Title: Growing Up

Chapter 36: You Should Have Lied

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters you don't recognize.

A/N: I hope that you all liked the last chapter. I also hope that you enjoy this chapter. I plan to finish this story before this summer comes up. I have a bit more free time on my hands and I plan on using most of it to finish this story. I hate saying make sure you review, but reviews are the only way that I know that people are reading the story and want me to continue it. So if you could, please review. It only takes a few minutes, and I'm very thankful for all that do review. I also understand if you can't review. Thank you to all my readers.

Also, I know that Randy isn't from Baltimore, Maryland. I just needed to arrange some things to fit for how I wanted my story to be for this chapter. The song is called "You Should Have Lied by Stephanie Mcintosh. Also, we are going to pretending that the song is in a guys perspective. Thanks!!

XoxoxoxoX

The rest of Wednesday went by slowly. All families had begun to prepare some of the entrees for their Thanksgiving day dinners. Most of it was just prepping, but most everyone was in the kitchen. The once united group, was yet again divided. By the looks of it, it seemed that Chris and Trish would not be able to be in the same area with each other. They could no longer do group activities again, without someone missing. Paul, Stephanie, Randy and Stacy had no idea how to help their friends. They had broken down into two groups. The girls and the guys. It was usually all the girls talking to one another, because they would be able to see where they were actually coming from. Girls understood girls and guys understood guys. If Trish tried to talk to one of the guys, or Chris try to talk to one of the girls it wouldn't work that well. They just felt more comfortable talking to the same sex. Also, the girls would more then likely assume that guys don't know how they really feel. There are just some things that the girls couldn't talk to the guys about. Though the guys have helped the girls out with their problems as well. The only thing to honestly do, was give Chris his space and try and keep Trish patient. Trish was never one to be patient about anything. The day before, Chris had gone home and sulked in his bedroom. He had questions that he wanted to know answers to, but he couldn't muster up the courage to ask her. He knew if he saw her now, he wouldn't be able to contain his emotions. As for Trish, she had gone home a little while after being comforted by her friends. She couldn't get him off her mind when she was home. There were pictures everywhere of him that kept her reminded of everything. She couldn't bare to take them down. Her heart was still with him, and she prayed that they'd be able to fix things. If her friends could fix things, they could hopefully do the same. Trish wanted to call him and explain everything. She just wanted to hear his voice and talk to him.

XoX

Randy walked around the grocery store. His mother had sent him out to get a few extra things for their Thanksgiving dinner. They were having both Mr. and Mrs. Orton's sides of the family over. Randy walked up and down the aisles tossing things in the cart. He stopped in an aisle as he looked at the cart. Orton shook his head with a small chuckle looking into the cart. A few extra items meant an entire cart full of food. He'd be sure to question his mother's motives of a "few extra". He sighed as he started pushing the cart forward. He came to a sudden stop as his cart crashed into another cart. He looked up and smiled as he saw Stacy in front of him. As quickly as the smile formed on his face, he thought of what Chris has said earlier.

"Hey!" Stacy smiled at Randy. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm picking up a few last minute things for my mom." Randy shook his head. "I'll have to ask her what she meant by a 'few'"

"Really, my mom sent me to do the same thing." Stacy giggled.

"I thought you were going to Andrew's?" Randy questioned.

"I am." Stacy beamed. "Not until later though."

"Oh…" Randy spoke. "I'm sure it will be loads of fun."

"I hope so." Stacy smiled as she pulled her cart out from in front of Randy. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see ya." Randy smiled walking the opposite way of Stacy.

For the first time in a while, Randy actually felt like the conversation he had with Stacy was just a friendly one. He actually felt pretty good. Maybe this friend thing would work with Stacy. He had to be friends first, before anything could happen. He wasn't going to lie though, I did really want Stacy back, but he couldn't wait around forever. Like Chris said, he was playing a game of cat and mouse. The mouse was obviously into having another cat snatch it up. He could deal with just being her friend. He smiled to himself as he turned a corner. Yet again, he bumped into another cart.

"I'm sorry…" The young woman spoke.

Randy looked at the young woman. She looked to be his age. She had long dark brown hair with beautiful brown eyes. Her clothing looked to fill out every one of her curves. She had the most gorgeous smile. Randy couldn't help but have his breath taken away from him. He smirked as he put his hands up in defense.

"Don't be sorry." Randy smiled. "It was all my fault."

