Author's Note: I tried to get this out last night and then again before I went to work today but my internet was very nice so we sat down and had a nice calm chat then consisted of "IF YOU DON'T FUCKING LET ME POST A CHAPTER TONIGHT I SWEAR!" See nice and calm! Anyway I'm kind of tired cause I just got off work but I'm going to go watch Pretty Woman anyway. Read and review, let me know what you think! Love to all! Peace!


Thoughts Free Flow

"Where was your lazy ass last night? I called you to see if you wanted to go to the club but you didn't answer." John said then shot the basketball towards the rim. He missed, but just barely.

"Ha! You can't hit that easy shot?" Randy said attempting to avoid the question.

"This coming from the guy who's losing!"

"By three points! And if you keep shooting like that I would be losing for very long." Randy said as he retrieved the ball.

"You didn't answer the question Orton."

"What question?" Randy asked running past John and taking a shot. He made his.

"Avoiding the question? So who is she?"

"I think I'm gonna hit the shower."

"You'd rather lose to me by one point then tell me her name? Wow if you don't want to tell me that bad then you're either ashamed or with someone you're not supposed to be with. So which is it?"

"Leave it alone man, it's no one."

"Bullshit! Come on man, if you can't tell your best friend who can you tell?" John begged.

"I honestly think that's the gayest thing I have ever heard you say."

"Just answer the damn question!"

"Nah, it's funnier to see you squirm."

"You're an ass man."

Randy just smiled got his stuff together and headed for his car without another word to John.


Kat looked out the window quietly as Chris drove back to the hotel. Besides being extremely vocal about her need to get out of the hospital Kat had been rather quiet.

"You ok?" Chris asked hesitantly. After waiting a minute and still getting no response he asked again.

"Yeah, fine." She mumbled distractedly. Chris rolled his eyes but said nothing. He hated when she shut down like this.

"I can't help you if you won't talk to me." He said as he pulled the rented Dodge Charger into the parking place and cut off the car.

"I don't need help." She said getting out of the car but not looking at him as she spoke.

"Goddamn it Kat! You can't just pretend it didn't happen!" He yelled, running after her as she had headed for the hotel room as soon as she had stepped out of the car.

"I'm not! I know it happened but I, unlike everyone else, am moving on!"

"You can't just move on like that! You-"

"How do you know Chris!? Were you beaten by someone you loved?! Someone who claimed to love you?!"

"Well I-"

"No! You weren't! So if you'd please stop giving me advice about something you know nothing about it would be greatly appreciated!" Kat answered for him as they reached the hotel room. She saw the hurt in Chris' eyes and felt bad but she was sick of this. None of them knew what she was going through and by them constantly reminding her made it worse. She hated to think about Shane and in turn was starting to hate everyone for bring him up, all the time. "Are you going to open the door?" She asked quietly, breaking the silence. He fumbled to get the card key out of his pocket. "Chris I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, you're right. You can talk to me if you want to, I wont make you." He said dismissively as he walked into the room. As soon as Kat set foot in that room she headed directly to the bathroom. Not only did she need to wash the hospital off of her but now between thinking about Shane and yelling at Chris she needed to bawl her eyes out. When she came out of the bathroom Chris was lying in his bed watching a movie. She sat on the bed next to him and he turned to acknowledge her.

"Chris I really do want to talk to you." Kat finally admitted. "I'm just not ready."

"I know and I'm sorry for pushing you." He opened his arms and held her close to him. After a minute she laid down next to him with her head on his chest and fell asleep.


Trish was on her way to Mike's hotel room. After everything that happened with Jeff over that little punk there was no way in hell that she wasn't going to go down there and at least cuss him out. As soon as she reached the door she threw her fist into it violently. She had been thinking about Jeff and how he'd just assumed the whole way there. Mike opened the door and in that moment Trish decided to take all that anger out on him.

"Hey ba-" His unwanted greeting was cut off when her fist connected with his face.

"What the fuck?!" He growled as he clutched his jaw.

"Ok I am going to say this once, so listen the fuck up! I! LOVE! JEFF! You and I are not longer a couple because you cheated on me! I do not want you despite what your twisted little mind thinks! There is no us and there won't be ever again! Stop calling and texting me! As a matter a fact forget my number, hell forget my name!"

When Trish finished her rant she left Mike standing speechless on his doorway. Now she was headed to talk to Jeff. She was still angry and it was his turn to hear it. How dare he not trust her! When she reached his door she knocked, all be it loudly, to get his attention. He answered it a few seconds later.

"Trish." It wasn't a question or a greeting, it was just a fact.

"Jeff," She said just as curtly. "We need to talk."

"Trish I really don't think-"

"Yeah well right now I don't care what you think! I have something to say and you're going to listen."

Jeff nodded reluctantly.

"Ok first of all, I AM NOT CHEATING ON YOU! Mike called me because he was trying to get back together with me. I have no interest in that what so ever! In fact of you don't believe me call him! I just came from his hotel room and trust and believe he got an ear full. I love you and it hurts me that you didn't trust me and just assumed that I'd cheat on you."

"I'm sorry babe but you've got to see it from my point of view-"

"I have been trying to see it from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass!"