Life in the Hills 2
-Chapter 11
'A Bridezilla Moment'
R&R
The following morning after the 'Big Girls Night Out' that failed miserably, Torrie sat on the stool and had a bowl of cereal in hand, as she skimmed through the local newspaper. She left early last night after what she saw. Something that truly broke her heart. Seeing John with another woman. It was truly hurtful. She expected him to move on but not just yet. Until she was gone at least.
With John moving on, Should Torrie be doing the same thing? Or should she continue to hold onto John, hoping that one day that they might actually end up together? It was one question, She couldn't answer.
Torrie heard the door to John's room opened, and out he came in his pride and glory. Well, Almost. John came strutting out in just his gray boxers and his dog tags around his neck. He leaned against the wall, with his arms crossed still smirking.
"Your up early."
Torrie stared at his physique, with her eyes staring him down head to toe, "Just having some breakfast."
"Did you have a Good time last night on your girls night out?" John asked.
"Yeah."
"Really? But I didn't see you for the rest night. Trish then eventually told me you left early," John titled his head slightly, "Why did you leave?"
"Oh, nothing," Like Torrie was going to tell him the real reason why you left, "I was just tired and not feeling right."
"Oh, Feeling better now?"
"I guess," Torrie noticed his sly smile, "Why are you so Dandy?"
"Oh well," John smirked as he took a look into his bedroom, "Well, Let's just say I got Lucky last night, if you know what I mean."
John winked and Torrie immediately knew what that meant, "Oh, I know what you mean. She's still in your room, huh?"
"Yeah, she's out cold."
"Well, I am happy to hear you got Lucky."
"But don't worry, She's was nothing compared to the way you were in bed. You top her," John smirked once more.
"I was Better than her?" Torrie raised her eyebrow, "Am I suppose to be honored, or wait, flattered that you say I was better in bed than the little tramp you have in your room?"
"I would hope you do."
"Your disgusting," She commented with an eye roll.
"No, I'm being honest. She was nothing like you and she wouldn't go all night like you would."
"Okay, I've heard enough John," Torrie was really disgusted, "As flattering it is to hear, I'll pass."
A mysterious redhead popped out of John's room, in one of his t-shirts. Torrie slowly eyed the girl until she realized who the mystery woman was. She was from High School. The two haven't gotten along in the past due to her nasty attitude and personality. She use to be friends with Trish but not anymore. It was the one and only, Maria Kanellis.
"Maria?"
"Well, Well, Well. I never thought I'd see the day I would see you again," Maria smiled as she approached Torrie, giving her a hug. Something Torrie didn't expect, "It's so good to see you."
"And it's good to see you too?" Torrie questioned as she released her from her hug, "How have you been? What's new in life?"
"Not much. Just doing some Modeling. Thing's like that. Now, I heard you opened up your own store and clothing line. That's amazing!"
"Yeah, I've got my own store and everything. It's all going good."
"I'm so happy for you," Maria commented, "And as you can see, I'm not a Bitch anymore like back in High School. Only when I'm on period," She joked, breaking out into giggles.
Torrie let out a fake chuckle, "Well, you may not be one but you still look like one," Torrie joked as she started to laugh. She noticed Maria's confused look, "I'm just kidding. It's good to know your not a bitch anymore. Do you still talk to Michelle and Melina?"
"Not Melina. Just Michelle. We are still best friends."
"Oh that's wonderful."
"And John here is amazing. We had a good time last night, didn't we John?" Maria asked John.
"Yeah, It was great," He complimented, "Do you want some breakfast?"
"That'd be nice."
"Torrie, whip her up some pancakes!" John ordered.
"Am I your personal chef or something?"
"Do you want to live anymore?"
"Coming right up," Torrie let out a fake smile, "Would you like to get you the newspaper too and maybe you want to make this breakfast in bed?"
Maria chuckled, "I am going to use the bathroom," Maria said as she walked into the bathroom.
"Really, Maria? Wow."
"What? What's wrong with her?"
