Okay, so I know that everyone hates me with a passion now, cuz I
haven't updated in forever and a day, but hey, better late than never,
right? *ducks to avoid the flying objects* Alright, I deserved that...
anyways, the point is, I'm sorry, I've been all over the place this summer,
and I'm a horrible person! And finally, the disclaimer: we all know how
depressed I am that I don't own anybody... so moving on to the long-awaited
4th Chapter...
A tear rolled down Trish's cheek and a bright smile emerged onto her face. "Oh, God Jeff, I love you so much! I'm so sorry for everything..."
Jeff looked into Trish's eyes as he brushed the fallen tear away with his thumb. "I know, baby... I know," he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist, and hugged her. "I'll never let you go again, I promise," Jeff whispered into her ear.
*~!~* One Year Later *~!~*
"That one, right there," Trish pointed into the display glass. Trish grinned brightly as the cashier rang up the watch she had so carefully picked out for her and Jeff's one year anniversary.. "Oh, he's gonna love it!" she smiled.
"Well, for 150 bucks, he better love it!" Amy laughed. Trish smirked at her friend's comment as they made their way out of the store. "So where is Captain Romantic taking you tonight?" Amy asked as they walked to her car.
"I dunno... he says it's a surprise-" Trish began.
"Meaning he forgot," Amy finished for her.
"Yeah, but at least he knows now, right?" Trish laughed. Making their way to the car, they continued joking around in high spirits, anticipating the upcoming night.... Not only was it going to be an awesome show on RAW, but afterwards would be even better. Heading over to the Sky Dome in Toronto, where RAW would be held that night, Trish turned up the radio as she heard a familiar voice come on. "I would like to dedicate this song to Trish Stratus," Jeff's voice echoed on the radio station. Just then, Trish and Jeff's song came onto the radio...
"Ya know, if I wasn't screwing his brother, you would DEFINATLEY have some competition from me," Amy grinned. At this, Trish was thrown into a fit of giggles as she turned into the arena parking lot. As they exited the vehicle, male fans hooted and hollered at the sight of the two divas.
"Trish, Stratusfy me, baby!!" one of the louder ones screamed. Now becoming Lita, Amy laughed as she pointed out a rather vulgar sign with Trish's name on it.
"I wouldn't be laughing too hard Ames," Trish grinned as she pointed out an equally naughty sign, this time directed towards "Lita."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Entering the green room, Trish and Amy met with Jeff and Matt. Each couple pairing off together, they headed their different directions, Matt and Amy apparently heading towards the Team Xtreme dressing room. "How much you wanna bet that if we followed them, we'd be locked out," Jeff smiled.
"I'm not betting, because I know that if I went against that, I'd lose lots of money," Trish chortled. "So, where exactly are you taking me tonight?" Trish prodded for the ump-teenth time that day.
"Nice try, but I'm still not telling you. It's a surprise!" Jeff smiled inside himself, proud of his hard, last minute work to impress the woman he loved. "Anyways, I'm gonna go find Adam." He dismissed the subject casually.
"Find Adam? What for?" Trish asked, knowing the two never conversed unless absolutely necessary.
"Umm... we kinda have a match tonight," Jeff mumbled, avoiding Trish's concerned gaze.
"WHAT?" Trish shrieked, causing other WWE stars to look up from either preparing their matches, or just casually talking, including Adam. Trying to calm herself, Trish sat down in the nearest empty chair, with Jeff at her side.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay." Trish looked concerned still, so Jeff decided to add, "I promise," and kissed her gently on the forehead.
~*~*~*~*~*~* During RAW ~*~*~*~*~*~*
The crowd erupted into cheers as Jeff's theme music blasted through the speakers. Blue and black lights shown down and flashed as Jeff appeared under the titantron with his famous blacklight paint thrown askew about his shoulder and upper arm. Edge awaited his opponent in the ring, anger and jealousy burning in his eyes, and evident on his face. Jeff slid into the ring, but stopped Edge when he charged at him, making it clear he had something to say before the match began.
