He lay on the trainer's table, with his knee heavily bandaged. He could
hardly straighten it out, and it was in tremendous pain. Christian had just
walked in and sat down in the chair next to the table.
"Hey, Christian, thanks man for coming out there and helping Trish. It means a lot to me that you're going to help me look out for her." He looked up and smiled at Christian who sat there smiling back at him.
"No problem man. Well, I was just doing' my job at being your friend. And that's what you and Trish are. Just friends. So, I figured, why not help my 'friends friend.'" After Christian had said that Chris began to think about being just friends with Trish. He told her that he wanted to be more, and he shot her down. Secretly inside he wished that he hadn't started the bet to begin with. But that would mean, not getting to know Trish, and not getting to know someone so great. Christian had gone to talk to the trainer, so Chris lay back on the table. He dozed off for a few minutes. The next thing he knew Christian was shaking him to wake him up. "Hey man, come on, we're going to help you to the car. Trish got your things, and she's going to ride with us back to the hotel."
"Hi! I'm back. I told you I would be." The beautiful blond gave him a huge smile, and a kiss on the cheek. She helped him stand up and helped him get his shirt on. "Now, you're going to take a week off, and get that knee healed up, got it?"
"Yes, 'Nurse Trish', I got it. I'm so hungry."
"Well, C-Man, when we get back to the hotel, I'll order some room service for us. How about you join us Trish?"
"Sure why not! Sounds like a bunch of fun to me! I've got to go back to my room when we get there though to tell Lita. She's still kind of pissed at you Christian so I won't even consider asking her."
"Well, I didn't want you to ask her anyways. The bet was the only reason I got to know her. Forget about her anyways. The good thing is that you've moved past the whole bet and decided to be friends with Chris. You two are better as friends than you are anything else." As Chris was tying his shoe he looked up at Christian. How could he say that they made better friends? What the hell was that supposed to mean anyways? Chris could date whomever he wanted to, including Trish, and Christian would not have a say in any of that. He looked over to Trish who had a semi confused look on her face.
"Yeah, just friends. Right..." Trish paused for a second, almost looking half upset that Christian kept bringing up the fact that they were just friends. "Well, we'd better get going if we want to beat the traffic of the fans. Let's go."
Christian and Trish walked on either side of Chris. Trish was holding his hand incase he fell, and if he did, she would go down with him. Once they got to the car they put Chris in the back and then pulled out of the parking lot. Trish kept asking Chris if he was okay, and every time she did, he would reply, "I'm just fine. Don't worry about me." She would smile at him and then turn back around and continue her conversation with Christian. Every time they laughed, Chris thought that they were probably going to be better friends than her and Chris. 'Am I the king of Bling Bling becoming jealous of my best friend, and the woman who means more to me than anything in the world?' No, he though to himself. 'I can't be. This just isn't right. We're going to be friends. All three of us. Just friends, and they're not going to be a couple, and Trish and I aren't. Just friends.' He had zoned out thinking about that, and by the time he snapped out of it, they had gotten to the hotel. He got out himself, and hobbled inside. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---:------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------- Once they got inside to the hotel lobby, Trish took a separate elevator to the floor her room was on. She had to tell Lita that she was eating with the boys tonight, and tell her not to wait up for her. Once she got there she found Stacy, Jackie, and Lita all sitting around talking and looking at 'Playgirl' magazines.
"Well, doesn't it look like you girls are having fun!" The three divas looking up and smiled at Trish. Lita was the first to speak.
"We sure are. Why don't you come in here and sit down, and we'll all have fun together! Or are you too busy helping the guy you secretly love out?"
"I don't lo--..."
Stacy interrupted her after she let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, and I don't love dancing. Trish admit it to yourself. You do love him. We all can see it in your eyes."
"Yeah what they said!" Jackie laughed, "You know even when we had that intergender match against each other I knew that it was special between you two. And then that whole bet thing. Even then I could see it Trish. He means the world to you, and you're just too stubborn to think so."
"Whatever. And for your information, I'm going upstairs to eat dinner with Chris and Christian. If any of you need me, call the cell. Otherwise, I'll be back later. Don't wait up for me."
Lita set down the magazine, stood up, and walked over to Trish. "Tell him. This is getting way out of hand Trish. We know it, you know it. Hell even your sisters know it. We're not dumb. You just don't want to get hurt again, and I understand that. What if he feels the same way? Maybe you're both chasing something that isn't completely there yet. But if you take it one step at a time, you'll get there. I promise you."
