Chapter 3
(Trish's POV)
I was over at Stacy and Torrie's apartment. We had frozen pizza for dinner and then we got ready to go out. Torrie and Stacy let me look through their clothes for an outfit to wear to go dancing. I wore a hot pink dress that was Torrie's and then I was going to wear a pair of black high heeled sandals that belonged to Stacy. I was in the bathroom with Torrie. She was putting make-up on while I straightened my hair.
"That dress looks great on you," She complemented as she put on blush.
"Thanks," I said. "You look great too."
"Thank you. Dave got me the outfit."
"Oh was that when he took you shopping one day?"
"Yep."
"That is so sweet. What is he up to tonight?"
"He and Randy are actually going to be meeting us."
"You're kidding me?!" I said. "Now I'm going to be a fifth wheel."
"No, you're not," Torrie replied.
"Yes, I will."
"I won't let you."
I shook my head. I had no doubt in my mind I was going to be the fifth wheel.
(John's POV)
It was eight o'clock and I walked inside the restaurant. I went into the bar. Michaela said she'd meet me there. I looked around at the bar and spotted her. I walked right up to her. She was drinking a coke.
"Michaela," I said.
She turned and looked at me. "Hi," She said. "It's great to see you again."
"You too."
"Shall we grab a table?" Michaela asked.
"We can if you want. Or we can eat here at the bar."
"No, let's get a table."
"Okay."
We walked out of the bar and over to the hostess. The hostess marked on the seating chart of the restaurant. She then grabbed two menus and we followed her to our table.
"Monica is going to be your waitress," The hostess said. "Enjoy your date."
"Thank you," Michaela said with a sweet smile.
The hostess smiled and walked away.
We were seated in a booth. Our waitress, Monica came over and took our drink order. Michaela asked for a refill on her coke and I asked for a coke myself. Monica walked away to get our drinks.
"How was work today?" Michaela asked. I looked up at her. Her menu was closed and sitting on the table.
I smiled. "Work was great. Thank you for asking. How was your day?"
"It was good. I spent it doing homework."
"Oh, fun."
Michaela was working on her Master's in Education. She wanted to teach history to high schoolers. That was a great career path.
"Yes, it was fun. I was writing a paper. I love writing paper. I especially love doing research."
I laughed. "You have that in common with one of my friends."
"Oh, I do, do I?" Michaela said.
"Yep."
Monica came back over to the table with our drinks. "Are we ready to order?"
"Are you ready to order?" Michaela asked me.
"Yes, I am."
"Okay, what will it be?" Monica asked.
"I'll have the Chicken Crispers," Michaela said.
"I'll have the Crispy Honey-Chipotle Chicken Crispers," I said.
"Excellent choices," Monica said. "I'll put your order in." She took the menus and walked away.
"So we both got the same thing, but you got Honey-Chipotle," Michaela said.
"Yes, I did," I smiled. "Those are very good."
"I know they are. I usually get the Honey-Chipotle Chicken Crispers, but I wanted the regular ones tonight."
I nodded my head.
(Trish's POV)
I was pissed that I was going out with my friends and their boyfriends. It was supposed to be a girl's night. That pissed me off more than John having a date. The whole day sucked.
Stacy, Torrie, and I met up with Randy and Dave Batista (Torrie's boyfriend) outside of the nightclub. There were hugs and kisses exchanged. I got hugs, but I didn't get kisses. We then got in line to get into the club.
Once we were inside the club, we got drinks and found a table.
"I want to dance," I said.
"Me too," Stacy said.
"Me three," Torrie said.
"You girls go ahead and have fun," Dave said.
"Don't mind if I do," I said. I grabbed a hand of Stacy's and a hand of Torrie's. I then dragged them out onto the dance floor.
Once out on the dance floor, I let loose. I just let the music take me away…
(John's POV)
My date with Michaela went very well. I said I'd give her a call tomorrow and we could make another date then. She gave a kiss on the cheek and then we parted ways. I headed home.
(Trish's POV)
I had a lot of fun with Torrie and Stacy. I didn't feel like a fifth wheel at all. They insisted on me dancing with Randy and Dave as well. I did and I had a lot of fun with both of them. All of us had a good time.
"Thanks for tonight, guys," I said. "I really needed it."
"We all needed it," Dave said.
"Yes, I need to get home and sleep," Randy said. "I have to work tomorrow."
"I was hoping I could spend the night," Stacy said.
Randy smiled. "You are always welcome to spend the night." He kissed her.
I said good-night to Torrie and Dave. I then climbed into the backseat of the cab I was sharing with Randy and Stacy. The three was us were headed to the same place.
(John's POV)
I laid in bed, watching TV. My phone went off, letting me know I had a text message. I reached for it on the nightstand. I looked to see who the text was from. It was from Trish.
How was your date?
It was good, I replied.
