Wow.. it has been so long.. and I'm so sorry for lagging behind.. I just got caught up? ;o Mmkay. Yep. Btw, Does anyone like Simon Dimond? Or W/e.. On TNA? Don't. He's a Asshole with a capital A. -.- Yeppers. Me&Mrs.RateRSuperstar met him. Hah.. It was a special wrestling thing. That Brutus Beefcake was there.. Tito Santana.. Jay Satana.. The Slayer? I'm not totally familiar with 'em either. ; But I met em. Muaha. And I got Jay Santana's autograph. ;oo And hm.. got a high five from a couple people I don't know.. and Tito held onto my hand.. creepy. Lol. Anyhow.. So this is the New Story. ;

John tapped his foot impatiently and stared at the crowd, lined up. This was an autograph session. He looked around. It was supposed to be with Trish, his "Gal Pal" He thought of her. But she seemed to be no where in sight. Worst of all, SHE had the pictures that were to be signed. Late as always. John took a deep breath and turned as someone tapped his shoulder. Trish smiled at him.

"Don't be so stressed." She whacked his back. "The fan will always love you no matter how long you keep 'em waiting!" John stared at her in disbelief.

"But YOU were the late one!" He glanced back, but she was already seated at the table waiting for John. John rolled his eyes and sat next to her.

"You are absolutely unbelievable." John sighed.

"Mhmm. But you know you can't resist." Trish smirked as she wrote her name on a picture.

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Trish shook her hand as they walked away from the line.

"It hurts." She complained. John laughed.

"Well I wouldn't expect it to feel refreshed."

"I know that! But it hurts badly.." Trish shrugged.

"Heya!" Stacy smiled, catching up with the two of them. Both smiled, mainly Trish.

"Stace!" She hugged her best friend.

"Heya!" She repeated. "Any plans for later?" She asked.

"Actually.. nope." John sighed. Stacy grinned.

"Good! The-"

"I was planning on reading.." Trish shrugged.

"Well, I have a plan-"

"Reading? Ugh." John shook his head, cutting off Stacy. Stacy stomped her foot.

"Can I TALK!" She said, aggravated.

"Sure." They shrugged.

"I was thinking about getting some of the girls, and guys to go to a club!" Stacy smirked.

"Uh.. Sure." John nodded.

"No thanks. Clubs aren't very much my thing." Trish said.

"Trish! PLEASE. We need someone to drive all us drunks home.." Stacy pleaded.

"Nu-uh." She crossed her arms.

"Please?" Stacy gave her the puppy look, lip trembling lightly. Trish groaned.

"Stop it.." She warned.

"Pretty please?"

"Fine!" Trish stood. John stared.

"How does that work with you, but not me?" He asked Stacy. Stacy shrugged.

"I'm cuter." She grinned and walked off with Trish.

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Trish glanced at herself in the mirror. She didn't really look that bad. Actually.. she looked good in her light blue halter top, white capris and white sandals. Stacy looked at herself too. She was wearing a black halter top, a mini skirt, denim, and black boots.

"When will the girls be ready?" Trish asked, coming her straight hair.

"Right about now. It's only Torrie and Ashley." She replied.

"Cool, what guys?"

"Dave, Matt, Christian and John." Stacy jumped onto her bed. "Let's go meet them in the lobby." Stacy stood up and walked downstairs with Trish. Once in the lobby of the hotel they were currently staying in, they sat on chairs, flipping through magazines for over a half an hour.

"Hi!" Torrie and Ashley screeched, followed by the guys.

"Hey!" Trish smiled.

"Let's Go!" Stacy jumped up excitedly. Trish put a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh God.. You're hyper now. I can't wait until you're drunk." Trish smiled sarcastically.

"Thanks.. I'll be more fun then you ever are." Trish glared.

"What does that mean? I'm taking offense to that!"

"Well.. you need to live life. All you do is sip your sodas while reading. Join us!" Trish shook her head.

