The Missing Piece
By Cold-Zephyr
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
A/N: Brace yourselves, a bit of a shocker up ahead!
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Chapter 3: The Effects of Alcohol
"I kinda thought you needed some cheering up." It was Stacy, holding a huge bag of Cheetos in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other.
Jeff stared quizzically at the beer. "You drink beer?"
"Actually, I hate this stuff, but I heard you guys love it." She pulled out a can of diet soda from her handbag. "This one's for me."
Jeff smiled. How nice that someone actually cared. "Well, thanks, Stace. Come in."
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"So how are you doing, Jeff?" Stacy opened the bag of Cheetos and set it between them on the couch.
Jeff took a long swig of beer before answering. It baffled Stacy as to why men liked that horrible-tasting beverage so much. "Fine, I guess..." he shrugged. Stacy raised an eyebrow. She wouldn't buy that answer.
"Okay, okay...I've missed Trish terribly since I went away. It's been eating me up inside. Then I decide that I can't stand it anymore and I need her back, so I go to Detroit and catch her making out with Jay. How am I doing? I feel like shit." He downed the remaining contents of the can and opened another.
"Jeff, Trish doesn't deserve you. You're a sweet, caring guy, and she's a horrible person to just forget you like that. You shouldn't waste your emotions on Trish. You deserve much, much better than a lowly tramp like her." Stacy popped a handful of Cheetos into her mouth before taking a sip from her diet soda.
"Yeah..." Jeff finished off his third can of beer. Stacy was getting increasingly worried. Maybe six cans were a little too many to bring. Oh well. She'll make a note next time. "Yeah, Stacy, you're right!" Jeff perked up.
"That's the spirit, Jeff!" Hey, at least he's feeling better now, she thought.
He ate a few Cheetos before setting them on the floor, and then took another long drink from his fourth can of beer. "I do deserve better than Trish! I deserve someone worthwhile..." Stacy giggled at Jeff's infectious cheeriness and that adorable Southern accent. He was quite obviously drunk, but at least he wasn't depressed.
Jeff started moving closer towards Stacy. "You, maybe..." He moved his hands to her back and pulled her closer. Then he pressed his lips against hers, prying her lips open with his tongue. Stacy squeaked in surprise and tried to pull away at first, but his lips felt so good...she started kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him even closer to her. His hand moved up her skirt, his other hand unbuttoned her blouse, as they staggered towards the bedroom while still kissing each other. One by one, all their clothes ended up on the floor...
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The morning after, Stacy woke up to find Jeff sleeping right next to her on the bed. "Oh my God," she buried her face in her hands, hoping that this was all just a nightmare and that she would wake up any minute in her own bed, by herself. "Tell me it didn't just happen..." she stood up from the bed and picked up her garments from the trail of clothes that led from the couch to the bedroom. While she was dressing, Jeff woke up. He was startled upon seeing Stacy in his bedroom. "Stacy! What on earth are you doing here?"
"I...we..." Stacy stammered.
Jeff now noticed that he didn't have any clothes on, and Stacy was only dressing up now... "Stacy, did we..." Jeff gulped. "...um...sleep together?"
Stacy was staring at the floor now. "Uh...I think so."
"Oh my God," Jeff rested his forehead on his hand. "Damn, I...I must've been really drunk."
"Shit," they said at the same time, neither one of them looking at the other.
"I'm so sorry, Stace...this really wasn't supposed to happen at all."
"I'm sorry too, Jeff...I shouldn't have brought that much beer." She let out a nervous laugh.
"Friends?" He reached out his hand.
"Okay, friends," Stacy shook it and managed to smile a little bit.
"Hey," Jeff called out as Stacy was about to leave. "If anyone asks, this never happened, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. See you around, Jeff." She smiled one more time before leaving.
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And that ends Chapter 3. Next, Chapter 4: Rock Concert Groupie, where Jeff meets up with a certain someone at his band's concert.
