Chapter 27: A New Proposal (part I)

Welcome back, friends. So when we last left our characters, Angel casually informed Chris about her parents' tragic death and Bobby got in trouble with Arn for hugging Angel. Or whatever. Onward and foward:

Chapter 27: A New Proposal

“Hey, Bob, can I talk to you?” Chris asked, rising from his spot on the couch.

Bobby and Chris were hanging around in Chris’ hotel. [not a dressing room? Huzzah! But why does he have a couch in there? Is it a suite?] It was the second day of Bobby’s visit.

“Go ahead.”

“Well, actually, I want to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“Show you something, actually.”

“Chris, do you want to talk to me or not?” Bobby asked, laughing.

“Okay, Okay.” Chris reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box and opened it for Bobby. A gorgeous diamond ring sparkled.

“Sorry, Chris, I’m already married.”

“What do you think?” asked Chris, completely missing one of Bobby’s rare jokes. [maybe because it wasn’t actually funny]

“It’s gorgeous.”

“Do you think Angel will like it?”

“Who wouldn’t? Are you sure you’re ready to get married, Chris?”

“I love her, Bob. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“It’s a big step.”

“I’ve thought about it for a long time. I’m ready.”

“Is she?”

“I hope so.”

“When are you going to ask her?”

“Tonight.”

“What if she says no?”

“Sheesh, Bobby! I can’t think about that now! Happy thoughts! I need happy thoughts!”

Bobby laughed softly.

“Bobby … will you be my best man?” [calm down, Hoss!]

“Chris, I’m honored, but you haven’t even asked her yet.”

“Well, I was a boy scout.”

“So?”

“I’m always prepared.” [lol. Not.]

“I should’ve known.”
============================

Angel groaned as she watched Steve Austin and Brian Pillman enter the ring on a little monitor in her office [watch those modifiers dangle!]. “Stunning” Steve and “Flyin” Brian were two of the most arrogant, annoying people she knew [pfft, whatever. They were awesome.] But, even though she despised them both, it was her job to help them, and Brian was going to need it.

About ¾ of the way through the match, Brian’s ankle made a loud popping sound. Angel cringed. Sounded like a break [expert medical training kicks in!]. He tagged in Steve, who finished off the opponents with a Stungun.

Angel buzzed for an ambulance because she knew Brian would need one. The break was probably the worst Angel had ever seen. Brian was screaming in pain. He was forwarded to the hospital. After signing all of the release forms, Angel said a little prayer for Brian [when did she become religious?] and cleaned up.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

Angel screamed.

“Geez, calm down. It’s only me.” Said Chris, walking over to Angel.

“Sorry, Chris. I’ve just been a little jumpy lately.” [Ok, this might be semi-not-unridiculous if we hadn’t seen this exact scenario play out twice already.]

He put both arms around her waist. “I’ll say. What are you doing tonight?”

“I promised Mrs. Camaletti I’d pet-sit.”

“Who’s Mrs. Calamari?”

“Camaletti. She’s my next-door neighbor. She always watches Wally, Floyd, and Fluffy for me. She’s going to visit her sister in Wisconsin this weekend, so I said I’d watch her pets for her. You’d be able to come over there, but I’m watching her dog and her three cats, Lilly, Tilly, and Milly.”

Chris sneezed suddenly. “I told you that just mentioning them makes me sneeze.”

“Well I never believed it until now. It’s probably just psychosomatic anyway.”

“You tell that to my nose.” Chris said without smiling.

“Hey, Chris, I was only joking. Don’t look so serious.”

“It’s not that, Angel.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s all Mrs. Kalamazoo’s fault.”

“Camaletti. And why?”

“I wanted to do it before Bobby left.”

“Do what?” asked Angel, mystified.

He took a deep breath and said, “This.”

He reached into his back pocket and drew out a small black velvet box. Chris dropped to one knee and held Angel’s hand.

“Angelica, will you marry me?”

… to be continued


NOTES:

1) I think I was worse at writing “comedy” than I was at writing “drama.” This is godawful.

2) I was wondering how the heck Angel could have pets. Wrestlers travel 300+ days a year. How can you leave two dogs and a cat alone so much? That’s some neighbor.

3) What was the point of that Hollywood Blondes match? Also, I was a huge fan of gory, violent fiction … how could I not have included more details about that broken ankle? How about some bones poking through the skin? The best I could muster was that Brian was screaming in pain? L.A.M.E.