That's good, Trish replied
What did you do tonight?
I went out with Stacy, Torrie, Randy, and Dave.
Oh, so that's where Randy is.
Yeah, we're on the way home now.
Thanks for the update.
(Trish's POV)
I sighed as I received the last text message from John. I took my phone and put it in my wristlet.
"How did his date go?" Stacy asked.
"He said it was good," I replied.
"That's good," Randy said. "I hope he sees her again. He was excited for the date."
I looked at Stacy, who sat between me and Randy. Randy looked out the window, oblivious. Stacy wrapped her arm and me and whispered, "Talk to John."
I shook my head. "I can't," I said.
"Yes, you can," She whispered. "Tell me how you feel before he makes another date with this girl. Let him make a date with you!"
I nodded my head.
The cab pulled up in front of our building. Randy climbed out of the cab first and pulled out his wallet. I followed Stacy as she climbed out of the backseat. Randy paid the cab driver and then closed the door. I was already at the door to the building, unlocking it. Randy and Stacy came up behind me. I opened the door and then the three of us headed inside the building.
"Good night," I said as I walked to my own door. It was right across the hall from Randy and John's apartment.
"Aren't you coming in?!" Stacy said.
"No," I said.
"Okay, well, I'll see you later," Randy said. He walked over and gave me a hug.
"Night."
"Night."
Randy unlocked the door to his apartment. "I'll be in, in a minute, baby," Stacy said.
"Okay," Randy said. He closed the door.
I was over at my door, unlocking it.
"Why don't you talk to John?" Stacy asked.
"Stacy, let it go!" I said.
"No," She replied. "Go tell John how you feel!"
"No!"
"Oh, my God, Trish, you like John. He likes you. What is wrong with you two that you won't tell each other how you feel?"
"I don't want to get hurt," I said.
"Yeah, well, you're hurting yourself by not telling John how you feel. You're also hurting yourself by focusing on him going out with someone else. Let him know how you feel!"
"Just leave me alone," I said. I opened the door to the apartment and slammed it shut in Stacy's face.
Knock-knock! "Don't ignore me, Trish. You know I'm right!
I shook my head. I ignored her. I locked the door. I then walked to my room. It was ten o'clock at night and Amy was staying the night at Phil's. I was alone in the apartment. I took off the shoes I borrowed from Stacy. I took off the dress Torrie let me borrow and I changed into my pajamas.
(John's POV)
Knock-knock!
"Come in," I said.
My bedroom door opened. "You need to go talk to Trish right now," Stacy said as she walked in.
"What? Why?" I asked, sitting up in bed.
"The girl is upset by you going out on a date with another girl."
"Why?"
"Are you two both that stupid?! Trish likes you! She has since the day you two met. She wants you to ask her out, but you won't because you don't want to ruin your friendship. Well, take a chance!"
Stacy then slammed by bedroom door.
I got out of bed and ran to the door. I opened it.
"What the hell is going on?" Randy asked walking into the hallway.
"Your roommate and friend and my best friend are both impossible," Stacy said. "They both like each other and nobody will do anything about it."
"Oh, right."
"You want me to do something about it?" I asked.
"Yes," Stacy said.
"Fine, I'll do something about it," I said.
I walked from the apartment and across the hall to Trish's. I knocked on the door.
(Trish's POV)
There was a knock on the door of the apartment. I got up from my bed and walked to the door. I walked fast and I was pissed. If it was Stacy, I was going to kill her. I looked the peephole. It was John. I quickly unlocked the door and opened it.
"John," I said. "What is it?"
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure," I said. I let John into the apartment. I then closed the door. I turned to him. "What's up?" I asked.
"Stacy is what's up," He replied.
"Oh, what did she have to say?"
"She said that I upset you by going out on a date with Michaela. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"Why won't you take a chance on me?" I asked.
"I already said why," John replied.
I shook my head. "Who cares if it ruins our friendship," I cried. "I don't care if it ruins our friendship. I want you, John! I want you like Ross wanted Rachel on FRIENDS!"
(John's POV)
I wrapped my arms around Trish and held her. "I'm sorry, Trish, but I can't. I can't promise I won't break your heart."
"You're already breaking it," She said. She shoved me away from her. "Get out!" She said.
"No!" I said.
"I said get out!"
"Well, I said no!" I stood my ground.
"Fine, stay," Trish said. "But I'm going to bed!"
"No, you're not," I said. "You and I are going to talk!"
"I don't want to talk! I want you out of my apartment! I want you out of my life!"
"You don't mean that. I'll leave, but you don't want me from your life. You want me in it." I turned around to the door. I opened it and walked out. I closed the door behind me. I then heard the sound of the lock on the door. I nodded my head. Trish needed time to cool off. I'd talk to her tomorrow.
(Trish's POV)
I locked the door behind John as he left. I didn't want him back in my apartment. At least not tonight.