"I'm gonna take a shower before everyone gets here, okay?" Trinity
said to Amy. "Sure," Amy replied. Trinity grabbed her pajamas and went into
the bathroom. Amy sighed and put the many bags of chips on the small coffee
table in their nice hotel room. It was pretty big. Amy put the bottles of
soda into the mini fridge in the corner of the room. After about 5 minutes,
there was a knock on the door. It was the guys. They had beer and movies
they had rented. "Hey," Amy said as they walked in. Then she noticed Chris
carrying a case of beers. "Oh my God. Matt! Jeff! I can't believe you
didn't tell Chris!" Amy gasped, but quietly. "What? Oh shit! The beer!"
Jeff said as he slapped himself in the head. "I forgot!" "Shhhh! She's
only in the other room taking a shower," Amy said. "Okay, am I the only one
who is completely lost right now?" Shane asked. "No. Listen guys, I am
about to tell you a secret that only Matt, Jeff, and I know about. No one
else is supposed to know, and Trinity is not to find out that any of you
know this, do you understand!" Amy said, pointing a threatening finger at
them all. They all nodded in agreement.
"Okay, when Trinity was about 17, she and her dad were going through a rough patch. She was mad because he was never around and always working. So, because of her lack of supervision, she started hanging out with the wrong kinds of people, and developed a really bad drinking problem. She came home drunk almost every night, and she had to get her stomach pumped twice because of alcohol poisoning. Her mom freaked, called Mark and said she needed help, and that's why he just randomly disappeared for like a month almost two years ago. Trinity ran away with some guy, and she was doing drugs and getting drunk all the time. They finally tracked her down and she went to rehab for a while. Then, after that, Mark wanted to keep an eye on her, so that's why she started coming to work with him. I mean, you'd never be able to tell, but it's true. So we can't keep alcohol around when she's here. Sorry guys," Amy said. "No problem," Chris said. "I'll just run this up to my room," he said and left. "I don't believe it," Adam said. "I know, she seems so sweet and innocent," Shannon said, somewhat in shock. "God, that must have been so scary for her," Paul stated. "Remember, not a word," Jeff said as plopped on one of the beds in the room.
The sound of the shower stopped and after a few minutes Trinity came out. She had green camouflage shorts and a red tank top on and she was towel drying her hair. By this time, Chris had returned and was talking to Adam and Paul about his band Fozzy. Trinity draped her wet towel on Jeff's head and sad, "You're on my bed punk." He was sprawled out on his stomach in the middle of the bed. He sighed, picked the towel up off his head, and threw it on the ground. Then he rolled over, and patted the spot next to him. She sat down on the bed. He looked up at Trinity and she smiled at him and started to brush her hair. He had forgotten about her 'problem.' He hated thinking about the fact that she had probably drank more than all the people in this room combined before she's even legally allowed to. It was hard for him to imagine this hyperactive, fun-loving, giddy girl intoxicated and barely able to walk. He hadn't really known her until she was about 18 and started hanging around with her dad. Neither had Amy. But they had become fast friends.
"So what movies did you guys bring?" Amy asked. "Ugh... probably porn or something with boobs in it," Trinity commented as she stood up and started to bounce on the bed. "Hey, we did not get porn!" Shannon exclaimed in the guys' defense. "Yeah, Matt wouldn't let us," Adam said, with a sigh, and slumped down on the bed next to Jeff and in front of Trinity, who was still jumping up and down. She stopped, dropped to her knees so she was behind Adam, and playfully slapped him upside the head. "Well, we were going to get American Pie, but Matt said you hate that movie," Shannon said. Trinity nodded her head, confirming her hatred for the movie. "Amy, what'd I tell you, a movie with boobs in it," Trinity said, chuckling. "I told them to get something we'd all like, so we ended up with From Hell and Cutthroat Island," Matt finished. "Ooh, put From Hell on. Johnny Depp is so hot!" Trinity said. Paul rolled his eyes and said, "Oh God, here we go." "What's that supposed to mean?" Trinity asked, pretending to be insulted. "It means now we have to listen to you rant and rave about yet another one of your celebrity obsessions," Jeff said. "I am not obsessed with celebrities," Trinity said in her defense. "Okay, whatever Trin," Shane said. She scoffed and Chris popped the movie in.
