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Jeff slammed the door in Trish's face, and with that barrier in between them, Trish just let the tears fall. She turned silently and let herself slide down the door and put her head on her arms that were rested on her knees and cried.
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Jeff heard Trish's body sliding down the door outside; he heard her crying, and he hated himself. He had made the one person in his life that he cared for the most slip away. 'What the hell am I thinking? After what she did to me... what goes around comes around right?'
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"Amy, listen. Jeff and I had an argument, a bad one. He told me to get the fuck out and I didn't know who else to call. Please, you and Matt have to come and get me!" Trish sobbed on the phone to her best friend.
After a few muffled voices, Trish heard Amy speak. "Matt says we can be there in 15 minutes. Can you wait that long?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Jeff locked himself in his room so I have the rest of the house to wander around in. I think I'm gonna have to gather up all the stuff I left here over the years up though... it's probably gonna be a while before I'm allowed, or able, to come back," Trish sighed.
"Okay, we're on our way. Be there as soon as we can alright?"
"Bye," Trish hung up the phone. She walked over to the rustled pile of clothing, bedding, and couch cushions and wadded the bedding into a pile. She threw it into the dirty clothes hamper and replaced the absent cushions on the couch. She walked over to the clothing left on the floor, and picked up the North Carolina University sweatshirt Jeff had given her a year ago. She held it close to her, and it smelled like Jeff. Trish backed up to the couch and sat down, still smelling Jeff's scent on the sweatshirt. "God I miss him already..." Trish sighed aloud.
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Jeff heard an engine rumbling in the driveway, and knew that Matt and Amy were coming to pick up Trish. He listened to the sounds of the front door open and close, footsteps on the stairs, the guest room door open, a pause, and once again footsteps on the stairs. After a few muttered words of comfort from Amy to Trish, he heard the front door open and close again. Not being able to resist, he got off of the bed and peered out of his window, which overlooked the driveway. He caught a quick glimpse of Trish, and cursed himself for still having feelings for her. As she wordlessly slid into the backseat of Amy's silver Celica, he kissed his fingertip and placed it on the window pane over the place where he could see Trish through it. "Goodbye, Trish... I love you."
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"Thanks for the ride you guys, I really appreciate it," Trish meant for the words to sound sincere, but knew instead she sounded pathetic. She couldn't take her mind off of Jeff, and the look in his eyes when he had told her to leave.
"No problem. But I have a question before you go off to Toronto again, and then I'm gonna be wondering what happened the rest of our break," Amy began.
"Ask away," Trish said, staring out the window, without much oomph in her voice.
"What made Jeff tell you to leave?" Amy asked carefully.
"I'm not in the mood to discuss this Amy. I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but right now I'm at the point of not caring," Trish didn't mean for voice to sound as awful and cruel as it did, but she couldn't help herself. ' Besides,' she reasoned with herself ' if Amy knew why, she would be beyond pissed, and Jeff is already livid with me There is no way that I could bear to have them both furious at me.'
" If I know Jeff, he will probably be over this whole thing after our time off. I mean, this is the first time you two have ever fought before, so it cant be that bad," Matt's words would have been comforting in a different situation, but right then, they weren't helping.
'Trust me Matt, it can,' Trish thought. However, not wanting them to catch on about what a horrid thing she did, she simply sighed and replied, "You're probably right Matt. It can't be that bad..."
"Welp, here we are!" Amy declared. "You sure you don't want us to come and see you off?"
"Positive. My flight might get delayed and I would feel guilty if you two had to spend all day up here with miserable me waiting for a plane. Go on home, and if you see Jeff... ask him if he will let me talk to him when we go back on the road," Trish pulled the strap on her bag further up onto her shoulder as she spoke.
"Will do, and I'll call you tomorrow!" Amy promised.
"Have a safe flight, and enjoy Toronto Trish," Matt didn't know Trish as well as Jeff or Amy did, but he felt the need to hug her anyway, just in case the comfort might help.
Trish hugged Matt back and then stepped away from the car as Matt got back inside of it, leaving the girls to say their own goodbyes. "Thanks again, Amy. I don't know what I would do if you hadn't been here," Trish said as she hugged Amy.
"Anytime, sweetie. And remember, you can always count on me," Amy assured her.
