Trish gritted her teeth while reading her book and tried to keep herself composed as Mickie went on ranting about Rey. Mickie liked Randy and it was so obvious. But Trish really like rey too. He was sexy, funny, athletic, and a? a wrestler. Trish felt happy that Mickie found someone she actually liked because there wasnt many. Most people thought she was weird and tried to avoid her or acted phony but Rey wasnt like that. He treated Mickie like a real person instead of some phyco little girl like she really is. Trish couldnt stand it when Mickie started to talk about Rey. "Did you see Rey beat the crap out of JBL today?" "Rey said this, Rey said that." It annoyed the crap out of her and she couldnt take it but if she said something it would crush Mickies spirit. It was a little known fact that Mickie and Trish were not only best friends but sisters too.

"You should have been at the cookout, Trish. It was so much fun. Rey is such a good baseball pitcher."

Oh my gawd. Will she ever shut up, Trish thought to her self. Mickie was a really cool person to hang out with and be friends with and not a lot of people knew that. But when she started talking like this it got on Trish's last nerve to the point where she wished she could beat Mickie in a street fight with no rules. Anything goes and Mickie would have no chance. Trish was the best street fighter from her neighborhood back in the old days and Mickie knew that. Mickie winning the championship was just some WWE crapy story line, "Phyco wins title".

"Hey did you see Lashley win that steel cage match the other day?" Trish tried to change the subject.

"Yea I was so happy he won. Especially since King Booker cheated in the King of the Ring tournament. Did you know Ashley said she was gonna talk to Rey for me?" Trish had it. She couldnt take it anymore and that last sentence pushed her over the edge. She slammed her book shut and abruptly got up.

"Trish? Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk. Cant you just stay out of my business?" Trish snapped with a harse tone in her voice. She began to cuss under her breath as she walk outside toward the beach across the street from the hotel she was at. Trish let out a heavy sign. It felt good to be on a beach again. She hadnt been on one in so long. It was a queit evening and Trish hadnt seen anyone on the beach except an elderly couple. The sunset is so beautiful, Trish thought to herself as she took a seat in the sand. She curled her knees up to her chest and rest her chin on her knees.

As Trish glanced at the ground she saw someone's shadow on the ground behind her. She looked up frightened. "Oh, Did I scare you? I'm Sorry," As he sat down beside her she recognized who it was, "Its so amazing out her. I havent seen a sunset in ages."

"What are you doing out here, Rey," Trish questioned.

"I could ask you the same question,"

"Its a long story that I really dont want to explain"

"OK" Did he just say that, Trish thought, Most guys are all up in my private life.

They sat for what seemed like hours before either one of them said anything. And she loved it. Just being there with him. Knowing he was with her and no one else. "I think we should go before it gets too late."

"Yea, But one question. Do you know which way it is to the hotel? I was kinda mad when I left and well. . "

"Yea I kno the way." Rey stood up and offered a hand to Trish. She took his hand a got up off the sand. For a moment she looked straight into his eyes until something interupted. ring ring. It was her phone. She looked at the caller ID. Mickie.

"Hello"

"Where the hell are you. You've been gone for almost two hours"

"Who do you think you're talking to. You betta not cuss at me again. Got it? I'll be there in a little while." Trish hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Rey asked as they began to walk toward the hotel.

"My little sister."

"You have a sister?"

"Yea. I dont really tell a lot of people. Its Mickie"

"Huh?"

"Yea Mickie James. She's just my half sister but we're really tight."

"I would have never guessed. So WWE just made her your stalker and stuff. Thats really messed up."

"I know."

"Mickie seems really cool. I talked to her at the cookout." Trish felt a pain. She now wished she went to the cook out. "Not a lot of people talk to her because they think she phyco or soemthing."

"Shes really not but when shes pissed off, its not a pretty sight." They laughed, "I hate to see people treat her like that becuase she my sister but shes also my best friend. Even though she can get on my nerves."

"Yea I kno what you mean." They continued to advance toward the hotel until Trish quickly stopped and placed her hand on the side of her head. "Trish? Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. I just got a spliting headache." Trish tried to smile reasurring but couldnt, "Lets just get to the hotel."

Trishs mind was rushing in a million different places. She felt scattered and couldnt think straight. As they stood waiting to cross the street to the hotel, she almost stepped out into ongoing traffic but Rey pulled her back. "What is wrong with you? Are you sure your gonna be OK?"

"Yea. Just get me to the hotel." Trish closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"Come on" Rey said gently. Trish opened her eyes and crossed the street but she was still in a daze.

Trish stumbled through the lobby with Rey at her side. Rey was really concerned now. He had never seen her like this. Something was wrong. She had to get to the room and lay down. They climbed into the elevator and went to the 7th floor. They got out of the elevator.

"What is your room number?" Rey wondered out loud.

"725"

They walked down the hallway slowly. Suddenly, Trish's legs collapsed under her causing her to fall onto the floor.

"TRISH!"