A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up. I don't own any of the superstars...
blah, blah, blah. I don't own any of their thoughts. I only own Trinity. I
don't own A Perfect Circle, Lord of the Rings, or anything else you
recognize. The information given about Randy Orton was pulled out of my
ass, and is not true as far as I know. Enjoy and I'll try to have the next
chapter up tomorrow.
The next morning, Amy woke up to the sound of her cell phone. She looked at the clock and saw it was 8:34. Then she looked at Trinity's bed and noticed it was empty. 'Where is she?' Amy thought, but then quickly got up to grab her cell. "Hello?" she said, not bothering to check her caller I.D. "Hey baby," the voice said. It was Matt. "Hey. Did you talk some sense into your brother?" Amy asked. "Nope. He wouldn't talk to me at all last night. He just went right to bed. He's showering right now. I haven't brought it up yet today, but I'm gonna try when he gets out," Matt replied. "Oh, okay. Have you seen Trinity?" Amy asked, as she walked into the bathroom to make sure her friend wasn't in there. She was starting to worry a bit. Trinity had cried herself to sleep last night. She called Jeff's phone till about 4 A.M., but the answering machine was the only thing that would pick up. She left about 10 messages, sobbing and pleading for Jeff to call her back, but he didn't. "No why? Isn't she there?" Matt asked. "No. She wasn't here when I woke up. I'm gonna go check downstairs after I take a shower." "Well, Jeff and I were gonna go get breakfast anyway, so I'll call you if I see her down there." "Alright. I love you." "I love you too. Bye," Matt said and hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Trinity was outside the hotel. She was sitting on a bench, and had her phone to her ear. She was trying to call Jeff, but his phone was off. "Umm... hey Jeff. Can you please call me back? Bye." She sighed and hung up the phone. She had only had about an hour of sleep last night. Suddenly her phone rang. She quickly answered it. "Hello?" she said anxiously. "Hi sweetie. How are you doing?" It was her dad. "Oh, hi dad. I'm okay I guess," she said, disappointment in her voice. Her dad had gone back home for the few days he had off, since there were no house shows this week. "You don't sound okay. What's wrong?" Mark asked. Trinity sighed and tried to hold back tears. "Jeff's mad at me. He found out that I'm going to see a movie with Randy Orton, and got all upset. He wont return my calls and he... he's just being a jerk!" "Hmm... I see. I don't believe I gave you permission to go out with that Orton kid anyway?" Mark said jokingly, hoping to cheer his daughter up. She chuckled a bit, and then saw something that made her quiet. "Hey Dad. I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye" Trinity hung up before her Dad even had a chance to say goodbye.
She had seen Randy, and right now, really didn't want to talk to him. She tried to slip into the hotel unnoticed, but didn't succeed. "Hey Trin," Randy called out. She sighed and turned to face him. "Uh... hey Randy," she said quietly. "What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept in days," he asked when he got close to her. "Uh... nothing. Just had a little trouble sleeping last night." "Heh, been there before. Join me for breakfast? It's on me," he said as he slipped his arm around her shoulders. "Sure," she replied, unenthusiastically. The only reason she said yes was because she hadn't eaten yet and was starving. She had spent all morning trying to get in touch with Jeff. They walked into the small diner in the hotel and sat at a table in the corner. After surveying the menu, Randy looked up at Trinity. She hadn't even looked at the menu. "Don't you want anything?" he asked her. "Uh... I'm just gonna get a bagel," she replied, as she rapidly tapped her nails on the table. "You sure that's all you want?" he asked. She gave him a small smile and nodded. He cocked a questioning eyebrow, and was about to ask her what was wrong, when the waitress came over to take their order. After the waitress left, Randy sat and studied Trinity for a while. She was staring out the window, fiddling with a piece of her hair. 'God, she's hot,' he thought. She had on black flares with buckles on them and chains criss crossing in the back and a black spaghetti strapped tank top that said 'A Perfect Circle' across the chest. 'I wonder what she looks like under those clothes?' He smirked when he thought about it. Trinity saw this and asked, "What?" He kept the smirk on his face and said, "Nothing."
