Title: All Grown Up
Chapter 12: Lingering Questions
Summary: *Growing Up Sequel* Its been 8 years since the gang has seen each other. Are their relationships and friendships as strong as they once were? Or are they shattered and beyond repair? HHH, Steph McMahon, Jericho, Trish Stratus, Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters you don't recognize.
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Chris gave himself a once over in his mirror. He smiled at his reflection satisfied with his appearance. He wore a black t-shirt with gray designs on it, along with a pair of faded blue jeans. Feeling good with his looks, he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his Rolex from his dresser. Placing it on his wrist he walked downstairs to see Maryse working in the living room on the floor. She had papers scattered everywhere, as if she were trying to get them organized. He walked over to her, and sat down on the couch next to her, but with her still on the floor. She looked up at him and smiled. Maryse leaned in as Chris leaned in and their lips met with a soft kiss.
"You look sexy." Maryse smirked. "Where are you going looking like that?"
"No where special." Chris placed his hands on Maryse's shoulders. "Just meeting up with Randy, Stacy and Paul."
"Fun." Maryse turned to look at her paperwork. "Where are you guys going?"
"We're all meeting at that restaurant in town." Chris thought of the name. "Applebee's."
"So it's just like a hang out?" Maryse questioned moving some papers around.
"Yeah, dinner and a few drinks." Chris stated massaging Maryse's shoulders.
"You better not be drinking and driving." Maryse shot him a look. "I don't need my soon to be husband battered and bruised up on our wedding day."
"Aw, it's not like we are going out to get drunk." Chris chuckled. "I'll probably just have one or two."
"Well, you call me if you can't drive." Maryse replied as she became fixated in her work.
"Yes ma'am." Chris leaned back into the couch as Maryse didn't respond.
He smiled to himself as he watched Maryse work. She was stretched out on the living room floor doing her work. Maryse was beautiful in every aspect to Chris, but as of late, he couldn't shake Trish from his mind. Chris looked away from Maryse, and around the house. She had no clue that he went to see Trish just the other day, nor did she know that Trish was even in town. Jericho placed a hand on the back of his neck as he thought about what had happened the other day. His plan was to see Trish and finally get some closure. Closure was the furthest thing from what Chris had received. He couldn't help but think of how amazing Trish had looked after eight years. Telling her that he was getting married was hard for him. Why? He wasn't quite sure just yet. When he actually told Trish that he was engaged, he didn't feel so proud nor happy. Maybe it was because he had hurt her, or so he thought. Chris couldn't help but get a little angry in his thoughts, as he remembered Trish telling him that she was in a relationship. Yes, he felt betrayed but he couldn't understand why. He should have been happy for her. They both could be happy for one another. They both moved on from each other. Right? Chris looked back down at Maryse working away, and he frowned slightly. Could it be that he loved Maryse, but was still in love with Trish?
"Babe?" Maryse waved her hand in front of Chris. "You ok?"
"Oh, yeah." Chris sighed with a smile. "I'm fine, just went off in my own little world."
"I was talking to you." Maryse gave him a soft smile.
"I'm sorry." Chris looked at her. "What is it?"
"I have an interview tomorrow." Maryse spoke as she climbed up on the couch next to Chris.
"An interview?" Chris was confused. "You already have a job."
"I know, but this job is driving me nuts." Maryse rubbed her temples. "This way, we can spend more time together."
"Well, where is this job?" Chris asked smiling at her. "Any job must be good, if it means I get to spend more time with you."
"It's a secretary at a children's doctors office." Maryse beamed. "I'd have weekends off and I'd be off work by five everyday."
"That's great babe." Chris hugged Maryse, not realizing where she would be working if she got the interview.
"I hope I get it." Maryse kissed Chris before sliding back to the floor. "You should get going, you don't want to be late."
"Oh yeah." Chris chuckled slightly. "I'll see you later tonight."
With that said, Chris kissed Maryse goodbye. He walked over to the front door, and grabbed his keys from the side table. Turning his head too look over at Maryse one last time, he gave a small smile. He then walked out the door shutting it behind him. Chris unlocked his car, and got inside. He started it up and backed out of the drive way. He never did go back to his last lingering thought of Trish. Though, it wouldn't be the last time he'd think of Trish.