As he accepted the microphone from Lillian, he called out Trish Stratus. Dazed and confused backstage, Trish's music played as she came out to the ring. "What is he doing? We don't have a story line..." Trish thought as she pranced down to the ring, adorned in a faded blue jean miniskirt frayed at both the bottom and top hems, a tight, black cloth V-neck halter top with rhinestones decorating the "V", black leather knee-high boots, with her hair worn silky-straight but curled at the ends. Jeff held the ropes open for her as she entered the ring, obviously confused.
Trish wrung her hands wondering what was going on, biting her bottom lip, an old habit of hers. Focusing her attention on Jeff, she nodded for him to go ahead. "Trish, from the moment I saw you, I knew that you would be someone special in my life. However, I had no concept of how special you would be to me." Jeff began his well-practiced speech.
"What are you trying to say, Jeff?" Trish pressed, thinking she knew what was coming.
As Jeff got down on one knee, he opened a small black velvet box to reveal a white gold ring with three diamonds on it, the two on the outer edge slightly smaller than the middle one. On the inside of the ring, it read "Past Present and Future", shown on the titantron from the close-up of the ring. "Patricia Stratus, will you marry me?" Jeff's heart was racing, beating so loud, he was sure even the fans in the nosebleed section could hear it. A tear rolled down Trish's cheek, and Jeff's heart skipped a beat... he knew his life hung on what that tear meant. Trish looked from the ring in Jeff's hand, up to his eyes, and felt a wave of love rush over her. "Yes!" she gasped.
Meanwhile, Edge was spazzing out, shock etched on his face, pulling at his long golden locks. He slid under the bottom rope, grabbed a chair, and made his way back into the ring, as Trish and Jeff were hugging, both crying, sharing "I love you's" , taking absolutely no notice of Edge. Trish opened her eyes just in time, and pulled Jeff down with her to avoid a swing from the chair. Losing character, Trish screamed at her former boyfriend. "Oh my God, Adam, what are you doing?!" she screeched in tears.
Fury still obvious in his eyes, he raised the chair a second time, cornering Jeff with Trish cowering behind him against the turnbuckles. At every attempt Jeff made for Trish's escape, Edge raised the chair higher in the air, threatening contact. Referees raced to the ring, pulling Edge away from the couple, as more came down to restrain Jeff from attacking Edge. Trish gripped at her hair, worry spreading over her face. Edge hit the two refs. that were keeping him from Trish with the chair. Jeff tried to break free of the confining grips on his arms, but couldn't overtake them.
Edge moved closer to Trish, an evil smirk crossing his lips. Trish tried to slip out of the ring, but Edge grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back in. Jeff's heart broke as he heard Trish cry out in sincere pain. With that motivation, Jeff fought off the refs. that were holding him back and violently attacked Edge from behind. With a last hug, Trish exited the ring, not wanting to stay at ringside for fear of Adam's manner, but decided to watch from mid-ramp.
The bell rang and the actual match began. With Jeff's incentive, and Edge already down, Jeff decided to make the match go almost as planned. He picked Edge off of the mat, and delivered a purposely sloppy Twist of Fate, causing Edge's face to drill into the mat. Edge lay still, so Jeff resolved to end it there. He climbed to the top rope, and executed a Swanton, not bothering to watch his knees. Earl Hebner counted the 1,2,3 and rang the bell. Not troubling to wait around, he made his way up to Trish, and out of sight of the fans.
"Jeffery! Adam! What the hell was that?!" Vince McMahon shouted at the two Superstars.
"That fucker stole my bitch!" Adam yelled, pointing over the heads of the refs, who were still restraining the two, at Jeff. With that, Jeff attempted a charge at Adam, only to be pulled back again.
"You better watch your fuckin mouth!" Jeff roared. Jeff grabbed Trish's hand and jerked her down the hallway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trish waited in the common room part of the Team Xtreme locker room, as Jeff emerged from the changing room with his still wet hair in a low ponytail. "Come on, babe. Let's get out of here," Trish suggested. Jeff nodded, now cooled off about what had happened in the ring, telling himself to enjoy the rest of the night with his fiancé.
