A/n: I'm typing this up when I really should be sleeping, but, eh, oh well. I can never sleep anyway. Thanks for the reviews guys! :-D Keep um' coming!

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She dove onto the bed and buried her head into a pillow. Why? Why did she have to feel like this? Her mind wanted to think about Jericho, but it wasn't supposed to… Jericho had Stephanie, Jericho was happy… Trish had nothing. All she wanted to do was muddle through her mind, allowing tears to freely form puddles on her floor. This shouldn't even be bothering her, all they did was go to dinner, because they were both friends and traveling alone… the only difference was at the end of the day Jericho got to go home to Stephanie, and Trish came home to no one. She could pretty much figure that someday she was going to have to face up to fact… there never was going to be any body. She was going to be alone.

Trish got out of bed very hesitantly. She wanted to do anything other than go to work. She'd just have to go there, put on the same façade, sir rah, sir ah, come back to a hotel room and then wake up and do it all again. Plus… she'd have to see Jericho there. Here crush on him would deepen and she knew when she got home, she'd feel worse than when she left.

Trish entered the backstage area, waving to Stacy as she and Tested passed by hand in hand. She turned the corner and saw Matt give Lita a kiss on the cheek before they separated. She smiled her trademark and winked at Lita as she sped up her pace. Next she saw Torrie sitting with Edge giggling her heart out. She knew Torrie had been crushing on him for quite sometime now. Once again she smiled knowingly at Torrie and continued walking. When she saw Steven Richards chasing after a hysterical Victoria, she took off running to her locker room.

She slammed the door and fell back on it, letting her body slide slowly towards the floor. Was this national Make-Trish-Feel-Lonely-Day or what? She exhaled heavily, the urge to cry becoming greater, when a productions assistant knocked on her door.

"Trish, cards up in catering."

"Thanks." She sniffed, looked in the mirror, deemed herself okay and headed to catering.

She walked in and got in line for food. As she walked past the door towards a table, she heard people yelling and stopped to see what was going on.

"NO VINCE, she might be fired, but she's MY GUEST and YOU can't stop her from coming to shows with ME!" A red hot Jericho screamed at Vince McMahon. Stephanie was there also, with her back against a wall, crying her eyes out.

"It sickens me Jericho that you would stoop so low as to date a SLUT like MY DAUGHTER! I won't let this go unnoticed Chris! One wrong move and your gone! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Vince actually helped them out in the last part, as he stormed off somewhere.

"Shhh, Steph, come here baby." Trish still observed as Stephanie collapsed into Jericho's protective arms.

"That bastard doesn't deserve you." He kissed the top of her head. "It's gonna be alright." He held her out at shoulders length so eh could see her face. "Let me see you smile beautiful." He kissed the tip of her nose. And she smiled up at him, everything would be alright, she could look in his eyes, and she knew.

Trish, on the other hand was growing worse and worse by the minute. She decided to go sit down before her tears started falling.

She just poked at her pasta, not feeling hungry anymore.

I hate public display of affection.

Her mined sulked. She didn't want to be here. Now she was starting to get a head ache. She placed her face in her hands, letting them travel to the back of her neck, keeping her eyes closed. When she got home the façade could go down, she'd wrap her self in a blanket and lay in bed, awake, the whole night.

"Jericho! Ahaha! JERICHO! Seriously… calm down!" A now smiling Stephanie and a joking Jericho entered catering.

"What?" He had his arm thrown haphazardly over her shoulder and looked at her appalled, but then he cracked a smile and she punched him in the stomach. "Oooh! Oww! Don't be so violent Stephy! Anger management!"

She smirked that McMahon family smirk, "Anger management this!" She swung back like she was going to punch him but he grabbed her arm and quickly swooped her over his shoulder, "CHRIS JERICHO!!" She shirked, "Put me DOWN!" She was kicking and shirking and he just smiled and walked out of catering, Stephanie and all.

"Leave it to Jericho and Steph to make a scene." The voice startled Trish and broke her brooding thoughts.

"Heh, I guess so." She laughed through her teeth as Christian sat down across from her. "So, how have you been?"

"Alright, how about you?" He replied.

"I've…been great." She tried to smile believably but ended up feeling utterly pathetic. She quickly darted her eyes back to her pasta.

He studied her for a moment before inquiring, "Are you sure? It doesn't seem like it."

She continued to look at her food. She hated it when people questioned her like this. All the thoughts of what was wrong with her life would come flooding back, and the tears would soon follow. She tried to put on the brave front, but looked pathetically at Christian, "Yes," she paused, her voice weakening from tears, "Yes, I'm fine. I have to get going." She got up frantically, not wanting any one to see this Trish. She started running out of the catering area and straight towards her locker room.

"Trish, wait!" Christian chased after her.

He raced to her an she was in a full out bawl now. She held her arms at the sides of her head, face scrunched up and all, trying as hard as she could to hide from Christian, there just was anywhere to go.

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine." She just kept repeating it, maybe she'd start to believe it. Or more importantly maybe Christian would.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Trish," Christian grabbed her arms to try and stop her pacing.

She desperately need to put up the mask. She tried and tried but every time she looked at Christian, who was holding her now, she'd tear up again.

"What's going on Trish, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Christian." She gave a weak smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." she smiled and he gave a look of disbelief. "Its just…" she wiped her eyes, "Its just we're standing in front of a heater, PHEW!" She opened her eyes really big and fanned herself. He looked at her confused. "You know, hot air, its hard to stop crying, because its hot… and then it stings….you know… burning sensation…. oww.. eyes… watering… makes you keep crying… but your PREFECTLY fine." She stopped rambling and gave him the most pathetically over done smile.

He didn't say anything.

"Well, I've gotta run, got plans to keep." She smiled again.

"Ok…Trish are you sure your…."

"Yes," her voice cracked at the lie, "See ya."

"Bye…" He gave her an odd look.

She walked as fast as her petite legs would allow to her locker room, grabbed her bag and raced to her car, not looking up once, out of fear she'd break down again.

A/n: So what'd ya think? Oh, just a little thingy here, the whole crying in front of a heater thing is true, and I speak from experience.