NOTE: I own nothing...this is the continuation of my story, "A KNOCK AT THE DOOR" on my whackdm1ssy account. Like I said in my other fic, I forgot the email login for that account, and I'm picking up writing again...hope you like it...read the other 3 chapters first so you don't ruin it for yourself!
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Randy and Trish arrived at Evolution's hotel suite, and Trish began to pack up her stuff.
"What are you doing?" Randy asked her, confused.
"Well I thought I'd get my own room for tonight." she replied.
"Oh...you know you're welcome here." Randy said, a bit saddened that she was going to leave.
"No, no...you, Ric, Dave and Hunter need your own space, and I know that."
"Trish you're being ridiculous. We're not kicking you out or anything, just stay."
"Well...if people find out I'm staying here, they'll start thinking things-and saying things...I don't want the locker room to think I'm with one of you guys..." Trish said, emphasizing the word 'with'. Randy looked at his feet.
"Whatever." he said, plainly.
"Thanks Randy." Trish said, smiling. When Randy looked back at her, she began to explain. "I mean, I really didn't want to stay with Matt, and I'm pretty sure I didn't have that option. If you didn't let me stay...I'd be wandering around looking for Chris's room. And..."
Randy cut her off. "Ya. No problem, Trish."
Trish sensed that maybe he was a bit mad at her for wanting to leave, and she knew she didn't want to wait months...or even weeks to talk to him again. She took out a piece of paper, and quickly scribbled something down. "Here." she handed the paper to him.
"What?" Randy said as he looked at the paper, confused.
"Just take it, it's my cellphone number...it was nice spending time with you...maybe you'll decide to use the number someday. Even if you just want to talk." Trish said, before walking out the door.
Dave Batista, who had been on the balcony of the suite, walked in.
"Shit Dave!" Randy said, surprised that anyone else was there.
"So...what happened to your thing for Victoria?" Dave asked.
"What do you mean?" Randy looked at his friend confused.
"Well, you seemed pretty happy when you walked in here with that woman...and now that she's gone, you look the opposite...what's going on?"
Randy looked at him. "Honestly Dave? Nothing."
"Okay, so if there's nothing going on with you and Miss Stratus...you'll thank me for inviting Victoria out clubbing with us." Dave smiled, trying to annoy Randy.
"Ya. Thanks Dave." Randy said, as he left the room.
'If Randy thinks I don't know he's got the hots for Trish, he's stupider than I thought.' Dave thought to himself.