holidays as a kid, being that her and her family were never in one place.
Sure, she’d have the finest presents, the tastiest eggnog, and she always got a place on Santa’s lap. But it would have all been better if she was just at home, in her own bed with the Barbie patterns.
"Hey, Steph. Happy holidays," It was Debra and Stone Cold behind her, they had their bags in tow. Steph turned her head to the couple. She really didn’t like them. They were happy. And her and Hunter weren’t.
She grinned at Stone Cold and hugged Debra. "Thanks, guys. You have a happy holiday yourselves."
"What are you planning to do during the holidays?" Debra asked, setting her shopping bags down.
"I don’t know, honestly. Hunter and I are probably going to spend the holidays apart," She said, rubbing her neck. She could feel the beads of sweat forming down her forehead.
Debra frowned. "Aw, honey. It’ll be okay. Trust me, you and Hunter are one of the happiest couples I know. If you guys can work it out, anyone can."
Her words of comfort did not console a distressed Stephanie. But, nonetheless, she reached out and hugged Debra again. "I really think it’s the end, though," Stephanie sniffed. "I don’t think we can make it."
Debra held on tighter. "Listen to me. It’s the holidays. It’s the time for giving, hoping, and laughing. Keep giving, hoping, and laughing." She reached into her bag and pulled out a velvet red box, rectangular in shape.
"This is for you, Steph. I know it’ll make you happy."
Stephanie opened the box to find a crystal snowball. It was beautiful. When held in light, the light would be captured to beautiful rainbow colors. "Debra, it’s beautiful. But you didn’t have to—"
"Yes, I did." Debra squeezed Stephanie’s shoulder. "A wonderful woman like you deserves color. Merry Christmas, Stephanie." Without another glance, Debra and Stone Cold were gone.
Stephanie stared after them. "Merry Christmas," She muttered. The snowball felt heavy in her hand. But she had to admit, she really liked it. But it was so heavy. Like her heart.
"Ho, ho, ho." A whiny voice said behind her. A whiny, familiar voice.
"Die." Stephanie sighed. She slid the snowball back into the box.
Chris looked at the wonderfully colored ball in the box, and then he smirked. "Well, one of your customers sure pays you good, huh?"
Stephanie shot him her best death glare. "You know what Jericho…" She pointed a finger at him, shaking it wildly.
"Yes, Stephy-Poo?" Chris smiled and cocked his head.
She felt like hurling. "I HATE you." She said simply, all of her anger and rage mustering up in her voice.
"Ooh. That hurt." Jericho smirked. "Listen, Stephy. I don’t like you, either. But I do love when we have these little conversations. Agree?"
Stephanie’s left eye twitched furiously. "No." She mumbled.
"Nada?" Chris said, a little hurt in his voice. "Well, Steph. Sorry you don’t feel that way." He slapped something into the palm of her hand. "Merry Christmas." He strolled off in a very arrogant manner.
She stared after him. Then looked to what was in her hand. It was probably something distasteful and inappropriate.
It was a crumpled up ten dollar bill, with a little note.
Steph—No one likes to have a prostitute during the holidays, so you’ll be out of money for a few days. Hope this helps.
Stephanie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
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