"I'm not a Bitch anymore," Torrie mimicked in her voice, "That was so pathetic! John, Seriously Maria."
"Hey, I don't think there's anything wrong with her."
"It's because you don't think with your brain. You think with something else. Something I won't really discuss right now," Torrie smirked, "Oh, and You can make your own pancakes."
Torrie walked away into her bedroom. John stood there, in disbelief. She didn't seem that mad. He would think that everything would slowly drive Torrie away but guess again. How was he going to drive Torrie away?
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Opening up her eyes slowly, she was greeted by the blaring rays of that sun. Trish stretched her arms and legs, letting out a soft groan. She noticed that she was in a different bed. A different room in fact. All she knew was that it wasn't hers. She rose up, looking around. The small dingy bedroom was messy but it had a few pictures, One of which was her little son Evan. She smiled and just as she was going to figure out who's room this was, the person came in.
"Well, Look who finally decided to get up," Commented the Owner of The home, Chris Jericho in his white t-shirt and red plaid pajama pants.
"Can someone explain to me what happened last night?" Trish rubbed her eyes and groaned.
"Well, You drank a lot."
"Oh God."
"And you Danced all night but we finally made it home, five in the morning."
"Jesus christ."
"You said it, Trish," Chris smirked, "Now, You want some breakfast? I can make you some eggs and pancakes if you want. It's up to you."
"I'd like that. Whatever battles this hangover," She let out a soft groan, while rubbing her forehead, "But, Let's wait. Just hop in the bed."
"What?" He questioned. Why would Trish want him in bed, with her? What was she planning, "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
Trish scooted over, giving Chris some room on his side and the two laid there. Chris looked over at Trish who seemed quiet comfortable, until her phone rang. Trish dug through her bag, finding her cell phone. She had received a text message from Candice. She flipped it open, finding out that this message was sent to Torrie, Lita and herself.
"Ladies, Tonight is the big night. I've gotten everything arranged for a very long night of non-stop partying and of course, celebrating Stacy's final days as a Single Lady. Meet me over at my home at 9pm. It's a big surprise I have for everyone. I'll see you all very very soon -Candice"
"It seems Candice is going to throw a huge bachelorette Party as she promised."
"Candice is hosting Stacy's Bachelorette Party?" Asked Chris, "Wow, It's going to be good."
"How do you know?"
"She invited me once to one of her parties and they were actually pretty crazy, especially with her around. She has plenty of ideas up her sleeves."
"Really? As much as me and Candice have drove apart, I feel that this may actually bring us together."
"Wow, you and Candice being friends again?" Chris asked, with a shocked expression.
"Me and Candice are friends, it's just we were driven apart. That's all. Things happened that drove us apart but slowly, I feel myself coming back to her. I don't know how to describe it but she's a good person deep down inside."
"Aw, Look at you," Chris said in a cute little voice, "Your forgiving people."
"I am a forgiving person," Trish said as she stood up from the bed, "I'm going to the bathroom and those pancakes should be ready!" She marched into the bathroom, with a glowing smile to him.
Chris sat there with a confused expression. Trish was forgiving. It had seemed that Trish was forgiving everyone but him.
"Trish, Why can't you forgive me?"
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"Stace, I don't know about this one," Randy was nicely dressed in his tuxedo, that he would possible wear when he marries the love of his Life, Stacy Keibler. Well, if Stacy keeps going the way she is, they'll never find her.
"Randy, It's perfect!" Stacy beamed, "This is exactly how I pictured it."
"Stacy, It gives me a wedgie and I look like the incredible Hulk, about to pop out of this tuxedo because it's so small!"
"Randy, Stop complaining!"
"I'm complaining?"
"Yes, your trying to ruin the biggest day of my life with your stupid complaint. This is MY wedding and you aren't going to ruin it!" Stacy shouted, until she really realized what she had said.
"What? It takes Two people to get Married, not one! I should have some say in the wedding, especially if it's something that involves me," Randy confront her, as she was near tears. Stacy took a seat and slowly teared up, "Stace, come on. I'm sorry, don't cry."