"Lita, sit down. We all need to talk. First of all, he does feel the same way, because not too long ago, he told me so. I'm not ready for that again. I just don't want to go through what I went through with the whole bet. That was like, the worst thing anyone could have ever done, and now its like, I trust him, but I don't. I'm so confused. And you know what his 'best friend' said to me today? He was like, 'Trish you look really good tonight.' How could he have the nerve to say that? I mean, he knows that Chris doesn't just want to be friends with me, and he had the nerve to say that. I mean come on. This is just so dumb."
"No it's not Hun, I know how this goes." Stacy slid over closer to Trish and put her arm around her. "I know how you feel, and I know this is so complicated. Just talk to Chris when you have the chance. Maybe something will happen, maybe it won't. Just tell him, like I said before. Tell him before this gets way out of hand and you both end up hurt."
"Yeah, you're right. I need to get up there though. Dinner should be there. I'll see you guys later. Have fun, doing what you're doing." Trish got up and left the room. She took the elevator up to Chris's floor, and went to him room. When she got there Chris was sitting on the couch and he was all alone. "Hey Chris, where'd you're sidekick go?"
"Haha, very funny. He went downstairs to get us some drinks. He should be back in about 15 minutes. While he's gone, I've got something to give to you. Come over here and sit beside me." Trish walked over to the couch and sat down. He pulled out a box that was wrapped in red wrapping paper. "It's for Valentine's Day, since I won't see you this weekend."
"Awe, Chris thank you. Now I feel really bad, I didn't get anything..."
"Just open it. It doesn't matter if you got me anything. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. And how much I love being your friend. So this is a token of my thanks to you." Trish opened the box and inside found a necklace. It was a T with her birth stone in tiny diamonds all around the T.
"Chris, this is so beautiful. Thank you so much." Trish leaned in like she was going to kiss him, but Christian came bursting through the door. Trish immediately sat back on the couch, and put the necklace back in the box. The three ate their dinner, and watched some T.V. At 2:30 Trish finally decided to go back downstairs to her room. Before she left though, she gave Chris a hug, and a quick kiss on the forehead. "Get better soon. I'm going to miss you..." She winked at Chris and then walked out of the room carrying the box.
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"Hey, Christian, thanks man for coming out there and helping Trish. It means a lot to me that you're going to help me look out for her." He looked up and smiled at Christian who sat there smiling back at him.
"No problem man. Well, I was just doing' my job at being your friend. And that's what you and Trish are. Just friends. So, I figured, why not help my 'friends friend.'" After Christian had said that Chris began to think about being just friends with Trish. He told her that he wanted to be more, and he shot her down. Secretly inside he wished that he hadn't started the bet to begin with. But that would mean, not getting to know Trish, and not getting to know someone so great. Christian had gone to talk to the trainer, so Chris lay back on the table. He dozed off for a few minutes. The next thing he knew Christian was shaking him to wake him up. "Hey man, come on, we're going to help you to the car. Trish got your things, and she's going to ride with us back to the hotel."
"Hi! I'm back. I told you I would be." The beautiful blond gave him a huge smile, and a kiss on the cheek. She helped him stand up and helped him get his shirt on. "Now, you're going to take a week off, and get that knee healed up, got it?"
"Yes, 'Nurse Trish', I got it. I'm so hungry."
"Well, C-Man, when we get back to the hotel, I'll order some room service for us. How about you join us Trish?"
"Sure why not! Sounds like a bunch of fun to me! I've got to go back to my room when we get there though to tell Lita. She's still kind of pissed at you Christian so I won't even consider asking her."
"Well, I didn't want you to ask her anyways. The bet was the only reason I got to know her. Forget about her anyways. The good thing is that you've moved past the whole bet and decided to be friends with Chris. You two are better as friends than you are anything else." As Chris was tying his shoe he looked up at Christian. How could he say that they made better friends? What the hell was that supposed to mean anyways? Chris could date whomever he wanted to, including Trish, and Christian would not have a say in any of that. He looked over to Trish who had a semi confused look on her face.
"Yeah, just friends. Right..." Trish paused for a second, almost looking half upset that Christian kept bringing up the fact that they were just friends. "Well, we'd better get going if we want to beat the traffic of the fans. Let's go."
