AN: I was daydreaming the other day and this came to me. I decided to put it up and see what you guys think. Should I continue it or no? Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Randy/OC eventually John/Trish, Miz. Might add more as I go, but I'm unsure right now.

Chapter 1

Trish sat mindlessly tapping the pen in her hand on her notepad. She glanced at the clock on her computer. 4:55pm it read. Thank god. Only five more minutes, she thought to herself. Just then, her cell phone vibrated on her desk. She picked it up and tapped the screen. It was a text message from her boyfriend, Jason. She clicked on the envelope and the message popped up.

Sorry baby, I have to cancel our date tonight. Got stuck working a double shift again. I'm so sorry. I was looking forward to seeing you. I'll make it up to you next weekend, I swear – J

She rolled her eyes and dropped her phone. She let out a loud sigh, and began putting her things away. She pulled her purse out of her desk and locked her desk. She clocked out, turned off her computer, and said goodbye to her boss, Mr. Lynch, as she headed out. She walked to her black 2012 Dodge Charger, unlocked the door, and slid into the driver's seat. She put the key in the ignition, but didn't start the car yet. "Yeah right... You're sorry; you were looking forward to seeing me... Same excuses all the time." She shook her head. She was used to Jason letting her down, and lately it was more and more and more. She could count the number of times she'd seen him on one hand in the last month. Jason was never a very good boyfriend, and she often found herself asking why she was even with him. Lately, she was hard pressed to come up with a reason, or an excuse for that matter. She sighed again and turned on her car. She turned on the radio and began searching the stations until she found something suitable to listen to. Ciara's Like A Boy came through her speakers, and she stopped channel surfing.

Wish we could switch up the roles
And I could be that...
Tell you I love you
But when you call I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me?
Like where you be at?

"Ain't that the truth," she scoffed. She put her car into reverse and backed out of the parking spot. She then put her car in drive and began her drive home.

About twenty minutes later, she pulled into the driveway of the complex where she shared an apartment with her best friend, Chrissy. She had met Chrissy when they were both in college. They were roommates their freshman year. They quickly bonded and had been inseparable ever since. Halfway through their junior year they had decided to get an apartment together.

Chrissy knew everything about Trish, and Trish likewise knew everything about Chrissy. Chrissy knew that after graduating high school, Trish had decided she needed to get away from the place she'd grown up and opted for sunny, warm, Florida. Her parent's relationship was a strained one. Her father traveled a lot for work, leaving Trish and her mother alone for weeks at a time. This caused friction between Trish's parents. Her mother would accuse her father of cheating which would always lead to screaming matches between her parents. Eventually it lead to her parents divorcing. Her father took a new position in New York and Trish's relationship with him became virtually nonexistent. Trish's mother wasted little time getting remarried. Her mother became so wrapped up in her new husband that Trish became a roommate, she couldn't wait for graduation so she could get out.

Nearing the end of her senior year her high school sweetheart had decided he didn't want to be tied down anymore and that he wanted to experience life without a girlfriend for awhile. He told her that they had been together for four years, but he wanted to experience single life. He wanted to go off to college and party and do his thing, single. He didn't want to have to worry about the commitment of a girlfriend bogging him down, so they broke off their relationship two months before graduation. In light of all the negative events that had taken place in her life, she had decided there wasn't anything left at home for her anymore and she wanted a fresh start. She wanted to go somewhere that no one knew her and she knew no one.

After settling in Tampa, Trish had enrolled in Stetson University, and a few years later she was a proud graduate. She had gotten lucky; the lawyer's office who let her intern at his firm during her college days had kept her on after her graduation. She enjoyed working with him and learning from him. He was the best boss she had ever had. She turned off her car and got out. She slowly walked to the door. She really didn't want to hear the ear beating she knew she was going to get from her best friend. She heard the same thing every time Jason bailed on her for one lame reason or another. Sighing again, she stuck her key in the door and pushed it open. She kicked off her high heels, and then walked into the living room.

"What the hell are you doing home?" Chrissy asked, even though she already knew the answer.

Trish frowned and sat down on the couch. "Jason has to work a double tonight."

"Again?"

"Yeah... Again…"

Chrissy shook her head. "Oh all of the sudden he's got to work a double?... Again… Or so he says!"

Trish sighed. "That's what he said."

"Oh wow. He at least called you this time? He usually doesn't have the common courtesy to even call you."

"Well... He didn't call... He texted me."

"Are you serious? He texted you? What a jackass!" Chrissy exclaimed in disgust. "When did he tell you this?"

"4:55."

"Are you serious? He's such an asshole! He waited until 4:55 to tell you he 'has to work a double'? Come on! Like they waited to tell him five minutes before he was done he had to stay..."

"Can we drop this conversation?" Trish asked, cutting off her friend's tirade.

"Fine," Chrissy answered, rolling her eyes and shaking her head in disgust.

"So, how was your day?"

With that, Chrissy perked up. "Oh my god! I forgot to tell you! I was going to call you, but then I remembered you were going on a date with douche..."

"Chrissy..." Trish cut her off.

"Sorry. I remembered you were going on a date so I decided I'd wait until I saw you to tell you."

"Okay..." Trish answered with a chuckle. "So tell me."

"We got a new personal trainer at my gym today," Chrissy answered with a big smile.

"Oh did you?"

"Oh we did!"

Trish laughed at her friend's giddiness. "And what about this new personal trainer?"

