Chapter 2

"I'm glad you made me talk to him today," Stephanie commented when Chris came into the room. It was later that night, and the two best friends were in their shared hotel room getting ready for bed. She had taken her shower already, and he had just gotten finished as well.

Chris sat down on the unoccupied bed and looked at Stephanie, who was sitting on the room's other bed. They always roomed together, and they always got rooms with two beds in them if at all possible. "Well, somebody had to," he said finally with a smirk. "I was getting tired of watching you watch him all the time, you know? It's a bit stalkerish, if that's a word."

"I thought it was gonna be really difficult to talk to him, you know? But you really lightened the situation up, and I'm very...appreciative of you for doing that," she went on. "That made things a lot easier."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for," he said with a smile. "Now enough talk about your beau... Let's talk about Mickie James..."

"There's only one word for her, Chrissy Poo," she said. "Psycho."

"I don't know, Steph. I actually think she's kind of hot," he admitted, lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. "And besides the whole hotness factor, I think she's a pretty interesting person."

"How would you know? You only talked to her briefly today," she pointed out, still sitting cross-legged on the other bed. "I mean, think about it, Chris. She busted her ass, then hopped up, helped us up, and skipped away with her ass showing. How does that make her interesting? Enlighten me, por favor..."

"She skipped away with her very nice ass showing, that's what made her interesting," he said with a grin. "I mean, it was so round and-ow! No pillow-throwing! We're having a serious conversation."

"Serious conversation? You and me? Ha!" she laughed, thinking it was the funniest thing he'd ever said to her. "Serious conversation? I never thought I'd hear that phrase come from your mouth."

"I'm serious, Steph," he insisted, sitting up and tossing the pillow she'd thrown at him back at her. "All joking aside, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since we ran into her, and that was hours ago."

"Aw, how sweet. You have a crush on her!" she exclaimed, jumping up off the bed. "Chrissy has a crush! Chrissy has a crush!"

"Keep it down! These walls are paper thin," he said, putting a finger to his lips.

"Ok, ok," she said, sitting back down. "So what do you like about her most?"

"Well first, she's really pretty," he began with a smile.

"Leave it to you to like her because she's pretty," she muttered. "What is it with you guys liking girls because they're pretty? What about us girls with substance and depth? We just get used, tossed aside, and forgotten about used tampons."

"You didn't let me finish. I also like how excited and energetic she seems to be," he went on, ignoring her reference to used tampons. "Like, her personality is so bubbly and...elastic."

"Yeah, ok," she scoffed. "You like her because she's elastic. A lot of things are elastic. Rubber bands are elastic. That's not a very good reason."

"I think it's a good enough reason," he protested. "And have I ever tried to talk you out of having a crush on Hunter?"

"No," she admitted. "But I've worked with him for a very long time, and you don't even know this Mickie James girl..."

"Relax, Steph. It's not like I'm going to freaking propose to her or something," he said, rolling his eyes playfully. "I mean, I'm allowed to have a crush, right? Because you have a crush and I'm oh-so-lonely because you're always pining after Hunter. Don't you think it's about time I start liking someone?"

"You have a point," she said after a minute, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, I was beginning to wonder if you were a bit queer because you haven't been on a date with a girl in a really long time, and before you speak, I don't count."

"Queer? If I'm so queer, I wouldn't even be thinking about doing this, now would I?" he asked. Before she could ask what he was talking about, he had dived over to her and pinned her to the bed, holding her hands above her head with one powerful hand and straddling her hips. He leaned down close to her and she looked up at him wide-eyed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low and hushed as she stared up at him in disbelief. She was too surprised to even move.

"Proving how, um, not queer I am," he said, flashing her a smile as his lips neared hers. He looked into her eyes, then down at her lips, concentrating on those instead. His head tilted slightly to the right as he stared at her lips. "You know, Steph, you have really nice lips..."

"So they say," she said, a little breathlessly.

"I can see myself kissing these lips," he went on, his lips getting a little closer to her own, grazing them just the slightest bit as he spoke. "Pucker up, Princess... I'm about to give you the smooch of a lifetime!"

"Chris, you idiot, get off me before I knee you in the balls!" she exclaimed, finally breaking out of her trance-like state.

"So you finally acknowledge that I have a set," he muttered, getting off of her and laughing. He hopped over in his bed and laid down, looking over at her. "Maybe you're the queer one, Steph... And maybe your 'crush' on Hunter is really just a cover-up for your crush on Trish or Candice Michelle, or maybe even Mickie..."

"Oh Chris, you got me all figured out! Darn it!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes at him and sitting up. "I'm only pretending to like Hunter, but my real crush is on Mickie... She's so hot!"

"Isn't she, though?" he agreed. "I think I'm going to just jump into this head first and get her number tomorrow."

"You sure do move quickly, you just met her today, remember?" she reminded him.

"I know, but I don't plan on taking the route that you're taking with Hunter," he countered. "Seriously, you need to just tell him how you feel and ask him out or something. Did you see the way he felt like he had to flex his muscles for you earlier? He might already have the hots for you."

"You think so?" she asked, a smile playing at her lips.

"It's a real possibility, Princess, but you'll never know for sure unless you-"

"Talk to him, I know," she finished. "I'll make a deal with you. If you talk to Mickie tomorrow, I'll work up the nerve to talk to Hunter."

"Deal, so start thinking of what you're going to say to him," he told her. He couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face. "Lighten up, Steph, everything's going to go fine."

"If you say so..."

"I do, so let's get some sleep, it's sleepy time," he answered, reaching over to turn the light off. He laid back down on his side and tried to make out her features in the dark. "Goodnight, Steph."

"Night, Chrissy."