Chapter 11
The duo walked silently across the lawn, hand in hand. Jeff had helped Trish clean up, he glanced over at her, watching as she studied the house ahead of them. He smiled, and stopped infront of his father's porch.
"I have gum on my shoe!" He snickered softly, watching as she looked at the bottom of her shoe, groaning in disgust.
"You should find a stick, and clean it off. My dad will have a cow if you track gum in the house!" He gave her a lopsided grin, and she laughed, nodding. "I'll be inside, just come in when your done." Trish nodded again, and watched him walk inside. She sighed, groaning again, and began to look for a stick. She found one, and picked it up.
Trish sit down, making herself comfy on the stairs, and started peeling the gum off her shoe. When it was finally all off, she discarded the stick, and walked up the stairs, standing in front of the door. She contemplated on whether or not she should knock, and after a moment, she simply wallked in. She looked around the room, and found herself in the living room. It was modern, the rug a shade of gray, and the furniture matching prefectly. She eyed Gilbert's large DVD collection, and she soon walked over, looking through the titles.
"I love this movie!" Trish exclaimed to herself, as she pulled out "Faceoff." She read the back of the DVD before placing it back on the shelf, and standing up. She looked around the room once more, and noticed a staircase by the T.V. She walked over, and slowly walked upstairs. The hallway was painted light blue, with gray carpeting. She winkled her nose at the color scheme, and walked down the semi-long hallway, radomaly stopping infront of a door.
Trish carefully pushed the door open, and took a deep breath, stepping into the room. She quickly smiled, releizing it was Matt's old room. The walls were covered with wrestling advertisesments, and posters. She walked around the room, taking time to breifly read each one. She laughed, as she noticed a picture of Jeff, in his old gimmick. A cough at the door interapted her laughing. She turned, and came eye to eye with an extremely skinny woman. Her brown hair was cut short, and came to her chin.
"Is there a reason why your looking through the house?" The woman asked rudely. Trish sighed, and shook her head.
"No need to be rude, I was just looking for Jeff, and this room caught my eye." She paused, and slowly pushed on. "May I ask who you are?" The woman sighed impaitently, and nodded her head.
"Sure, I'm Beth."
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The duo walked silently across the lawn, hand in hand. Jeff had helped Trish clean up, he glanced over at her, watching as she studied the house ahead of them. He smiled, and stopped infront of his father's porch.
"I have gum on my shoe!" He snickered softly, watching as she looked at the bottom of her shoe, groaning in disgust.
"You should find a stick, and clean it off. My dad will have a cow if you track gum in the house!" He gave her a lopsided grin, and she laughed, nodding. "I'll be inside, just come in when your done." Trish nodded again, and watched him walk inside. She sighed, groaning again, and began to look for a stick. She found one, and picked it up.
Trish sit down, making herself comfy on the stairs, and started peeling the gum off her shoe. When it was finally all off, she discarded the stick, and walked up the stairs, standing in front of the door. She contemplated on whether or not she should knock, and after a moment, she simply wallked in. She looked around the room, and found herself in the living room. It was modern, the rug a shade of gray, and the furniture matching prefectly. She eyed Gilbert's large DVD collection, and she soon walked over, looking through the titles.
"I love this movie!" Trish exclaimed to herself, as she pulled out "Faceoff." She read the back of the DVD before placing it back on the shelf, and standing up. She looked around the room once more, and noticed a staircase by the T.V. She walked over, and slowly walked upstairs. The hallway was painted light blue, with gray carpeting. She winkled her nose at the color scheme, and walked down the semi-long hallway, radomaly stopping infront of a door.
Trish carefully pushed the door open, and took a deep breath, stepping into the room. She quickly smiled, releizing it was Matt's old room. The walls were covered with wrestling advertisesments, and posters. She walked around the room, taking time to breifly read each one. She laughed, as she noticed a picture of Jeff, in his old gimmick. A cough at the door interapted her laughing. She turned, and came eye to eye with an extremely skinny woman. Her brown hair was cut short, and came to her chin.
"Is there a reason why your looking through the house?" The woman asked rudely. Trish sighed, and shook her head.
"No need to be rude, I was just looking for Jeff, and this room caught my eye." She paused, and slowly pushed on. "May I ask who you are?" The woman sighed impaitently, and nodded her head.
"Sure, I'm Beth."
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Remember...No reviews=No story! Thanks for reading!