"He's suuuuuuper hot!" Chrissy squealed.

"Is he?" Trish asked with a chuckle.

"Oh my god yes! He's 6'5", brown hair, these beautiful blue eyes, muscles, and my god... these tattoos." Chrissy leaned her head back against the couch. "He's absolutely beautiful!"

"Hmmm... He sounds dreamy," Trish teased as she threw one of the pillows on the couch at her friend. "I might have to come down one day with you and see him."

Chrissy grinned. "I think you should come down! But I think you had better keep your eyes off my man," she teased, throwing the pillow back at her friend. "You can look at his friend. One of his friends came in today to see him. He was absolutely gorgeous too!"

"I have a boyfriend," Trish reminded Chrissy.

Chrissy's face scrunched up in a scowl. "You need to drop that looser."

Trish sighed loudly, here we go again, she thought. "I'm going to go take a shower." She got up off the couch and headed down the hallway towards her bedroom.

"You know I'm right!" Chrissy called after her.

Trish hadn't heard from Jason since the text he'd sent her Friday letting her know he wasn't going to be able to make their date. It was now the following Wednesday. She had sent him several texts and called him many times, all to no avail. Trish stood outside for a quick mid-morning break, enjoying the warm, sunny Florida weather. She pulled out her phone and dialed Jason's number. After a few seconds, the phone began to ring and she patiently waited.

"Hey this is Jason; I can't get to my phone. Leave your name, number, and a message, and I'll get back to ya... Later…"

She sighed loudly and hung up, not bothering to leave a message. "Figures." She turned and headed back into the office. Tears welled up in her sapphire blue eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She blinked them away and sat back down at her desk.

"Everything okay?" her boss, Mr. Lynch asked.

"Oh yes Mr. Lynch, I'm fine."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed. "I'm a good listener and I've been told I give good advice once or twice in my life," he said with a smile. His salt and pepper hair was a disheveled mess, but his brown eyes were soft with sincerity.

She smiled at him. "Thank you Mr. Lynch. I appreciate it." He smiled back at her then headed back into his office. It felt good to know Mr. Lynch cared. He had really taken her under his wing since she'd started at his law firm. He'd become almost a father figure to her now. A few minutes later her phone vibrated on her desk. She picked it up and read the message.

Hey babe, sorry I couldn't answer. I'm so busy with work it's ridiculous. I'll call you as soon as I get a chance. Love you – J

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I had better not hold my breath... I'll turn blue before you actually call me." She debated on answering him or not and quickly decided against it. "I'm not even gonna waste my time." She clicked off her conversation, or lack there of, with Jason and clicked on Chrissy's name.

Hey girl – T

Hey momma, what's up? – C

So I just heard from Jason... – T

Oh yeah? It's only been 5 days. What did that loser have to say? – C

He said he's sorry he couldn't answer, he was busy with work, he'd call as soon as he got the chance, and he loved me – T

Barf! Yeah I've been MIA for 5 days and the best he could come up with is I was busy with work? He's a scumbag! You need to drop his ass! – C

Trish frowned at her phone, reading her friend's last message. She knew it was time to change the subject.

How's work going? – T

Pretty good. Things are going good with my hottie! – C

What's his name? You never told me – T

Randy – C

Ooohhhh Randy :-P – T

Wait until you see him, you'll understand! –C

Okay, I'll let you get back to work. See you at home. I have some phone calls to make for this case we're working on – T

Okay momma, see you at home – C

Trish had been so busy with work she lost track of the time. Mr. Lynch came out of his office and looked at Trish. "You've been working so hard today, and we've made great progress on this case. Thank you for all your hard work. I really appreciate it, Trish."

She smiled at her boss. "Anytime Mr. Lynch."

"Jack. You know you can call me Jack."

"Sorry, Jack."

"I can't believe it's already four o'clock," he said, as he wiped the finger prints off of his glasses with his handkerchief.

"Oh wow! I've been so busy; I didn't even realize what time it was."

"Hey, why don't you head out early for today. You didn't even take a lunch today. I appreciate all your help."

"Thank you Mr… I mean, Jack," she corrected herself.

"We'll work on it," he said with a chuckle. "I will see you in the morning dear."

"See you in the morning."

Twenty minutes later, Trish was home. She put her key in the door and pushed the door open. She kicked off her high heels in her normal spot, and tossed her keys on the table.

"You're home early."

"You sound upset by this," Trish answered with a chuckle.

"No, I'm always happy to see your face."

Trish smiled at her friend and walked over to the couch. She put her purse on the coffee table, sat down, and let out a loud sigh.

"Rough day?" Chrissy asked.

"Eh… Not really rough, just… Busy… Very busy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, we're working on a new case and I had a ton of leg work to do today," Trish answered.

"I think you need a night out," Chrissy offered with a hopeful smile.

Trish scoffed. "Yeah right! I haven't even seen Jason in days, let alone get him to go out anywhere with me."

"Who the hell said anything about Jason? I sure as shit didn't! I mean a night out with me!"

"You know what? That actually sounds like a great idea…" Trish agreed, nodding her head.

"Great! Let's make some plans for this weekend or something, but I gotta get goin, I have a meeting at work. Tracy is picking me up and taking me in; can you come pick me up at 8?"

"Sure, I'll pick you up."

"Cool. I'll see you later then," Chrissy called to Trish as she headed out the front door.