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"Trish is still mad at me..."
The dismayed, disgruntled statement came from Christian. The short-haired young man sat down heavily on the plush couch in the locker room he and Edge were sharing and let out a sigh.
Christian ran a hand over his hair and shook his head. He glanced over at his best friend, throughly frustrated.
"Hey, man, are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" He leaned forward and waved a hand before Edge's face. The tall blond man barely reacted. "Earth to Edge!"
The other man's head snapped up at that exclamation, a look of bewilderment on his face.
"What?"
"What's gotten into you?" Christian asked, unknowingly and basically echoing the exact sentiments his girlfriend had said to Lita earlier.
The tall blond man shook his head, running a hand over his face. He'd been terribly distracted, he couldn't seem to concentrate on much. Although, he had to acknowledge, his distraction was anything *but* terrible. He glanced up at Christian, wondering how his friend would react if he were to tell him the truth. The way things had been going recently, he could probably use a friend's opinion. But how would he even begin to explain?
Edge raked a hand through his long hair and sighed.
"Sorry, Christian. I guess I haven't been myself lately."
"No, you haven't," the shorter man agreed. "I don't get you. What the hell is going on these last few days?"
Edge glanced at Christian, the angry gleam in the other Canadian's blue eyes not lost on him. Damn it, they'd been best friends for most of their lives. How could he not trust Christian enough to tell him the truth? He swallowed hard, then sighed with resignation.
"Sorry... You have every right to be pissed..." the tall blond finally said. "I've got..." He hesitated, then ran both hands through his long blond hair before continuing. "Well, I guess you can say I've got issues."
Christian simply sat there silently as he eyed his friend with expectation.
Edge's gaze focused on the floor before him, and he shook his head as he spoke again.
"I just can't stop thinking about her... I can't get her out of my mind..."
"Oh, is that all?" Christian said, a small smile finding its way to his face. He shook his head as a chuckle escaped him. "Can't stop daydreaming about Stacy, huh?"
Edge shook his head, his green eyes meeting his best friend's blue.
"No... You don't understand, Christian. I'm not talking about Stacy."
The short-haired man frowned in confusion, and he continued.
"It's Lita... Christian, I... I think I'm in love with her..."