A/n: I'm sorry, I have a feeling this chapter isn't that well written at all. I apologize. R&R.

"Hi, girly." Stacy giggled as she kicked open her suit case, digging some clothes out. Trish was sitting in a corner chair, pretending to be interested in a People magazine.

"Hey. Where've you been?" Trish flipped a few pages, not looking over at one of the blonde she was rooming with. Of course Trish already knew. Stacy had been in the pool, flirting with Trish's boyfriend, Jeff. While some may have called her sneaky, Trish just wanted to see if Stacy was a loyal friend.

"Oh. Uh. I hope you don't get mad... but I was hanging out with Jeff.." Stacy nervously glanced up at her best friend, reaching for the heart shaped pendant that hung on her neck. Trish hid her tiny smile behind the magazine, laughing at herself for ever thinking that Stacy would lie.

"Why would I care?" Trish practically spat on the idea, tossing the magazine onto the bed side table. "That makes me think.. you two would make a cute couple."

"What?" Stacy stood up too quickly, getting slightly dizzy before focusing in on her friend. "Are you trying to fix me up with your.. boyfriend?" The tall blonde folded her arms across her chest, eyeing Trish to see if this was a trap of some sort.

"Well.." Trish joined her friend on the bed, taking her hand and patting it. "Today I saw John. And I figured I can't be leading them both on.. and I just think that John and I have more chemistry. Jeff will always have a place in my heart, no doubt about that. But John takes up most of my heart when I think about it." The blonde shrugged, wondering how Stacy was going to think of her.

"Oh.. Alright. I'd gladly take Jeff." Stacy smiled but her signal of happiness quickly faded into a minor frown. "What if he doesn't like me?"

"How could someone not like you?!" Stacy's best friend faked confusion before dodging Stacy's fast flying hand. "Seriously, though. I may have seen you two. Hugging. Wrapped in a towel.." Trish ignored the fact that Stacy looked astonished and slightly embarassed that she had spotted the two. "He never looked at me like that." Just as Stacy was about to slap Trish's shoulder, she pulled away due to her last comment.

"Really?" She bit her lip, knowing she should believe her friend's words. Trish wouldn't lie to her, would she? Trish nodded before jumping to her feet enthusiastically, pulling Stacy up as well.

"You go get changed, do something nice with your hair. I'm going to tell Jeff it's over, and then you can move on it. Alright?" Trish waited til Stacy nodded and walked into the bathroom to do her make-up and get changed before heading out the door to go find Jeff.


"Matt, please. I have everything under control. I'm the smooth, good looking and charming Hardy. I know what I'm doing." Jeff waved off his brother's scary glare, trying to focus on something. Why oh why would Jeff go to Matt about something like this?

"I'm not playing, Jeff. Don't be a fuckin' idiot, and you better not hurt either of them." Matt Hardy threatened, running a hand through his naturally curly hair.

"What? You'd rather me hurt then them?" Jeff did a sarcastic show of placing his hand over his heart as if he was hurt by this, which of course, he wasn't.

"Yes. I told Ashley it was a bad idea for you to go out with Trish. Now you're practically cheating on her with her best friend, and she doesn't know?" Matt did his glare thing again.

"I'm not cheating. Nothing happened. But I'd rather break it off before something does. I'm trying to be the sweet little brother I am and inform you on all the events happening in my life. And that's exactly what I've done. How about you, Matthew Moore Hardy? How's you're life? Ashley? The career?" The youngest of the Hardys asked, acting interested.

"Fine." Matt snarled. It was all he could think of saying. Of course his brother would go and screw up. Why had he let Jeff out with Trish in the first place? Right. Ashley thought they'd be cute. But Ashley, of course, didn't know Jeff's reputation of leaving trails of broken hearts. The whores back in high school, fine. But when it came to Matt Hardy's friends, no way was Jeff going to break hearts and get away with it.

"HEY MATTIE!" Both Matt and Jeff glanced to their left. They had been sitting in the cafe of which Stacy and Jeff had met just talking. Actually, Jeff was talking. Matt was just rolling his eyes.

"Well, well, well." Matt smiled for the first time in the past twenty minutes, doing the handshake and hug routine most men did. "If it isn't the champ himself. Please, John Cena. Have a seat." Matt motioned to one of two empty chairs, glad to escape from the talk of Jeff's love life. Matt wasn't even sure if John and Jeff were on good terms, both being Trish's left overs.

"Sounds good. I'm John Cena." John extended his hand, shaking Jeff's.

"Really? You seem much hotter in person." Jeff laughed and shook John's hand back, making sure John knew he was kidding.

