John's pov

I got up early in the morning to shower, brush my teeth, pack my bags and eat breakfast. We have to go in another state, so almost all of the superstars were up. After doing all this, I went to our hotel room and laid down for a while. Randy was there and he too, also finished doing his stuff. I wonder if I should tell him what happened yesterday. If I wouldn't, would I get another chance to talk to Trish. I haven't broken any promise to Randy yet, so maybe...

"Hey Randy." I greeted him.

"Hmm?" was all he said because he was watching TV.

"What did you do last night?"

"Nothing. Just spend my time with Stacy."

"You and her together already?" I asked him.

"No, not yet. She's playing hard to get."

"It's good that you are patient enough to play along."

"Hey, I love her and I will wait forever for her." That's how cheesy Randy can get when we are talking about Stacy.

"That's our types Randy."

"Yeah, I know. The ones who wants to be courted for a long time to make us prove ourselves that we deserve them." Randy stated.

"How long have you been courting her?" I asked again because I forgot.

"About seven months already."

"That's a long time."

"I know. But I don't care. As long as I'm with her."

"Good to know you are happy."

"Yeah, when will you be anyway?" he left the question hanging.

"I did my promise already." I grinned at him, putting the statement out of the blue.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Do you have a memory gap?"

"Uh. I don't know what you're talking about." he asked, stupidly.

"I meant the promise about me making a move to Trish!" I exclaimed.

"Ohh.. that... when?" he was now intrigued. Well, that got him.

"Last night. Dinner time. I'm glad you weren't there because if you were there, you could have blown up my chances."

"Entertain me, what happened last night?"

I told him everything I could to tell him, but not the part about the way I feel whenever she smiled, or laughed. I don't want to gossip about that. That would be, let's say, disgusting for a guy. Girls can talk about that stuff, but not guys. We hide our feelings but tell what happened and that is enough for a guy.

Randy snickered after I told him about me having dinner with Trish.

"What's so funny asshole?" I whacked him at the back of his head.

"Ouch. Nothing." He rubbed his head and shot a glare at me.

"Then why are you laughing? You don't laugh for no reason? Are you onto marijuana or ecstacy or something?"

"No. I don't do drugs stupid."

"Well, you keep on laughing without any reason so I thought you were onto it."

"Is it bad to laugh? So, what did you guys do after?"

"Nothing. I just accompanied her to her hotel room."

"You didn't fuck or something?" Randy asked.

"Hell no. That was not a date or something. Plus, I don't get right down to it. Trish is not a whore." I stated.

"Okay hotshot, chill. I just asked." Randy told me to calm down.

"We're not even together so why would we have sex or something. It's just some casual friendly date."

"So I got you." Randy said, triumphantly.

"What?"

"You had a date with Trish Stratus!" he exclaied, rather loudly.

"No, asshole. I didn't have a date with her."

"But you just said 'date'." Randy quoted the date thing.

"Stupid, I said it was 'friendly date'."

"Still, it was a date. Friendly or not, smartass." he said. Why do we always use such bad words?

"Whatever you say Randy. Believe what you want to believe." I told him.

"I believe that it was a date." Randy smiled.

Again, I whacked the back of his head...

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