Without another word, Trish spun on her heel and walked through the airport doors. After going through security, Trish found her gate and sat in a chair to wait for her flight. She felt a small tug on the arm of her sweater and tuned to find a small brunette, who couldn't have been more than 4 or 5. "Twish Stwatus?" the girl asked, her eyes round in disbelief.
"That's right, sweetie. And who are you?" Trish asked sweetly.
"Kathwyn," the girl replied.
"Where is your mommy and daddy?" Trish asked looking around. When Kathryn pointed to a young couple a few feet away and smiled, Trish picked her up and carried her over to her parents, "She's beautiful," Trish said. When she felt Kathryn fingering her small, sliver cross necklace gingerly, Trish looked down at her.
"Pwetty," Kathryn whispered.
"Here, you better take your daughter back before I have to steal her. She is so adorable!" Trish laughed.
"Thank you very much, Miss Stratus," the man said.
When an announcement over the intercom announced Trish's flight, she said to Kathryn's parents, "Sorry, that's my flight. It was very nice meeting both of you." Then, Trish knelt down to Kathryn and reached behind her head and unhooked the clasp on her necklace. She re-clasped it, and slid it over the small girl's neck. "Bye Kathryn," Trish grinned at the girl's delight.
Trish boarded her plane and took her seat next to the window. Because it was such an early flight, there weren't many passengers, and no one was sitting next to Trish. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, hoping to find peace in her sleep, away from the hectic morning she had been through.
Despite her attempts to rest, Trish couldn't get comfortable enough. Tossing and turning, Trish finally gave up and leaned her seat upright again. Trish remained lost in her own thoughts throughout the entire flight back to Toronto.
At the Toronto Airport, Trish met her younger sister Kristine. They picked up her bags at the baggage claim and began their way out of the airport. They walked to the parking garage and found their parents' car. "So what made you come back for just a weekend?" Kristine inquired.
"So I can't come and see my family anymore?" Trish asked rudely. She didn't mean to sound uncouth, but she was stressed out beyond reason and hated the world.
"Gees, sorry for caring!" Kristine grumbled.
"Oh, God," Trish muttered," Kristine, I'm really sorry. It's just that I've had an unreasonably horrible day already, so I'm just crabby. Forgive me?" Trish apologized.
"Yeah, forgiven..... You and Adam have been fighting about Jeff again, huh?" Kristine asked. Her and Trish were really close, so she knew it would be alright to ask.
"That's what it started out to be, but then last night Jeff and I got into an argument, and it was my fault. I just feel really awful about the whole thing!" Trish knew that Kristine wouldn't mind listening to her problems... after all, that's what she was there for, right? By this time, they had already escaped the city and were well on their way back to the Stratus residence.
"Sorry, I really wish there was something I could do to make you feel better," Kristine sympathized.
"Well, there's not, so lets just drop it!" Trish snapped.
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Jeff sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He had been the same way ever since Trish had left. He missed her terribly, yet at the same time hated her. "God, what am I gonna do with myself?" he asked himself. He heard footsteps on the stairs and lifted his head in hopes Trish was returning to him. He wanted to hold her, and tell her he was sorry for everything he said to hurt her and make her cry. He bounced off his bed with a sudden burst of energy. Flinging himself out the doorway, he yelled, "Trish!" He looked up with his eyes, red from crying, and a wave of disappointment washed over him as he stared into the eyes of Amy.
"Well, its nice to know how much I'm loved around here," Amy said sarcastically.
"Hey Amy," Jeff mumbled.
"Jeff, babe, what happened? I mean, Trish is on her way back to Toronto right now, and it took everything she had to keep from crying when we picked her up. Now I can tell you've been crying, and $10 says that its because you miss her, so I mean... what's the deal?" Amy inquired.
"You might wanna sit down for this. It's a long one..." Jeff sighed plopping down on the floor. As Jeff retold the happenings of the night before, anger swept over Amy's face.
"Alright, now I'm pissed! That no good, lying, cheating, manipulative, gutter sl-" Amy was cut off by Jeff's hand.
"Don't go there Amy, I know I shouldn't..." Jeff sighed again, "but I still love her."
"After what that conniving little bitch did to you?! How could you Jeff?" Amy was clearly disgusted.
