A/N: Um...Yeah. It's fluffy, it's sappy, it's kind of funny— Well,
maybe it's not all of those things, and maybe I just say that to boost my
self-esteem. ...Yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, so stop asking me, damn it. Vince McMahon owns
the WWF and the Alliance. Names and characters belong to WWFE and Titan Sports.
Copyright 2001.
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Chris Jericho didn't trust his heart at this very moment. Probably because it
was telling him to fall for Stephanie McMahon Helmsley. "Of all the
girls," He whispered to himself. "Of all the girls, I had to fall for
her. I could have fallen for Molly, or Lita—"
"What about me?" Lita asked behind him. He turned around and grinned
sheepishly. He grinned. "Uh...Hiya, chick!" He exclaimed, pulling her
in for a big hug. She didn't hug him back; she just stared at him as if he'd
gone crazy.
She pulled away from him. "Chris, are you feeling okay?" She clamped a
hand to his sweaty forehead. "Ew..." She groaned, wiping off the sweat
on her jeans. "What's up with you today?"
"N-Nothing. Nothing is up. Except the sky." Chris grinned again, and
rubbed his hands together. Lita blinked. "Okay," She said slowly,
taking time to pronounce each word. "I am going to go get Matt and Jeff,
and we're going to take you to a SPECIAL doctor."
He mocked laughed. "Heh, Lita, that's just SO original." She shrugged.
"Suit yourself. I am going to get a water from the cafeteria. Want to come
with?" Chris smiled at her innocence. "Nah, I am going to stay
here."
She nodded. "Special doctor..." She whispered as she walked away.
Chris laughed to himself. You can always have a good time with any member of the
Team Extreme, he laughed to himself. "What do you want?" A whiny voice
broke out behind him.
Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, the Billion-Dollar Princess herself asked as she saw
Chris Jericho. "This is MY hallway." She declared.
"Your hallway? I don't see your name on it." He sneered. Stephanie's
eyes grew big in anger. She took a pen out of her purse and scrawled
"Stephanie Mac" on the wall. Chris chuckled. "That's vandalism,
you know. You can get arrested for that." Stephanie shrugged. "I am
Stephanie McMahon, damn it. I don't get arrested." And then she threw the
pen in Chris's hand. She ran away.
Chris stared at the pen in his hand. He clutched it to his heart. Matt and Jeff
saw the whole scene from around the corner.
"He has it bad," Matt whispered.
"I'll say he does." Jeff nodded as Chris walked away, slipping the pen
into his pocket.
*
Lita was filing her nails when she heard the big news. Chris Jericho has a thing
for Stephanie McMahon? News spread quickly around the WWF like a Concorde Jet.
She was sprawled out on the couch, aimlessly pushing the board across her nails.
It was Tuesday, and she already made an appearance at the show. She was bored.
"Lita!" She shot up quickly. "What? I am doing my nails."
She whined to the person who entered the room. "Oh, it's you guys,"
She snorted at Matt and Jeff. "You guys want to go shopping? I am bored as
hell."
Jeff smirked. "You won't be bored after these babies," He carefully
slid out three photos. One was of Stephanie throwing the pen into Chris's hand,
another was of Chris clutching the pen to his heart, and the last was of him
slipping it into his pocket. "As Christian would say, these things are
reeking in goldage."
Lita gasped. "Matt! Jeff! Where the hell did you get these? These are
priceless! We can make a fortune!" Matt blinked. "We're not selling
them, honey." Lita pouted. "Why not? Then we can afford the engagement
ring..."
"Engagement ring?" Jeff asked, wrinkling his nose.
Matt nervously fiddled with his jacket zipper.
Jeff threw his brother a funny glance. "Anyway, we got to talk to Chris
about these. We just have to see his reaction." Lita grinned. "I'd pay
good money to see it. I mean, it's not like he can deny it..."
"God bless the photograph." Matt smirked.
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