*Author's Note: To look at my disclaimer and all of that, go to the first chapter.*

On to the story!

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*Chapter Five - Settling in…*

Trish Stratus attempted to get up out of her bed and yawned. She saw the bright sunlight streaming through the makeshift purple curtains and ended up falling back onto her purple pillow. It was already 11 in the morning, and she was tired from taking an hour nap after her 8:30 class was over. Thank God time went by fast this morning, she thought to herself as she attempted to get up from her bed. She looked around the purple-themed room. Her roommate, Lita, was asleep on top bunk, the purple fuzzy covers draped over her. The day before, Lita and Trish had switched beds. Trish never really liked top bunk, anyways. Across the room, Jackie was sleeping on the single bed, two pillows over her head. Trish quietly shook her long blonde hair out and headed for the bathroom. She looked around and found that she was running out of shampoo. Damnit, we were just at Walmart last night, she thought to herself. I guess we're going to be making a return trip. Trish looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Or…I could go by myself. But class comes first. Maybe Lita and Jackie want to come with me. But I'll ask them later on. She jumped into the shower.

About five minutes later, she heard Lita's alarm go off. Trish came out of the bathroom in her purple robe, and said, "Morning, sunshine." Lita looked down at her and groaned. Her long red hair was all over the place, like a bird's nest.

"I had a bad dream last night." Lita said groggily.

Trish ran a white towel through her hair and asked, "What was it about?"

Lita sighed. "A big green monster was chasing me. And it was huge, I mean, really huge! Like a scaly green dragon or something."

Trish shrugged. "Well, I learned something about that stuff in psychology. If something's chasing you, it means that you're taking on more than you can handle." Lita was quiet. You know, she may be right, she thought as she jumped from the top bunk, her red hair flying behind her. I'm taking way too many hard classes, plus the financial aid people are giving me trouble. Trish looked at Lita and shook her head. For some reason, she likes to jump off the top bunk a few times a day. I'll never understand it. That's why I let her have it, she thought as she plugged in her hairdryer. It didn't affect Jackie at all, for she was in a deep sleep. Lita went over to the small refrigerator and grabbed the milk. I might as well wait until Trish is done drying her hair, she thought as she grabbed the box of Lucky Charms and poured it into a Styrofoam bowl.

Trish unplugged the dryer. I'm too lazy to dry my hair, she thought. Plus it doesn't matter who I run into today. "You know what? Screw it. I'm not gonna be running into anyone today, anyhow."

Lita laughed. "Yeah, it's way too hot out to care what you look like." I hope I don't faint on the way to class, Lita thought as she gobbled up some Lucky Charms.

"I heard it was going up to 86 today." Trish added, combing out her wet hair.

"86? Damn. Maybe I shouldn't care what I look like, either!" Lita giggled, eating some more Lucky Charms. "What time is it, anyhow?"

Trish looked at her watch. "Well, I don't have class until 12:30, so we can go and grab some lunch if we ever get Miss Sleepyhead over there" – she was pointing at Jackie – "to get out of bed." Lita finished her bowl of Lucky Charms, picked out some clothes from her closet that she shared with Trish, went to the bathroom and closed the door. Trish looked at Jackie, who was still sleeping. Hmmm, to wake her up, or to not wake her up…I just don't want her to feel left out or anything, she thought as she made her way over. Screw it. You're waking up soon. You'll thank me later, in fact. She picked up Jackie's alarm clock and set it for 11:30, exactly ten minutes from what it was.

Lita came out of the bathroom and grinned. "She'll thank us later."

Trish smiled back. "Definitely."

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Meanwhile, Triple H and Shawn Michaels were at their usual spot outside the cafeteria, on the patio eating their lunches. Actually, it was Triple H's idea to sit there because he and Shawn had an excellent view of what WWE U had to offer – in terms of girlfriends, of course. They had stopped at the Turnbuckle and gotten two pizzas before staking their claim outside. Triple H had finally decided that the pizza looked good for once, so he got that. Shawn, however, who ate pizza almost every day, was eating it like an animal.

"Hunter, why are we here, anyway?" Shawn asked, cheese dangling from his mouth.

Triple H laughed at his best friend. "Damn, Shawn, you got some…uh…stuff hanging out of your mouth."

