Author's Note: I do not own this song, nor any of the characters you see
in this story. I own nothing.
"Hi, sorry to call so late, I just - I was missin you and I just wanted to talk. Maybe we can talk tomorrow."
//Make up your mind, don't you want me Like I, want to feel that, touch that haunts me every night It felt so right\\
Wishing for him to pick up the phone, Trish sighed softly as she glanced around the lonely hotel room. Normally she'd have her boyfriend to share the room with. His clothes would be scattered randomly over the room, often to the point where you sometimes couldn't see the floor around the bed. Hair gel and cologne would be all over the counter in the bathroom. Right before the two went to sleep, he would always give her a goodnight kiss, then hold her in his arms for the rest of the night. But now.. all of that was gone. Tears blurred her vision as her thoughts drifted to why she was alone.
//I just want you, there's no denying I just want you, there's no hiding I just want you, Do you want me?\\
It all started with her storyline with Chris. Trish had tried numerous times to assure him that nothing was going on with Chris, that it was simply a storyline that the writers put the two of them in; he didn't seem to see things like that though.
She went to the writing team, begging for them to take the kiss scene out of the script. They didn't listen however, because the logical thing for them at that point for the storyline to advance was for the two of them to kiss.
Trish dreaded the kiss and was miserable the entire time it happened, knowing somewhere in the back of her mind that she was going to lose the man she loved.
//So far away, another night alone Another day, another telephone call home But one day, I'm gonna find a way to make you stay in my arms 'till everafter comes You are the one//
As the storyline progressed to the bet, she suddenly got hopes that soon it would all be over and she could get back to the way things were before the storyline.
Her hopes were shotdown as she was informed the storyline would continue, and she was still in it to this day.
Her boyfriend, having jealous tendencies, couldn't take it anymore and one night, just packed his things and left without a word.
It had been a couple weeks now and still, he hadn't even bothered to return any of her phone calls. He ignored her at the arena and he ignored her in the hallway of the various hotels they stayed at.
As much as it hurt her for him to treat her the way he was, she vowed not to give up on him.. ever. She was going to try until she got him back, no matter how long it took.
Remembering all the good times they had together just made her that much more willing to get him back.
She missed the way he would joke around and put on the characteristic arrogant smirk that he often used while cutting promos. She missed the way he'd hold her close against him, making her feel as if nothing else in the world existed except them. She missed the way he could make her smile, no matter how bad of a day she was having. She missed.. him. All of him.
//I just want you, I just want you I just want you, Do you want me? Got a feeling that its time to make a change Got a feeling that things can't stay the same I feel my heart losing control\\
"Well, sorry to call so late. I was just missin' you," and with those final words, Trish hung up the phone with tears streaming down her face. Little did she know that her lover had picked up the phone just as she had hung up.
"I miss you too, baby," Randy said, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
The end? I'll leave that up to you readers. Would you like to see more, or should I keep this as a one-shot?
"Hi, sorry to call so late, I just - I was missin you and I just wanted to talk. Maybe we can talk tomorrow."
//Make up your mind, don't you want me Like I, want to feel that, touch that haunts me every night It felt so right\\
Wishing for him to pick up the phone, Trish sighed softly as she glanced around the lonely hotel room. Normally she'd have her boyfriend to share the room with. His clothes would be scattered randomly over the room, often to the point where you sometimes couldn't see the floor around the bed. Hair gel and cologne would be all over the counter in the bathroom. Right before the two went to sleep, he would always give her a goodnight kiss, then hold her in his arms for the rest of the night. But now.. all of that was gone. Tears blurred her vision as her thoughts drifted to why she was alone.
//I just want you, there's no denying I just want you, there's no hiding I just want you, Do you want me?\\
It all started with her storyline with Chris. Trish had tried numerous times to assure him that nothing was going on with Chris, that it was simply a storyline that the writers put the two of them in; he didn't seem to see things like that though.
She went to the writing team, begging for them to take the kiss scene out of the script. They didn't listen however, because the logical thing for them at that point for the storyline to advance was for the two of them to kiss.
Trish dreaded the kiss and was miserable the entire time it happened, knowing somewhere in the back of her mind that she was going to lose the man she loved.
//So far away, another night alone Another day, another telephone call home But one day, I'm gonna find a way to make you stay in my arms 'till everafter comes You are the one//
As the storyline progressed to the bet, she suddenly got hopes that soon it would all be over and she could get back to the way things were before the storyline.
Her hopes were shotdown as she was informed the storyline would continue, and she was still in it to this day.
Her boyfriend, having jealous tendencies, couldn't take it anymore and one night, just packed his things and left without a word.
It had been a couple weeks now and still, he hadn't even bothered to return any of her phone calls. He ignored her at the arena and he ignored her in the hallway of the various hotels they stayed at.
As much as it hurt her for him to treat her the way he was, she vowed not to give up on him.. ever. She was going to try until she got him back, no matter how long it took.
Remembering all the good times they had together just made her that much more willing to get him back.
She missed the way he would joke around and put on the characteristic arrogant smirk that he often used while cutting promos. She missed the way he'd hold her close against him, making her feel as if nothing else in the world existed except them. She missed the way he could make her smile, no matter how bad of a day she was having. She missed.. him. All of him.
//I just want you, I just want you I just want you, Do you want me? Got a feeling that its time to make a change Got a feeling that things can't stay the same I feel my heart losing control\\
"Well, sorry to call so late. I was just missin' you," and with those final words, Trish hung up the phone with tears streaming down her face. Little did she know that her lover had picked up the phone just as she had hung up.
"I miss you too, baby," Randy said, a single tear sliding down his cheek.
The end? I'll leave that up to you readers. Would you like to see more, or should I keep this as a one-shot?