COMING UP NEXT …

So Chris popped the question … am I writing myself into another corner? What will Angel say? Chris’ reaction to Angel’s answer is priceless. Tune in next time for … Chapter 27 part II!

Chapter 14: Chris and Angel

There's turkey/tofurkey in the oven, Scott and Marie are back together .... Ah, love is in the air. Let's see if I developed any better an idea of what happens on a first date in ...

Chapter 14: Chris and Angel

Chris had never been so nervous in his life. Asking Angel out was hard, but knocking on her door was next to impossible.

Earlier that day, when he had asked her for a date, he knew that if she had said no, his heart would break and he would probably slip into a coma, or maybe move to Zimbabwe. Thank goodness she said yes.

Angel answered her doorbell. She had been very surprised when Chris asked her out. He was cute. He had light brown eyes and soft brown hair. He had high cheekbones and a kind of pointy nose. It was worth a shot. She had to get over Marcus [seriously? you're still hung up on that guy? IT WAS ONE DATE]

"Hi Angel. You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Chris."

He handed her a single white rose.

"Oh! It's beautiful. Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek [trollop!]

"Do you like Italian?"

"Sure!"

"I'm from Alberta, Canada, but my cousin lives around here. He told me about a restaurant. Lucia's. Ever heard of it?"

"No. I just moved here about 6 months ago from Rhode Island. About the only place I know is the pizza parlor down the street."

They got into Chris' car and he began to drive. After about 15 minutes of driving around, Chris started to get nervous. Here he was in a strange town, on a strange street, using directions he recieved from a rather strange cousin. Here he was making a fool of himself in front of the most beautiful girl in the whole world.

"Chris? Is everything OK?"

"Yes. No. Angel, this is embarassing. I'm hopelessly lost. Do you have any idea where we are?"

"I think so. I can get you back to my house and we can order pizza or something."

"Sounds fine." As Chris followed Angel's directions home, he resisted the urge to hit his head against the dashboard.

They arrived at Angel's house around ten-thirty. Angel tried the pizza parlor, but it was closed. Chris was now convinced that Angel thought he was a jerk. Angel got them both cokes and sandwiches.

Chris wanted to help but Angel told him to relax. After letting Wally, Floyd, and Fluffy in, she brought in the food.

Chris wasn't very hungry. Not only did he feel like an idiot, his nose was clogging and his eyes were watering. He sneezed.

"Bless you," said Angel, handing him a tissue [just like old times], which he accepted gratefully. He sneezed a few more times and wiped his burning eyes with a fresh tissue.

"Chris! Are you allright? Oh no! Are you allergic to cats or dogs?"

"Cats" he choked otu between sneezes. She gave him another tissue [why not just give him the box?] and picked up Flufflebunny from her favorite chair.

"Sorry, Fluff-o." She picked up the cat and put her upstairs in a a room, then washed her hands and rushed downstairs.

"Chris, are you allright?"

He nodded.

"You must be pretty allergic to cats."

"Yeah, I can detect one from across the room."

"I noticed."

"Just thinking about one makes my nose itch."

"Then we'll change the subject." Angel laughed.

They stayed up and talked until about 3:30 in the morning. The topics ranged from Chris' cousin to "The Patty Duke Show" [WTF?], from wrestling in Japan to treating a concussion, from Marty Jennetty [on the first date? wow], to Bobby Eaton, from the Mello-Kings to the 4 Seasons. They shared one long, passionate goodnight kiss before Chris left. Angel decided that it was too early to be in love, but it was a hard decision [someone alert the media].


NOTES

1) It's been quite a while since I included a debilitating allergy in a story. Good times. I must've missed the part where Angel removed all of the cat dander from her furniture, thereby instantly alleviating all of Chris' allergy symptoms.

2) Aw, I kind of like Chris. He's way too good for Angel.

3) That's amazing restraint on Angel's part. She's already spent more time with Chris than Marcus and had more interaction with him than Marty. And she's not sure she's in love? Dang.

4) This actually reminds me of my first date with my husband. Except there was no single white rose and instead of having an allergy attack, he had gas. Oh, shades of things to come ...

Anyhoo ...

Coming up next we've got a ridiculous story about Angel inserting herself into Rick and Scott's lives. Rick is just ... absurd. And Angel needs a punch in the solar plexus. I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. See you next time with ... Chapter 15: Letting Go