"Because, Amy, love proves faithful through any obstacles," Jeff looked away to keep from crying again. He pulled his bandana down to shield his tear-filled eyes from Amy.
"Oh no you don't, Jeff. You are not gonna sit around here crying about her. Let's go downstairs and find Matt," Amy's statement was more a command than a request. She grabbed his upper arm and pulled him to his feet. They walked together down the stairs and into the living room. They heard rustling in the kitchen and, assuming that's where Matt had ventured off to, walked over to the doorway.
They saw Matt's head emerge from behind the refrigerator door with his cheeks puffing out. "Oh hey guys!" Matt inaudibly chuckled with small bits of food going everywhere. He grinned broadly and exposed pieces of differed kinds of junk food.
"You heifer!" Amy looked disgusted. "You were supposed to wait for me!" she grinned.
Jeff couldn't help but smile at his brother. He had always made himself at home at Jeff's house. "I should have known this is where you'd be," Jeff grinned. "Now my brother is eating me out of house and home... my day could only be a little bit worse!"
"We like the Backstreet Boys, N*sync too! Brittany Spears is kinda cool! We watch TRL on MTV! Everybody 3 count 1,2,3! 1...2...3!!!!!!" Shannon Moore and Shane Helms entered the room singing totally off key to their old entrance music.
"Then again... maybe I was lying," Jeff muttered.
"Lying about what?" Shannon asked as he made his way over to the refrigerator to join Matt in gorging all of Jeff's food.
"And you two are here... because?" Jeff questioned cocking an eyebrow.
"We got hungry. HELLO?" Shane said smiling brightly.
"Umm, bye-bye!" Jeff smirked.
"Oh, so funny I ALMOST laughed," Shannon teased.
"Well at least I can reach the top shelf, midget!" Jeff laughed, but paused remembering Trish. With a frown on his face, he grumbled, "You guys, I gotta go but go ahead and stay as long as you want and make yourselves at home like you always do."
"Plannin' on it!" Shane laughed unaware of the previous night.
"Shut up, guys!" Amy whispered hitting both Shane and Shannon on the arms. Getting questioning looks in return, she mouthed, "I'll explain later."
"Later guys," Jeff said exiting the front door.
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"Trish, Adam's on the phone again!" Carol Stratus called up the stairs in their small country home.
"I'm sleeping!" Trish yelled back, clearly wide awake.
"I said that 7 hours ago!" her mom shouted.
"Then make something up! I don't care anymore," the last part of Trish's sentence was muffled by the pillow she was holding. She looked down at the pillow in her arms. "Why cant you be Jeff?" There was a knock on Trish's door.
"Hunny, you cant spend the rest of your life moping around the house avoiding your problems," Greg, Trish's dad, entered her room and put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
"Maybe not, but I sure can try!" she sighed. She knew her father meant well, but there was nothing anyone could do at this point.
"Well, dinner's ready when you are. We'll leave enough for you just in case you get hungry later," Greg said leaving the room.
Trish rolled over on her bed and picked up the phone. She needed friends, not family, for this problem. "Is Stacy there?" After a pause and a yell for Stacy on the other end, she heard one of her best friends muffled yell, "I got it!"
"Hello?" Stacy asked.
"Stace? It's me, Trish. I have a big problem and I just need someone to listen for me for a little while... you're not busy are you?" Trish asked.
"Me? Like I have a life outside of being a Diva, so go for it!" Stacy laughed.
"Okay, so me and Adam were fighting, and don't even say again... Anyways, so we were fighting about me spending time with Jeff again, and of course I got all defensive again and stormed off. So Jeff and I go to NC, like we planned, and I made him think that I loved him and I slept with him and I don't know what to do about it... HELP!" Trish whimpered.
"Trish, sweetie, the only way to get around this is to get over it. that's all I know to tell you," Stacy said.
"I... I cant Stace, I love him," Trish said without thinking. She gasped and dropped the phone.
Okay guys, I know that it's taken me an EXTRA long time to update, and I apologize for it! I've been super busy lately but I'll try and get a new chapter up as soon as I get a chance! Oh yeah, thanks to everybody for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming! I LOVE YOU ALL! ~*~* Luscious Lexi *~*~
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Jeff slammed the door in Trish's face, and with that barrier in between them, Trish just let the tears fall. She turned silently and let herself slide down the door and put her head on her arms that were rested on her knees and cried.
