A/N: One review, that's it? C'mon. Second update since that long break. Hopefully I'll regain my LOYAL reviewers?! Read and Review!
Trish Stratus stuck her head out into the hallway, looking both was as if she were crossing a street, rather then a hotel hallway. Not seeing anybody, she ran to the other side, finding the room she was looking for. She had to do something to prevent John finding out about Jeff. She could tell Jeff that John was an ex-boyfriend that was also vey protective of her. But then if Jeff found out she lied, he wouldn't want to be with her. She let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that she should have thought about what to say earlier. The blonde began to walk back to her room, before she was lifted over someones shoulder.
"What the hell? Put me down!" She pounded her fists against the figure's back until her feet were planted evenly on the ground. Dusting herself off, she glanced up with a glare.
"TRISHY!" John wrapped his arms around her into a huge embrace. Trish awkwardly hugged back. Finally, John let her go. "I've been worried sick about you, T. What's been going on?" He placed a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at her. Trish let out a nervous giggle and shrug as if missing her plane was something she did often.
"Ah, nothing. Just slept in was all. It's a mistake anyone could make, you know." She smiled at John. John considered this, turning his head as he heard a click come from his room's door.
"Hey-" He was cut off as Trish grabbed his arm, pulling him against a wall. She held her breath, ignoring the odd look John was giving her, waiting for Jeff to walk away. The sound of the elevator doors was enough for Trish to stick her head out. Sure enough, she saw the back of Jeff's head. Letting out a breath, she looked at John who was grinning at her. She was pinning him to the wall, her body pushed up against his.
"Oh, sorry." She let her hands fall to her side, biting her lip at her obvious actions.
"You okay? You don't seem like your normal self." He asked her worriedly. Trish shrugged once again, sitting with her back against the wall. John joined her, hand on her let.
"Yeah. Great, couldn't be better." She gave a smile, hoping he'd buy her act. John let out a long sigh.
"I think I know what's bothering you.." John, completely forgetting about the fact that she might be with someone else, turned away. Trish gave a shocked stare.
"...You do?"
Jeff Hardy glanced around the halls before entering the elevator. Strangely enough, he heard people but couldn't see him. This only made him seem ten times crazier then he already was. Going down two floors, Jeff took a look glimpse at the main floor, deciding to go find one of the little cafe places. After finding the small room, he hopped in line, realizing that even if he ordered everything on this menu, it wouldn't satisfy his hunger. As the line moved forward, so did Jeff, almost tripping the girl infront of him by stepping on the back of her shoe. She spun around angrily.
"Sorry! It was an accident." He threw his hands up in the air, apologizing. She just placed her hand on her hip, checking him out.
"If you say so." She rolled her eyes, spinning back around. Jeff smiled at this act.
"Can I make it up to you?" He asked, waiting for her to look back at him.
"Make up what? The fact that you bent the back of my only pair of sneakers?" She sighed, lifting one foot up an inch. She let it drop down to the floor. "No, I don't think so." Shaking her head, she took in his blue hair.
"Alright, then. If you say so. I'm Jeff, by the way." Trying to make conversation, he reached his hand out to shake hers. Immediately, her facial expression went from annoyed to excited.
"Hardy? Jeff Hardy?" She grinned, not hiding her happiness to see the colorful boy. Jeff slowly nodded, wondering how she knew him.
"I'm Stacy Keibler. It's nice to meet you. I think you can make it up to me after all. The one day I wear my sneakers, they're ruined. Tsk tsk." Stace smiled as Jeff laughed.
"Alright, I'll pay for what ever it is you're ordering." Digging his wallet out of his back pocket, they stepped up to the cashier. "I'll have a decaff, please. And one.." He trailed off, looking at Stacy to place her order.
"And one french vanilla cappucino, please." Flashing a perfect smile, she turned toward Jeff again, taking her cup and leading him to an empty table for two. "Thank you a ton. I don't think I had enough money on me, anyways." She let out a giggle.
"Ah, no problem. I'm just a total gentleman." He placed his styrofoam cup on the table, longingly looking at it. Stacy, trying to be sly, decided she was going to find out about his motives with Trish. It beats hanging in the room alone all day.
"That you are, I suppose. So, how long have you been staying here?" She asked, trying to steer the conversation towards Trish.
"Not long at all. Few hours. I was supposed to be here very early this morning, but me and this chick totally missed our flight. That sucked." He explained, picking his cup up to sip it carefully.
"Oh, that's rough. So, whose this chick? A friend? Sister? Mother? Girlfriend?" Stace tried, hoping it didn't seem weird for a complete stranger to question Jeff's relationship.
"Well, I'm not quite sure. I think girlfriend.. yeah, pretty sure. What classifies someone as a girlfriend?" Jeff asked. Stacy let out a grin, hoping to pry on what happened last night.
"I think a girlfriend should be someone you've kissed." Jeff nodded. "And someone you've taken out somewhere." Another nod. "And someone you've bought a gift for." Another one. "And someone you've slept with.." Jeff hesitated, leaning back in his chair.
"Now, by slept with, do you mean the literal term? Because we fell asleep together, completely dressed.." Stacy tapped her lip.
"Yeah, okay. I guess she is. Well she's certainly lucky to have such a.. different guy like yourself."
"She is?" Jeff pushed with a smirk.
"I suppose so. You must really like this girl, huh?" Stacy took the stirrer out of her cup, licking it off before tossing it on the table.
"Yeah, I do. Although I think our relationship should be kept on the down-low for a while." Jeff swirled his cup around, watching the hot liquid splash against the sides.
"Why's that?" Stacy leaned forward intently. Jeff looked up at Stacy, quiet for a moment.
"'Cause if we don't stay quiet about our relationship, I wouldn't have fun calling out her prying best friend." He gave a grin while Stacy blushed, sinking down in her seat.
"How'd you know?" She asked. It was fun, playing detective. At least until you got caught. Jeff motioned for her to lean over.
"You're very obvious when trying to figure out if I've slept with her. Which, I'll admitt, we haven't. Any other questions, Ms. Keibler? I'd be happy to answer them all."
"All of them?" The long-legged blonde mysteriously smiled at him, considering some questions to ask.
"Nah. I won't answer any of them, just cause you hesitated. Now, I think I'm going to dig out my swim trunks and go for a dive. Would you, by any chance, care to join?" He asked as he tossed his now empty cup into a garbage can, hovering around the table to wait for her answer.
"You know.." Her eyes lingered on his torso, wanting to see his body as wrong as it was. This was Trish's boyfriend. She shouldn't be hanging around him. "Yeah, I will join." Trish was currently juggling two guys. Who said Stacy couldn't have fun?
"I do. How can I not know what's going on inside that head of yours? The same is going through mine." John looked into her eyes, ruffling her blonde hair. This made Trish smile, having her best friend back. "It's been really.. weird since that club night, no? I've been dying to talk to you for the longest time. I know, I know. We decided that being friends was best. Didn't want to ruin this strong bond we share, right?" He paused, waiting for her to nod. "Well. Lately, I can't help but feeling like we made the wrong decision."
"We did?" John nodded this time.
"We did." He stated, reaching his hand out to cup the side of her face. His thumb ran softly against her cheekbone, causing Trish to freeze up. She made no movement or sound. With that, John leaned in, lips delicately finding hers. While John had his eyes closed, Trish's were wide open as he bit her bottom lip softly. His tongue pushed passed her lips, dancing with hers. He let out a soft sigh as he did so.
"That felt so right." He murmured once he pulled back. Trish just played with her hands a bit, looking down. She knew why she was so speechless on his kiss. It was because he was correct. It felt way too right.