"Are you sure?" She spoke. "I'm new around here."

"Oh really?" Randy asked looking her up and down.

"Yeah, I just moved here from Milwaukee, Wisconsin." She blushed feeling his eyes scan her up and down. "I don't really know anyone."

"Let me be the first to change that." Randy stated with a smirk. "I'm Randy Orton."

"It's nice to meet you Randy." She smiled batting her eyes. "I'm Candice Michelle."

"Candice, such a beautiful name." Randy answered. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Looks like you've got a big Thanksgiving dinner to get ready for." Candice gave a small smile looking away.

"Yeah, I do." Randy replied taking notice of the two t.v. dinners in her cart. "Would you like to join me at my place for dinner?"

"I couldn't intrude." Candice looked up at Randy. "It's just last minute."

"I insist." Randy said. "We always end up having plenty of leftovers."

"I don't know." Candice exclaimed. "My mother would be alone."

"She can come to." Randy stated.

"I can ask her." Candice beamed.

"How about I follow you home and then you can ride with me back to my place." Randy offered.

"Ok, sounds like a plan." Candice blushed. "Thanks for inviting us."

"How could I not invite you?" Randy raised an eyebrow. "You're beautiful."

Candice blushed a deep shade of red. Her heart jumped when he called her beautiful. She was thankful to have ran into him. She didn't want to be in a town and not make any friends. She smiled as they checked out and headed out the store. Candice slowly walked out the store behind Randy trying to delay the exit. She knew he'd follow her home, and she didn't want him to. She quickly thought of an excuse as Randy started to notice her slow walking pace.

"Hey, why are you walking so slow?" Randy questioned.

"I don't know." Candice smiled.

"Well, come on." Randy smiled. "We have to get you home so you can ask."

"Um, why don't you just give me your address and I'll find my way there?" Candice asked.

"Are you sure?" Randy replied. "I could easily just give you a ride to my place."

"Yeah, its fine." Candice answered. "I want to spend a little time with my mom."

Randy nodded and gave her his address. In return they both exchanged phone numbers as well. They talked for a little bit longer before Randy's mom called him asking what was taking him so long. They both said their goodbyes. Candice smiled as she stood and watched Randy get into his car. She continued watching him as he pulled out of the parking space. He drove past her with his window down and gave her the "Orton" signature grin. Of course Candice blushed as he took off. She shook her head as she walked down the middle of the parking lot passing by all the cars.

XoxoxoxoX

Stacy exited the grocery store with her items. She shook her head as she had walked by Randy and Candice unnoticed. She smiled at the thought of Randy meeting a new girl. Stacy thought it would be for the best if he had started to date other girls. That way, they would honestly know if they were meant to be together. The "Eskimo kiss" that Stacy and Randy shared had crossed her mind plenty of times. She thought it meant something, but she just brushed it off. Stacy was happy with her situation right now. Friends with Randy and dating Andrew. She was going to stick with it.

She pulled up into her driveway. Stacy got out of her car and grabbed the bags that she had purchased. Pulling out her keys from her pocket she walked up to the front door. She unlocked the door and walked in. The front area looked oddly strange. There were jackets and shoes that she didn't recognize at all. She could only wonder who was at her house. She assumed that they were family that she hadn't met just yet. She was always meeting new family members on the holidays. Stacy took the bags after shutting the door and headed into the kitchen. She set the bags on the counter and noticed no one in the kitchen at the moment. Things we're not right. Stacy looked up and noticed that laughter was coming from outside. Curiosity taking over, she walked over to the sliding glass door and looked outside. She instantly became happy as she saw her family interacting with Andrew's family. What a wonderful surprise this was. Her smile widened as Andrew took notice of her at the door. He ran up to her.

"Hey Beautiful!" Andrew smiled picking her up and spinning her.

"What are you doing here?" Stacy beamed.

"Oh, am I not wanted here?" Andrew pouted.

"Yeah you are." Stacy giggled. "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Well, then it wouldn't have been a surprise." Andrew kissed her nose.

"So, me going to the story was a setup?" Stacy questioned.

"Pretty much." Andrew laughed.

"I thought it was strange." Stacy sighed. "I knew we already had a lot of cranberry sauce."

"Was it worth it?" Andrew asked.

"Definitely!" Stacy smirked kissing him.