They approached Jeff's candy apple red Corvette in the emptied parking lot and headed toward the hotel. In the car, Jeff made a phone call. "Yes, this is Mr. Hardy. I just wanted to let you know that we're on our way back to the hotel, and we should be there in about 5 minutes. Can you have everything prepared? Thank you."
"What are you up to?" Trish smiled. When Jeff wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Trish giggled. "You goober!"
"But in all seriousness, I want tonight to be special, so I made some special arrangements," Jeff grinned proudly. He gently captured her hand, and kissed it. "I love you."
"I love you too," Trish was glowing. All in one night, she had been proposed to, and had gotten revenge, so to speak, on Adam for the way he had treated her. She felt good, and was planning on making Jeff feel the same... she had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.
They pulled into the front of their hotel, and Jeff tossed the Valet the keys to his beloved Corvette. As they entered the hotel, Trish found a thick red ribbon lain on the ground with her name sewn on in golden cursive letters. She looked at Jeff with complete surprise and curiosity in her eyes. She picked up the beginning of the ribbon and followed it to the staircase, which led up the landing, and up another staircase. Then, it turned down the second floor corridor, leading under the door at the end of the hallway. Jeff pulled a card from his pocket and slid it into the lock, and opened the door for Trish to enter. When Trish went into the room, she shrieked in pleasure.
The room was enveloped in pink, red, peach, and yellow rose petals. The ribbon continued over to a stand with a vase of roses colored in the same décor as the petals along the floor, Trish's favorite. Wrapping his arm gently around her waist from behind her, he whispered in her ear, "One petal for every time I've thought about how much I love you today." Trish turned around, and tossed her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss. As they kissed, Trish pulled Jeff over towards the bed by his belt loops and pulled him down on top of her......
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, Jeff woke up to the bright light shinning through the hotel windows. With a groan, Jeff rolled over and gently shook Trish's bare shoulder. Still sleeping, Trish flopped over, entangling herself even deeper in the mass of jumbled sheets and blankets. With a smile on his face, Jeff kissed Trish gently on the forehead, this time causing her eyes to flutter open as they adjusted to the bright light. "Mmm... what time is it?" Trish grumbled. Jeff showed her the time on his watch before falling out of bed and towards the bathroom for a shower. "10:00 already? Ugh!" Trish plopped back onto the pillow half asleep and lay there for another ten minutes before deciding to get up if they were going to make it to breakfast.
She entered the bathroom as Jeff was exiting the shower with a towel draped loosely under his hipbone. Trish stifled a yawn as Jeff kissed her on the cheek and made his way out to the main portion of the room to get ready. He picked through his duffle bag when he heard Trish's voice over the running water. "They're on the bed!" Smiling to himself, Jeff looked over to the bed and saw an entire outfit lain out, complete with bandana and optional visor.
When Trish finally abandoned the bathroom, she found a note laying on the bedside table. "Went to gather up the crew for breakfast. Be back in 15. Love, Jeff." Trish read aloud to the empty room. "Welp, I better hurry!" she said to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jeff walked into the suite he and Trish were sharing to find an empty bedroom. "Trish?" Jeff called.
"Yeah, I'll be ready in just a second!" she answered. A few moments later, Trish stepped out of the bathroom sporting a pair of tight jeans, one of Jeff's trademark white wife beaters, and white flip flops with her hair tossed into a high ponytail. Jeff's eyes scanned Trish's figure and wondered how in even the most simple outfit, she still looked so beautiful. "So where are we going to eat?" Trish interrupted his thoughts.
"Amy had a sudden craving for Denny's, and of course, Matt wanted IHOP, so I left them to argue it out while I came back for you," Jeff grinned. "Any place you wanna go? I'm sure Matt just wants something other than Denny's to piss Amy off," Jeff rolled his eyes. At this, Trish laughed and shrugged.
"Let's just go and get Shane and Shannon out of the lobby. I'm sure they'll have something to say about where we go, so when they decide we'll just call Amy and tell her to meet us wherever," Trish decided. Jeff nodded his agreement, grabbed Trish hand and headed towards the lobby of the hotel.
