" Trish." Torrie called out. " Wake up, wake up !" Torrie said, shaking Trish trying to get her up.

Trish moaned and groaned. " Whaahhh?" She said in a lazy manner.

" Get up sleepy head ! Chris Jericho wants to speak to you in the phone!" Torrie said.

Trish lazily got out of her bed and grabbed the phone out of Torrie's hand. " Yeah?" Trish said into the phone.

" Trish, honey. You remember me?" Chris Jericho said.

Trish rolled her eyes. " Listen Chris, Iam not here to play games with you. What do you want?"

" Can you just come by my house today. I need to tell you something really important." Chris said silently.

Trish mocked Chris, " Why?" Trish whispered.

" Trish, don't make it seem so obvious for the world. I just need to talk to you." Chris said.

" Fine. But I don't know what the hell you are up to. When I come there, I just wanna hear your lame excuse and leave. Got me?" Trish said.

" Okay, okay. Sure. " Chris said.

There was a silence.

" Yeah, I'm not playing this silent game, Chris. I'm hanging up." Trish said.

" Okay, bye.'' Chris Jericho said.

Trish hung up the phone and turned towards Torrie. " Chris Jericho needs to talk to me for something 'important' so can you drop me off by his house?" Trish said.

Torrie immediatley got off the bed and shook her head. " Your actually going to trust Chris and go to his house? Aren't you two over with?" Torrie said.

Trish nodded her head. " Yeah, but it seems like he needs to tell me something important. So, can you?"

" Can I what?" Torrie said.

" Can you drop me off by his house?" Trish pleaded.

" Nuh-uh. No way in hell am I going to that physcho's house and you shouldn't either." Torrie said.

" Fine, I'll just take the bus then. God, your retarded Torrie." Trish complained.

Torrie just laughed. " Look who's talking."

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" What the hell was John's problem?" Hunter asked Shawn.

Shawn scrunched his shoulders upward. " I don't know. Maybe he's just telling you the truth, Hunter. Maybe he's too afraid to talk to the girl." Shawn said.

Hunter rolled his eyes. " Why would he be afraid? Man, Shawn! Something's wrong."

Shawn just nodded his head, not knowing what else to do. Shawn was in the computer and then suddenly jumped out of his seat. " You see ! You see ! There is such thing as a cane rifle!" Shawn said while pointing to the computer screen. Hunter just put his hands in his head and groaned.

" No, Shawn ! That's just a weapon in a grand theft auto game!" Hunter said.

" Really?" Shawn said.

Hunter shook his head and muttered," Retard."

" No, I'm serious Hunter. Ric Flair is up to something!" Shawn said.

" Why would you accuse him out of everyone else?" Hunter said.

" Because." Shawn muttered. " Well, he just seems suspicious."

" Old man, my ass." Hunter said and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

" You know what I'm going to do , Hunter?" Shawn said.

" Let the whole world know, Shawn." Hunter said dramatically.

" Hunter, Shhh! The world isn't supposed to know." Shawn whispered.

Hunter moaned again. " Go on."

" Okay, I think one of us should go to Torrie and try to explain to her about the wedding and why we need the invitation." Shawn said.

" No, retard! We can't let her know that Randy might die in his wedding! " Hunter yelled.

" Oh, I forgot about that. " Shawn said. " Oh, who told you this again?"

Hunter was flipping pages through the book. " Rico, but probably it isn't true if Rico told us." Hunter said.

" Well, duh." Shawn said dramatically. " No one should ever trust Rico."

" But hey, someone is out there that is trying to kill Randy." Hunter said quietly.

" Who?" Shawn whispered.

" I don't know !" Hunter yelled. " How am I supposed to know, smartass?"

" Oh, I was just asking." Shawn said.

" Pass me another beer, Shawn." Hunter commanded.

" Okay, Triple H." Shawn said and tossed him a beer.

" Hunter." Hunter said.

Shawn said, " Yeah, that."

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John laid in his bed, watching the baseball game. The phone suddenly rang, and John managed to pick it up. " Yes?" John said.