"So, Trinity, why don't you tell me something about yourself?" Randy suggested after a minute or so. "Like what?" she asked. "Like, what do you like to do?" he answered. Trinity shrugged. "I don't know. Hang out with my friends, I guess. Watch movies, read, go to the gym, travel; normal things." Randy nodded. The silence was awkward. He could tell that something was on her mind; he hoped it wasn't someone other than him. "So... what's your favorite movie?" he asked after a little while. Trinity smiled a little. "The Lord of the Rings, definitely," she replied. "Hmm... never seen that before," he said. "You're kidding! They are the three greatest movies ever. I'll have to force you to watch them sometime," she said. "Well, they just looked a little boring," he said. "No way! They are awesome. Why, what's your favorite movie?" she asked. "Umm... well, I like The Godfather, and Scarface," he said. Trinity made a face and said, "Ugh! What is it with guys and sucky mobster movies?" she asked. "They are classic movies. A lot better then Lord of the Rings I bet," he replied with a smirk. Before Trinity could protest, their food came. "Jeez that took long enough... "Randy whispered to Trinity when the waitress walked away. She smiled and nodded in agreement. They ate, and talked and Randy picked up the bill. They both got up and started to walk out of the diner. Trinity felt a lot better, and, for once, her mind was off Jeff. 'He's not too bad. I don't know what Amy-' Her thoughts were interrupted and she almost collapsed.
"Hey," Matt said as Jeff walked out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a wife beater and black baggy jeans, much like his attire. Jeff just nodded at his brother. "So, you hungry?" Matt asked. "Not really, but I'll go eat anyway," Jeff replied, no emotion in his voice. Matt sighed. "Jeff, what the hell is your problem?" Matt asked. Jeff didn't answer; he just bent over and tied his shoes. "Dammit Jeff! Stop being a prick!!!" Matt yelled. "You should've seen her last night. She was crying her eyes out and it was all because you threw a shit fit," Matt finished, softening his voice a bit. Jeff ran his fingers through his hair, "I really don't want to talk about this Matt," he finally said. "Well too bad," Matt retorted. "What the hell was your problem last night? It's just the movies." Jeff sighed with frustration. "I know, but I just don't trust Orton. She's only 19 Matt. He'll easily take advantage of her. And... I... I just don't like the idea of her being with anyone b- "Jeff stopped mid-sentence. "Anyone but you?" Matt suggested. "No!" Jeff quickly responded. Matt rolled his eyes. "Please Jeff. Save it. Everyone knows you like her so don't bother denying it. Well, actually, Trinity didn't know, although I have no clue how, until last night. I could have Amy find out if she likes you, even though I'm pretty sure she does." Matt said. Jeff's face brightened a bit. "God, I feel like I'm in 6th grade," Matt finished with a chuckle. "Who am I kidding? I don't deserve her after the way I acted last night," Jeff said. By this time, the brothers had left their room and were in the elevator. Jeff turned his phone on. There were 13 messages on it. One was from Matt, all the rest were from Trinity. "I'll call her after we eat... I'm hungry," he said to Matt. "Oh. If you see her, tell me. I have to call Amy. Trinity wasn't there when she woke up," Matt said as they stepped out of the elevator. Jeff got a worried look on his face. "She's probably in the diner over there. Don't worry," Matt tried to comfort his brother. They walked towards the diner, and Jeff stopped abruptly when he saw the last thing he wanted to see. Randy and Trinity.
