I don’t understand it. He saved me from a vicious man, who was intoxicated. He saved me. That would make him my savior.
But I don’t want him to touch me.
Maybe it’s because I am not used to him in that way. I feel like a five-year-old girl who still thinks boys are "icky." Well, not all boys…But Chris Jericho certainly is.
Stephanie looked up from her journal writing to see Trish. "Oh, hey, Trish." Trish grinned. "Writing in your journal?" Stephanie looked from her book to Trish and sighed.
"How did you know?"
"Wild guess." Trish smiled. "Anyway, listen. I heard about you and Stone Cold…And…Um…"
Stephanie blinked. "Chris?"
Trish nodded. "My room is right next to his, and he was a mess last night. He was either screaming, crying, or watching pay per view." She paused to see Steph’s shock and continued.
"He was really angry at Austin, from what Benoit and I heard." Trish shrugged.
Stephanie grinned. "How would Benoit have heard it with you?"
Trish bit her lip and blushed.
"Ooh…Trish," Stephanie giggled. "Benoit is a good guy." The two women shared a sigh.
"Say, do you know about the Vermont trip?" Stephanie asked.
Turning down the hall, Trish nodded. "Yeah. Big Show told me."
*
"Okay, well, I am sure we’ve all heard of the recent brainchild of myself," Vince gloated proudly, "we should all let loose for twelve days and go to Vermont. And I’ve already cleared it up with the site, and they said it would be great."
The people sitting around Vince’s table cheered. He grinned and continued. "However, there aren’t enough cabins for us all. So we’re going to have to use them in pairs of two. Now, listen. I want everyone to write their name on a piece of paper, rip it off, and drop it in the hat."
Some guys started searching for their pens and paper.
Stephanie folded her hands in her lap. She wanted to enjoy this trip, and didn’t want a dolt of a person to spend it with. Against her better judgement, she dropped her name into the hat.
When they had all went, Vince pulled out the first name. "Vincent K McMahon is going with…RIC FLAIR?! What the hell?"
Ric Flair stood there with a goofy grin on his face. "WOO!" He said.
Vince sobbed in his hands.
Ric took over. "Now, pass this around the table, and whoever’s name you pick, you go with. If you pick yourself, drop the name back in and pick another one."
Triple H was first. He had picked Billy Gunn. "Damn." He huffed.
Trish had picked Lita.
Jeff had picked Torrie. (A/N: How many girls wanna be Torrie Wilson? ^_^)
Matt had picked Bradshaw.
Stephanie had picked…Stephanie.
"Shit." She muttered. She dropped her name back into the hat, and picked out another one. She opened it carefully, and it read…
Chris Jericho.
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