"I do?" Shawn asked. Triple H rolled his eyes. Yeah, you dumbass, he thought as he motioned to Shawn's mouth. Shawn looked around (to make sure no one was watching) and slurped it. Just then, in the middle of the huge throng of people coming from class, Triple H saw who he was looking for – Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, again with Nidia in tow. Shawn shook his head. Why they hang with that trailer girl, I'll never know, he thought as he concentrated on eating some more of his pizza. Triple H looked at Shawn and thought, Watch this, Shawn. Since Stacy and Torrie weren't particularly being mobbed by anyone at that moment, Triple H took his chance. He made eye contact with Stacy and waved her over. Man oh, man…this is gonna be great, he thought as she and Torrie, along with Nidia, walked over to him and Shawn.

Stacy looked at Torrie and said, "It's Hunter. I wonder what he wants?"

Torrie shrugged. "You never know with him."

Nidia looked at Torrie and said, "Uh, that guy is scary. Actually, both of them are."

Stacy smiled. "They're not that bad…unless you get on their bad side." Nidia gulped. Yeah, I think I'll just keep quiet, she thought as the three got to Triple H's and Shawn's table.

"Hunter, great to see you again." Stacy offered, holding out her hand. Triple H grinned at Shawn, who grinned as well. Damn, Hunter, I'm impressed, he thought.

"Great to see you again, too, Stacy. And might I add, you look gorgeous." Triple H drawled, holding Stacy's hand. Stacy giggled, as did Torrie. Ah, Hunter, always dropping the compliments, she thought as she pulled up a chair.

"So what's up?" Shawn asked as he nodded at Torrie.

"Not much." Torrie smiled. Nidia, who was in between Torrie and Stacy, was looking at her feet.

Triple H smirked and said, "Why you looking at the ground when we can't even see your beautiful face?" Nidia looked up shyly. Whoa, did Big Scary Guy just say that to me?, she thought. Nahhhh. Torrie coughed. Beautiful? Hunter, are you on drugs? She's far from it, she thought.

"Oh, right. Shawn, Hunter, this is our other roommate, Nidia." Stacy told the two guys. Shawn's eyes went wide…they were almost as big as his pizza was. Aha! So that's why she's with them…all the more better for me to execute my plan, bwahahaha, thought Triple H as he smiled evilly.

Shawn said, "I thought…"

Stacy shook her head and cut him off. "They ran out of room. Overcrowding of campus, I heard. So that's why she's with us."

Shawn had to laugh. "Sucks for you, I guess."

Triple H hit him – hard. Damnit, Shawn, don't fuck it up. I'm trying to hook you up with this girl, he thought.

"Shawn!" Stacy scolded. Nidia sniffed. I don't think they like me. In fact, no one really ever does, she thought as she leaned back in her chair. "Nidia, it's ok. They're just mean sometimes." Stacy sighed, glaring at Shawn. Whoa, I think I pissed Stacy off. Not a good thing to do, Shawn thought as he finished his pizza.

"So…did you all hear about the party that the Rock is hosting on Friday night?" Torrie asked, trying to change the subject. Nidia's eyes went wide. Party? Wow, I've never been invited to one, she thought as she ran a finger through her long curly hair.

"He's having another one?" Triple H laughed. Man, the Rock never ceases to impress me, he thought. He always has the students of WWE U in mind!

Shawn shrugged. "It's not a big deal." It really isn't, he thought. Everyone makes his parties to be such a big deal when they're really not.

"But Shawn! It's the back-to-school party!" Torrie exclaimed, almost making Shawn jump out of his seat.

"Yeah, Shawn, it's your senior year. Don't be acting too cool for everything! You haven't made an appearance at one of the Rock's parties in a while, anyways…why don't you make an appearance there Friday?" Triple H told his friend, trying to get him to lighten up.

Shawn sighed. "Okay, fine. I wanted to have a nice, relaxing evening at home, but Hunter over here has obviously changed those plans."

Triple H smiled. "Damn straight I did!"

Stacy laughed. Nidia asked, "So wait, does that mean I can go too?"

Stacy nodded. "Oh yeah, the Rock doesn't discriminate…unless you're the Undertaker."

Nidia blinked. "I've heard the name before."