" John, Hunter is sorry about last night." Shawn said into the phone. Then suddenly Hunter yelled across the room saying, " No I'm not !"

John shook his head. " Doesn't sound like he's sorry."

" John, just never mind the mad man, what's the whole story between you and Torrie?" Shawn said.

" Shawn, I don't feel like talking about it. If you want to know, just come over my house. But Hunter isn't coming. " John said.

" You would really let me know?" Shawn said.

John nodded his head. " I guess."

" Thank you. But, when you tell me what really happened, will you come with us to get the invitations?" Shawn said.

" It all matters if Torrie accepts my apology and if you tell me why you need the invitations to Orton's wedding." John said.

" Listen, I'll tell you when Hunter's not around. Okay?" Shawn whispered.

" Okay." John said in agreement.

" So, I guess I'll see you soon in your house." Shawn said.

" Yeah, but listen Shawn. When I tell you, don't tell anyone!" John said.

" Pinkie swear!" Shawn said.

" Enough with the baby talk, just promise me, okay?"

" Okay. But one question." Shawn said.

" Yes?" John asked.

" Why do you and Hunter have to be so serious? Why can't you share a laugh?" Shawn asked.

John fakily laughed, " Ha, ha."

" As I said once before, fake laughs don't count." Shawn said.

" Okay?" John said.

" Trust me, I'm going to be the one living the longest here." Shawn said.

John interrupted, " Not if you always ask stupid questions."

" What does that have to do with anything?" Shawn asked.

John laughed. " Someone is just going to shoot you one day, I'm serious."

"Not unless that person who shoots me is you." Shawn joked around.

" Yeah, how funny would that be." John said.

" Not that funny." Shawn said and hung up the phone.

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Trish got off the bus and walked to Jericho's house. She rang the doorbell and waited. Suddenly Chris Jericho picked up the door.

" Hello. Oh, please take off your shoes. I just waxed my floor." Chris said.

Trish looked funnily at him and wondered how rude that was to treat a visitor.

" So, what did you want?" Trish asked, holding her breath from a terrible odor in the house.

" Oh, I just wanted to ask you about the Orton wedding."

" Okay." Trish said.

" Yeah, why ain't I invited?" Chris said.

Trish didn't know what to say. " Well," Trish began. " I have no clue, you should ask Randy."

Chris nodded his head. " I knew that would be your answer." He said.

" Then why did you ask me the question?" Trish asked.

" Hmm.. I just wanted to make sure." Chris Jericho said, with a smirk in his face.

" Well, I guess I better get going." Trish said while walking away.

" No, you stay right here. One more question." Jericho said.

Trish turned around and said, " Hurry up with your question, will you?"

" Well it's not a question, I lied. It's an apology. I'm sorry." Chris Jericho whispered softly.

Trish had a confused look. " For what?" Trish asked.

" For everything I did to you." Chris said.

" Listen." Trish began. " I will never accept your apology, and you should've known that."

Chris nodded his head. " I just wanted you to know that." He said.

Trish opened the door and looked back. " Stop acting all so sorry. Cause I know you, your never sorry." Trish said.

Chris Jericho just sat there in his couch. " Okay, don't believe me, then. " Jericho said.

Trish laughed. " Oh, I'm never going to," and with that said, Trish walked out the door and left Chris Jericho sitting there.

Chris Jericho picked up his telephone and dialed someone's number. " Yes," Chris began. " Start bringing in some guns and black roses. Yes, I mean it. Someone's going to die soon, very soon."

Okay, so that was Chapter 2, hoped you liked it. It wasn't that great. I'm kinda working on some new ideas. -laughs- Okay so basically everyone is chasing Randy Orton because he is a billionaire and his wedding is going to be one of the best platinum weddings. Chris Jericho and "his crew" ( you'll find out in chapter 3) are trying to crash into the wedding and possibly do the worst to it. However, no one knows that Chris Jericho would do such a thing. The reason why Chris Jericho wants to kill Randy? You'll find out. And I'll try to get Chapter 3 going as soon as possible. Thanks for all the reviews!