Adam slipped down to the floor, leaving Jeff and Trinity on the bed alone. He had his head against the foot of the bed, and Trinity was on her stomach, her feet on her pillow, braiding small braids in his long hair. Shane and Shannon were both on the floor as well. Chris and Paul were on the two chairs that were in the room. Matt and Amy were snuggled up on her bed, not paying attention to the movie, but making out. Trinity squealed as Johnny Depp came on screen. Jeff chuckled to himself, and slapped her ass. "Hey!" she said, as she rolled over to lie on her back so she could see him. Adam started to undo the braids she had put in his hair. She rolled her head back slightly, so she could see the TV, and stayed like that. After the movie, Trinity was out cold. She had fallen asleep about halfway through the movie. "Shannon, give me a cheeto," Jeff said, noticing her deep sleep. Shannon tossed him the bag, and Jeff pulled one out. He leaned over Trinity, and stuffed it in her partly open mouth. Everyone in the room was waiting or her to wake up and kick Jeff's ass. "She's gonna kill you if you wake her up," Matt warned his brother, but Jeff ignored him. He walked into the bathroom, and came back out with a tube of toothpaste, and a sneaky grin plastered on his face. He put some of it on her nose, and started to tickle her with a loose strand of her hair. She stirred, and did exactly what he wanted her to do; wipe her face. She spit the cheeto out of her mouth, and slowly opened her eyes to find everyone in the room looking at her. "What the hell?" she said as she looked at the toothpaste on her hand, and Jeff started cracking up. "Jeff you prick!" she yelled, and sat up and slapped his arm. She got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face and hands. "Sorry sleeping beauty. Payback for the car trip wake up call," Jeff called after her, still laughing.
Trinity smiled as she thought about it. A few months ago, she, Matt, Amy, and Jeff had been driving to one of the arenas, and Jeff had fallen asleep. So when they arrived, Trinity made Matt put in her KoRn cd, put on the song 'Wake up,' and put the volume up all the way. "Wake the fuck up!" blasted and Jeff nearly had a heart attack. She, Matt and Amy thought that was so funny.
She came back and plopped on the bed. Jeff still had a smirk on his face. She pegged a finger at him. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. Trinity just rolled her eyes. "Well it's kinda late. I'm headin' up stairs," Paul said. Adam, Shane, Shannon, and Chris all agreed. They said bye to Amy, Trinity, Matt and Jeff, and left. After they were gone, Matt said, "So, you guys wanna go out to eat after Smackdown?" Amy glanced at Trinity. She looked nervous. "Umm, I kinda have plans with someone else," Trinity said, a bit uncomfortably. "Who?" Jeff asked, although he had a pretty good idea who it was. He had seen Randy lurking around her on Monday night. She didn't really want to tell him, because she knew he wasn't to fond of Randy. "Uh, Randy. We're going to see a movie," she said, not wanting to look Jeff in the eyes. "Figures," Jeff said angrily, and stormed out of the room. "Jeff wait!" Trinity yelled after him, but it was no use. He slammed the door and marched over to the elevators. 'Why her?' he thought. 'Why couldn't Randy keep his filthy hands off her? She's mine!' He walked into the elevator, cursing under his breath. 'Damn it! I'm such an idiot. Why do I have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't I just ask her out?' he thought. His cell phone started to ring, but he just ignored it.
Meanwhile, in Trinity and Amy's room, Trinity's tear stained face was buried in her pillow. Amy was sitting on the edge of Trinity's bed, rubbing her back, trying to clam the girl. Matt was calling Jeff's cell, but he wouldn't pick up. "Shit Jeff. Pick up the phone!" Matt cursed, leaving that as his message to his brother. Trinity lifted her head, tears still streaming down her face, and said, "Tell him I'm sorry and I'll break the date. I just don't want him to hate me!" in between sobs. "No," Matt said. "I'll go talk to him. He's being an ass. He's had plenty of opportunities to ask you out. He should've done it if he didn't want you seeing other guys. Don't break your date. It's Jeff's fault. He can't expect you to wait around forever." "Besides," Amy started. "He could never hate you. God, he practically worships you. I figured you knew, but obviously not. Just let him cool off." Trinity nodded, and buried her face back into the pillow. 'Why didn't he just tell me he liked me?' she thought. 'I wouldn't have said yes to Randy if I knew that. How come I didn't realize it? Everyone else did. I'm so stupid! But I can't break my date with Randy; I'd feel too bad. Not that it'd matter though. I don't think I can feel any worse than I do right now.' Matt sighed and said, "I'm gonna go talk to him, Trin. Don't worry, he'll get over it."" He patted the back of Trinity's head, pecked Amy on the cheek and left.