Triple H went on, "Yeah, he's the meanest man on campus. Don't ever mess with him unless you have the guts and the mind to do it." Torrie nodded. It was bad enough when he was after Stacy, she thought as she shifted in her seat.

Nidia smiled. "Cool. I actually get to go to a party for once. A real college party!" The group laughed. Torrie sighed. You have a lot to learn, Nidia…a lot to learn, she thought.

Back at the apartment, Triple H and Shawn's roommate, Jeff Hardy, was in the bathroom that he shared with his other roommate, Edge, dyeing his hair. Actually, he couldn't decide what color or colors to go with, and Edge was trying to help Jeff decide. They had spent at least a half hour covering most of the bathroom with Saran Wrap because Jeff was notorious for ruining the bathroom at the Hardy house a million times over. In fact, when Jeff moved in, he had at least 15 different colors of Manic Panic hair dye. Edge smiled as he remembered the looks on Triple H's and Shawn's faces. They were literally confused as hell. That's our Jeff, confusing as hell, thought Edge as he watched his friend pace in front of the mirror. Jeff then stopped. He looked at his blue-green hair – actually, it was a teal blue – and twisted it around in his fingers.

Edge, ever the helpful one, held up a box of purple dye. "Here, man. Go purple!"

Jeff made a face. "I dyed my hair purple 2 months ago. I need something different." Edge thought, Man, Jeffness is having some trouble lately. We had a long talk last night, in fact…

(Flashback to the night, er, early morning before…)

Whenever Edge and Jeff got back from the Rock's house, it was around 3 in the morning. They had to drop Matt off across campus, and they were lucky enough to even make it to the door. Edge had almost fallen asleep on the steering wheel but didn't thanks to Matt's yelling, and even worse, almost collapsed on the floor as soon as they got back to the apartment. Jeff still had some energy left in him and headed straight for his room. Luckily, Triple H and Shawn were both conked out in their rooms, so Edge and Jeff's arrival had no effect on them, plus the fact that it was quiet. Edge was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to stay awake when he remembered what he had wanted to do before. Oh shit, I wanted to talk to Jeff, he thought as he forced himself to get up from the kitchen table.

He slowly walked to Jeff's door, knocked, and said, "Come on, Jeffness. Talk to me." Jeff groaned. Damnit, I played Grand Theft Auto 3 with him, my brother, and a few others for about 5 hours, what more does he want??

He opened the door slightly, with his black velvet notebook in his hand, and told Edge, "Give me a few minutes to write some stuff down. I'll be out." With that, he closed the door. Edge shrugged. I guess poets are supposed to be moody, he thought as he headed for the couch. And damn, does he act it!

Ten minutes later, a visibly distraught Jeff made his way to the front room. He had a purple bandanna on, to pull back his blue hair, and his black velvet notebook was in his hand. Edge was on the couch, ready to fall asleep – and fall off. "You rang?" Jeff asked.

Edge rolled over. "Oh, right…I wanted to talk to you."

Jeff sat on the chair. "About?"

Edge sat up and said, "Listen, Jeff. I know it's hard being here. But I was in your shoes once." Jeff leaned back in the chair. Great, advice. I might as well just listen, I guess, even though I'm hardly awake, he thought.

"I'm listening."

"Well, see…whenever I first got here…I felt really out of place. I mean, how many guys do you know have long hair like this?" Edge held up a part of his long wavy blonde hair.

Jeff shook his head with a confused look on his face. "It's okay, man." But I wouldn't have my hair THAT long, he thought.

"Well, what I'm trying to get at is that people thought I was weird, and different. Kind of like how you are." Edge continued. Jeff coughed. Yeah, that'd be me, he thought as he scratched his foot. "And I felt that no one would respect me, either. You've heard of the Undertaker, I'm sure."

Jeff nodded furiously. "Yeah. Matt said that he's – to stay away from him." Shit, Jeff, don't tell Edge just yet. He has to prove himself, he thought.

Edge nodded. "Well, Undertaker, he's an evil guy. Just stay away. Your brother is right on that. I messed with him and learned the hard way."

Jeff's eyes went wide, as he almost yelled incredulously, "You what?!" Edge nodded silently. Jeff couldn't believe it. Edge just didn't seem to be the type to mess with anyone…the Undertaker, of all people.

Edge said, "Well, he was messing with this girl I was after…Stacy Keibler."

