A/N: Hey! I'm back! I just updated 'Bitter Sweet' and look what we have
here! Another chappy for Jeffy and Trishy too! Lol, I don't know how these
people with story's they update weekly do it! Mad props to DcFanatic4Life!
I don't know if you read my fics, but I am a HUGE fan of you Jericho/Steph
story that is updated Monday's and Thursday's, religiously!!
Disclaimer: Jeff owns himself, everything else belongs to the WWE baby!
Trish slapped the snooze button with 'great enthusiasm' as she rolled out of bed, trying not to wake Jeff.
She went into the bathroom and started the shower water running. Trish wasn't looking forward to being in Australia for an extra two days before everyone else, TWO DAYS! In the wrestling world that was practically a 2 weeks vacation! Two days, she could have spend at the mall, two days she could have spent lounging around the house, two days she could have spent with. . . Jeff. She frowned as she pulled her hair into a wet ponytail, why even bother, she though.
Jeff woke up to Trish tripping over her bags near the bathroom. He jolted out of bed.
"Oh, Trish are you okay?" he picked her up off the floor.
"Yes, I'm fine, I. . . I just don't want to go." She said collapsing on him.
"I know baby, I know. You can call me every time you get lonely, I'll company via telephone." He said holding her shoulders. She smiled. "C'mon, I'll take you to the air port."
Trish waved goodbye to Jeff as she started to board the plane, she stopped all of a sudden and Jeff wondered what she was doing. She ran back to him and hugged him tightly.
"Miss you bunches." She said.
"I'll miss you too!"
"Flight 229 departing to Melbourne!"
"Gotta go!" she quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran to the terminal.
She handed that stewardess her ticket and she pointed out the direction of her seat in first class, at least Bitch-off could do one thing right.
As she approached her seat she saw the back of a blonde mans head next to hers, she was hoping he wasn't a fan, normally she would have loved to talk, but she wasn't in the mood on this particular morning.
She reached the seat and went to throw her bag in the over head are, noticing the man was reading a news paper concealing his face. She let out a sigh of exertion, fighting with a bag was not something easily won when you're short. She tried pushing and sighed again. The man folded down his newspaper and saw the lady in distress, he quickly asked, "Miss, would you like some help?"
Not looking down from her back she replied, "Yes, thanks."
Then she saw his face and gasped, pulling her hands away from her bag in astonishment it crashed to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL!?!" she exclaimed causing people to turn their heads.
"Shhh, baby." He placed two fingers across her lips and moved closer to her. She slapped his hand away.
"GET OFF ME!!" she yelled.
"Whoa, whoa baby" he said backing away.
"Ma'am we're going to have to ask you to take your seat and lower your voice." A stewardess said to her.
"UGH!" she sighed and took her seat next to Christian.
She crossed her arms and starred out the window, scowling. He reached over and ran his finger on her arms, sending a gross shiver up her spine. She once again swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch me!!" she said in a low growly voice.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked moving a hand towards her face; she grabbed his wrist and slammed it down on to the armrest, digging her nails into him.
"I'm NOT YOUR baby!" she yelled. He grabbed his arm out of her death grip.
"Excuse me." She said standing up and moving to an isle.
"Ma'am, you have to sit down, it's not safe for you to be up. . ."
"Oh would you shut the hell up!" she said sneering at the stewardess. 'Geez' she though, she was starting to sound like Jericho.
She returned to her seat and smiled as she opened her cell phone, Jeffy would love to hear about this.
The same stewardess ran over to her, opening her mouth for another lecture, "Uh, Ma'am, cell phones. . ."
" You know what lady, fuck off. I have some very important business to take car of. Do you know who I am?" 'Whoa' she was acting like Steph when she was married to Triple H. She really understood why she was such a bitch back then, Christian/Trips, very close in comparison.
"Uh. . ."
Trish cut her off " Trish Stratus, professional wrestler." She said in an arrogant tone, extending a hand. "And when I am extremely pissed off, don't fuck with me." She sneered and dialed the phone.
"Who you calling baby?"
"Shut up."
~*~
"Hello?"
"Hey Jeffers!!" Trish said, in an over excited tone.
"Hey. . . Trish. . ifer. You sound happy."
"Oh, Jeff, I am having HEAPS of fun!" she said giggling.
"Well that's great Trish."
"Jeffy. . ." she said, almost teasing him now.
"Yeas. . ."
"I have a surprise for you when I get you alone!" she giggled some more.
Jeff looked at his phone, kind of confused at what Trish was talking about.
"Oh, and what would that be Miss Stratus?"
She giggled again, "I cant tell you right now, silly, then it wouldn't be my *special* surprise!"
"Are you trying to tell me something Trish?" Jeff asked questioning her odd behavior.
"Jeff don't tease me, baby, YES that surprise!"
"Are you talking in code?"
More and more giggles from Trish, "Of course Jeff, I LOVE it when you do that!"
"Ok, listen baby, call me the second your alone!"
"Yes, love you." "Love you too, I'll be waiting."
