Chapter 3: How've you been?

"I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same how've you been?
Since you've been gone my worlds been dark and grey"

-Trish-

When all of the superstars were on the plane I casually glanced around looking for your rainbow hair. I saw you standing with Amy, her red hair and your rainbow hair standing out like sore thumbs.

I watched as she hugged you tightly and talked to you in a low voice, concern evident on her face. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, thinking back to when we stopped talking.

It was after we'd been partners in a tag match. You went to shower and I hung around. We'd been so close to kissing again and God I wanted to. But then your cell phone rang while you were in the shower.

I know I shouldn't have done it but I answered it and didn't say a word. Immediately the person on the other end began to talk.

"Jeffy," came an airy female voice. "I need you baby, when are you coming home? I miss falling asleep with you. Tomorrow is our two year anniversary sweetie, please try and make it home or at least call…" She stopped talking and I held my breath. She kept calling for you and I hung up on her.

My head spun with questions. Two-year anniversary? I always thought you were single! Immediately I thought I was just a game, a challenge to you, and once that thought crossed my mind I ran out of the locker room and left for the hotel without you.

I treated you like shit for the next few days until I heard you on the phone with the same woman backstage. You told her to stop calling you and to get it through her head that you and her were over, that you had been for months. She kept insisting, I could hear it from where I stood. You hung up on her and I felt my stomach drop.

You weren't using me I jumped to conclusions. And my one flaw was that I could never admit I was wrong.

I should have known that by ignoring you I just pushed you away so far that you wouldn't come near me again. That's one thing we had talked about; how when people pushed us away that we could never go back to them. And now I'd lost you and it was my fault.

I sighed and closed my eyes tightly, fighting the tears. I heard someone come down the isle and mutter sorry as they most likely bumped into another passenger. But that sorry held a deep southern tinge to it. I sat up and turned just in time to see you walk past me, carrying your duffel bag over your shoulder.

You looked tired as you put your bag in the overhead compartment and collapsed into your chair, something we used to do side by side for these flights. Now I could only stare ahead as you put on your headphones and relaxed, most likely listening to Pearl Jam as you fell asleep before take off.

-Jeff-

I saw your blonde hair a few rows away from where I stood with Amy and Matt. Amy immediately hugging me and asking if I was okay, something she'd been doing a lot lately because she knew if Matt asked I'd blow him off but to her, I couldn't lie.

"No Amy I'm not alright," I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

"Did you drink too much?" she asked.

"No. I just tried getting over Trish for the thousandth time with some girl and then ended up staying up and thinking about Trish the entire night."

Amy frowned and hugged me, Matt's hand resting on my shoulder. After a few soft words from each of them I headed up the isle. I could see your hair and saw that the seat next to you was empty. For a second I forgot that we weren't speaking and I almost sat down in the chair beside you. Then I remembered and swung my back up on my shoulder again, accidentally hitting Torrie with it.

"Sorry," I said, feeling bad immediately. She just smiled and nodded her forgiveness. I kept walking past you and sat in a chair a few rows ahead; all of us allowed to choose are seats since Mr. McMahon rented out entire planes for us.

I put on my headphones and leaned back into the chair, falling asleep just before take off, wondering what you did a few rows back.

-Trish-

We had a long flight ahead of us, five hours to be exact. About three hours in I stood to go to the bathroom, not noticing that you were already on line for it. I came up behind you without realizing until I caught sight of your boots.

I looked up at you but said nothing because your mouth was already open and forming words.

"Hey Trish," you greeted. I was shocked that you were speaking to me.

"Hey Jeff," I said, nervously shifting my wait.

Simultaneously we both blurted out, "How're you?"

Awkwardly with both responded with our versions of being okay minus soreness and lack of sleep. We said nothing after that though I really wanted to.

"You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away"

-Jeff-

I wanted to say so much to you but I didn't, I chickened out. After going to the bathroom we returned to our seats without so much as a glance at each other and we landed. At one point during the flight I stood, almost coming to sit with you but I chickened out again, giving up on ever getting you back. Once at the airport we all piled into different vans and cars, heading to the hotel, me with Amy and Matt, you with Torrie and Kidman.

I spent that afternoon thinking about you, about all the good timed we'd had before and after matches and how all of this started. With that simple kiss after I dropkicked the Big Show. I never expected to go out to the ring and save you from Victoria and Richards but I saw you were in trouble and couldn't let you get beat down. I never expected to kiss you then either.

The kisses aside I'd learned to enjoy your company. It was nice talking to someone who hasn't known me my entire life or most of it like Amy, Matt, and Shane. And you, in turn, liked talking to someone who was more or less your polar opposite. It was nice.

Once the sun went down I got ready to go find yet another replacement. Once I'd showered and dressed I walked down into the lobby, not expecting to see you there as well.

-Trish-

After our talk on the plane I swore I saw you stand and look back, as though you were considering sitting with me. But you just stretched and sat down again. I sighed, my hopes of gaining you back crushed.

We all went our separate ways once we landed. I went to my room and called my mother, something I'd been doing a lot lately.

After talking for a while she had one piece of advice. "Why don't you go to church honey? I know you never liked going but it's a nice place to think and clear your head."

We talked a little longer before hanging up. At first I was totally against the church idea but then it began to grow on me.

Sighing I mumbled to myself, "There's nothing better to do."

So I got ready, pulling on a nice pair of pants and a shirt before heading downstairs.

I love how fate sticks us in the lobby at the same damn time.

-Jeff-

You looked good. I watched as you walked over to the map stand and began looking at the pamphlet. I needed one too and I wasn't that much of a baby to wait until you left so I walked over and grabbed one as well.

We stood in silence before we almost simultaneously dropped the maps and stared at each other.

"What're you up to tonight?" I asked.

"Church. I need a place to think," you replied. I nodded. "How about you?" you asked.

I hung my head, ashamed of my plans to go drinking and looking for someone else when the person I wanted stood right in front of me. "Drinking," I said slowly afraid of your reaction.

We stared at each other, a long silence between us. I couldn't think of a damn thing to say without making a fool of myself.

We both immediately turned, plans forgotten, as we ran back to our rooms you to the elevator me to the stairs. I didn't care that I was on the tenth floor; I needed to run off my nervous energy.

Once I got back in my room I kicked the bed and sat down on it as I realized how much of an idiot I just was. I could have fixed things and I didn't. Damn I'm an ass hole.

AN: The next chapter should be the last one. Feedback is appreciated.