Heavy clouds, no rain
And every move causes pain
Ready kiss, but no love
I feel I'm torn in half
Ardent look, but no heat
It's not you really need
Baby, now it has happened with us
We are dancing on broken glass
Can't stand no more


~"Then the man with a mask overturned the young girl, who was watching at him with panic eyes, but he payed no attention to it. It was dark, they were in a middle of the wood, the moon was neighing of something horrible, probably at her, she knew exactly that nobody would hear her. Even if they would, it would be too late to save her. . . She was smart, she understood that, so she didn't bother herself to scream.
- Please. . . don't. . . - she whispered as tears were running from her eyes along with black mascara. Unfortunately he didn't listen to her. The girl started to cry more as she saw how the man took out a little penknife and bend down to her. . . He slowly touched her face with the penknife. . .
- AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"~

Trish turned away from the screen. She buried her face to Chris' neck, on which he smiled. She tried to ignore the horrible screams from the film. Horror moves were not her thing. . .

All the thoughts about the horror move were taken off, when she felt Chris' arm on her own. She felt a cold shiver running through her body. The shiver was not the pleasant one, more like the terrifying one. No, she wasn't afraid of Chris, she knew that she could trust him, but could she trust herself? Weren't they acting like this when they were a couple? Now they're friends. Just friends. And she wanted to keep their relationship on that line.

Trish carefully pulled out her hand off Chris', but he was too taken off by the film to notice that - she thought so. Actually he did notice that, but he was too smart to make her fell uncomfortable. He was her friend, even if he wanted to be more than that. He had to make her trust him. . .

- Don't be scared. - he whispered to her ear. - It's just a film. Imagine how much fun they had while filming it. - he finished as she gave him a small smile.

- In each film there's some reality. - she whispered back to him after few minutes.

- Not in this one. - he smiled widely. He loved to have these little discussions with her. It was the first thing besides her look and amazing smile, which attracted him to her that much. She was smart and she knew how to defend her opinion.

- And what kind of a sick freak would create a movie like this? - she asked silently. - It's like he enjoys seeing people suffering and killing each other.

- I think he just enjoys scaring other people. - Chris responded. - People who watch his films.

- Then I should be his favorite customer. - she responded as he giggled.

- Ok, if you're so not pleased that I brought you here, then tell me how could I make it up to you? - he whispered to her with a smile

- Next week. Chick flick. - she whispered back

- No! - Chris responded a bit louder than he intended to. - You can't do this to me!

- Watch me. - Trish smiled as she took out two tickets to "Bride Wars" off her handbag. Chris took a deep breath as she giggled.

- You're cruel. - he whispered to her

- You started first. - she said as they both giggled. Then their laugh ended staring in each other eyes. Chris slowly moved closer to her, their foreheads were now pressed, the tip of his nose softly touching hers. Chris tried to resist, God knows he did, but that warmth inside of him, the feeling he was now having, was stronger than him. He softly kissed Trish.


- Jeff. - Amy said as he walked into Jeffs locker room. Jeff was just sitting there, staring at the wall with empty eyes. Since it was evening, it was dark outside, but Jeff didn't bother himself to turn on the light. All of the superstars were now home with their families, only workers were cleaning corridors, locker rooms, arena. She knew what he was thinking about. Who he was thinking about. And it hurt her, Jeff was her friend, the one she trusted the most, and he deserved to be happy. Right now, Jeff could be any way you want, but not happy.

- Jeff, lets go. Matt's waiting for us in the car. - she sat besides him. - Please. . .

- You go. I want to be alone. - he answered quietly. Amy tried to hold her tears.

- Much time passed. It's time to move on, time to forget her. . .

- Do you have any idea how many people told me this? - he asked smiling sadly. - You all think it's so easy, don't you? Just forget about her, move on, build yourself a new life, get yourself another girl. That's it, that plain simple. You all tell me what to do, so why don't you tell me how to do it?

- Because we're not in your position and we probably don't get the damn thing what's going on. - she admitted. - That's true. I wish to tell you that I know how you feel and other bullshit, but I don't. I won't lie to you Jeff, I don't imagine what's it like being in this situation. But I know what's best for you. - Amy said looking at him seriously. - And that's to move on. Quit standing in one place, Jeff. The story of a punk boy and the princess is over. - Jeff sat quiet, looking at the floor. - I didn't want to tell you this, but do you know where Trish is right now?

- Where? - Jeff lifted his eyes, not sure if he wants o hear the answer.

- With Chris. - she responded as he turned his eyes at the floor once again and clenched his teeth. - They might call it a 'hang out', but that's a hundred per cent date. The oldest theory in the world, the guy, who likes the girl, first pretends to be her friend. You know it.

- Do you think he's worth her?

- He's a good guy, seriously. - Amy responded

- But is he good enough? - Jeff asked once again looking in her eyes.

- She's my best friend, you can't imagine how hard it is to break your castles in the air, but I have to do it. I'm sorry. - Amy confessed. - I may now seem like a life-ruiner, but there's no ther way, Jeff. She's with another.

- Do I have to let her go? - he asked desperatly, praying with his eyes for negative answer.

- Yes. - she responded after a couple of minutes, before hugging him.


- Trish, I'm sorry. - Chris said later on, when the movie ended and now they with Trish were making their way to their hotel. It felt very akward.

- No, it's ok. I guess it just meant to happen. - she smiled sadly.

- I have to be honest with you, cause I fell like garbage right now for not being completely sincere. The truth is that I like you. A lot. - he confessed when they stopped going. - I know the story between you and Jeff and believe me I tried to fight this feeling, but. . .

- You don't have to. - she placed her finger on his lips, not letting him to finish his sentence. - If sincere, then sincere. - Trish took a deep breath. - I still love him. Very much. But it's clear, that we can't be together and I'm sick of waiting for any miracles. I can't promise you that I can fall in love with you after a while, I can't promise you that we would be happy together. But I'm willing to try. Help me get over him. - tears were running from her eyes. - Cause it's killing me. . .

- I'm always here baby. - Chris wiped her tears away. - You don't need to promise me nothing, I just want to be together. I know, I just know that we will be happy.

- How?

- I feel like this. - he smiled. - I trust my instincts. Trish, do you want to be my girlfriend?

- Yes. - she responded smiling sadly as he placed a small kiss on her lips.


- Baby. - Stacy smiled as she sneaked into Randys hotel room. - How do I look? - she turned around showing her little sexy PJ.

- Great. - Randy responed showing no interest.

- Hey, what's wrong with you? Do you know how many men would die to see me like this???!!! - Stacy asked angrly

- Stacy, not now. I don't want to get in another fight with you! - he stood up

- Did you notice that you don't want to do nothing with me?! You don't want talk, go out, kiss, make love and now argue with me?! I'm sick of you ignoring me!

- Then why don't you just dump me? - he asked coolly

- Funny, I've been asking the same question to myself again and again. - she responded angrily. - Now I've got the answer, we're over Randall! If you can't appreciate what you've got, than you're doomed to lose it!

- Am I supposed to be sorry for this? - Randy asked sarcastically

- You jackass! - she cried out completely angry. - You're not worth it. You know what? I need a real man, not a boy playing family like you!

- Like who? - Randy smiled

- Thinking about this. . . Now since John Cena dumped that idiot Maria, I'm sure as hell he'd be interested! - Stacy slammed the door of his room.

- Too bad, so sad! - Randy smiled widely. - One problem less.