THE STRATUS ESTATE

THE KITCHEN

7:26 PM

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 7TH

Trish and Mickie were in the kitchen unloading the dishes out of the dishwasher after dinner. Trish didn't know why Mommy never got a housekeeper but her mother always told her the same thing. You are spoiled enough my dear, blah, blah, blah.

"So…" Trish said twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger. "What do you think of Bellclair?"
"It's okay" Mickie nodded placing a glass in the cupboard.

"Meet any people you like, other than us, of course" Trish smiled. Mickie shrugged. "You can tell me Mick" She's trying to be friendly to me; we're going to be practically living together. Tell her, Mickie told her self.

"Randy's nice" Mickie grinned.

Bitch, Trish thought. She almost dropped the Vera Wang Wedgwood plate she was trying to place in the cupboard.

"Oh…so you like Randy?" Trish asked. She sat down on one of the stools by the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Oh, I don't know" Mickie said closing the dishwasher. Bitch please, Trish thought rolling her eyes. "I really don't know him"
"It's okay if you like him, Mick" Trish said coaxingly.

"I'm not sure yet"
"He's a hot guy, lots of girls like him" Trish commented. "But I don't…anymore"

Mickie turned around.

"You d…don't?" Mickie blurted. Trish shook her head.

"Not now"
"But I thought Candice said-"
"Candice thinks we're still in junior year, when I LIKED him, LIKED, Mickie, past tense" Trish explained. Mickie nodded her head. She doesn't anymore so she wouldn't mind now, right? Mickie asked herself. "Unless…." Trish sighed.

"Unless what?"
"Is he hitting on you? I knew it, typical, he always hits on the new girl" Trish rambled.

"No he didn't" Mickie said. She sat down on the stool next to Trish. "He was really sweet to me"
"Oh…" Trish observed her French-manicured nails. "Well then…"
"Trish!" her mother called.

"Yeah?" Trish yelled.

"Where are you?"
"Kitchen!" Trish screamed.

"What?" Rachel yelled.

"KITCHEN!" Trish hollered. "Shit"

"Trish, where?" she said and then stopped as she entered the kitchen. "There you are dah-ling" Rachel's blond hair was in a messy bun and she wore a white silk robe with slippers.
"Yeah moth-er" Trish rolled her eyes. How many fucking times did I say where I was?

"Mickie, I don't know if I told you this before but no shoes in the house it-"
"Scuffs the floor and tracks dirt" Trish finished for her mother with a fake smile.

"I'm sorry" Mickie said taking off her flip flops and holding them in her hands.

"It's perfectly fine, dear" Rachel said smiling. "Trish, dah-ling?"
"Yes, Mommy?" Trish said not looking up from the marble counter.

"Did you make sure that Mickie enjoyed her first day?" Rachel questioned her daughter. She looked up at her mom.

"Of course, Mother" Trish smiled. Rachel surveyed her daughter with her hazel eyes.

"Alright" Rachel said coolly. "Daddy's in his office Trish, you might want to say bye before he leaves on his business trip to Paris"
"Daddy's going to Paris?" Trish asked. Her mother nodded. When was anyone going to tell me?

"I Tivo'd Oprah so I will be in my room" she said leaving the kitchen.

"Ciao, Ma" Trish said sadly. After her mother left Trish opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Dasani water. "I'm going to watch TV"

After Trish slammed her bedroom door she logged onto her Instant Messenger. All of the Divas where on.

DIRTY BLONDE: Hey Trishy

It was Torrie. With a yawn Trish IM'd her best friend.

STRATUSFACTION: Guess wut?

DIRTY BLONDE: Wait, Cand & Stace r on…wait

Torrie opened a conference.

PLAYBOY BUNNY: Sup?
I GOT LEGS: Hey :-)

Trish snorted. Stacy was always so cheesy on IM.

DIRTY BLONDE: Got gossip points, Trish?

STRATUSFACTION: U kno it

IGOTLEGS: Mickie?
STRATUSFACTION: Yep, she likes RKO

DIRTYBLONDE: She'll never get him

PLAYBOY BUNNY: LMAO

STRATUSFACTION: But RKO wanted me 2 tell her about the football game

DIRTYBLONDE: WTF?