"Hey! Where do y'all wanna eat?" Jeff inquired at his two childhood friends. Exchanging devious grins, Shane and Shannon answered in unison "Chuck E. Cheese!!" receiving a peculiar stare from many of the hotel occupants. With a laugh, Trish drug Jeff towards the door, remaining several feet in front of Shane and Shannon trying to keep a safe distance from the childish two, now trying to pants each other.
As they exited the hotel, they awaited in good spirits for the Valet to return with their cars. A few minutes later, a younger looking Valet came up to confront Jeff in a hurried walk. "Umm, Mister Hardy, sir... I think you need to come with me. Something's happened to your car," the young blonde said in a worried tone. Jeff's face grew solemn and stern, a fire coming into his eyes. He walked briskly to his parking space, not acknowledging the Valet, Trish, or anything else... he wanted blood.
Jogging up next to Jeff, Trish laid her hand on his shoulder. "Jeff, calm down... I'm sure it's okay!" Jeff stopped in his tracks, his shoulders huffing in fury. Trish bit back her words as she looked at the pile of shattered glass and metal. Seeing a piece of paper tucked under the gnarled windshield wiper, Trish walked slowly toward the tangled mess that had once been Jeff's prized vehicle. Trish listlessly pulled the paper from the car, read it silently, and was truly, for one of the first times in her life, completely speechless.
Jeff snatched the paper from Trish, his gaze scanning quickly over the words written on the paper as, hurt, anger and pain filled his gaze. He let the piece of paper fall to the cold ground, walked over to Trish and let her cry onto his shoulder. Shane walked solemnly over to where the paper had fallen, and quietly quoted the scribbled manuscript.
"Now I've popped both your cherries..."
Okay, I finally did it, chapter 4 is up and rolling! I'm hoping I can continue to overcome this horrible case of writers block I've had for the past..... well, really long time! I hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me! Anyways, I hope that this chappy was at least as, if not more, pleasing than its predecessors! And finally, to all of those who have remained faithful thus far: I HEART YOU VERY MUCH!!
*~!~* Luscious Lexi *~!~*
*a special thanks to Gerrod on this chappy... the reasons are my own, but just in case anybody has failed to get the message: HE'S THE BOMB!!
A tear rolled down Trish's cheek and a bright smile emerged onto her face. "Oh, God Jeff, I love you so much! I'm so sorry for everything..."
Jeff looked into Trish's eyes as he brushed the fallen tear away with his thumb. "I know, baby... I know," he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist, and hugged her. "I'll never let you go again, I promise," Jeff whispered into her ear.
*~!~* One Year Later *~!~*
"That one, right there," Trish pointed into the display glass. Trish grinned brightly as the cashier rang up the watch she had so carefully picked out for her and Jeff's one year anniversary.. "Oh, he's gonna love it!" she smiled.
"Well, for 150 bucks, he better love it!" Amy laughed. Trish smirked at her friend's comment as they made their way out of the store. "So where is Captain Romantic taking you tonight?" Amy asked as they walked to her car.
"I dunno... he says it's a surprise-" Trish began.
"Meaning he forgot," Amy finished for her.
"Yeah, but at least he knows now, right?" Trish laughed. Making their way to the car, they continued joking around in high spirits, anticipating the upcoming night.... Not only was it going to be an awesome show on RAW, but afterwards would be even better. Heading over to the Sky Dome in Toronto, where RAW would be held that night, Trish turned up the radio as she heard a familiar voice come on. "I would like to dedicate this song to Trish Stratus," Jeff's voice echoed on the radio station. Just then, Trish and Jeff's song came onto the radio...
"Ya know, if I wasn't screwing his brother, you would DEFINATLEY have some competition from me," Amy grinned. At this, Trish was thrown into a fit of giggles as she turned into the arena parking lot. As they exited the vehicle, male fans hooted and hollered at the sight of the two divas.
"Trish, Stratusfy me, baby!!" one of the louder ones screamed. Now becoming Lita, Amy laughed as she pointed out a rather vulgar sign with Trish's name on it.