Jeff chuckled and said, "Isn't she like the most popular girl or something?"

Edge nodded. "Yeah, we kind of had a relationship – for a few weeks, at least." He smiled at the memory, then remembered the task at hand. "But uh, anyways…the Undertaker was after her, too." Dude, if the Undertaker was after me, I'd be so damn scared, Jeff thought.

"Matt told me that at any given time, there are at least 10 people after Stacy."

Edge nodded. The kid has a point, he thought. "Well, yes…that's true. But anyways…Undertaker decided to push his luck too far one night, if you get what I'm saying. And well, I decided to do something about it, and he didn't like that. So he beat the shit out of me. But it was worth it. It was worth saving Stacy." Jeff smiled. I need to be like that to someone, he thought as he stretched his arms.

Edge continued, "You see, I was so worried about no one respecting me. After the Undertaker beat me up, most of this campus respected me – and I was only a freshman."

"Really?" Jeff asked. I thought it wasn't possible! Wow…I should listen to him, he thought.

"Oh yeah. It can happen, dude. Just watch. I'm sure the Undertaker will pick you as a victim sometime this semester." Edge added. Jeff cringed at his friend's comment. I think he already has them picked out, and my brother is one of them, he thought. "But through it all, even though I got respect from everyone else, I had my brother's support, too. He was there for me. And Matt will undoubtedly do the same for you." Jeff smiled. Matt – my brother and my best friend, he thought.

Edge coughed and said, "Alright, I'm uh, done talking now. I'm ready for some sleep, how about you?"

Jeff laughed and said, "Yeah, definitely. You are too cool for words, Edgeness." And with that, Jeff went to his room. Edge went to his room, closed the door and shook his head. I still haven't gotten to what is bugging him, though, he thought as he shut off the light.

(Back to the present)

Edge looked at Jeff and shook his head. The kid was weird, he had to give him that. He totally reeks of awesomeness without even trying. He just has this…zest for life that I just don't get, Edge thought as Jeff examined his electric orange and lime green hair dyes.

"What about these two?" Jeff asked, his green eyes sparkling. Edge shook his head. No, dude, don't go there! I'd get a huge ass headache just looking at you, he thought.

"No, man. Go somewhere else…like this." Edge grabbed a dark red box and a bright yellow box.

Jeff's eyes went wide. "Dude! Those two colors are awesome! I don't think I've ever tried that color combination before!" Edge looked up and thought, damn, since you've dyed your hair almost every color of the rainbow, I'd thought for sure that you tried that combination.

"Really?"

Jeff nodded. "I've tried dark red and silver, and bright yellow and blue, but never dark red and bright yellow!" Edge blinked. Sometimes Jeff had a tendency to ramble on. Jeff looked down at the dark red box. Hmmmm, I have an idea, he thought as a menacing grin spread across his face. But I don't know how Edge is gonna react to it.

"Hey Edgeness, how about you dye your hair too?" Edge blinked. Had he heard correctly? Jeff had actually suggested that Edge dye his hair? Whoa, not going there, he thought. My blonde hair attracts all the ladies! My love life could go down if I dyed it any other color!

"Nah, that's really not my thing." Edge told him, flicking a piece of hair across his shoulder, just to make sure it was still there, that it was still blonde. Jeff pouted. Damnit, Edge, it'll be fun. Just give it a chance, he thought as he tossed the box of dark red hair dye in his hand.

"Come on, Edgeness. You're my brother of awesomeness. Just once. I swear."

Edge growled. "No."

Jeff was kind of hurt by the tone in Edge's growl, and said, "Alright then." He thought to himself, I'll just get you later on, ahahahha! Edge looked at his watch.

"Hey, dude, it's like, almost 1. I have to get to class!"

 Jeff shrugged. "Mine's not til 2:30."

Edge went out of the bathroom, grabbed his bookbag off of the couch, and went to the door. "You sure you don't need anything, Jeffness?" Jeff nodded, the boxes of bright yellow and dark red hair dye still in his hands.

"Yeah, I'm positive." Jeff told his friend.

Edge yelled, "Have fun dyeing your hair!" as he shut the door.

 Jeff shrugged as he went into the bathroom. "I'll have fun dyeing your hair one day!" he cackled to himself.

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End of Chapter Five…