STRATUSFACTION: I asked her if she liked him & she wuz BSing saying that she doesn't know him

IGOTLEGS: denial

STRATUSFACTION: But something happened wit RKO 2day….

IGOTLEGS: True….

STRATUSFACTION: thinking….

Trish looked at her clock. She wanted to talk to Daddy before she went to bed. Plus she was exhausted from the first day.

STRATUSFACTION: TTYL, DIVAS GOT TO THINK ABOUT MICKIE, LUV , 3

IGOTLEGS: BUH-BYE BABES

PLAYBOY BUNNY: LUV YA

DIRTY BLOND: 3 U, TRISH GOODNIITE

Before Trish went to bed she had to do her State of the Union.


THE CURRENT STATE OF THE UNION

IN

SENIOR YEAR

THE CAFÉ

THE DIVAS

OUT

ANYTHING ELSE…

CAFETERIA

MICKIE JAMES

THE STRATUS ESTATE

TRISH'S BEDROOM

6:02 PM

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 9TH

Trish watched herself in the mirror on Saturday afternoon. You look great, she told herself and she hoped that Randy thought so too. She ran her hand through her blond hair as she observed her outfit closely. She cocked her head to the side because she found it the most effective way to see how she looked. Her cashmere crop sweater vest looked nice with her seven jeans, camisole, and knee-length stiletto boots.
She looked at the time. The football game was starting at seven and Trish needed to be front and center. It took Trish a solid three hours to get ready. The first two were spend at the salon with Frederick, her stylist. The last hour was spent to get her outfit and makeup perfect. Trish rummaged through her whole walk in closet that morning only to realize that she didn't like anything she had. She ended up making a quick run to Neiman Marcus instead.

"Mickie's here" her mother announced over the intercom. Trish rolled her eyes at the white intercom box that was mounted on her baby blue painted walls. She put on some of her Tiffany & Co perfume before she grabbed her Louis Vuitton bag and headed out the door.

"When will you be home, dah-ling?" Rachel asked her daughter as she entered the living room. She was wearing a Nicole Miller Double Strap Seamed Dress with Via Spiga pumps, and a Marc by Marc Jacobs clutch. Her hair was down in loose curls.
"Later" Trish said.

"I hope those shoes are new" her mother said.

"Yeah, ma. I wouldn't wear dirty shoes in your house" she rolled her eyes.
"Dah-ling, I wish you could come to the gala with your father and me" her mom said pouting.

"You knew I was going to the football game Mom"
"I know dah-ling" she sighed. "But you have time, you can-"

"No Mom!" Trish said. "I promised a friend…" A Hot one too. "That I would be there, you always told me to 'honor my engagements' don't be a hypocrite Mother" Trish said making air-quotes over 'honor my engagements'.

"What's going on?" Trish's father said coming into the living room. He was dressed in an Armani tux and Trish thought her father looked dashing…Cary Grant-like.

"Nothing much daddy" she smiled hugging her father.

"I wanted Trish to come to the gala with us" her mother explained.

"Daddy I told you about the football game…the first game of the season"
"Well Rach, it is the first game" her father said.

"Thank you Daddy!" Trish smiled.

"Clark, don't-" her mother fumed.

"Have fun at the game princess"
"I will Daddy" Trish said over her shoulder as she left.

Trish pulled off keeping her eye on the time. Her cell phone rang to the tune of Cascada's 'Everytime we touch'.

"Yeah" she answered holding the phone with her right hand while trying to steer with the left.

"You're coming, right Stratus?" it was Randy. Trish's stomach turned. Thank God she stopped at a red light or she would have ran into the parked Toyota Camry.

"On my way as we speak" she said.
"Mickie too?"
"Why?" Trish asked defensively. "She your next conquest Orton?"

It was Randy. Mickie straightened up in her seat to get a better listen. Mickie envied the fact that Randy liked Trish.

"Just asking" he said trying to fake an 'I don't care' tone. Trish sucked her teeth loudly. "Jealous, Stratus?"
"Never, its whatever floats your boat honey"
"You can float my boat any day" God, it's so tempting, Trish thought.