"Okay, when Trinity was about 17, she and her dad were going through a rough patch. She was mad because he was never around and always working. So, because of her lack of supervision, she started hanging out with the wrong kinds of people, and developed a really bad drinking problem. She came home drunk almost every night, and she had to get her stomach pumped twice because of alcohol poisoning. Her mom freaked, called Mark and said she needed help, and that's why he just randomly disappeared for like a month almost two years ago. Trinity ran away with some guy, and she was doing drugs and getting drunk all the time. They finally tracked her down and she went to rehab for a while. Then, after that, Mark wanted to keep an eye on her, so that's why she started coming to work with him. I mean, you'd never be able to tell, but it's true. So we can't keep alcohol around when she's here. Sorry guys," Amy said. "No problem," Chris said. "I'll just run this up to my room," he said and left. "I don't believe it," Adam said. "I know, she seems so sweet and innocent," Shannon said, somewhat in shock. "God, that must have been so scary for her," Paul stated. "Remember, not a word," Jeff said as plopped on one of the beds in the room.
The sound of the shower stopped and after a few minutes Trinity came out. She had green camouflage shorts and a red tank top on and she was towel drying her hair. By this time, Chris had returned and was talking to Adam and Paul about his band Fozzy. Trinity draped her wet towel on Jeff's head and sad, "You're on my bed punk." He was sprawled out on his stomach in the middle of the bed. He sighed, picked the towel up off his head, and threw it on the ground. Then he rolled over, and patted the spot next to him. She sat down on the bed. He looked up at Trinity and she smiled at him and started to brush her hair. He had forgotten about her 'problem.' He hated thinking about the fact that she had probably drank more than all the people in this room combined before she's even legally allowed to. It was hard for him to imagine this hyperactive, fun-loving, giddy girl intoxicated and barely able to walk. He hadn't really known her until she was about 18 and started hanging around with her dad. Neither had Amy. But they had become fast friends.
"So what movies did you guys bring?" Amy asked. "Ugh... probably porn or something with boobs in it," Trinity commented as she stood up and started to bounce on the bed. "Hey, we did not get porn!" Shannon exclaimed in the guys' defense. "Yeah, Matt wouldn't let us," Adam said, with a sigh, and slumped down on the bed next to Jeff and in front of Trinity, who was still jumping up and down. She stopped, dropped to her knees so she was behind Adam, and playfully slapped him upside the head. "Well, we were going to get American Pie, but Matt said you hate that movie," Shannon said. Trinity nodded her head, confirming her hatred for the movie. "Amy, what'd I tell you, a movie with boobs in it," Trinity said, chuckling. "I told them to get something we'd all like, so we ended up with From Hell and Cutthroat Island," Matt finished. "Ooh, put From Hell on. Johnny Depp is so hot!" Trinity said. Paul rolled his eyes and said, "Oh God, here we go." "What's that supposed to mean?" Trinity asked, pretending to be insulted. "It means now we have to listen to you rant and rave about yet another one of your celebrity obsessions," Jeff said. "I am not obsessed with celebrities," Trinity said in her defense. "Okay, whatever Trin," Shane said. She scoffed and Chris popped the movie in.