"I wouldn't be laughing too hard Ames," Trish grinned as she pointed out an equally naughty sign, this time directed towards "Lita."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Entering the green room, Trish and Amy met with Jeff and Matt. Each couple pairing off together, they headed their different directions, Matt and Amy apparently heading towards the Team Xtreme dressing room. "How much you wanna bet that if we followed them, we'd be locked out," Jeff smiled.
"I'm not betting, because I know that if I went against that, I'd lose lots of money," Trish chortled. "So, where exactly are you taking me tonight?" Trish prodded for the ump-teenth time that day.
"Nice try, but I'm still not telling you. It's a surprise!" Jeff smiled inside himself, proud of his hard, last minute work to impress the woman he loved. "Anyways, I'm gonna go find Adam." He dismissed the subject casually.
"Find Adam? What for?" Trish asked, knowing the two never conversed unless absolutely necessary.
"Umm... we kinda have a match tonight," Jeff mumbled, avoiding Trish's concerned gaze.
"WHAT?" Trish shrieked, causing other WWE stars to look up from either preparing their matches, or just casually talking, including Adam. Trying to calm herself, Trish sat down in the nearest empty chair, with Jeff at her side.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay." Trish looked concerned still, so Jeff decided to add, "I promise," and kissed her gently on the forehead.
~*~*~*~*~*~* During RAW ~*~*~*~*~*~*
The crowd erupted into cheers as Jeff's theme music blasted through the speakers. Blue and black lights shown down and flashed as Jeff appeared under the titantron with his famous blacklight paint thrown askew about his shoulder and upper arm. Edge awaited his opponent in the ring, anger and jealousy burning in his eyes, and evident on his face. Jeff slid into the ring, but stopped Edge when he charged at him, making it clear he had something to say before the match began.
As he accepted the microphone from Lillian, he called out Trish Stratus. Dazed and confused backstage, Trish's music played as she came out to the ring. "What is he doing? We don't have a story line..." Trish thought as she pranced down to the ring, adorned in a faded blue jean miniskirt frayed at both the bottom and top hems, a tight, black cloth V-neck halter top with rhinestones decorating the "V", black leather knee-high boots, with her hair worn silky-straight but curled at the ends. Jeff held the ropes open for her as she entered the ring, obviously confused.
Trish wrung her hands wondering what was going on, biting her bottom lip, an old habit of hers. Focusing her attention on Jeff, she nodded for him to go ahead. "Trish, from the moment I saw you, I knew that you would be someone special in my life. However, I had no concept of how special you would be to me." Jeff began his well-practiced speech.
"What are you trying to say, Jeff?" Trish pressed, thinking she knew what was coming.
As Jeff got down on one knee, he opened a small black velvet box to reveal a white gold ring with three diamonds on it, the two on the outer edge slightly smaller than the middle one. On the inside of the ring, it read "Past Present and Future", shown on the titantron from the close-up of the ring. "Patricia Stratus, will you marry me?" Jeff's heart was racing, beating so loud, he was sure even the fans in the nosebleed section could hear it. A tear rolled down Trish's cheek, and Jeff's heart skipped a beat... he knew his life hung on what that tear meant. Trish looked from the ring in Jeff's hand, up to his eyes, and felt a wave of love rush over her. "Yes!" she gasped.
Meanwhile, Edge was spazzing out, shock etched on his face, pulling at his long golden locks. He slid under the bottom rope, grabbed a chair, and made his way back into the ring, as Trish and Jeff were hugging, both crying, sharing "I love you's" , taking absolutely no notice of Edge. Trish opened her eyes just in time, and pulled Jeff down with her to avoid a swing from the chair. Losing character, Trish screamed at her former boyfriend. "Oh my God, Adam, what are you doing?!" she screeched in tears.
Fury still obvious in his eyes, he raised the chair a second time, cornering Jeff with Trish cowering behind him against the turnbuckles. At every attempt Jeff made for Trish's escape, Edge raised the chair higher in the air, threatening contact. Referees raced to the ring, pulling Edge away from the couple, as more came down to restrain Jeff from attacking Edge. Trish gripped at her hair, worry spreading over her face. Edge hit the two refs. that were keeping him from Trish with the chair. Jeff tried to break free of the confining grips on his arms, but couldn't overtake them.