"Whatev" she said. "Good luck Orton, you're gonna need it"
"Thanks babe" A smile tugged at Trish's mouth. She was so thankful that Randy couldn't see her because she was blushing so hard. She snapped her phone shut and tossed it on her lap.

"Was that Randy?" Mickie questioned while looking out the window. Trish threw her a side-glance. I thought you didn't like him, Trish thought.

"Yeah" Trish said.

"Oh" Mickie said trying to fake disinterest. Mickie could not wait to see Randy at the game. If they won she would jump up and down and give Randy a hug and tell him congratulations. And maybe they would hang out after the game.

BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

FOOTBALL STADIUM

6:27 PM

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 9TH

Trish pulled up to the field smiling snugly because not too many people were there…yet. It was oddly warm for a September evening. 80 degrees to be exact. Which made Trish mad because Randy wouldn't give her his varsity jacket if she complained that it was cold.
"What up Divas!" she smiled walking up to Torrie and Candice who were sitting on the first row of bleachers right on the fifty-yard line. Stacy was the only diva who knew all about football. Torrie, Candice and Trish only knew about touchdown and the hottest NFL players.

"Hi" they said in unison. Mickie plopped down next to Trish on the bleachers.

"I heart those BCBG sandals, Torr" Trish said.

"Picked them up on Thursday after school"
"Ehmagawd Trish, you look hawt" Candice said.
"There's an after party tonight" Torrie said fiddling with her crystal encrusted dangling earring.

"Shut up" Trish said.

"John told me"
"Ehmagawd, I'm soooo there" Trish said. Mickie cleared her throat. God damn, she almost forgot about Mickie Mouse. Trish bit her glossy lip as she turned to Mickie. "You don't have a curfew, right?"

"I can call my Mom" Mickie said. Trish nodded turning away.

"I miss Stace" Torrie sighed.

"Me too" Trish said taking out her cell phone to text message her best friend. She knew that Stacy was working her shift at The Blue Moon Diner wearing that ugly sixties looking outfit. The poor thing.

"Ehmagawd, he's here!" Candice squealed her stiletto heels tapped on the ground.

"Who?" Torrie asked gazing at herself in her compact mirror.

"Dave" Candice smiled standing up.

"Dave Clarkson?" Trish raised an eyebrow. "I thought after his parents divorce settlement he would spend six months in South Beach and then six months here"
"No, Dave Batista" Candice said smoothing down her outfit. He was down on the field with the rest of the teachers. "Gimme your mirror, Tor" Candice snatched it out of her hand.

"Damn, wait for a response, puh-lease" Torrie said with an eye-roll.

"Sorry" Candice said running her hands through her hair. "He's is so hawt"

"Uh Cand, can you say statutory rape?" Torrie asked crossing her legs. Trish held back a snort.

"He's twenty two" Candice said now applying lip gloss. "And when I turn eighteen-"
"Next year" Trish pointed out.

"Whatev" Candice shrugged. "In January"
"Cand, you can get him into a lot of trouble" Torrie said. And Torrie knew, her father was a successful attorney.

"Not if anyone doesn't say anything" Candice said snapping Torrie's compact shut. She glared at her friends.

"We wouldn't do that, Cand" Trish said. Candice folded her arms.

"I know YOU wouldn't" she said. "But…" she looked at Mickie. "You SWEAR you won't say anything?"
"Swear" Mickie said raising her left hand.

"Okay, how do I look"
"You just looked at yourself in the mirror for like five minutes" Mickie mumbled. Candice shot her a look.

"DIVAS, how do I look?" Candice rephrased her question.

"Hot" Trish said looking out on the field at the Spirit Squad, who were stretching.

"Ah-dorable" Torrie added.

"Good" she rolled her shoulders back and turned around. "Now watch me work" Candice raised her hand in the air and started to do her famous Go-Daddy dance.

"Woooo! Yeah baby!" some guys from the top of the bleachers yelled. "You're hot!" Candice continued, now causing a riot with the guys. She knew that he noticed now. She stopped and looked at the field where he was staring. Candice gave him a flirty wave and returned to seat.

"He's mine" Candice said with a smile.

BELLCLAIR ACADEMY HIGH

FOOTBALL STADIUM

8:06 PM

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 9TH

The game was in the second quarter and Bellclair had Delbartion prep 7-0.

