"Shane I really don't feel like arguing with you right now." Said Stephanie. "When I say no, I mean no." She sat back down at her desk and frowned. "I will not let you have a day off on Raw. And that's that."

Shane who stood by the doorway and sighed in frustration. "But Stephanie you don't understand…."

"Shane, I can't have you take a day off! Want to know why? Because Austin, doesn't believe in day offs!" said Stephanie, giving him an intense stare. "And besides, wouldn't it be weird to see an Alliance member just take off?" She began to fiddle with her brand new hat.

"Well sometimes we need breaks you know." Stated Shane. "I mean I did your dirty work. I was respectful to our team and Stone Cold. What else do you desire from me?" Stephanie stopped playing with her hat and gradually stood up.

"What else? What else?!" She glared at Shane and pounded her fists on the desk and said, "It's Jeff isn't it? Trying to see if your friend is okay, huh?" Shane gaped and unsteadily said no. But Steph did'nt buy it. "He fell down and never got up! Who the hell cares! Hurricane, what is wrong with you? Have you simply lost your mind? Are you brain dead?"

Stephanie grew redder and redder by the minute. Shane put up a hand to try to calm her down. "No, its not Jeff…."

"You don't have to lie. I know and you'll be sorry. You dishonor me. Go!" she motioned him to leave. "Get out! I said get out of my office!" Shane backed away and left immediately. Stephanie slumped back down in her seat. "I'll make sure that Shane gets what he deserves." She rested her feet on her desk.

I mean why is everyone worried about that Rainbow freak! He was the one who brought it upon himself. It's not my fault. It's not anybody's fault! It's HIS fault. Why should I care?

Amy looked up at her clock that hung on the wall. She noticed it was almost 8 and knew that Jeff and Trish were out on their dinner date. She hoped everything went as plan. You see, Matt had rented a limo for the two and sent them off to one of those expensive restaurants and Jeff really wasn't use to the fancy stuff, so he might be a little uncomfortable. Perhaps even timid.

Anyway, as it hit eight she dialed Matt's number and decided to invite him over. She was a little exhausted from all that preparation that she did on Trish. So she needed someone to confide in.

Meanwhile…

"Where are we going? I'm sure that I never seen this place before. And who bought the idea of having us in a limo? It's not like where getting married. And what is with theses clothes? Are we going to a funeral or what? And…" Jeff was abruptly stopped by Trish's finger on his lips.

"Jeff." She started and put down her hand. She cleared her throat. "You seem to be nervous. Am I wrong?"

"No, why you say that. I'm never nervous. I mean at least I was 10 minutes ago." Jeff let his eyes wonder over out the tinted windows and stared out at the dazzling lights of the town. "I'm not nervous."

"Well, I was too 10 minutes ago. Seeing you and the limo. I mean this date could go well." She said. "We get along. We're friends, right? I was there for you."

"Why do you forever say that?" he suddenly asked.

"Because…" said Trish and hastily began to think of an answer. "Because...."

"Because what?"

"Jeff, the point is, that there's nothing to be nervous about. Its dinner for god's sakes. It's not like we have a thing for each other. I mean friends. Always friends. And let's get through this together, with some friendly conversation. Got it?"

"Got it." But you had to admit. Jeff WAS nervous. Not ten minutes ago. But all the minutes. He was sitting in a limo, heading to an elegant diner, with a gorgeous girl. That's nervous. But when Trish had stated to be friends, that gave his hopes down. Did she really mean that? Always friends. That's it? Jeff was feeling more than that.

Right now his mind, as he looked out at the murky majestic night, he really hunted more. It's like a fairytale. The limo is your carriage and your princess is Trish. But you can't tell how you really feel to that princess.

Jeff sighed vaguely and then noticed what he was thinking. He shook off his thoughts and thought, I don't like her. She's only a friend! I can't believe I thought that.

But he knew he was acting foolish. Jeff knew that he like her. He told Matt already. Now that guy is probably spreading it to all their friends. Even when the guy promised.

"Jeff. Where almost there." Burst out Trish. She told the driver to let the window down.

"I can't believe we're here."

"Oh, great. One of those French restaurants right?"

"So, its amazing."

"Why can't it be Spanish?"

"Because it's not silly." Trish got out the limo and stared at the restaurant in delight. She breathed in the cool brisk air and exhaled. "This is totally great. Jeff its cool right? Jeff?" Trish turned around.

Jeff leaned against the car with non-interest in his eyes. "Trish it's just a restaurant get over it."