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Jeff heard Trish's body sliding down the door outside; he heard her crying, and he hated himself. He had made the one person in his life that he cared for the most slip away. 'What the hell am I thinking? After what she did to me... what goes around comes around right?'
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"Amy, listen. Jeff and I had an argument, a bad one. He told me to get the fuck out and I didn't know who else to call. Please, you and Matt have to come and get me!" Trish sobbed on the phone to her best friend.
After a few muffled voices, Trish heard Amy speak. "Matt says we can be there in 15 minutes. Can you wait that long?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Jeff locked himself in his room so I have the rest of the house to wander around in. I think I'm gonna have to gather up all the stuff I left here over the years up though... it's probably gonna be a while before I'm allowed, or able, to come back," Trish sighed.
"Okay, we're on our way. Be there as soon as we can alright?"
"Bye," Trish hung up the phone. She walked over to the rustled pile of clothing, bedding, and couch cushions and wadded the bedding into a pile. She threw it into the dirty clothes hamper and replaced the absent cushions on the couch. She walked over to the clothing left on the floor, and picked up the North Carolina University sweatshirt Jeff had given her a year ago. She held it close to her, and it smelled like Jeff. Trish backed up to the couch and sat down, still smelling Jeff's scent on the sweatshirt. "God I miss him already..." Trish sighed aloud.
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Jeff heard an engine rumbling in the driveway, and knew that Matt and Amy were coming to pick up Trish. He listened to the sounds of the front door open and close, footsteps on the stairs, the guest room door open, a pause, and once again footsteps on the stairs. After a few muttered words of comfort from Amy to Trish, he heard the front door open and close again. Not being able to resist, he got off of the bed and peered out of his window, which overlooked the driveway. He caught a quick glimpse of Trish, and cursed himself for still having feelings for her. As she wordlessly slid into the backseat of Amy's silver Celica, he kissed his fingertip and placed it on the window pane over the place where he could see Trish through it. "Goodbye, Trish... I love you."
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"Thanks for the ride you guys, I really appreciate it," Trish meant for the words to sound sincere, but knew instead she sounded pathetic. She couldn't take her mind off of Jeff, and the look in his eyes when he had told her to leave.
"No problem. But I have a question before you go off to Toronto again, and then I'm gonna be wondering what happened the rest of our break," Amy began.
"Ask away," Trish said, staring out the window, without much oomph in her voice.
"What made Jeff tell you to leave?" Amy asked carefully.
"I'm not in the mood to discuss this Amy. I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but right now I'm at the point of not caring," Trish didn't mean for voice to sound as awful and cruel as it did, but she couldn't help herself. ' Besides,' she reasoned with herself ' if Amy knew why, she would be beyond pissed, and Jeff is already livid with me There is no way that I could bear to have them both furious at me.'
" If I know Jeff, he will probably be over this whole thing after our time off. I mean, this is the first time you two have ever fought before, so it cant be that bad," Matt's words would have been comforting in a different situation, but right then, they weren't helping.
'Trust me Matt, it can,' Trish thought. However, not wanting them to catch on about what a horrid thing she did, she simply sighed and replied, "You're probably right Matt. It can't be that bad..."
"Welp, here we are!" Amy declared. "You sure you don't want us to come and see you off?"
"Positive. My flight might get delayed and I would feel guilty if you two had to spend all day up here with miserable me waiting for a plane. Go on home, and if you see Jeff... ask him if he will let me talk to him when we go back on the road," Trish pulled the strap on her bag further up onto her shoulder as she spoke.
"Will do, and I'll call you tomorrow!" Amy promised.
"Have a safe flight, and enjoy Toronto Trish," Matt didn't know Trish as well as Jeff or Amy did, but he felt the need to hug her anyway, just in case the comfort might help.
Trish hugged Matt back and then stepped away from the car as Matt got back inside of it, leaving the girls to say their own goodbyes. "Thanks again, Amy. I don't know what I would do if you hadn't been here," Trish said as she hugged Amy.
"Anytime, sweetie. And remember, you can always count on me," Amy assured her.