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
A/N: Brace yourselves, a bit of a shocker up ahead!
~~~
Chapter 3: The Effects of Alcohol
"I kinda thought you needed some cheering up." It was Stacy, holding a huge bag of Cheetos in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other.
Jeff stared quizzically at the beer. "You drink beer?"
"Actually, I hate this stuff, but I heard you guys love it." She pulled out a can of diet soda from her handbag. "This one's for me."
Jeff smiled. How nice that someone actually cared. "Well, thanks, Stace. Come in."
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"So how are you doing, Jeff?" Stacy opened the bag of Cheetos and set it between them on the couch.
Jeff took a long swig of beer before answering. It baffled Stacy as to why men liked that horrible-tasting beverage so much. "Fine, I guess..." he shrugged. Stacy raised an eyebrow. She wouldn't buy that answer.
"Okay, okay...I've missed Trish terribly since I went away. It's been eating me up inside. Then I decide that I can't stand it anymore and I need her back, so I go to Detroit and catch her making out with Jay. How am I doing? I feel like shit." He downed the remaining contents of the can and opened another.
"Jeff, Trish doesn't deserve you. You're a sweet, caring guy, and she's a horrible person to just forget you like that. You shouldn't waste your emotions on Trish. You deserve much, much better than a lowly tramp like her." Stacy popped a handful of Cheetos into her mouth before taking a sip from her diet soda.
"Yeah..." Jeff finished off his third can of beer. Stacy was getting increasingly worried. Maybe six cans were a little too many to bring. Oh well. She'll make a note next time. "Yeah, Stacy, you're right!" Jeff perked up.
"That's the spirit, Jeff!" Hey, at least he's feeling better now, she thought.
He ate a few Cheetos before setting them on the floor, and then took another long drink from his fourth can of beer. "I do deserve better than Trish! I deserve someone worthwhile..." Stacy giggled at Jeff's infectious cheeriness and that adorable Southern accent. He was quite obviously drunk, but at least he wasn't depressed.
Jeff started moving closer towards Stacy. "You, maybe..." He moved his hands to her back and pulled her closer. Then he pressed his lips against hers, prying her lips open with his tongue. Stacy squeaked in surprise and tried to pull away at first, but his lips felt so good...she started kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him even closer to her. His hand moved up her skirt, his other hand unbuttoned her blouse, as they staggered towards the bedroom while still kissing each other. One by one, all their clothes ended up on the floor...
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The morning after, Stacy woke up to find Jeff sleeping right next to her on the bed. "Oh my God," she buried her face in her hands, hoping that this was all just a nightmare and that she would wake up any minute in her own bed, by herself. "Tell me it didn't just happen..." she stood up from the bed and picked up her garments from the trail of clothes that led from the couch to the bedroom. While she was dressing, Jeff woke up. He was startled upon seeing Stacy in his bedroom. "Stacy! What on earth are you doing here?"
"I...we..." Stacy stammered.
Jeff now noticed that he didn't have any clothes on, and Stacy was only dressing up now... "Stacy, did we..." Jeff gulped. "...um...sleep together?"
Stacy was staring at the floor now. "Uh...I think so."
"Oh my God," Jeff rested his forehead on his hand. "Damn, I...I must've been really drunk."
"Shit," they said at the same time, neither one of them looking at the other.
"I'm so sorry, Stace...this really wasn't supposed to happen at all."
"I'm sorry too, Jeff...I shouldn't have brought that much beer." She let out a nervous laugh.
"Friends?" He reached out his hand.
"Okay, friends," Stacy shook it and managed to smile a little bit.
"Hey," Jeff called out as Stacy was about to leave. "If anyone asks, this never happened, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. See you around, Jeff." She smiled one more time before leaving.
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And that ends Chapter 3. Next, Chapter 4: Rock Concert Groupie, where Jeff meets up with a certain someone at his band's concert.