"Yo, man. I don't swing that way!" John chuckles, placing his hands onto the table.

"Yeah, so I guess you two haven't met? This is my asshole of a brother." Matt gestured to the boy, throwing him another glare, something Matt never got sick of doing.

"Nah, he seems pretty damn cool to me. At least from what I know." John smirked, looking from brother to brother.

"Pretty damn cool? You hear that, Mattie?" Jeff teased. "The guy that's stealing all of our fans thinks I'm pretty damn cool. Jeez, get me an autograph while I can." Jeff joked. "I actually believe we're rooming together. Me, you, and Dave."

"No shit?" John both stated and asked, glancing over at the counter, debating on buying something or not. "I think I'm gonna grab something. You guys want?" The man asked, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

"Nice, funny, and rich. Now I can say I see the charm. But no thanks, dude. I should get going soon. Got some.. business to take care of." Jeff winked at Matt, who oh so shockingly, rolled his eyes.

"Aight. What about you, Matt?" John pushed his chair back.

"Naw. I'm full. But thanks." And with that, John strode over to the line that was growing as the workers behind the counter struggled to fix the one coffee machine. "So, smart ass, how exactly do you plan of letting Trish know that you're leaving her for her best friend?" Matt leaned in closer, trying to see interested.

"That's not something I've worked out just yet.." Jeff bit his lip. "But I'll figure it out just like I always do, and things will be fine. Trust me."


Trish rolled her eyes, getting sick of the fact that everyone seemed to go into hiding when Trish was looking for them. 'If I were Jeff, where would I be?' Trish asked herself, making her way toward the elevator. On the roof of an abandoned building. Skydiving..

"HOLD THE ELEVATOR!" Someone shouted. Trish only heard the pounding steps of the person getting closer, so she stuck her arm in between the two closing doors until they opened completely.

"Ah, so we meet again." Alex Shelley gave a tiny smirk, standing in one corner. "And what have I done to be blessed with such a confused, cheating soul?" The man asked as he flipped his hair out of his eyes.

"Up or down?" Trish asked, pressing the button for the main floor.

"Same as you. Irony, isn't it?"

"You know, I'm just on my way to clear my 'cheating' status." Trish informed him, griping the railing that went around three walls of the elevator.

"Good for you, Stratus. Really." With a tiny unnoticeable eye roll, Alex stepped out of the elevator the second the doors opened. "The best of luck. I hope you don't hurt him too bad." And once again, he was gone, leaving Trish to wonder if he already knew who she was choosing. Shrugging it off, she began to walk, checking the swimming area which was just filled with a bunch of rambuncious kids and their parents, the game room where two kids were slapping each other with ping pong paddles and the movie theater where a long line began to form just to see a movie in black and white. Fun. But there was no sign of Jeff. She stepped into the Cafe, eyes sweeping from left to right.

"Uh oh.." She bit her lip, trying to hide behind the plastic plant. There was Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, and John Cena, all having a jolly ole time telling stories about past run ins with fans.

"HEY TRISHY!" Gulp. The blonde cringed at her name, wondering if she stayed still they'd think they were just seeing things and continue sharing their tales. "Hey, you." John was standing next to her, giving her a puzzled look. "Does the tree smell good..?"

"Uh. No! I thought I dropped my cell phone, but I forgot it up in the room. Let me go grab it really quickly." Trish studdered.

"No need! All the people you could possible need to call are right here." He motioned to the cafe which was full of wrestlers who thought they were better then everyone else and divas who couldn't keep a secret. Double gulp.

"Really, I should get it!" Trish insisted but John thought otherwise, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the table.

"Hey Trish!" Matt grinned, reaching over to give her a hug. She quickly pat his back, giving Jeff a tiny smile. Leave it up to John to sit her inbetween Jeff AND him. Wasn't this going to be fun.

"Hey, hun." Jeff gave a small smile, slipping his arm around her waist. Trish attempted to wriggle away from it and ignored the questioning look John was giving her.

"Jeff. Can you uh come with me for a second? I think we need a chat.." Trish stood up, taking Jeff's hand and leading him just outside of the cafe. Jeff's immediate thoughts were that Stacy explained their day to Trish. But once she began to apologize, he assumed differently. "And I just think that we make really good friends. Please, don't hate me. I know someone else that would love to be with you." Trish finished up, biting her lip and peeking inside the cafe. John's saddened look told her Matt had broke the news. She looked up at Jeff, half expecting him to break down right then and there. But instead he nodded.