Andrew finally put Stacy down as their family members began coming back into the kitchen. They all quickly got back on track with the cooking. Not to everyone's surprise, then men all went into the den and had a beer, while the women all stayed in the kitchen and cooked. The only exception would be Andrew and Stacy. They both had snuck out of the kitchen and den and went up to Stacy's bedroom.

"So, why is this the first time I'm seeing your bedroom?" Andrew questioned looking around at everything.

"You never asked to come over." Stacy giggled jumping on her bed.

"Good point." Andrew smiled as he sat down on the bed next to where Stacy was laying.

"I know." Stacy smirked.

"How long have you all been friends?" Andrew questioned again taking notice of a framed picture of the six.

"All of them are different years." Stacy stated scooting closer to Andrew to get a better look at the picture.

"Ok, lets start with Stephanie." Andrew was interested in her friends. "How long have you known each other and how'd you meet?"

"Steph and I have been friends for nine years." Stacy smiled. "We met in the fourth grade. My family had just moved here and I was the new kid in class. Stephanie was really nice and we became friends."

"Stephanie's always been a sweetheart." Andrew spoke. "Ok, what about Trish then?"

"Well, I met Trish through Stephanie. But I didn't meet Trish until the sixth grade. So that would make us friends for seven years." Stacy explained. "I didn't meet her until then because she went to a different school then Steph and I."

"So the three of you are pretty close?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah, we're best friends." Stacy beamed looking at the framed pictures. "I'm so thankful for them."

"I bet." Andrew stated. "What about Paul?"

"Paul, wow." Stacy laughed.

"What's so funny?" Andrew looked at her confused.

"The way we met was funny." Stacy smiled. "I've known Paul since the sixth grade as well. Again, making us friends for seven years. I was in the girls' bathroom washing my hands when all of a sudden I see this bare ass in my face."

"Bare ass?" Andrew couldn't help but wonder.

"Chris had just ripped Paul's tack pants right off of him." Stacy laughed hysterically. "Chris ran off with Paul's pants and his boxers went with the pants."

"Wow, that's crazy." Andrew chuckled. "So, I take it you met Chris in the sixth grade too?"

"No, I met Chris in the fourth grade with Steph." Stacy smiled. "Chris and Steph have been friends since they we're born. Its strange, because they just found out they were cousins."

"That is strange." Andrew stated. "So how did you meet Chris then?"

"Well, I met him at recess one day." Stacy continued. "He didn't have the same class as Steph and I. One day Steph was home sick, and I didn't have anyone to play with. Chris came up to me and we just became instant friends."

"You all have such a special bond." Andrew replied. "I don't have that with any of my friends."

"Yeah, I'm pretty lucky." Stacy beamed. "I don't know what I'd do without them."

"What about Randy?" Andrew really didn't want to ask, but he had to know what he was up against.

"Randy and I?" Stacy questioned. "Wow, you could say Randy and I were the outcasts."

"Why?" Andrew asked settling back against the headboard of the bed.

"Well, Paul, Steph, Chris and Trish have all known each other since they were in diapers." Stacy started. "Paul and Trish went to the same elementary school. Chris and Steph went to the same elementary school. Before they all started school, they went to the same daycare program and they have been friends ever since."

"Well, where does Randy come into this?" Andrew replied as Stacy leaned her head on his chest.

"Well, Randy and I actually both came from Baltimore, Maryland." Stacy sighed. "We grew up as next door neighbors. Our parents were best friends, so of course we became best friends. Then, my dad got a job offer here, so we packed up and moved. Randy's father works with my father. A few years later, Randy's dad gets a promotion and gets transferred over here. So they move over here and we've been best friends ever since."

"So you two are pretty close?" Andrew questioned looking off into space.

"Yeah, we were." Stacy sighed. "We used to take baths together when we were little. Then as we got older, well, you know the story."

"Yeah." Andrew couldn't help but think about Stacy and Randy. "You two have a special bond."

"Yeah, we do." Stacy smiled.

"So no matter what happens, you'll always be friends?" Andrew asked.

"The best." Stacy spoke.

Andrew stopped talking for a moment. Everything Stacy said about Randy rang through his head. He couldn't help but see how much he had to live up to. For goodness sakes, she used to take baths with the guy. They've known each other forever, and they've dated. They've even slept together. Andrew couldn't help but think if this relationship would even work. How could he compete with Randy Orton?

"Andrew?" Stacy shook his arm.

"Yeah?" Andrew snapped out of it.

"You don't have anything to worry about." Stacy smiled.