Without another word, Trish spun on her heel and walked through the airport doors. After going through security, Trish found her gate and sat in a chair to wait for her flight. She felt a small tug on the arm of her sweater and tuned to find a small brunette, who couldn't have been more than 4 or 5. "Twish Stwatus?" the girl asked, her eyes round in disbelief.
"That's right, sweetie. And who are you?" Trish asked sweetly.
"Kathwyn," the girl replied.
"Where is your mommy and daddy?" Trish asked looking around. When Kathryn pointed to a young couple a few feet away and smiled, Trish picked her up and carried her over to her parents, "She's beautiful," Trish said. When she felt Kathryn fingering her small, sliver cross necklace gingerly, Trish looked down at her.
"Pwetty," Kathryn whispered.
"Here, you better take your daughter back before I have to steal her. She is so adorable!" Trish laughed.
"Thank you very much, Miss Stratus," the man said.
When an announcement over the intercom announced Trish's flight, she said to Kathryn's parents, "Sorry, that's my flight. It was very nice meeting both of you." Then, Trish knelt down to Kathryn and reached behind her head and unhooked the clasp on her necklace. She re-clasped it, and slid it over the small girl's neck. "Bye Kathryn," Trish grinned at the girl's delight.
Trish boarded her plane and took her seat next to the window. Because it was such an early flight, there weren't many passengers, and no one was sitting next to Trish. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, hoping to find peace in her sleep, away from the hectic morning she had been through.
Despite her attempts to rest, Trish couldn't get comfortable enough. Tossing and turning, Trish finally gave up and leaned her seat upright again. Trish remained lost in her own thoughts throughout the entire flight back to Toronto.
At the Toronto Airport, Trish met her younger sister Kristine. They picked up her bags at the baggage claim and began their way out of the airport. They walked to the parking garage and found their parents' car. "So what made you come back for just a weekend?" Kristine inquired.
"So I can't come and see my family anymore?" Trish asked rudely. She didn't mean to sound uncouth, but she was stressed out beyond reason and hated the world.
"Gees, sorry for caring!" Kristine grumbled.
"Oh, God," Trish muttered," Kristine, I'm really sorry. It's just that I've had an unreasonably horrible day already, so I'm just crabby. Forgive me?" Trish apologized.
"Yeah, forgiven..... You and Adam have been fighting about Jeff again, huh?" Kristine asked. Her and Trish were really close, so she knew it would be alright to ask.
"That's what it started out to be, but then last night Jeff and I got into an argument, and it was my fault. I just feel really awful about the whole thing!" Trish knew that Kristine wouldn't mind listening to her problems... after all, that's what she was there for, right? By this time, they had already escaped the city and were well on their way back to the Stratus residence.
"Sorry, I really wish there was something I could do to make you feel better," Kristine sympathized.
"Well, there's not, so lets just drop it!" Trish snapped.
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Jeff sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He had been the same way ever since Trish had left. He missed her terribly, yet at the same time hated her. "God, what am I gonna do with myself?" he asked himself. He heard footsteps on the stairs and lifted his head in hopes Trish was returning to him. He wanted to hold her, and tell her he was sorry for everything he said to hurt her and make her cry. He bounced off his bed with a sudden burst of energy. Flinging himself out the doorway, he yelled, "Trish!" He looked up with his eyes, red from crying, and a wave of disappointment washed over him as he stared into the eyes of Amy.
"Well, its nice to know how much I'm loved around here," Amy said sarcastically.
"Hey Amy," Jeff mumbled.
"Jeff, babe, what happened? I mean, Trish is on her way back to Toronto right now, and it took everything she had to keep from crying when we picked her up. Now I can tell you've been crying, and $10 says that its because you miss her, so I mean... what's the deal?" Amy inquired.
"You might wanna sit down for this. It's a long one..." Jeff sighed plopping down on the floor. As Jeff retold the happenings of the night before, anger swept over Amy's face.
"Alright, now I'm pissed! That no good, lying, cheating, manipulative, gutter sl-" Amy was cut off by Jeff's hand.
"Don't go there Amy, I know I shouldn't..." Jeff sighed again, "but I still love her."
"After what that conniving little bitch did to you?! How could you Jeff?" Amy was clearly disgusted.