Edge moved closer to Trish, an evil smirk crossing his lips. Trish tried to slip out of the ring, but Edge grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back in. Jeff's heart broke as he heard Trish cry out in sincere pain. With that motivation, Jeff fought off the refs. that were holding him back and violently attacked Edge from behind. With a last hug, Trish exited the ring, not wanting to stay at ringside for fear of Adam's manner, but decided to watch from mid-ramp.
The bell rang and the actual match began. With Jeff's incentive, and Edge already down, Jeff decided to make the match go almost as planned. He picked Edge off of the mat, and delivered a purposely sloppy Twist of Fate, causing Edge's face to drill into the mat. Edge lay still, so Jeff resolved to end it there. He climbed to the top rope, and executed a Swanton, not bothering to watch his knees. Earl Hebner counted the 1,2,3 and rang the bell. Not troubling to wait around, he made his way up to Trish, and out of sight of the fans.
"Jeffery! Adam! What the hell was that?!" Vince McMahon shouted at the two Superstars.
"That fucker stole my bitch!" Adam yelled, pointing over the heads of the refs, who were still restraining the two, at Jeff. With that, Jeff attempted a charge at Adam, only to be pulled back again.
"You better watch your fuckin mouth!" Jeff roared. Jeff grabbed Trish's hand and jerked her down the hallway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trish waited in the common room part of the Team Xtreme locker room, as Jeff emerged from the changing room with his still wet hair in a low ponytail. "Come on, babe. Let's get out of here," Trish suggested. Jeff nodded, now cooled off about what had happened in the ring, telling himself to enjoy the rest of the night with his fiancé.
They approached Jeff's candy apple red Corvette in the emptied parking lot and headed toward the hotel. In the car, Jeff made a phone call. "Yes, this is Mr. Hardy. I just wanted to let you know that we're on our way back to the hotel, and we should be there in about 5 minutes. Can you have everything prepared? Thank you."
"What are you up to?" Trish smiled. When Jeff wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Trish giggled. "You goober!"
"But in all seriousness, I want tonight to be special, so I made some special arrangements," Jeff grinned proudly. He gently captured her hand, and kissed it. "I love you."
"I love you too," Trish was glowing. All in one night, she had been proposed to, and had gotten revenge, so to speak, on Adam for the way he had treated her. She felt good, and was planning on making Jeff feel the same... she had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.
They pulled into the front of their hotel, and Jeff tossed the Valet the keys to his beloved Corvette. As they entered the hotel, Trish found a thick red ribbon lain on the ground with her name sewn on in golden cursive letters. She looked at Jeff with complete surprise and curiosity in her eyes. She picked up the beginning of the ribbon and followed it to the staircase, which led up the landing, and up another staircase. Then, it turned down the second floor corridor, leading under the door at the end of the hallway. Jeff pulled a card from his pocket and slid it into the lock, and opened the door for Trish to enter. When Trish went into the room, she shrieked in pleasure.
The room was enveloped in pink, red, peach, and yellow rose petals. The ribbon continued over to a stand with a vase of roses colored in the same décor as the petals along the floor, Trish's favorite. Wrapping his arm gently around her waist from behind her, he whispered in her ear, "One petal for every time I've thought about how much I love you today." Trish turned around, and tossed her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss. As they kissed, Trish pulled Jeff over towards the bed by his belt loops and pulled him down on top of her......
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, Jeff woke up to the bright light shinning through the hotel windows. With a groan, Jeff rolled over and gently shook Trish's bare shoulder. Still sleeping, Trish flopped over, entangling herself even deeper in the mass of jumbled sheets and blankets. With a smile on his face, Jeff kissed Trish gently on the forehead, this time causing her eyes to flutter open as they adjusted to the bright light. "Mmm... what time is it?" Trish grumbled. Jeff showed her the time on his watch before falling out of bed and towards the bathroom for a shower. "10:00 already? Ugh!" Trish plopped back onto the pillow half asleep and lay there for another ten minutes before deciding to get up if they were going to make it to breakfast.