"Huh?" Andrew was a little confused forgetting about the Randy conversation.

"You don't have to worry about Randy and I." Stacy stated. "We're only friends."

"I know." Andrew semi lied. "I trust you."

"Just not him." Stacy giggled. "You can."

"Yeah right." Andrew said sarcastically.

"He met some girl at the store today." Stacy spoke. "I'm sure he picked her up already."

"How do you know?" Andrew questioned realizing what a dumb question it was.

"I'm his best friend. I just know." Stacy smirked. "Plus, she looked like his type."

"That's good for him then." Andrew smiled. "Maybe we should double date."

"Haha, yeah right." Stacy stated getting closer to Andrew's lips. "I'd rather just hang out with you."

"Really?" Andrew raised his eye brows as she got closer.

"Really!" Stacy smirked as she started to kiss him.

XoxoxoxoX

Stephanie sighed as she laid on the couch. She was extremely bored. This year, Thanksgiving was just going to be the four of the McMahons. Vince, Linda, Shane and Stephanie. She was looking forward to it, but they wouldn't be eating until late. She would have been helping her mother in the kitchen, but her mother wouldn't allow it. Why? Well, lets just say they didn't have such a great dinner last Thanksgiving. Stephanie tried to make dinner herself without any help. She sighed as she remembered last Thanksgiving. She should have asked for help, but she had too much pride. So Linda was cooking while her father was in the office working like always. Steph really didn't want to play video games with her brother either. She sighed as she flipped through the channels. Nothing was on. Stephanie groaned to herself as she grabbed her cell phone from the coffee table. An idea came into her head. She knew how she could pass time. She quickly got off the sofa and ran into the kitchen to her mother.

"Mom?" Stephanie breathed.

"Calm down sweetie." Linda smiled at her daughter. "What do you need?"

"Can I go over to Paul's?" Stephanie practically begged.

"I thought you weren't talking to him?" Linda was confused now.

"Oh, yeah." Stephanie blushed a little. "Uh, that's over with now."

"Really?" Linda looked at her daughter again. "What is it now?"

"Boyfriend." Stephanie smiled biting her bottom lip.

"I don't see a problem with it." Linda spoke. "As long as your back for dinner at 8."

"Thanks mom!" Stephanie turned to leave.

"Ask your father first." Linda shook her head.

"Aw, Mom!" Stephanie sighed. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious." Linda chuckled.

"Fine." Stephanie slowly drug her feet as she left the kitchen area and to her father's den. "Daddy?"

"What do you want?" Vince shook his head knowing his daughter's voice. He knew when she wanted something.

"Why would you think I wanted something?" Stephanie asked sweetly.

"I don't know." Vince said sarcastically. "Its not like you've been my daughter for eighteen years and counting."

"Good point." Stephanie giggled. "Can I go to Paul's house?"

"Why?" Vince questioned looking up at his daughter.

"Because I'm bored." Stephanie smiled. "I promise to be home by dinner."

"I thought you hated him?" Vince asked.

"Daddy, hate is such a strong word." Stephanie spoke. "I just didn't like him very much at the time."

"Well, what changed?" Vince replied.

"He stood on top of the coffee cart at school and told everyone what a jerk he was to me." Stephanie beamed. "And that I deserve better then him and that he was truly sorry."

"So what are you two dating again?" Vince stated.

"Yeah." Stephanie responded with a smile.

"Its about time." Vince chuckled.

"What?" Stephanie looked at her father.

"I was wondering when you two would get back together." Vince said. "You've only truly been happy when you were dating him."

"Well, can I go then?" Stephanie asked again.

"Yeah, go on." Vince shook his head. "Be back by 8."

"I will daddy." Stephanie went up and kissed her father on the cheek. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Vince smiled as he watched his daughter run out the room.

XoX

Paul and Kendal ran into the living room from the kitchen. They sat on the floor quickly and acted as if they were watching the show that was playing on the t.v. which was Dora the Explorer. Patricia, Paul's mom walked into the living room. She eyed her two children strangely. She shrugged it off and left the living room. Paul causally glanced back behind him and noticed his mother had exited the living room. Kendal smiled as she looked at her older brother. Paul smiled down at his baby sister. Paul pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead. Kendal began to mimic her brother by wiping pretend sweat off of her forehead as well. Thanksgiving dinner was always the best at the Levesques' house. Patricia and Lynn would always cook everything but the turkey. Paul Sr. would always cook the turkey. The family always tended to have a small family dinner, and then they would have a large family dinner the following day with the rest of their family members. Paul and Kendal were never allowed in the kitchen because they always ate everything instead of helping to make it. Lynn had finally caught on, when she realized they had made a ton of deviled eggs and only five on the tray. That would lead to why Paul and Kendal were acting as if they didn't do anything. This year, they had made a plan to sneak into the kitchen when Lynn and their mother wasn't looking. It was harder then they thought. Paul then got an idea and told his baby sister what to do. Kendal smirked and nodded her head in agreement. Paul got up and walked into the kitchen.