"Because, Amy, love proves faithful through any obstacles," Jeff looked away to keep from crying again. He pulled his bandana down to shield his tear-filled eyes from Amy.
"Oh no you don't, Jeff. You are not gonna sit around here crying about her. Let's go downstairs and find Matt," Amy's statement was more a command than a request. She grabbed his upper arm and pulled him to his feet. They walked together down the stairs and into the living room. They heard rustling in the kitchen and, assuming that's where Matt had ventured off to, walked over to the doorway.
They saw Matt's head emerge from behind the refrigerator door with his cheeks puffing out. "Oh hey guys!" Matt inaudibly chuckled with small bits of food going everywhere. He grinned broadly and exposed pieces of differed kinds of junk food.
"You heifer!" Amy looked disgusted. "You were supposed to wait for me!" she grinned.
Jeff couldn't help but smile at his brother. He had always made himself at home at Jeff's house. "I should have known this is where you'd be," Jeff grinned. "Now my brother is eating me out of house and home... my day could only be a little bit worse!"
"We like the Backstreet Boys, N*sync too! Brittany Spears is kinda cool! We watch TRL on MTV! Everybody 3 count 1,2,3! 1...2...3!!!!!!" Shannon Moore and Shane Helms entered the room singing totally off key to their old entrance music.
"Then again... maybe I was lying," Jeff muttered.
"Lying about what?" Shannon asked as he made his way over to the refrigerator to join Matt in gorging all of Jeff's food.
"And you two are here... because?" Jeff questioned cocking an eyebrow.
"We got hungry. HELLO?" Shane said smiling brightly.
"Umm, bye-bye!" Jeff smirked.
"Oh, so funny I ALMOST laughed," Shannon teased.
"Well at least I can reach the top shelf, midget!" Jeff laughed, but paused remembering Trish. With a frown on his face, he grumbled, "You guys, I gotta go but go ahead and stay as long as you want and make yourselves at home like you always do."
"Plannin' on it!" Shane laughed unaware of the previous night.
"Shut up, guys!" Amy whispered hitting both Shane and Shannon on the arms. Getting questioning looks in return, she mouthed, "I'll explain later."
"Later guys," Jeff said exiting the front door.
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"Trish, Adam's on the phone again!" Carol Stratus called up the stairs in their small country home.
"I'm sleeping!" Trish yelled back, clearly wide awake.
"I said that 7 hours ago!" her mom shouted.
"Then make something up! I don't care anymore," the last part of Trish's sentence was muffled by the pillow she was holding. She looked down at the pillow in her arms. "Why cant you be Jeff?" There was a knock on Trish's door.
"Hunny, you cant spend the rest of your life moping around the house avoiding your problems," Greg, Trish's dad, entered her room and put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
"Maybe not, but I sure can try!" she sighed. She knew her father meant well, but there was nothing anyone could do at this point.
"Well, dinner's ready when you are. We'll leave enough for you just in case you get hungry later," Greg said leaving the room.
Trish rolled over on her bed and picked up the phone. She needed friends, not family, for this problem. "Is Stacy there?" After a pause and a yell for Stacy on the other end, she heard one of her best friends muffled yell, "I got it!"
"Hello?" Stacy asked.
"Stace? It's me, Trish. I have a big problem and I just need someone to listen for me for a little while... you're not busy are you?" Trish asked.
"Me? Like I have a life outside of being a Diva, so go for it!" Stacy laughed.
"Okay, so me and Adam were fighting, and don't even say again... Anyways, so we were fighting about me spending time with Jeff again, and of course I got all defensive again and stormed off. So Jeff and I go to NC, like we planned, and I made him think that I loved him and I slept with him and I don't know what to do about it... HELP!" Trish whimpered.
"Trish, sweetie, the only way to get around this is to get over it. that's all I know to tell you," Stacy said.
"I... I cant Stace, I love him," Trish said without thinking. She gasped and dropped the phone.
Okay guys, I know that it's taken me an EXTRA long time to update, and I apologize for it! I've been super busy lately but I'll try and get a new chapter up as soon as I get a chance! Oh yeah, thanks to everybody for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming! I LOVE YOU ALL! ~*~* Luscious Lexi *~*~