"I think I'm good." John laughed.

"I bet if you were drunk Trish, you'd be the life of the party." Trish ignored him.

"Pssh I doubt that.." Stacy said, climbing into John's truck.

"I bet I wouldn't slur atleast." Trish raised an eyebrow at Stacy.

"I don't slur!" Stacy argued. "That's John!"

"Uh.. Stacy. I think you slur more than John." Matt laughed. Stacy stuck a tongue at all of them.

"You're all jealous of my skills!"

"What skills?" Torrie asked.

"Shut it!" Stacy demanded.

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Once at the club, all of them took off in different directions. Trish sat quietly at a table and settled behind her book, sipping her martini slowly. After she was getting into her book deeply for once, a bottle slammed onto her table. Trish glanced up, seeing who it was.

"Hey, mind if I sit?" John asked slowly. Before Trish even said anything, he pulled over a seat and sat. "So, watcha readin'?" Trish stared at him.

"You really don't care about what I'm reading do you?" She giggled.

"Naw.. but it's kinda a good conversation starter. No?"

"Nope. You might as well start out with the weather.." Trish took a sip from her martini as John took a gulp from his beer. She watched him intently as he order another beer.

"So, how many is that?" She nodded towards the beer. John looked thoughtful for a second.

"I don't know." He mumbled. "I lost track after the fifth." Trish giggled more at the fact he was already drunk and they weren't even here for more than a half hour. John glanced at the dance floor, watching people.

"So. Why aren't you out there?" He pointed towards the dance floor.

"Because I don't dance?" Trish shrugged casually.

"Well ya should. Good for the soul!" Trish laughed as he began to talk random non-sense.

"What if I hook ya up with.. Dave ta dance with?" Trish shook her head. "Matt? Christian? That guy?" John pointed to a random guy, getting fed up as she shook her head to all of them. "Hm.. How about.." He scanned the crowd. "Me?" Trish looked at him, surprised.

"I-"

"You know you want too…" John smirked. Trish smiled and stood up. "I promise, two songs is all I ask." Trish nodded and followed John to the dance floor. The two began dancing to Cascada's Everytime. Stacy smiled at them, dancing with Christian.

"Torrie, aren't they CUTE!" She screamed to Torrie. Torrie nodded.

"Totally!" She smiled as a slow song came on. Stacy smiled even bigger when they began dancing slowly, arms around each other.

"Think they'll hook up?" Ashley cut in.

"I hope so. It's been forever and finally they're making the moves." Torrie said. Christian smiled at Stacy.

"Hopefully they will.." Christian said.

Trish hugged John tightly. The song began ending and Trish sighed. Best 7 minutes of her life. Trish glanced up at John as he stopped dancing.

"John.." She began but got cut off as his lips touched her. The two began kiss, Ashley Torrie and Stacy screamed in excitement. John led Trish back to her original table where they made-out, letting time fly by. Finally it was time to go. John held Trish's hand on the way out and gave her the keys. Once everyone was piled in the car, she began driving off, watching John, wanting him so badly. After a fifteen minute drive to the hotel, they got out, Trish and John lagging behind. As John left Trish by her hotel door, he gave her one last intent kiss before walking off.

Trish smiled happily as she ran in. Stacy was already in her pajamas, grinning. Trish glared and walked into the bathroom. Once changed, Trish walked out and crawled into her twin sized bed, next to Stacy's. Stacy opened her mouth to say something as Trish turned the light off.

"Shut it." Trish rolled over to her side.

"But I never said anything!"

"But you were thinking it." Trish said.

"Mind reader." Stacy sighed. "Trish?"

"What..?"

"You can't deny the fact that you are in LOV-" "AH!" She screamed as a lamp can towards her and shattered on the floor. "Sorry I even said it.."

A/n- First chappie. –Claps- I have so many updates to do.. But I suppose it's worth it. ; R&R. Ty.