I've had this story finished on FanFiction for a few months, so I'm finally going to post the rest of the chapters on here!  Hopefully you guys are still with me, even though I suck at updating this story. D:

Disclaimer: I own no one but Sabrina.  Chris Jericho belongs to himself (or the WWE, I'm not entirely sure).

***

Sabrina woke up, but she didn't open her eyes.

Her head was pounding and she felt a little dizzy. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would be blinded by the sun coming in through the window.

Eventually, she decided she should open her eyes. She had no idea what kind of disarray her apartment was in after last night, so she wanted to get a head start on cleaning.

She opened her eyes and groaned. The light was brighter than she expected, because she was in the living room, not her room. The window was twice the size of her bedroom window, and the curtains were open, not blocking any of the light.

She sat up and looked around. The room was empty except for her, and it didn't look as bad as she was expecting.

"Chris?"

There was no response, so she assumed he was still sleeping. She got up, grabbed her crutches, and went over to the kitchen. She opened a cabinet and grabbed some Advil. After filling a cup with water, she took the medicine, and went in search of Chris.

She looked in her room and the bathroom, but she didn't find him. She walked further into the bathroom and found him in the bathtub, snoring.

Sabrina giggled. She turned on the shower, putting it on the coldest temperature, and quickly shut the shower curtain and backed away.

Chris was faster than she'd ever seen him.

"What the...?!" He yells, standing up and pushing the curtain out of the way.

Sabrina had leaned one of her crutches in the doorway, and had the other one in front of her. She was resting her hands and head on it.

"Good morning," She says, smirking.

"What the fuck, Sabrina?!" He asks.

"If you didn't like it, you would've turned the water off," She points out.

Chris squints and looks into the water. He sighs and turns the water off.

"You're lucky you have that huge cast on your leg, or you'd be drowning in this bathtub," He says.

"You were sleeping; I thought I'd wake you up." She shrugs.

"By turning on the water?"

"Yes," She says. "It makes perfect sense. What doesn't make sense is that you threatened to kill me because you got a little wet."

"I'm soaking!" He exclaims. "You're lucky that's all I threatened to do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks. "What could possibly be worse than death?"

"Hmm..." Chris says, stroking his chin and looking off into the distance. Sabrina looks where he's looking, but doesn't see anything, so she turns back around. He smirks. "I could chop your arm off."

"My arm?"

"Yeah, with a chainsaw."

"Oh, wow, Mr. Jericho, who knew you could be so cruel?" Sabrina asks.

"I've always been cruel," He says.

"It's a good thing I don't have any chainsaws lying around," She says, laughing.

"How is this funny?" He asks. "I could seriously injure you with a chainsaw, and you're laughing?"

Sabrina just looks at him, then says, "Do you want some Advil?"

"Yes please."

***

"Hey, I've been thinking."

It was now two days later, and Sabrina was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Chris just came from his room, where he had been talking to someone.

"About what?" He asks.

"I think that you should meet my family," Sabrina says. "Well, not Heath, since you know him, but everyone else."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," She says. "Even if we weren't going out, I'd still want you to meet them. I don't want my dad thinking there's some strange man living with me."

"I am a strange man," Chris says.

"Don't tell my dad that. He'll shoot you." His eyes widen and he stares at her. She laughs. "Your face is priceless! But it's true. My dad would probably shoot any guy within a five foot radius of me if he thought they were going to try something."

"But..."

"Don't worry. I'll let him know you're my boyfriend," She reassures him. "He probably won't shoot you."

"Probably?"

She shrugs. "He normally doesn't shoot my boyfriends, but who knows?"

"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" He asks.

"Relax," She says. "I'll make sure he doesn't shoot you."

"Can I just not go?"

"No, you're coming!" She says. "I want to surprise my cousin – you know, the one I told you about? You're his favorite Superstar, and I already told him that I had a surprise."

Chris is silent for a few seconds, then says, "Fine, I'll go."

"Great!" She exclaims. "Hey, bend down and hug me. It's easier than standing up."

He laughs, but does as he was told. "You're very convincing, you know that?"

"No, my dad's gun is very convincing," She corrects him. "It had nothing to do with me."

"It had some to do with you," He protests. "But, yeah, you're right, it mostly had to do with your dad's gun."

"Well, I'm glad to know that I had something to do with it," She says, rolling her eyes. "Well, it's Tuesday now, and I told them that we'd drive to Pineville on Saturday. Is that cool with you?"

"Fine with me," He says.

Sabrina turns her attention back to the TV, where a rerun of Pretty Little Liars is playing. A few seconds later, she turns down the volume and looks back at Chris.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"It still feels weird just sitting around doing nothing on a Tuesday instead of filming SmackDown," She says. "It just doesn't feel right."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," He says. "I've been feeling that way these past few Mondays, since I'm not on Raw."

"I haven't even watched any wrestling since I've been home," She says. "I DVR every episode, but I usually delete them whenever I come home, since I'm usually on them and I know what happened. But I have the past few weeks' episodes still on it."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Let's indulge in some wrestling."