She entered the bathroom as Jeff was exiting the shower with a towel draped loosely under his hipbone. Trish stifled a yawn as Jeff kissed her on the cheek and made his way out to the main portion of the room to get ready. He picked through his duffle bag when he heard Trish's voice over the running water. "They're on the bed!" Smiling to himself, Jeff looked over to the bed and saw an entire outfit lain out, complete with bandana and optional visor.
When Trish finally abandoned the bathroom, she found a note laying on the bedside table. "Went to gather up the crew for breakfast. Be back in 15. Love, Jeff." Trish read aloud to the empty room. "Welp, I better hurry!" she said to herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jeff walked into the suite he and Trish were sharing to find an empty bedroom. "Trish?" Jeff called.
"Yeah, I'll be ready in just a second!" she answered. A few moments later, Trish stepped out of the bathroom sporting a pair of tight jeans, one of Jeff's trademark white wife beaters, and white flip flops with her hair tossed into a high ponytail. Jeff's eyes scanned Trish's figure and wondered how in even the most simple outfit, she still looked so beautiful. "So where are we going to eat?" Trish interrupted his thoughts.
"Amy had a sudden craving for Denny's, and of course, Matt wanted IHOP, so I left them to argue it out while I came back for you," Jeff grinned. "Any place you wanna go? I'm sure Matt just wants something other than Denny's to piss Amy off," Jeff rolled his eyes. At this, Trish laughed and shrugged.
"Let's just go and get Shane and Shannon out of the lobby. I'm sure they'll have something to say about where we go, so when they decide we'll just call Amy and tell her to meet us wherever," Trish decided. Jeff nodded his agreement, grabbed Trish hand and headed towards the lobby of the hotel.
"Hey! Where do y'all wanna eat?" Jeff inquired at his two childhood friends. Exchanging devious grins, Shane and Shannon answered in unison "Chuck E. Cheese!!" receiving a peculiar stare from many of the hotel occupants. With a laugh, Trish drug Jeff towards the door, remaining several feet in front of Shane and Shannon trying to keep a safe distance from the childish two, now trying to pants each other.
As they exited the hotel, they awaited in good spirits for the Valet to return with their cars. A few minutes later, a younger looking Valet came up to confront Jeff in a hurried walk. "Umm, Mister Hardy, sir... I think you need to come with me. Something's happened to your car," the young blonde said in a worried tone. Jeff's face grew solemn and stern, a fire coming into his eyes. He walked briskly to his parking space, not acknowledging the Valet, Trish, or anything else... he wanted blood.
Jogging up next to Jeff, Trish laid her hand on his shoulder. "Jeff, calm down... I'm sure it's okay!" Jeff stopped in his tracks, his shoulders huffing in fury. Trish bit back her words as she looked at the pile of shattered glass and metal. Seeing a piece of paper tucked under the gnarled windshield wiper, Trish walked slowly toward the tangled mess that had once been Jeff's prized vehicle. Trish listlessly pulled the paper from the car, read it silently, and was truly, for one of the first times in her life, completely speechless.
Jeff snatched the paper from Trish, his gaze scanning quickly over the words written on the paper as, hurt, anger and pain filled his gaze. He let the piece of paper fall to the cold ground, walked over to Trish and let her cry onto his shoulder. Shane walked solemnly over to where the paper had fallen, and quietly quoted the scribbled manuscript.
"Now I've popped both your cherries..."
Okay, I finally did it, chapter 4 is up and rolling! I'm hoping I can continue to overcome this horrible case of writers block I've had for the past..... well, really long time! I hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me! Anyways, I hope that this chappy was at least as, if not more, pleasing than its predecessors! And finally, to all of those who have remained faithful thus far: I HEART YOU VERY MUCH!!
*~!~* Luscious Lexi *~!~*
*a special thanks to Gerrod on this chappy... the reasons are my own, but just in case anybody has failed to get the message: HE'S THE BOMB!!