"When's dinner going to be done?" Paul casually asked as he saw Kendal out the corner of his eye waiting for the signal.

"It will be done when it's ready." Lynn stated looking at her brother. "Now go away."

"But I'm starving." Paul stated. "I haven't eaten all day."

"Oh, whatever." Patricia shook her head. "I made you breakfast this morning."

"That was just a snack." Paul smirked. "I think I'll try some of this potato salad."

"Oh, no you better not!" Patricia said making her way over to where her son was.

Paul had quickly ran over to the bowl of potato salad that was on the counter. He grabbed the bowl and held it over his head. He had his mother beat out in height as well as Lynn. She had gone over to help her mother retrieve the potato salad. They tried tickling him, but it was no use. He wasn't ticklish. Paul turned around, causing Lynn and Patricia to turn their backs to the kitchen entrance. When this happened Kendal ran into the kitchen and to the table. She carefully grabbed the plate of deviled eggs. Quickly, but steady she hurried into her bedroom that was upstairs. Paul turned his head and noticed Kendal had succeeded in her task. He turned around and put the potato salad down.

"You guys are no fun." Paul pouted. "Can't I just have a bite?"

"No, and why'd you give up so easy?" Lynn questioned.

"My arms were tired." Paul frowned. "Just a little bite?"

"NO!" Patricia stated firmly.

"Fine!" Paul stuck out his bottom lip.

"Just get out of the kitchen." Patricia shook her head.

"Why don't you just keep Kendal occupied?" Lynn laughed.

"I just wanted a bite." Paul said turning his back to his mom and sister with a smirk.

"Better luck next year at trying to get the food early." Lynn stated with a smile.

"If you say so." Paul mumbled with the biggest smirk on his face.

Paul left the kitchen and walked upstairs to his sister's room. He opened the door and noticed she had split the deviled eggs evenly. He chuckled to himself as he sat down across from Kendal. They gave each other a high five and began to eat the deviled eggs. It was only a few minutes later when they noticed the door knob twisting open. Both Kendal and Paul looked at each other with wide eyes. They looked down at the plate and noticed they still had a few deviled eggs. Paul quickly pulled the plate behind his back and wiped both their faces clean. Kendal quickly grabbed her Barbie dolls from under her bed and threw one at her brother. They started playing with the dolls right when Lynn opened the door.

"Paul?" Lynn spoke entering the room.

"Yes?" Paul smiled in a girly voice.

"You've got company." Lynn shook her head at the scene and Paul's voice.

"Who's here?" Paul questioned.

"The President." Lynn rolled her eyes.

"Oh really." Paul smirked. "He must have gotten my call of complaint about you and mom not letting us sample the food."

"Oh shut up Paul." Lynn laughed. "It's Stephanie."

"Stephie?" Kendal smiled. "I love Stephie."

"More then me?" Paul eyed his baby sister.

"No." Kendal smiled sweetly putting her hands up in the air.

"Ok." Paul patted his sister's head. "Send her in."

Lynn stepped away from the door and Stephanie was already standing there. Paul couldn't help but smile at her presence. He had missed her randomly showing up at his house. Lynn shook her head at the two love birds and walked back downstairs. Stephanie entered the room but didn't close the door behind her.

"Close the door." Paul stated. "Hurry."

"Why?" Stephanie asked shutting the door.

"Cuz we have deviled eggs." Kendal smiled brightly pulling the plate out from behind Stephanie.

"You stole them didn't you?" Stephanie smirked sitting down by Paul.

"Can we trust her Kendal?" Paul looked from Stephanie to Kendal.

"I don't know." Kendal looked at Stephanie. "What's your price?"

"One deviled egg." Stephanie smirked.

"Ok, Paul give her yours." Kendal smiled.

"What?" Paul smirked. "Why mine?"