*Click*
"I loved your little surprises Trishy."
She looked at Christian, dumb-founded that he didn't pick up on that, " You really are an idiot, aren't you Christian?"
Disclaimer: Jeff owns himself, everything else belongs to the WWE baby!
Trish slapped the snooze button with 'great enthusiasm' as she rolled out of bed, trying not to wake Jeff.
She went into the bathroom and started the shower water running. Trish wasn't looking forward to being in Australia for an extra two days before everyone else, TWO DAYS! In the wrestling world that was practically a 2 weeks vacation! Two days, she could have spend at the mall, two days she could have spent lounging around the house, two days she could have spent with. . . Jeff. She frowned as she pulled her hair into a wet ponytail, why even bother, she though.
Jeff woke up to Trish tripping over her bags near the bathroom. He jolted out of bed.
"Oh, Trish are you okay?" he picked her up off the floor.
"Yes, I'm fine, I. . . I just don't want to go." She said collapsing on him.
"I know baby, I know. You can call me every time you get lonely, I'll company via telephone." He said holding her shoulders. She smiled. "C'mon, I'll take you to the air port."
Trish waved goodbye to Jeff as she started to board the plane, she stopped all of a sudden and Jeff wondered what she was doing. She ran back to him and hugged him tightly.
"Miss you bunches." She said.
"I'll miss you too!"
"Flight 229 departing to Melbourne!"
"Gotta go!" she quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran to the terminal.
She handed that stewardess her ticket and she pointed out the direction of her seat in first class, at least Bitch-off could do one thing right.
As she approached her seat she saw the back of a blonde mans head next to hers, she was hoping he wasn't a fan, normally she would have loved to talk, but she wasn't in the mood on this particular morning.
She reached the seat and went to throw her bag in the over head are, noticing the man was reading a news paper concealing his face. She let out a sigh of exertion, fighting with a bag was not something easily won when you're short. She tried pushing and sighed again. The man folded down his newspaper and saw the lady in distress, he quickly asked, "Miss, would you like some help?"
Not looking down from her back she replied, "Yes, thanks."
Then she saw his face and gasped, pulling her hands away from her bag in astonishment it crashed to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL!?!" she exclaimed causing people to turn their heads.
"Shhh, baby." He placed two fingers across her lips and moved closer to her. She slapped his hand away.
"GET OFF ME!!" she yelled.
"Whoa, whoa baby" he said backing away.
"Ma'am we're going to have to ask you to take your seat and lower your voice." A stewardess said to her.
"UGH!" she sighed and took her seat next to Christian.
She crossed her arms and starred out the window, scowling. He reached over and ran his finger on her arms, sending a gross shiver up her spine. She once again swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch me!!" she said in a low growly voice.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked moving a hand towards her face; she grabbed his wrist and slammed it down on to the armrest, digging her nails into him.
"I'm NOT YOUR baby!" she yelled. He grabbed his arm out of her death grip.
"Excuse me." She said standing up and moving to an isle.
"Ma'am, you have to sit down, it's not safe for you to be up. . ."
"Oh would you shut the hell up!" she said sneering at the stewardess. 'Geez' she though, she was starting to sound like Jericho.
She returned to her seat and smiled as she opened her cell phone, Jeffy would love to hear about this.
The same stewardess ran over to her, opening her mouth for another lecture, "Uh, Ma'am, cell phones. . ."
" You know what lady, fuck off. I have some very important business to take car of. Do you know who I am?" 'Whoa' she was acting like Steph when she was married to Triple H. She really understood why she was such a bitch back then, Christian/Trips, very close in comparison.
"Uh. . ."
Trish cut her off " Trish Stratus, professional wrestler." She said in an arrogant tone, extending a hand. "And when I am extremely pissed off, don't fuck with me." She sneered and dialed the phone.
"Who you calling baby?"
"Shut up."
~*~
"Hello?"
"Hey Jeffers!!" Trish said, in an over excited tone.
"Hey. . . Trish. . ifer. You sound happy."
"Oh, Jeff, I am having HEAPS of fun!" she said giggling.
"Well that's great Trish."
"Jeffy. . ." she said, almost teasing him now.
"Yeas. . ."
"I have a surprise for you when I get you alone!" she giggled some more.
Jeff looked at his phone, kind of confused at what Trish was talking about.
"Oh, and what would that be Miss Stratus?"
She giggled again, "I cant tell you right now, silly, then it wouldn't be my *special* surprise!"
"Are you trying to tell me something Trish?" Jeff asked questioning her odd behavior.
"Jeff don't tease me, baby, YES that surprise!"
"Are you talking in code?"
More and more giggles from Trish, "Of course Jeff, I LOVE it when you do that!"
"Ok, listen baby, call me the second your alone!"
"Yes, love you." "Love you too, I'll be waiting."
*Click*
"I loved your little surprises Trishy."
She looked at Christian, dumb-founded that he didn't pick up on that, " You really are an idiot, aren't you Christian?"
