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Chapter Ten: Stop to take it in
The car ride was silent as Trish looked out the window while Matt drove. Pearl Jam played softly in the background. To Trish, she was glad for the silence, lost in her thoughts. But, Matt wasn't too fond of it, because he had a lot on his mind and most of which concerned Trish.
"What's going on between you and Jeff?" Matt asked, pulling the blonde out of her thoughts.
Trish glanced at Matt, and sighed. "Nothing."
"He um, said you two kissed."
Should've known he'd tell Matt she thought. "If you could call it that, basically our lips. Err…," she tried to find the right word. "Touched."
"Fantastic." Matt rolled his eyes. "However, I would call it kissing. Trish, you need to stop being careless and leading Jeff on."
Trish was taken back at Matt's harsh tone. "Leading him on? I'm not leading him on at all!"
"I'm asking you right now, do you want to be with Jeff? Yes or no."
Trish was hesitant before answering. "I don't know."
"Well decide, and whatever you do decide don't hurt my brother, or my niece."
"I would never hurt Lacey or Jeff." She sighed, quickly regretting her words and not thinking before she spoke. She had already hurt Jeff, countless times, yet he still… gave her a chance, let it slide…. Trish did not like where this conversation was going and wanted to put a stop to it immediately.
"Never? You already did, Trish. And I just let you, but I have to draw the line at some point. And well, that has led us to this conversation."
"I don't want to talk about this, Matt." She was beginning to get frustrated.
"I'm not going to force you to. I just want to let you know where I stand. You're hurting Jeff more than you---."
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" she snapped, deeply annoyed with the dark haired Hardy.
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"So…" Jeff said after him and Lacey sat in silence for about twenty minutes. Lacey was staring at Jeff quizzically, as if trying to figure him out. "What do you want to do?"
Lacey shrugged and looked down at her hands. Silence took them again.
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Trish and Matt entered the club where the Luchagors were going to be performing. As soon as they arrived they were given V.I.P passes and let in. The club didn't open until eight thirty and it was already going on quarter pass seven. They had been let in due to being friends with Amy, and the bouncer recognized them instantly and let them in as he had orders from the redhead. Both of the guests were surprised to see the bouncers and security out so early, but there was a long line forming as people wanted to be the first to get in.
"Oh my God!" a squeal could be heard coming from the few people that were getting everything set up. "You're Matt Hardy!"
Matt put on a smile and nodded to the girl. "That be me." He told her, as she neared him. He wondered why she didn't make a fuss over Trish; he glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. Trish had ditched him, and he didn't know why he was surprised.
"I'm such a huge fan." She was saying, but he was failing to pay attention.
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Jeff groaned as he limped around the house, looking for Lacey. They had decided to play hide and seek and he couldn't find the girl. It was ten minutes into the game, and he was already getting bored with it. "Lacey!?" he called, but didn't receive an answer. He knew he couldn't give up because he had to find her. Even if it took him all night, but hopefully it wouldn't. He didn't want Trish getting pissed at him. Now, where can that little girl be?
The rainbow haired Hardy found himself in the kitchen looking around. "Lacey!?" he called again, a sigh following. Jeff walked over to the refrigerator to grab himself a beer, this babysitting thing was harder than he thought. If he ever had to babysit, wait, is watching your own kid even considered babysitting? He shrugged at the thought. Well, if he ever had to babysit again, there would be no hide and seek. Opening the frig Jeff jumped back in surprise.
"You found me." Lacey grinned.
"Erm, yeah… I did." Jeff helped Lacey out of the frig and wondered how she even got in there in the first place. "How did you get in there, kid?"
"Secret." She placed her index finger to her lips and made a shushing sound.
"So, I found you." He grabbed a beer from the frig, and then proceeded looked at Lacey who reached foreword and grabbed the bottle of apple juice before Jeff shut the door. "What next?"
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Trish sighed dramatically as she laid down on the leather couch in the Luchagors's dressing room. Amy shook her head, "I can't believe he said that."
"Me either!"
Amy shot Trish a look. "Took him long enough."
"What!?" Trish sat up and folded her arms over her chest.
"He doesn't want Jeff to be hurt. You've hurt him a lot." Amy told her friend. "He was just letting you know not to hurt Jeff anymore. Jeff's been through a lot, you know this, I know this. How much can that poor guy take?"
"You agree with Matt?" her eyes narrowed as she stared intently at her friend.
"Yeah, Trish, I do. I really do."
"I knew it was a mistake to come here." Trish stood up from the couch. "I never wanted him to get hurt. It just happened that way. He should've never found out about Lacey. I wish it would've never happened."
"Oh Trish come on. Stop being all dramatic."
"I'm not being dramatic." She knew that was a lie and she was indeed being very dramatic. "I'm being truthful." Another lie.
Amy gave the woman an annoyed look.
"Fine," Trish clicked her tongue. "I'm being overly dramatic and lying. But, God, Ames!" she stomped her foot. "This is so hard. I don't want to hurt Jeff, but it's like everything I do hurts him!"
Amy opened her mouth to reply, but Trish cut her off again.
"He kissed me, Ames!" she told her friend. "He fucking kissed me and I liked it! I like him, I have feelings for him but he and I can't happen. I refuse to hurt him anymore. I will not stand for it."
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A/n: Sorry for the long wait. I know I cut scenes too much in this chap, my bad. I wasn't going to end the chapter here but I felt bad for not updating in two weeks and you've all been wonderful with your reviews. Thanks for the reviews by the way. I'll try to have the next chapter out this weekend. No promises though.
Little Lotte - I know the difference between a flame and constructive criticism. I love constructive criticism and thought it was sweet that you would take time to write what. I do agree with most things you said. The only thing that annoyed me was that you left an anonymous review, because I would really love to reply. But I do have to say you're wrong with the can't give the child her father's last name if he doesn't sign the birth certificate. In America (dunno about Canada (where Lace was born) or wherever) you can give your child any last name you please. It doesn't matter if the father signs anything or the last name isn't your own or your baby daddy's last name. So if you wanted to give your child the last name 'Moisturizer' you can. 'Cause there's no law against it, so it's legal.