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Randy stood up from his bed that he was sitting on and walked over to his full length mirror. Staring at himself in the mirror, he began to button up his blue collared shirt. He was getting ready to go meet up with Paul and Chris. Even though they had just gone out the pervious night, they would be meeting up with Paul and Chris at Applebee's in a few. Stacy would be coming along as well. He looked over towards the bathroom door as he heard Stacy singing behind the closed door. Orton couldn't help but roll his eyes with a small chuckle. Behind the door, Stacy had just stepped out of the shower. She had the towel wrapped around her waist to dry off. Making sure the towel was safely secure around her body, she began to blow dry her hair. Once she was finished, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She grabbed her panties and placed them on under her towel. After that, she took the towel off, so she could place her bra on. As she began to place her bra on, she felt that she was struggling. Something wasn't right. She tossed her bra back on the counter and examined her breasts. She made a small pout as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Randy!" Stacy spoke making her presence known to him.
He stopped buttoning his shirt, leaving it half way done when he heard her voice. He turned around, to find her standing in front of him, clad only in her underwear. Randy bit his bottom lip taking in the sight of his girlfriend. He couldn't help but stare and let a small smirk form on his lips. She stood there with her hands on her hips and topless. He couldn't help but wonder if she was in search of a quickie before they left. As of late, that's all she ever seemed to want to do and he was perfectly fine with that. He then noticed the confused look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Randy questioned now looking her in her eyes.
"Are my boobs bigger?" Stacy asked looking down at her chest.
"Stace, what are you talking about?" Randy eyed his girlfriend strangely.
"My bra doesn't fit right." Stacy began to pout. "They look bigger."
"Stacy, if you want sex all you have to do is ask." Randy chuckled walking towards her.
"No, I don't want sex." Stacy glared at him. "I breasts are bigger."
"OK, ok." Randy put his hands up in defense taking notice of her quick change in attitude. "Are you sure they are bigger?"
"Yes, my bra doesn't fit right." Stacy sighed with annoyance. "Feel them."
"I believe you Stace." Randy replied as he ran a hand over his neck.
"Feel them!" Stacy answered a bit irritated. "I want your own opinion."
To avoid any further arguments, Randy placed his hands on Stacy's breasts. He felt a bit awkward feeling his girlfriend up like this, but he did notice it too. As he began to feel a bit more, he couldn't help but look down at her breasts then back up to Stacy. She had that look on her face that said, 'I told you so'. He felt one last time, making sure that he wasn't feeling wrong. He had felt Stacy's breasts plenty of times, so he was for sure about them being bigger.
"Wow Stace." Randy looked at her trying to get her to laugh. "Did you get implants?"
"I can't believe you just said that." Stacy looked at him in shock. "You're an ass."
"Aw, Stace!" Randy watched as she walked back into the bathroom. "It was a joke."
"Well, you can sit out there and joke all you want without my presence." Stacy remarked shutting the door behind her.
A heavy sigh escaped Randy's lips as he plopped down on his bed. Besides them having sex all the time, they also fought a lot more. Things would be going fine and then she'd get angry with him. She used to be able to take all his jokes. She'd even joke back around. Now, everything made her upset and angry. His head turned over looking at the clock on the night stand. They had to leave in twenty minutes and she wasn't even ready. Shutting his eyes for a quick moment, he stood up and began to finish buttoning up his shirt. Stacy walked over to where her bra was laying on the counter and placed it on. It was a bit snug, but it would have to work for the time being. She looked at herself in the mirror again and ran a hand through her blonde hair. A slight smile formed on her face as she looked at her breasts again. She bit her bottom lip thinking to herself. Her breasts were naturally bigger, and she could use them to her advantage. After thinking to herself a bit longer, she walked back into Randy's bedroom. She smiled and bit her bottom lip watching him buttoning up his shirt. She walked up behind him, unnoticed to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. He looked at her from the corner of his eye wondering what had just happened. She was just angry with him, and now she was being all cuddly with him. His thoughts were confirmed when he felt her hands playing with the button of his pants.
"Stace, we can't." Randy spoke as he buttoned his last button. "We need to leave in twenty minutes."
"There was a traffic jam due to a car accident on the freeway." Stacy smirked as her hands had began unbuttoning his shirt again.
Randy turned to look at her, but was met by her lips. The kiss was all it took to convince Randy into being late to the restaurant. Stacy was happy with his change in mind as she led him over to his bed. They both fell gently onto the bed, not breaking their kiss once.
