DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the wrestlers; they are owned by people who are not me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I didn't think I'd be writing another single chapter fic so soon, but I really wanted to write more of this 'ship, and I'm preparing for Valentine's Day (not that I'll get anything, but I can still prepare).
A/N 2: I can't be bothered using the wrestlers' real names, so even though this is a 'behind-the-scenes' fic, the wrestlers will be referred to by their characters' names.
FEEDBACK: Would be most appreciated. I'm kinda beginning to doubt myself (stupid writer's block), so I'm relying on the feedback more and more.
Stephanie walked in to the arena on Thursday with a happy smile on her face.
"Happy Valentines Day, everyone!" she exclaimed.
"Happy Valentines Day, Steph!" the assorted wrestlers and crew replied. Stephanie, still beaming, walked through to the locker room the divas shared and went straight to her locker.
She studied it for a moment, trying to muster up her 'look of surprise' at the valentines she was about to receive, then opened her locker.
It was empty.
'Maybe they just want to surprise me at lunch', Stephanie thought, and quickly walked out of the room.
Her morning was filled with all kinds of business meetings. One about their latest advertising campaign, one about 'Tough Enough', and the usual pre-match meeting.
Stephanie, though, just let it all wash over her. She simply sat there with a contented smile on her face, thinking about what a lovely, romantic day Valentine's Day was, and how this year would be absolutely perfect.
When the meeting broke up for lunch, Stephanie practically bolted out of her seat and rushed for the locker room. This time she unceremoniously pulled open her locker door.
It was empty.
This time, Stephanie didn't think about any maybes. She just trudged into the lunchroom, grabbed a salad, and went to sit down.
"Steph! Hey, Steph! Over here!" called Lillian, sitting at a table with all the divas. Though she didn't particularly feel like sitting with anyone, she didn't want to be rude, so she trudged over to the table.
"Happy Valentines Day, Steph!" Trish greeted her as she sat down.
"I don't believe in Valentines Day. It's an overcommercialised excuse for Hallmark to make billions of dollars each year," Stephanie stated. The girls shot knowing looks at each other.
"You didn't get any Valentines," they said in unison. Stephanie nodded to show that they were right on the mark.
"Not even from Hunter?" asked Torrie. Stephanie shook her head. They all made sympathetic noises.
It was too much for Stephanie.
"I - I've got to go," she said quickly. She left them cooing over their own valentines.
"Hunter!" she called, spotting him at the end of the hallway outside the lunchroom. She ran over to him.
"Hey, Steph," he greeted her casually.
"Do you remember what today is?" she asked him in a suggestive tone.
"Thursday?" His expression was totally blank.
"No, silly, today," she said, putting emphasis on the last word. Still his expression remained blank. She gave a loud sigh and stomped off, leaving Hunter with the same expression on his face, just waiting to be enlightened.
Stephanie went through the motions that afternoon. She sat through more boring meetings with a huge scowl on her face, prompting quiet questions from the rest of the attendees. The phrase 'she didn't get any valentines' kept on reverberating through her head.
A great feeling of relief swept through her when the final meeting wrapped up. She wasn't required to be there fro the live SmackDown! that night, so for her the day was finally over. She could go back to the hotel and cry herself to sleep.
She trudged tiredly back to the women's locker room and opened her locker in order to grab her bags.
There was something sticking out the vent.
Curiously, she tugged it out of it's awkward resting place, and opened the plain white envelope that simply read 'Stephanie'. Inside was a plain read heart. The only words on it were 'love, You Know Who'.
She smiled, her gloom lifted. Hunter remembered! she thought, elated. She exited the arena smiling and bubbly, just as she had entered it that very morning.
And from behind the door of the women's locker room, Chris Jericho smiled.
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