A/N: This is a response to the I-Pod Shuffle Challenge. Set your I-Pod to shuffle and take the first ten songs you get and write a series of oneshots to your favorite pairing. Mine is Trish/Jericho (obviously, LOL), so I'll use them. Guys, I apologize in advance if this isn't my best work. I wanted to give this challenge a shot, but I'm not sure how good it will be. Reviews are appreciated :) Thanks.
Song 1: Baby, We're Invincible by A Rocket to The Moon
As Chris made his way from the gorilla position to the locker room, he noticed that Trish Stratus was leaning up against the wall, her head in her hands and her shoulders shaking. Was she crying? He wasn't positive, but it sure seemed like it to him. He wanted nothing more than to go up to the beautiful woman and offer her comfort, allow her to cry on his shoulder, and just tell her what he had been longing to say for so long.
I see you
I'm waiting to make my move
But I'm scared
And I know that you got
Better things to do
Chris Jericho was in love with Trish Stratus, and had been for a while. He didn't want to bother her though, and besides, he was scared. The two of them had such a wonderful friendship, and Chris knew that Trish had just gotten out of a messy relationship with his former best friend, Christian Cage. He and Trish shared a special bond that he'd never had with anyone else, and if he were to reveal his feelings and she turned him down, well, it would crush him. For so long, Chris had wanted Trish. He wanted to kiss her soft lips and stroke her silky, long blonde hair, and make her feel like the most special girl in the world. The other guys had always made fun of him for being a hopeless romantic, but Chris didn't care. He knew that Trish was used to being treated as an object, only valued for her body. Nobody had even bothered to try and get to know what was behind those beautiful eyes, but Chris wanted to. He wanted to be the first to show Trish that he cared about her mind as well as her body. It wasn't about sex to him, it was about love. Romance. All that mushy junk.
If I could take these words
And fill them up with air
I'd fly you to the stars
So we can disappear
If I could take your heart
And keep it close to me
I swear it will not break
I swear it will not bleed
Chris looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming. The huge backstage area was empty except for himself and Trish, who was now in a sitting position, her hair hanging over her face and her shoulders still shaking. Chris took a deep breath and decided that now was as good a time as any to make his move. Here goes, he told himself. He was still a little unsure of being rejected, but even if Trish did turn him down, at least she would know how he felt about her. The feelings had been boiling inside of him for way too long, and he couldn't stand it anymore. Trish needed to know.
"Trish? Can I talk to you for a second?"
Song 1 of 10…more to come soon :) Sorry this was so short.