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Paul pulled up in his parent's driveway. He looked in the rear view mirror and noticed that Jake had fallen asleep. Shaking his head, he shut his car off and stepped out from the drivers side. He then grabbed Jake's Spiderman backpack and placed it over one arm. Jake would be staying over at his grandparents house, while his father went out to have a good time with his friends. Paul smiled at his son fast asleep. It was only five in the afternoon, but car rides always made Jake sleepy. He chuckled to himself, knowing he'd be up half the night. What a wonderful way to drop Jake off to his parents. Shaking his head, he gently unbuckled Jake and picked him up without waking him. He shut the door and then made his way up the pathway to the front door. Paul knocked on the door a couple of times before he waited for the answer. His eyes traveled over to the house next door. The house had been empty and for sale the four years that he was in college. The year that he had graduated, a family had moved in, but he had never met them. He was about to shrug it off when he noticed a car pull up into the driveway. Curious as to who lived in the house, he assumed that the person in the car lived there. He turned out to be wrong as he saw Miz getting out of the car. Paul became a bit confused. He looked away from Miz due to the front door opening.
"Well there's my favorite grandson." Patricia smiled eyeing Jake in Paul's arms.
"Mom, he's your only grandson." Paul chuckled. "He's your only grandchild."
"Well, maybe you should make me another one." Patricia smirked at her son. "Lynn sure wont make any."
"It's not like we can just pop them out." Paul replied walking into the house.
"Well, it would be nice to have some more kids running around." Patricia grinned as she watched Paul laying Jake down on the couch. "How long has he been asleep?"
"I'm not sure." Paul smiled at his son. "Maybe fifteen minutes."
"Ok." Patricia replied taking the backpack from Paul. "You can go now."
"Oh, so its like that?" Paul question pretending to pout. "Use me for my son."
"You go that right." Patricia laughed along with Paul. "You have a good time tonight."
"I will." Paul answered as he walked back to the door. "I'll have to bring them by sometime so you can see them again."
"Who is it you are meeting up with again?" Patricia asked walking to the door with her son.
"Chris, Randy and Stacy." Paul stated as he walked outside and noticed that Miz was still standing outside.
"Really?" Patricia nodded her head. "Do you not talk to Trish or Stephanie anymore then?"
"Mom, you know I haven't seen them in eight years." Paul shook his head. "We've gone over this."
"Well, I thought you might have gotten in touch with Stephanie." Patricia took a step back at her son's words.
"Why would you think that?" Paul eyed his mother, sensing she knew something.
"Well, she lives here in Greenwich." Patricia retorted. "I thought you knew since you met back up with Chris."
"Steph is in town?" Paul felt his heart stop as he heard a little girl laugh.
Paul's eyes traveled over to the house next door. He saw Miz standing there holding a pink Sleeping Beauty backpack. Miz had a smile on his face as he watched the sight in front of him. Paul's eyes traveled to the sight that Miz was looking at. He watched as the little girl, known as Sami ran into an old man's arms. Squinting his eyes a bit, he noticed exactly who it was. Vince McMahon picked Sami up and swung her around in a hug. Sami let out a fit of giggles in the process. Watching Sami interact with Vince, Paul knew exactly why Sami looked so familiar. His head turned over to his mother who was looking at him.
"I thought you knew." Patricia answered as she placed a hand on his arm.
"The McMahons' lived next door?" Paul questioned as he looked back.
"Yeah, for about four years now." Patricia replied. "I always thought you knew."
"The girl…" Paul trailed off not able to complete his sentence.
"She's is Stephanie's daughter." Patricia looked up at Paul. "I'm sorry."
"You've met her?" Paul didn't know what he felt anymore.
"Vince and Linda have brought her over a few times." Patricia frowned a bit.
"I need to get going." Paul said to his mother. "I don't want to be late."
"Are you ok?" Patricia questioned as Paul gave her a hug.
"Yes, I'm fine." Paul replied walking away.
