Trish looked up at Jeff, not saying anything for a moment. She let her arms slide off from around his neck, and her hands ran down his sides stopping at his belt buckle.
"I like funny guys." Trish leaned up towards him, getting ready to kiss him again but he pulled away.
"I'm not joking, Trish." Jeff puts his hands in his pockets. "My girlfriend's name is Beth."
Trish crossed her arms, looking at him. "What kind of name is Beth? Sounds like something I would name a dog!" Trish shook her head slightly, obviously mad.
"I never said I liked her for her name." Jeff opened his car door, making sure to choose his words carefully. He knew it wasn't to smart to piss off a diva. "Are you coming with me to the hotel, or are you walking?"
"Me? Walk? To the hotel?" Trish laughed, even at the thought of that. She walked around to the other side of the car, opening the passenger side door, getting in.
"Maybe you could met Beth-"
"I don't want to met her!" Trish interrupted Jeff, looking crossly out the window.
"Ya know Trish.." Jeff paused, having to chose how to word it. "Bitchiness doesn't really turn me on."
"Your right, Beth turns you on."
Jeff sighed, starting up his car, wondering if Matt was having nearly as much trouble with Amy.
~*~
Matt stood by Amy's car, pacing back, and forth.
"What if she says no?" Matt stopped walking. "No! Don't think that, she'll say yes!"
"Don't think what?" Matt jumped, turning around. Amy grinned at him, and pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail.
"I was just wondering."
"Wondering what?" Amy asked, trying to guide him to say what he wanted to say.
"Amy, will you be my girlfriend?" Matt blurted out.
"Of course!" Amy's grin turned a little wider. "Boy, I thought you'd never ask!"
Matt chuckled, grinning back at Amy. "I was going to ask you a long time ago. You have no clue how scared I was. I was afaird you'd say no, and then our friendship would have probably been ruined."
"Matt Hardy afaird to ask a girl out?" Amy opened the backdoor of her car, tossing her gym bag, in her car. "Is that even possible?"
"You're not just any girl, Amy. You're a woman. A woman that means a lot to me."
"You mean a lot to me too, Matt."
~*~
Jeff arrived at the hotel about 15 minutes later. Trish hadn't said a word to him, ever since the Beth comment. Trish got out of the car, opening the back door, and grabbing her stuff.
"Want some help with that stuff, Trish?" Trish simply shook her head no, starting to walk into the hotel.
"Why do women have to be so damn complicated?" Jeff mumbled to himself, grabbing his stuff, quickly following Trish inside.
Jeff followed Trish up to their room. There hadn't been enough rooms in the hotel, for all of them, so Trish, and Jeff agreed to share a room.
"One bed?" Trish exclaimed, shaking her head. "I refuse to sleep in the same bed as you."
"Can you stop being so difficult? Look, I'll sleep on the floor, you take the bed."
Trish didn't answer, she took one of the pillows off the bed, getting a blanket, and laid on the floor. "I'll sleep on the floor."
"I'm going to take a shower, here's my cell phone, answer it for me, if it rings?" Trish nodded, grabbing the cell phone he tossed her, and turning on the TV. Jeff went into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Trish flipped through the TV channels, finally deciding to watch Jackass on MTV. Near the end of the program Jeff's cell phone rang. Trish looked towards the bathroom door, still hearing the shower running.
Trish picked up Jeff's cell phone turning it on. "Hello?"
"Hey, can I talk to Jeff?" The voice on the other end, was a girl's voice.
"He's taking a shower right now, may I ask who this is?" Trish asked, turning off the TV.
"This is Beth."
"I like funny guys." Trish leaned up towards him, getting ready to kiss him again but he pulled away.
"I'm not joking, Trish." Jeff puts his hands in his pockets. "My girlfriend's name is Beth."
Trish crossed her arms, looking at him. "What kind of name is Beth? Sounds like something I would name a dog!" Trish shook her head slightly, obviously mad.
"I never said I liked her for her name." Jeff opened his car door, making sure to choose his words carefully. He knew it wasn't to smart to piss off a diva. "Are you coming with me to the hotel, or are you walking?"
"Me? Walk? To the hotel?" Trish laughed, even at the thought of that. She walked around to the other side of the car, opening the passenger side door, getting in.
"Maybe you could met Beth-"
"I don't want to met her!" Trish interrupted Jeff, looking crossly out the window.
"Ya know Trish.." Jeff paused, having to chose how to word it. "Bitchiness doesn't really turn me on."
"Your right, Beth turns you on."
Jeff sighed, starting up his car, wondering if Matt was having nearly as much trouble with Amy.
~*~
Matt stood by Amy's car, pacing back, and forth.
"What if she says no?" Matt stopped walking. "No! Don't think that, she'll say yes!"
"Don't think what?" Matt jumped, turning around. Amy grinned at him, and pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail.
"I was just wondering."
"Wondering what?" Amy asked, trying to guide him to say what he wanted to say.
"Amy, will you be my girlfriend?" Matt blurted out.
"Of course!" Amy's grin turned a little wider. "Boy, I thought you'd never ask!"
Matt chuckled, grinning back at Amy. "I was going to ask you a long time ago. You have no clue how scared I was. I was afaird you'd say no, and then our friendship would have probably been ruined."
"Matt Hardy afaird to ask a girl out?" Amy opened the backdoor of her car, tossing her gym bag, in her car. "Is that even possible?"
"You're not just any girl, Amy. You're a woman. A woman that means a lot to me."
"You mean a lot to me too, Matt."
~*~
Jeff arrived at the hotel about 15 minutes later. Trish hadn't said a word to him, ever since the Beth comment. Trish got out of the car, opening the back door, and grabbing her stuff.
"Want some help with that stuff, Trish?" Trish simply shook her head no, starting to walk into the hotel.
"Why do women have to be so damn complicated?" Jeff mumbled to himself, grabbing his stuff, quickly following Trish inside.
Jeff followed Trish up to their room. There hadn't been enough rooms in the hotel, for all of them, so Trish, and Jeff agreed to share a room.
"One bed?" Trish exclaimed, shaking her head. "I refuse to sleep in the same bed as you."
"Can you stop being so difficult? Look, I'll sleep on the floor, you take the bed."
Trish didn't answer, she took one of the pillows off the bed, getting a blanket, and laid on the floor. "I'll sleep on the floor."
"I'm going to take a shower, here's my cell phone, answer it for me, if it rings?" Trish nodded, grabbing the cell phone he tossed her, and turning on the TV. Jeff went into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Trish flipped through the TV channels, finally deciding to watch Jackass on MTV. Near the end of the program Jeff's cell phone rang. Trish looked towards the bathroom door, still hearing the shower running.
Trish picked up Jeff's cell phone turning it on. "Hello?"
"Hey, can I talk to Jeff?" The voice on the other end, was a girl's voice.
"He's taking a shower right now, may I ask who this is?" Trish asked, turning off the TV.
"This is Beth."