"Delbarton has got some hotties" Torrie laughed.

"Trish you checking out-OW!" Candice began but Trish pushed Torrie into Candice. Trish dug for her cell phone in her purse. She took it and flipped it open signaling Torrie and Candice to take out their cell phones.

NEW MESSAGE FORM: Trishy

I told Mickie that I dont like RKO bcuz I want 2 find out if she likes him so dont say anything!
"Got it" Torrie said closing her cell phone. Mickie looked at the Divas, something was up.

"Kay" Candice said.

The game was continuing and it was going to be half time in a few minutes. Trish yawned and looked at Mickie who seemed to be really into the game. Or maybe she's just into Randy.
The crowd on Bellclair's side was cheering after they scored another touchdown right before the halftime buzzer. Trish, Torrie, and Candice were jumping up and down and screaming. They looked back down to the field and saw Randy and his teammates walking off the field. Torrie blew a kiss to John, who waved back and Randy waved at Trish. Trish waved and then saw Mickie next to her also waving at Randy. Trish rolled her eyes. I hope she knows that he was waving to me, Trish thought sitting down on the bleachers. She crossed her legs and a pensive look took over her face. He was waving to me…right?

"Ugh, why don't you and John hook up already and be a couple" Candice said as she and Torrie sat down. Trish fiddled with her Tiffany & Co. charm bracelet as she stared into space.

"We might as well already be a couple, we've been dating since July" Torrie sighed.

"I'm going to get a funnel cake at the concession stand" Trish said suddenly getting up. Trish trudged down the bleachers to the concession stand. She turned the corner and Maria Kanellis bumped into her. Maria ended up spilling her cherry slushy on herself.

"Ugh! Watch were you're going dumb ass!" Trish spat.

"Oh my god! My clothes" Maria wailed, her eyes wide.
"Puh-lease, they probably cost next to nothing at Sears" Trish said. Maria's mouth hung open in shock. "And stay away from Andrew, that's Stacy's BF" Trish warned as she stomped off.
"What can I get ya, Trish?" a senior Trish remembered being in her Algebra class back in freshman year asked. Hmmm…Trish thought kinda looks like Colin Farrell. I think he plays basketball but what's his name? Jake? John? Josh?

"Funnel Cake. Small"
"Coming up babe…"

"Thanks" Trish smiled. Trish placed her hands on her hips as she waited for her funnel cake.

"Hey Trish" she heard someone say. She recognized the voice and froze. Chris, she sighed. She turned and found her self face to face with her ex-boyfriend Chris Jericho who she cheated on with his friend Christian.

"Chris!" Trish said trying to sound excited. "Long time no see, hun"
"Saw you in Calculus yesterday but before I could say anything you left when the bell rang" Chris said.

"Yeah..well, you know I don't like math" Trish smiled. She started to fiddle again with her charm bracelet a sure fire sign that she was uncomfortable. Chris noticed.

"Had a good summer?" he asked.

"Yeah, you?" she asked.
"Yeah" Then there was silence. Shit. Trish thought. It was Chris, her ex-Chris, her 'honey pie' as she used to call him. The guy she loved …in junior year. But apparently Trish didn't love him enough because she started to hang out with Christian…a lot. Soon Chris got boring and Trish decided to ditch him like she did to last year's Burberry bag. So he caught her making out with Christian in the hallway one day after school and that was it. But Trish knew that Chris had someone else, namely, Stephanie McMahon whom he still had something for. So Trish thought they were even.

"How's Stephanie?" she asked.
"Fine"
"Trish, you're funnel cake is ready" Colin Farrell guy said.

"Thanks" she picked it up off of the counter. "So it was nice talking to ya, Chris"
"Yeah" he nodded. Even though the lovely Miss Stratus cheated on him with his best friend he couldn't help but still have something for her. "Maybe we could go to Starbucks and talk a little"
"Sure" Trish nodded. "Bye"

AND THERES UR CHAP. CANDICE WANTS DAVE. MICKIE WANTS RANDY. TRISH WANTS RANDY. TORRIE WANTS JOHN. UGH, IT'S ALL VERY COMPLICATED YOU SEE. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. THANKS FOR READING. MUAHZZ!