"Cuz, Stephie and I voted and you lost." Kendal grinned.

"Pay up Levesque!" Stephanie smirked.

"What if I don't want to share?" Paul raised an eyebrow.

"EW!!" Kendal covered her eyes.

"What's wrong Kendal?" Stephanie blushed at Paul's comment.

"You two are going to kiss!" Kendal spoke hiding her eyes. "Just get it over with."

"Aw, is someone jealous?" Paul smirked grabbing his baby sister.

Paul pulled Kendal in between himself and Stephanie. Kendal peaked through her fingers looking from Paul to Stephanie. She wondered what they were going to do. Kendal squirmed as she felt Paul and Stephanie kissing her cheeks. She giggled as she tried to get away from the two of them. Kendal started laughing and trying to hide her cheeks. As they continued this for a few minutes, they were interrupted by the door opening. They had totally forgot about the plate that had been pulled out from behind Paul. All three of them looked up at the door and noticed Lynn and Patricia standing their watching them.

"What's going on here?" Patricia questioned with a smile.

"Yeah, we heard screaming." Lynn stated taking notice of the scene in front of her.

"They started it!" Kendal smiled pointing at Paul and Stephanie.

"Way to rat us out Kendal." Paul chuckled.

"What is that?" Patricia asked eyeing the plate.

"Uh.." Paul and Kendal said at the same time.

"Mom, that's the plate the deviled eggs were on!" Lynn shrieked. "There are still a few left on the plate."

"I knew I had made some." Patricia shook her head. "You two couldn't wait could you?"

"Mommy.." Kendal gave her the puppy dog eyes. "I swear to you, I had nothing to do with it."

"Oh, come on." Paul smirked. "She so stole that line from me."

"It was all Paul." Kendal stuck her bottom lip out. "I didn't do anything, he brought them in here. I told him to give them back."

"Is that so?" Patricia questioned knowing Kendal was playing her. "Come on, I think you deserve a treat for that."

"Ok mommy." Kendal smiled as Patricia picker her up.

Patricia turned around while holding Kendal in her arms. Kendal gave Paul his signature smirk along with a wink. She then rubbed her hands together like she had just won the grand prize. After that she waved goodbye to her brother. Lynn watched the look that the two gave each other. She shook her head. It always made her smile at how her youngest sister and brother could be so much a like. She always thought it was cute how Kendal would turn on Paul so quickly. Stephanie couldn't help but giggle at the scene that had just taken place. Lynn shook her head once more and grabbed the plate. She then followed her mother and sister down the stairs.

"Are you serious?" Paul sighed. "Traitor."

"She so played you." Stephanie laughed.

"We'll see if we work together again." Paul chuckled standing up and helping Stephanie up as well.

"You know you'll work with her again." Stephanie smiled.

"I know." Paul smirked taking Stephanie into his bedroom. "She just has this spell on me."

"I know what you mean." Stephanie stated watching Paul go lay on his bed.

"Yeah." Paul replied looking at Stephanie closing the door. "So, what brings you by?"

"Well…" Stephanie smirked locking his door unnoticed to him. "You owe me something."

"Oh really…" Paul eyed her up and down. "And what is it that I owe you?"

"I never got that deviled egg." Stephanie answered crawling onto the bed with him.

"So how can I make it up to you?" Paul asked pulling Stephanie closer to him.

"I think you know." Stephanie grinned as she leaned in for a kiss.

"When do you have to be back?" Paul questioned.

"By 8 tonight." Stephanie smirked looking at the clock that read 11:30a.m.

"Looks like we've got a lot of time." Paul stated kissing her again.

"We don't want to waste anymore time now do we?" Stephanie smiled her eyes sparkling.

"What do you mean?" Paul asked wondering what she really meant.

"I love you." Stephanie replied kissing him. "I want you."

"Are you sure?" Paul answered in question.

"I've never been so sure in my life." Stephanie spoke in a whisper.

"My parents are right downstairs." Paul stated with sincere eyes.

"If you don't want to.." Stephanie was cut off.

"No, I want to." Paul smiled at her giving her a kiss. "I just want you to be comfortable."

"I can be quiet." Stephanie spoke as she returned the kiss.

"We'll see about that." Paul grinned as he kissed her passionately which ended their conversation.