"A restaurant? Jeff it's our date restaurant." Trish turned around back at the sight and she smiled broadly. She clasped her hands together. "Let's go." She took Jeff's hand.

"Can't we go to Burger King or something? Something more us?"

"Why eat fast when you can eat romantic?"

"Because fast is faster and I thought we were friends, not romantic." Said Jeff scartastically. Trish rolled her eyes as she pulled Jeff in the restaurant, like he was a 2 year old.

"Come on. Don't embarrass me like this Jeff." She said quietly as they entered.

"Well, stop dragging me." He spoke trying to let loose of her grip. They were fully in, being addressed by host and was shown to a table of two. It was bit crowded and the violinist played a gentle piece. Jeff observed around the area. He slightly leaned over the table and whispered, "This place is too calm."

"Duh." Whispered back Trish. "It's delicate. You know how those upper class is."

"Well I'm use to Pearl Jam. Do they mind playing it?" he said a little too loud. Trish kicked him in the shin, not too hard though. Jeff winced and reached for his right knee. "Whatcha do that for?"

"Jeff, can you read? That sign over there says: Use quiet and reasonable voices." She said softly.

"Oh, well sheesh. I did't see." Said Jeff under his breath. He still rubbed his sore knee. "You did'nt have to kick me. And are those Amy's shoes. Her shoes hurt like…"

"Ahem, Mrs. Mr. May I take your order?"

"I thought you said this was a French restaurant." Said Jeff. Trish ignored him.

"Um, we would like to have a couple of minutes. Thanks anyway."

"Very well." The man left and gave a repulsive glance at Jeff as he noticed his alternative hairstyle.

"Whats his problem."

"You know Jeffy, it would've been better if you washed that dye out and use your regular hair color. I mean some people disprove of it, in these kinda of restaurants." Said Trish uneasily.

"Well if that guy don't like my colors, than he can go to hell." Said Jeff. Some people around the other tables heard. Trish clapped a hand on her head miserably. Why did I open my big mouth?

Jeff stood up and called, "Hey big nose! Turn around!" The waiter turned around and heaved in anger as Jeff gave him the finger. Trish, who was so embarrassed right now, slouched down at her seat and tried to hide herself from the audience. All eyes were on them.

"Yeah, that's right you big dork." Jeff sat back down and picked up his menu like nothing happened. "What rich people. Think there all that with their money." He noticed Trish with her head down.

"Trish? Whats wrong?" She lifted her head up.

"I don't even want to know you anymore. I was ready to move to a different table. Jeff you embarrassed me so much. You mainly embarrassed yourself. What made you get the idea to stick the finger at a high honored waiter? Are you nuts? We could get kicked out for that."

"See, I told you we should've went to Burger King."

"Jeff, be serious for once."

"I am. I hate when people judge me."

"I know, but sometimes you have to control it." It was long pause.

This might be the right time to tell him, she thought as she watched Jeff gaze down at the menu. He too was in thoughts of his own.

Look at him. So vulnerable. And I just want to embrace him. See that's what got you into this mess Trish. He was weak and hurt in the ring and you just had to kiss him. Now he's saddened and hurt, that people judge him differently. Now I just want to say that I really love him and I don't care how he looks. But yet, I'm still troubled.

Jeff twitched around with his fork.

Trish nervously twirled a string of hair around her finger.

Both thinking and what to say next.

Jeff stopped fiddling with the fork and Trish stopped twirling her hair. They looked up and locked eyes for a minute and both turned away.

Whats wrong with me? Thought Trish. She began to get frustrated with herself. Every time there's a chance for me to yell out my feelings, I always choke. I so suck. I wonder what Jeff's thinking.

Now here I thought, that this night couldn't get any worse. I majorly embarrass myself in front her. She probably thinks I'm an asshole right now, thought Jeff. Yeah, a fairytale. Well more like a nightmare. What else could go wrong?

"Hmmm…what else can go wrong." Said Trish suddenly breaking the silence. Jeff looked up at her. "Hey."

"What?"

"You've read my mind."

"So, you too was thinking what I was thinking?" said Trish.

"Yeah, I think."

"Oh."

"I just want to say that I'm sorry for embarrassing you. I really got annoyed that's all and half of it was to show off." Trish laughed modestly. "I know what you mean. Trying to be macho, huh?"

"Maybe."

Trish opened up her menu. "Want to order?"

"Yeah, I was hoping for that. Is that waiter coming again?"

To be continued…