Randy sat next to Stacy, placing his arm around her, "No, It's my fault. I keep being a huge Bridezilla and I don't let you put in any form of input. I'm so sorry."
"Stace, It's alright."
"I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want any mistakes or problems. This Day has to be perfect and I just don't want anything to go wrong," Stacy wept.
It was a typical bride's issues, especially when the big day is coming. All must go perfect when your heading into the big day. The wedding was exactly ONE week away. There is no time for games when your heading down the home stretch.
"Stacy, I don't care about anything. We could be getting married in a pig farm, with mud and pigs of course dressed in Potato sacks as our wedding attire," Randy chuckled as did Stacy. The frown on her face slowly start to fade, "And the pigs could play your wedding march and all that crap."
"Randy, stop," Stacy couldn't help but laugh more, "It just, I'm worried. Like, this is the final week before it goes down."
"I understand."
"And I have to make sure everything goes right. That the flowers come on time, the band knows how to get to the place, the seating chart. So many things," Stacy let out a light groan, "And your tuxedo is one of the things so I'm just nervous."
"And when you mention that, I can't help but be happy till the whole thing is over it," He let out a sigh, "And we can just move on and start our lives together."
"Yeah so many things. Candice said me and the girls are going out tonight for my bachelorette Party. Candice is planning it so god knows what she has instore."
"Sounds like fun. Me and the guys are too. It's the night going to be our last night as single people before we tie the knot."
Randy couldn't help but think of his bachelor party. His Good friend Dave was planning it and he knew it was going to be great. Full of Fun, Non-stop Drinks and plenty of girls. He just couldn't wait for it.
Stacy was definitely looking forward to hers. Candice was the part planner and with her in charge, it was definitely going to be a memorable night. That's for sure.
"Did you talk to John about Last night?" Stacy asked.
"Yeah. You will never guess who he hooked up with last night?" Randy said.
"Him and Torrie hooked up??!!" Stacy asked, completely overly estactic.
"No."
"Oh, Then who did he hook up with?" Stacy asked wanting to know more and more.
"Maria."
Stacy's eyes enlarged like two huge moons, "MARIA! Maria from High School, Maria?!" Randy nodded, "Are you serious??"
"One hundred percent!"
"Damn it! This wasn't part of my plan. He is suppose to get back together with Torrie, Not that stupid Bimbo from High school, who has always been a total bitch to everyone in our group! She broke us up for a time period, remember?"
"Well, John just wanted some action and she was there. So he took what he could get. That's all."
"And Maria was the best choice?" Stacy said, "God, She has more STD's then a porn star. What was he thinking?" Stacy thought out loud.
"Relax, It's not like they are going to get married," Randy said.
"You have to push him toward Torrie. Not the Devil, Maria," Stacy ordered him, "You need to remind him about Torrie and see what you can do to get them back together. You must get involved!"
"Hey, I'm not getting into this. I want nothing to do with you and your little plan. This is your idea so you do it."
"Do you ever want to have sex again?" Stacy asked straight forward.
"Yes."
'Then, You'll shut up and listen to what I say and do what I say you do. Do you understand?"
"Yes' Ma'm!" He saluted, getting into solider formation, "What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: So, What did you all think? Thanks to Ainat, DenaDiva, cenationandjames54, Jorrieprincess, xTwistedxImperfectionx, EshaNapoelon and Josey for the wonderful reviews. It means so Much.
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Took me sometime to update but i did it but it's a short chapter. I just felt i couldn't add anymore to this part but i'll make it up to you guys!
So, I'd say the wedding is about 2 chapters away. Maybe three. Not hundred percent sure.
But i have big things for the wedding, including something with Randy and one of the ladies.
Your going to have to wait and see what that is. So please stay tuned. Also, Poll on Page. VOTE!
I'm thinking of doing a Melrose Place kind of Story soon. Not for quiet sometime so your going to have to wait.
I start school in three weeks and i'm super nervous. Going to be in college with totally new people.
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