XoxoxoxoX

Trish pulled up on the side of the street. She parked the car and looked out the window to across the street. Her heart continued to break as she looked at the house in front of her. She was outside Chris' house. Why was she there? She had to talk to him. Trish had to tell him her side and how everything really was. She understood that Chris would need his time to heal, and that it had only been two days since she had told him about everything. He was still her best friend and she had to tell him. She owed him that much. She missed him already so much. She sighed as she got out of her car. She casually walked across the street. Trish walked up the path to his front door. Once she reached the front door, she didn't even think twice about knocking. She knocked and waited. There was no answer. She knocked again. She had hoped that he was home. She knew they were staying home for Thanksgiving, because she used to be invited to join them. Her invitation was no longer there. She sighed as she knocked a fourth time still getting no answer. Trish bit her bottom lip and turned to walk away. She stopped as she heard the door handle unlock and twist. Her heart sped up as she turned around slowly. The door was still shut when she turned around. She watched as the door slowly opened. There he was. Chris stood there at the door only clad in a towel. Trish couldn't help but let her mind wander to the what could have been as she eyed his chiseled body dripping with water. She looked up at his face. The once sincere and loving look he had for her was now replaced with a disgustful and hateful look. If looks could kill, Trish would be dead right about now. Trish was unsure of what exactly to say. She had forgotten why she had come over. Chris started to shut the door when she remembered.

"Chris…" Trish begged. "Please just give me a chance to explain things to you."

"Not much to explain Trish." Chris rolled his eyes. "Its clear what happened."

"Please…" Trish spoke as tears began to form.

Chris looked at Trish. It was still hard for him to even look at her. Every time he saw her, he felt sick to his stomach and thought of Brock and her. He did want to know answers though. He contemplated on actually letting her in. Chris looked at Trish as she pleaded with her eyes. As much as it still hurt him to be near her, he owed it to her to explain. They were best friends before all of this and he planned on staying her friend in the end. He owed it to himself to let her explain. He stepped aside and let her in the house. Once she was inside he shut the door.

"Give me a minute." Chris spoke with no emotion as he headed upstairs.

Trish watched as he walked upstairs. She assumed that he was going to change. For the first time ever in her life she felt like a stranger in his house. His family had always accepted her into their family like their own. Trish wasn't sure what to do. She would usually go and sit down in the living room or whatever. She felt out of place and wasn't sure what the right thing to do was. As she looked around, she noticed a note on the front door. Chris' family and sister went out to do some last minute shopping. Chris and her were alone in the house. At least she would be able to tell him without any interruptions. She bit her bottom lip as Chris came back downstairs fully dressed. He still wore the same expression that he had at the front door. He walked into the living room and sat down in the arm chair. Trish wasn't sure where to sit or if she should sit. She hadn't thought this out fully. She just knew she had to talk to him.

It doesn't matter
That you had the courage to tell me
The easy way out
Was to free up your guilt, laid it on me

"Well?" Chris stated looking at Trish who was standing. "Talk."

"I'm not sure where to start." Trish began. "I guess, I was unsure of how you felt about us, about me. I tried so hard to get your attention. I practically threw myself at you. What did I get in return? You continuously ditched me and made up excuses not to be alone with me. You kept lying to me, and I knew you were lying."

"Are you here to blame this on me?" Chris questioned with anger. "I'm not the one that slept with the first person that came to my front door."

"I was selfish." Trish started again. "I should have taken your feelings into thought. It never occurred to me that you wouldn't be ready to take things that far. I just assumed that you were ready because you're a guy. The way you kept avoiding me made me feel like you didn't love me anymore. Brock came by and I couldn't control myself. I just wanted to feel wanted. I thought you didn't want me. But you have to give me some credit here Chris."

"Oh really, and what's that?" Chris asked. "The Golden Trophy for sleeping around."

"I told you the truth!" Trish cried. "I didn't hide it from you."

Chris looked at her like she was serious. The way she was sounding made him think she just wanted him to forgive and forget. He couldn't do that. Yeah, she told him the truth. That he was grateful for. She just didn't seem to understand the hurt he was feeling. Chris looked at Trish again. She looked a little bit better then before. Trish looked like a huge bolder had been lifted from her shoulders. Chris rolled his eyes. Of course she'd feel that way once she laid all the guilt on him.

What do I care?
If it didn't really mean a thing why'd you do it?
I'm standing here
Looking at someone who doesn't
Know they blew it, yeah

"Yeah, you told me the truth." Chris replied. "I'm thankful for that."