Adam slipped down to the floor, leaving Jeff and Trinity on the bed alone. He had his head against the foot of the bed, and Trinity was on her stomach, her feet on her pillow, braiding small braids in his long hair. Shane and Shannon were both on the floor as well. Chris and Paul were on the two chairs that were in the room. Matt and Amy were snuggled up on her bed, not paying attention to the movie, but making out. Trinity squealed as Johnny Depp came on screen. Jeff chuckled to himself, and slapped her ass. "Hey!" she said, as she rolled over to lie on her back so she could see him. Adam started to undo the braids she had put in his hair. She rolled her head back slightly, so she could see the TV, and stayed like that. After the movie, Trinity was out cold. She had fallen asleep about halfway through the movie. "Shannon, give me a cheeto," Jeff said, noticing her deep sleep. Shannon tossed him the bag, and Jeff pulled one out. He leaned over Trinity, and stuffed it in her partly open mouth. Everyone in the room was waiting or her to wake up and kick Jeff's ass. "She's gonna kill you if you wake her up," Matt warned his brother, but Jeff ignored him. He walked into the bathroom, and came back out with a tube of toothpaste, and a sneaky grin plastered on his face. He put some of it on her nose, and started to tickle her with a loose strand of her hair. She stirred, and did exactly what he wanted her to do; wipe her face. She spit the cheeto out of her mouth, and slowly opened her eyes to find everyone in the room looking at her. "What the hell?" she said as she looked at the toothpaste on her hand, and Jeff started cracking up. "Jeff you prick!" she yelled, and sat up and slapped his arm. She got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face and hands. "Sorry sleeping beauty. Payback for the car trip wake up call," Jeff called after her, still laughing.
Trinity smiled as she thought about it. A few months ago, she, Matt, Amy, and Jeff had been driving to one of the arenas, and Jeff had fallen asleep. So when they arrived, Trinity made Matt put in her KoRn cd, put on the song 'Wake up,' and put the volume up all the way. "Wake the fuck up!" blasted and Jeff nearly had a heart attack. She, Matt and Amy thought that was so funny.
She came back and plopped on the bed. Jeff still had a smirk on his face. She pegged a finger at him. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. Trinity just rolled her eyes. "Well it's kinda late. I'm headin' up stairs," Paul said. Adam, Shane, Shannon, and Chris all agreed. They said bye to Amy, Trinity, Matt and Jeff, and left. After they were gone, Matt said, "So, you guys wanna go out to eat after Smackdown?" Amy glanced at Trinity. She looked nervous. "Umm, I kinda have plans with someone else," Trinity said, a bit uncomfortably. "Who?" Jeff asked, although he had a pretty good idea who it was. He had seen Randy lurking around her on Monday night. She didn't really want to tell him, because she knew he wasn't to fond of Randy. "Uh, Randy. We're going to see a movie," she said, not wanting to look Jeff in the eyes. "Figures," Jeff said angrily, and stormed out of the room. "Jeff wait!" Trinity yelled after him, but it was no use. He slammed the door and marched over to the elevators. 'Why her?' he thought. 'Why couldn't Randy keep his filthy hands off her? She's mine!' He walked into the elevator, cursing under his breath. 'Damn it! I'm such an idiot. Why do I have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't I just ask her out?' he thought. His cell phone started to ring, but he just ignored it.
Meanwhile, in Trinity and Amy's room, Trinity's tear stained face was buried in her pillow. Amy was sitting on the edge of Trinity's bed, rubbing her back, trying to clam the girl. Matt was calling Jeff's cell, but he wouldn't pick up. "Shit Jeff. Pick up the phone!" Matt cursed, leaving that as his message to his brother. Trinity lifted her head, tears still streaming down her face, and said, "Tell him I'm sorry and I'll break the date. I just don't want him to hate me!" in between sobs. "No," Matt said. "I'll go talk to him. He's being an ass. He's had plenty of opportunities to ask you out. He should've done it if he didn't want you seeing other guys. Don't break your date. It's Jeff's fault. He can't expect you to wait around forever." "Besides," Amy started. "He could never hate you. God, he practically worships you. I figured you knew, but obviously not. Just let him cool off." Trinity nodded, and buried her face back into the pillow. 'Why didn't he just tell me he liked me?' she thought. 'I wouldn't have said yes to Randy if I knew that. How come I didn't realize it? Everyone else did. I'm so stupid! But I can't break my date with Randy; I'd feel too bad. Not that it'd matter though. I don't think I can feel any worse than I do right now.' Matt sighed and said, "I'm gonna go talk to him, Trin. Don't worry, he'll get over it."" He patted the back of Trinity's head, pecked Amy on the cheek and left.