Christian and Trish walked on either side of Chris. Trish was holding his hand incase he fell, and if he did, she would go down with him. Once they got to the car they put Chris in the back and then pulled out of the parking lot. Trish kept asking Chris if he was okay, and every time she did, he would reply, "I'm just fine. Don't worry about me." She would smile at him and then turn back around and continue her conversation with Christian. Every time they laughed, Chris thought that they were probably going to be better friends than her and Chris. 'Am I the king of Bling Bling becoming jealous of my best friend, and the woman who means more to me than anything in the world?' No, he though to himself. 'I can't be. This just isn't right. We're going to be friends. All three of us. Just friends, and they're not going to be a couple, and Trish and I aren't. Just friends.' He had zoned out thinking about that, and by the time he snapped out of it, they had gotten to the hotel. He got out himself, and hobbled inside. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---:------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------- Once they got inside to the hotel lobby, Trish took a separate elevator to the floor her room was on. She had to tell Lita that she was eating with the boys tonight, and tell her not to wait up for her. Once she got there she found Stacy, Jackie, and Lita all sitting around talking and looking at 'Playgirl' magazines.
"Well, doesn't it look like you girls are having fun!" The three divas looking up and smiled at Trish. Lita was the first to speak.
"We sure are. Why don't you come in here and sit down, and we'll all have fun together! Or are you too busy helping the guy you secretly love out?"
"I don't lo--..."
Stacy interrupted her after she let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, and I don't love dancing. Trish admit it to yourself. You do love him. We all can see it in your eyes."
"Yeah what they said!" Jackie laughed, "You know even when we had that intergender match against each other I knew that it was special between you two. And then that whole bet thing. Even then I could see it Trish. He means the world to you, and you're just too stubborn to think so."
"Whatever. And for your information, I'm going upstairs to eat dinner with Chris and Christian. If any of you need me, call the cell. Otherwise, I'll be back later. Don't wait up for me."
Lita set down the magazine, stood up, and walked over to Trish. "Tell him. This is getting way out of hand Trish. We know it, you know it. Hell even your sisters know it. We're not dumb. You just don't want to get hurt again, and I understand that. What if he feels the same way? Maybe you're both chasing something that isn't completely there yet. But if you take it one step at a time, you'll get there. I promise you."
"Lita, sit down. We all need to talk. First of all, he does feel the same way, because not too long ago, he told me so. I'm not ready for that again. I just don't want to go through what I went through with the whole bet. That was like, the worst thing anyone could have ever done, and now its like, I trust him, but I don't. I'm so confused. And you know what his 'best friend' said to me today? He was like, 'Trish you look really good tonight.' How could he have the nerve to say that? I mean, he knows that Chris doesn't just want to be friends with me, and he had the nerve to say that. I mean come on. This is just so dumb."
"No it's not Hun, I know how this goes." Stacy slid over closer to Trish and put her arm around her. "I know how you feel, and I know this is so complicated. Just talk to Chris when you have the chance. Maybe something will happen, maybe it won't. Just tell him, like I said before. Tell him before this gets way out of hand and you both end up hurt."
"Yeah, you're right. I need to get up there though. Dinner should be there. I'll see you guys later. Have fun, doing what you're doing." Trish got up and left the room. She took the elevator up to Chris's floor, and went to him room. When she got there Chris was sitting on the couch and he was all alone. "Hey Chris, where'd you're sidekick go?"
"Haha, very funny. He went downstairs to get us some drinks. He should be back in about 15 minutes. While he's gone, I've got something to give to you. Come over here and sit beside me." Trish walked over to the couch and sat down. He pulled out a box that was wrapped in red wrapping paper. "It's for Valentine's Day, since I won't see you this weekend."
"Awe, Chris thank you. Now I feel really bad, I didn't get anything..."
"Just open it. It doesn't matter if you got me anything. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. And how much I love being your friend. So this is a token of my thanks to you." Trish opened the box and inside found a necklace. It was a T with her birth stone in tiny diamonds all around the T.
"Chris, this is so beautiful. Thank you so much." Trish leaned in like she was going to kiss him, but Christian came bursting through the door. Trish immediately sat back on the couch, and put the necklace back in the box. The three ate their dinner, and watched some T.V. At 2:30 Trish finally decided to go back downstairs to her room. Before she left though, she gave Chris a hug, and a quick kiss on the forehead. "Get better soon. I'm going to miss you..." She winked at Chris and then walked out of the room carrying the box.
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