"Then what's the problem?" Trish asked realizing what a dumb question it was.

"Are you serious?" Chris questioned in shock. "You cheated on me Trish."

"Chris, you have to believe me." Trish stated as she was now in front of him on her knees. "It meant nothing."

"It meant nothing?" Chris asked as he looked into her eyes.

"Nothing." Trish spoke not breaking the eye contact.

"Why'd you do it then?" Chris answered.

"What?" Trish shook her head.

"If it meant nothing…" Chris started. "Why'd you do it?"

"Chris…" Trish began but was cut off.

"Don't Chris me." Chris shook his head standing up and moving away from her.

Chris breathed in a deep breath as he shut his eyes. His back was towards Trish at the moment. He waited for her to answer the question. He waited for her to continue to talk after he cut her off. The question was still unanswered as he waited. Trish bit her bottom lip searching her mind for an answer. She could feel him pushing her further and further away as each sentence they spoke was pulling them apart. She knew he was waiting for an answer. She told him that she slept with Brock because she wanted to feel wanted. Trish knew deep down inside that wasn't going to be enough for Chris. They had been best friends for years. He had probably guessed that she would have at least talked to him.

"Why'd you do it?" Chris questioned again.

"I thought you didn't love me anymore." Trish whispered.

"And you couldn't talk to me about it?" Chris spoke finally turning around tears on his cheeks.

"And you couldn't talk to me?" Trish fired back. "You could have told me you weren't ready."

Chris' eyes immediately went to Trish. He could see she was confused now as well. She was right though. He could have talked to her about it, but he didn't. Why hadn't he? He wasn't exactly sure, but he never thought that it would push Trish to cheat on him. He broke the eye contact that they once shared. He looked away from her still feeling pain when he looked at her. Chris turned and looked out the window and then back to Trish. He looked her up and down. He shook his head as he looked at her. Yeah, he may not have talked to her, but she didn't have to cheat. She made that choice on her own. Hell, Trish could have just forced it out of him if she really wanted to. They were both in the wrong with that one. Chris just couldn't get it out of his mind that she cheated. He respected her for coming clean with him. He looked down shaking his head again. Chris didn't know how to tell her she blew their relationship.

You should have lied
Cause' your stupid mistake
Made my world crash down
Now its goodbye
No you can't take it back
Once the truth has come out of your mouth
So you tried to be honest
But honesty blew it this time
You should have lied

"Chris, I'm so sorry." Trish cried as she walked up to him. "It never meant anything."

"I think its time for you to go Trish." Chris stated walking away from her and to the door.

"Didn't anything I said mean anything?" Trish asked tears running down her face matching his.

"I appreciate you being honest with me Trish." Chris replied. "I really do."

"We can make this work." Trish begged.

"Its over." Chris stated. "You blew it and its time for you to leave."

"Chris…" Trish failed to continue.

"You don't get it Trish, do you?" Chris looked at her as anger and hurt filled him again. "I gave you my all. I gave you everything that I could. I would have taken a bullet for you. You were my entire world Trish. You, it was always about you. I never even looked at another girl. Yeah, I was wrong in not telling you I wasn't ready. But come on Trish, lets get real. We're best friends, and we should have been able to talk to each other. Yet, you go and cheat on me. Don't even get me started on with who. Of all the people you could have cheated on me with, it was Brock. Brock of all people. We've had this problem already, and I thought we were past Brock. I really did. When you told me you cheated on me, my entire world crashed down. I fell apart. You broke my entire world and I can't forgive you for that right now. Maybe later down the line, but not now."

Trish stood there crying at every word that Chris had spoken. She finally understood how he felt. Her heart broke as he said each and everyone of those words. They both stood there staring at each other. Chris and Trish both had matching tears and frowns on their faces. She never meant to hurt him. Trish slowly turned around and looked at the door. She put her hand on the door knob and opened the door. She shut her eyes, hoping he'd stop her from leaving. She walked out the door and shut the door behind her. More tears fell down her face as she leaned against the door. Little did she know, he was on the opposite side of the door doing the exact same thing. Chris was leaning against the door as a few tears rolled down his face. He had never cried over anything before in his life. It seemed like Trish was a first for everything.

"I'm so sorry Chris." Trish cried to herself against the door.

"You should have lied." Chris barely whispered out against the door.

XoxoxoxoX

That's it for this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know its pretty long, but I felt like it was all needed for this chapter. Please review and let me know what you think.

Citcat