As he walked to his car he couldn't help but feel envious of Miz. Then it hit him like a bullet. Stephanie had been at his house with Sami selling cookies. He had been at her house, yet hadn't met her again. Sami looked exactly like Stephanie. His heart began racing, thinking of Stephanie and the guy who answered the door, Miz. They were obviously dating. Paul was a bit irritated with himself, for not realizing it before. His child a played with her child and he was clueless. His cell phone began to ring and he pulled it out of his pocket as he got into his car. He noticed it was Kelly. He was about to answer it, but then tossed it to the passenger side seat. Kelly knew that Stephanie was here and she didn't tell him. He had the right to be mad, as he sped off and made his way to Applebee's.
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Stephanie smiled as she leaned into the soft plus recliner in Trish's house. She had gone over to her house earlier today to hang out and catch up. She hadn't heard from Trish after her encounter with Chris so she was curious as to what happened. Trish looked over at Stephanie who seemed to be enjoying the recliner. She couldn't help but laugh at Stephanie as she relaxed into the chair.
"The chair isn't that great Steph." Trish smiled at her friend.
"Maybe I'm over exaggerating." Stephanie giggled. "Or maybe I'm waiting for you to tell me what happened with Chris."
"Nothing happened." Trish replied blandly. "We just talked."
"That's such a lie!" Stephanie replied sitting up in the recliner. "What did you two talk about?"
"I don't know…" Trish rubbed her temple. "It was all too much to take in."
"What happened?" Stephanie begged. "Tell me please!"
"Well, he told me that he couldn't get me off his mind." Trish sighed with a frown.
"Well, isn't that a good thing?" Stephanie asked. "Or bad thing because of Carlito?"
"He's getting married Steph!" Trish looked up at her friend. "He wanted to see me to get closure so he could get married."
"My cousin is getting married?" Stephanie became shocked. "To who?"
"I don't know." Trish rubbed her arm. "We didn't talk much about it."
"Wow, how do you feel about it?" Stephanie asked as she moved to sit next to Trish on the couch.
"I don't know Steph." Trish sighed. "I love Carlito, I do."
"But he's not Jericho." Stephanie finished.
"I guess…" Trish trailed off. "I need closure, and I didn't get it."
Stephanie hugged Trish and rubbed her back. She felt Trish's pain from her own experience. Although, Stephanie felt like she had gained closure by having Sami. There was a small silence between the two girls as they just sat there thinking. Trish couldn't help but wonder why Chris did what he did. Was he trying to hurt her in some weird and twisted way? Or had he not realized that she still cared for him deeply. Trish took a deep breath as Stephanie began to speak.
"We should go out tonight." Stephanie smiled at Trish.
"I don't know." Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not in the mood to go out."
"We'll just go and eat." Stephanie stated. "Have a couple of drinks."
"I guess I could use a night out." Trish began to think.
"See, you're on the right track." Stephanie stood up. "Let's go."
"Ok, you win." Trish smiled at her friend's helpfulness.
The two girls did some last minute things before getting into Trish's car. They drove around town trying to decided on where to go. While they drove they continued their conversation about anything and everything. They had decided on a restaurant and were on there way there. Stephanie looked out the window as Trish drove. She couldn't remember just how much she had missed Trish. When the two were together they always had a great time. Stephanie's thoughts were broken up when Trish spoke.
"Oh Steph, I forgot to tell you something." Trish glanced over at her.
"What?" Stephanie asked looking towards Trish.
"Well, it came up when I was talking to Chris." Trish bit her bottom lip. "I was so wrapped up in my own world."
"What is it Trish?" Stephanie questioned curious.
"Chris said that Paul's in town." Trish stopped at a red light and looked over. "He lives here in Greenwich too."
Stephanie became instantly quiet. She didn't believe it at first, but then again she didn't know what to believe. Her eyes went to looked outside the passenger side window again, as her thoughts went wild. She'd have to tell him about everything. Not just for her best interest, but for her daughter's best interest as well. Would he accept the fact that she never got in touch with him to tell him. Her mind was in the biggest haze, but was soon taken out of thought when Trish stopped the car.
"We're here." Trish looked over at Steph. "You ready to go in?"
"Yeah, I am." Stephanie gave a weak smile. "I'm starved."
The two girls walked into the restaurant. They didn't have to wait, since they would be sitting in the bar. After getting ID checked, they looked around for a table to sit at. Both girls scanned the small barely lit room. Trish and Stephanie then fell into shock. They turned and looked at one another then back in the direction they were just looking in. To say the least, Trish and Stephanie didn't go unnoticed.
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