Here I am with the 2nd chappy already! I know, I know, pretty fast for me, eh? Well, here goes.

Disclaimer: WWE has it all!

Well I guess Trish and I... we're... umm... not really communicating right now. Oh I can't even admit it to myself we're ovvv-vvv-vv... o-vvv-vvvv-eee-- NO! Your not giving up this easy, not until you set things right. Well, it doesn't help that every time I call her, I get a voicemail that says "Hey, its Trish, leave me a message and I'll get back to you, unless your an ARROGANT JERK!!" You get the point, as do I.

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Why didn't you do something!? You stood there and let him go! What if he never even lifts a finger at you, what if you never see him again...

.... then it would serve him right for what he did to you!! But would it really? He did tell you he wasn't serious about the bet, but that's not the real Chris, the real Chris makes bets and walks about the world as though he owns it. There, its settled, no more Chris.

*RAW*

"Hey, Lita, have you seen Trish?"

Lita looked at Jericho, almost gawking in disgust.

Where in the hell does he get the nerve...

Lita reared back, her fist clenched.

"Whoa, Lita, Lita, calm down, look this is extremely important." He gently pushed her hand down. Jericho looked her square in the eye as he spoke. Something in his eyes told her he was sincere.

"Down the hall, take a right, 2nd door on the left."

"Thanks Li." He jogged off to the end of the hall.

"Trish?"

She jumped and let out a squeak, his voice startled her.

"Trish, I'm not leaving until you open the door."

Okay...

She got up and walked to the door, as soon as she opened it, she shut it in his face.

"Funny, Trish. I'm not leaving until you talk to me."

She flung the door open and crossed her arms. " You think I'm joking? You thought I knew? If only you knew, Chris! You know, it would be A LOT easier on my heart if you would just LEAVE me ALONE!" She was crying as she slammed the door in his face.

"But... TRISH!" He threw himself on the door.

She stopped as she was walking away when she heard his body clearly crash against the door, then she kept walking towards her bags.

He still leaned against her door, arms resting on the farm and face pressing against the wood.

"Please.. Trish.. please..." he whispered softly, even though his heart screamed it out.

A/n: So what'd ya think? Please review and let me know if I should keep writing!