Chapter 2
Trish leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. It was the night of her actual debut. She kept her eyes on the ground, blocking out all sound. Trish jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She stood up straight, and smoothed her skirt down, looking up to see Jeff.
"Don't be so nervous." Jeff stood next to her, watching her. Trish nodded, suddenly feeling much better. It was surprising how a certain person's presence, or voice could make her feel so much better.
Jeff smiled at her, stretching. "Nice outfit, Princess." Trish shook her head. "Don't call me that!" She whined, playfully. Jeff chuckled. "I hate this outfit..skimpy clothes are so..skimpy!" Jeff stopped stretching, and looked her up, and down thoughtfully.
"It's true..it's damn true!" This time, it was Trish's turn to laugh. She moved away from the wall, smiling at Jeff. "I'm so glad we're best friends." Jeff nodded, returning her smile.
"Me too..I'll met you in the parking lot at 12. We can drive to the next city together." Jeff yawned, stretching again. "Like always." Trish added, walking off to find T n A.
Jeff leaned against his car, checking his watch again. It was 12:05. "Woman, always late." Trish hurried into the parking lot, opening his car door, and throwing her bag in.
"Sorry..I had to take a shower." Jeff nodded, and started to get into his car, but Trish reached out, taking his hand, and stopping him. She pulled him close to her, looking into his eyes. He gulped trying his hardest to resist her.
"Jeffy, I want to be more then best friends. I know you do to. I see the way you look at me." She paused, grinning up at him sexily. "So, I'm going to make the first move."
Trish pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jeff found himself wrapping his arms around her waist, wanting to be closer to her. She reached up, kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back, trying to ignore the little voice in the back of his head, nagging him, and telling him to stop.
Jeff stopped, realizing the voice was right, he shouldn't be kissing her back, at least not yet. He pulled himself away from her, glancing back at her, seeing the hurt look on her face.
"Trish, I have a girlfriend."
Trish leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. It was the night of her actual debut. She kept her eyes on the ground, blocking out all sound. Trish jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She stood up straight, and smoothed her skirt down, looking up to see Jeff.
"Don't be so nervous." Jeff stood next to her, watching her. Trish nodded, suddenly feeling much better. It was surprising how a certain person's presence, or voice could make her feel so much better.
Jeff smiled at her, stretching. "Nice outfit, Princess." Trish shook her head. "Don't call me that!" She whined, playfully. Jeff chuckled. "I hate this outfit..skimpy clothes are so..skimpy!" Jeff stopped stretching, and looked her up, and down thoughtfully.
"It's true..it's damn true!" This time, it was Trish's turn to laugh. She moved away from the wall, smiling at Jeff. "I'm so glad we're best friends." Jeff nodded, returning her smile.
"Me too..I'll met you in the parking lot at 12. We can drive to the next city together." Jeff yawned, stretching again. "Like always." Trish added, walking off to find T n A.
Jeff leaned against his car, checking his watch again. It was 12:05. "Woman, always late." Trish hurried into the parking lot, opening his car door, and throwing her bag in.
"Sorry..I had to take a shower." Jeff nodded, and started to get into his car, but Trish reached out, taking his hand, and stopping him. She pulled him close to her, looking into his eyes. He gulped trying his hardest to resist her.
"Jeffy, I want to be more then best friends. I know you do to. I see the way you look at me." She paused, grinning up at him sexily. "So, I'm going to make the first move."
Trish pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jeff found himself wrapping his arms around her waist, wanting to be closer to her. She reached up, kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back, trying to ignore the little voice in the back of his head, nagging him, and telling him to stop.
Jeff stopped, realizing the voice was right, he shouldn't be kissing her back, at least not yet. He pulled himself away from her, glancing back at her, seeing the hurt look on her face.
"Trish, I have a girlfriend."