"I've actually been thinking the same exact thing. Actually. I don't want to be on your list of assholes.. but I was wondering if it would bother you if I asked Stacy out.." Jeff studied his feet for a long while, not wanting to see Trish's reaction.

"YES! Good! I was going to set you two up. Perfect. Go do it, Jeff. She's in the room, really. Go, now. I have someone else to talk to." Trish nervously ran a hand through her hair, glancing at John and Matt. John was now pissed off, looking back at Trish. The blonde's now ex-boyfriend pulled her into a hug before taking off. Next thing she knew, John had grabbed her hand and was leading her into a desserted hallway.

"What the hell, Trish? Least you could have done was tell me you had a frickin' boyfriend. I'm one of you're best friends and you've broken my heart several times before. That's the least you could do. You owe me that much. Now you've just made me feel like a dick because I was frickin' hitting on this cool guy who is my roommate's chick. How long have you been seeing him?" John demanded. Trish felt her lip begin to tremble slightly.

"What does it matter? I just broke up with him to be with you! John, I picked you." The girl folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the wall.

"What does it matter? Huh? It matters because you've had so long to decide, and you took days to decide you wanted me. Don't get me wrong, I've always thought we had something special. Maybe it's because you were the only girl I could truly talk to. But I don't want to be playing these stupid immature games with you. It seems like I'm the one for you up until somebody else walks in. Then suddenly I'm trying to win your heart back." The short haired man took a deep breath, taking a step closer. "And I don't want to be doing that anymore."

"John-"

"Don't guilt me into it. I'm sure I'll be kicking myself in about an hour or less, but years or months or days from now, I'll be glad I made this decision. I'm done, T. Give me a shout when you know what road you want to take. Go play the innocent act with someone else, not me." John leaned down to kiss her forehead. As much as he didn't want to, he lingered for a second too long before backing up. "See you around." He spun on his heel and turned the corner, leaving the mascara-stained face all alone.


"Give me one second." Stacy yelled, swiping her curled eyelashes with mascara before returning it into it's base and throwing it into the make-up bag. She put her arms on her counter of the bathroom, leaning forward for a second to get a close up at her make-up. A quick yet decent job. Eyes still on herself, Stacy absent mindedly reached for the glitter powder, thinking it was closer then it actually was. "Shit" Stacy yelled, looking at the glittered covered tile floor. She grabbed a towel, hoping that who ever was behind the door would be understanding. "Wet towel." Stacy spoke to herself, soaking the towel and plopping it on the ground and sticking it on the towel rack. Her cell phone began to ring, and sudden the blonde felt like she had so much going on. She slowly and carefully made her way into the bedroom area, making sure she didn't slip. "Hello?" She asked, not recognizing the phone number.

"Stacy? It's Jeff.." The sound of his voice made her forget what she was doing. The long legged blonde excitedly ran into the bathroom, completely forgetting of the wet floor.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed, slipping and landing flat on her back. "Ouch." She closed her eyes and glanced at her cellphone which had turned off during the episode. Stace reached up to grip the counter, but instead, she grabbed the plastic container of the glitter powder she managed to save. Stacy was currently lying on the bathroom floor with all the glitter powder both under her and on top of her.

"Stace?" Jeff's voice came through the door. "You alright?"

"Come in.." Stacy groaned, just lying there as he opened the door. He watched her for a second before engaging in a fit of hysterics.

"You uh.. alright there?" He laughed even more when Stacy coughed up glitter, making a face. "Wow, so it is possible to throw up glitter. Go figure. Here, let me help you." He stepped into the bathroom reaching for her hand. With him trying to pull up her weight while on the wet floor, the two ended up on the floor together. Glancing at each other for a second, they started laughing.

"You'd never know that I actually looked good less then two minutes ago." She frowned, rubbing glitter off of her foot.

"That's quite believeable, actually. But I came here for a reason.. Me and Trish split. And yesterday I had so much fun, and I was just wondering if.. you maybe wanted to.."

"Yes!" Stacy blurted, a little too soon. Jeff laughed again. "Oh, sorry.." She blushed, pretending to be interested in the glittered floor.

"It's fine. Eager? I was thinking perhaps we could.. go out for dinner tomorrow or the next day or tonight.. When ever it's good for you." He nodded.

"Tomorrow sounds fine." Stacy smiled, happy that she had slipped and fell and covered herself in glitter. Only because if she hadn't, she and Jeff wouldn't be sitting on the floor together, and he wouldn't have reached out to wipe the glitter around her eyes away, and then she wouldn't have leaned in and given him that passionate kiss she'd been dying to give him since she started talking to him. And it didn't even cross her mind that everything that had happened five minutes before may have been a bad omen.