The next morning, Amy woke up to the sound of her cell phone. She looked at the clock and saw it was 8:34. Then she looked at Trinity's bed and noticed it was empty. 'Where is she?' Amy thought, but then quickly got up to grab her cell. "Hello?" she said, not bothering to check her caller I.D. "Hey baby," the voice said. It was Matt. "Hey. Did you talk some sense into your brother?" Amy asked. "Nope. He wouldn't talk to me at all last night. He just went right to bed. He's showering right now. I haven't brought it up yet today, but I'm gonna try when he gets out," Matt replied. "Oh, okay. Have you seen Trinity?" Amy asked, as she walked into the bathroom to make sure her friend wasn't in there. She was starting to worry a bit. Trinity had cried herself to sleep last night. She called Jeff's phone till about 4 A.M., but the answering machine was the only thing that would pick up. She left about 10 messages, sobbing and pleading for Jeff to call her back, but he didn't. "No why? Isn't she there?" Matt asked. "No. She wasn't here when I woke up. I'm gonna go check downstairs after I take a shower." "Well, Jeff and I were gonna go get breakfast anyway, so I'll call you if I see her down there." "Alright. I love you." "I love you too. Bye," Matt said and hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Trinity was outside the hotel. She was sitting on a bench, and had her phone to her ear. She was trying to call Jeff, but his phone was off. "Umm... hey Jeff. Can you please call me back? Bye." She sighed and hung up the phone. She had only had about an hour of sleep last night. Suddenly her phone rang. She quickly answered it. "Hello?" she said anxiously. "Hi sweetie. How are you doing?" It was her dad. "Oh, hi dad. I'm okay I guess," she said, disappointment in her voice. Her dad had gone back home for the few days he had off, since there were no house shows this week. "You don't sound okay. What's wrong?" Mark asked. Trinity sighed and tried to hold back tears. "Jeff's mad at me. He found out that I'm going to see a movie with Randy Orton, and got all upset. He wont return my calls and he... he's just being a jerk!" "Hmm... I see. I don't believe I gave you permission to go out with that Orton kid anyway?" Mark said jokingly, hoping to cheer his daughter up. She chuckled a bit, and then saw something that made her quiet. "Hey Dad. I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye" Trinity hung up before her Dad even had a chance to say goodbye.
She had seen Randy, and right now, really didn't want to talk to him. She tried to slip into the hotel unnoticed, but didn't succeed. "Hey Trin," Randy called out. She sighed and turned to face him. "Uh... hey Randy," she said quietly. "What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept in days," he asked when he got close to her. "Uh... nothing. Just had a little trouble sleeping last night." "Heh, been there before. Join me for breakfast? It's on me," he said as he slipped his arm around her shoulders. "Sure," she replied, unenthusiastically. The only reason she said yes was because she hadn't eaten yet and was starving. She had spent all morning trying to get in touch with Jeff. They walked into the small diner in the hotel and sat at a table in the corner. After surveying the menu, Randy looked up at Trinity. She hadn't even looked at the menu. "Don't you want anything?" he asked her. "Uh... I'm just gonna get a bagel," she replied, as she rapidly tapped her nails on the table. "You sure that's all you want?" he asked. She gave him a small smile and nodded. He cocked a questioning eyebrow, and was about to ask her what was wrong, when the waitress came over to take their order. After the waitress left, Randy sat and studied Trinity for a while. She was staring out the window, fiddling with a piece of her hair. 'God, she's hot,' he thought. She had on black flares with buckles on them and chains criss crossing in the back and a black spaghetti strapped tank top that said 'A Perfect Circle' across the chest. 'I wonder what she looks like under those clothes?' He smirked when he thought about it. Trinity saw this and asked, "What?" He kept the smirk on his face and said, "Nothing."
"So, Trinity, why don't you tell me something about yourself?" Randy suggested after a minute or so. "Like what?" she asked. "Like, what do you like to do?" he answered. Trinity shrugged. "I don't know. Hang out with my friends, I guess. Watch movies, read, go to the gym, travel; normal things." Randy nodded. The silence was awkward. He could tell that something was on her mind; he hoped it wasn't someone other than him. "So... what's your favorite movie?" he asked after a little while. Trinity smiled a little. "The Lord of the Rings, definitely," she replied. "Hmm... never seen that before," he said. "You're kidding! They are the three greatest movies ever. I'll have to force you to watch them sometime," she said. "Well, they just looked a little boring," he said. "No way! They are awesome. Why, what's your favorite movie?" she asked. "Umm... well, I like The Godfather, and Scarface," he said. Trinity made a face and said, "Ugh! What is it with guys and sucky mobster movies?" she asked. "They are classic movies. A lot better then Lord of the Rings I bet," he replied with a smirk. Before Trinity could protest, their food came. "Jeez that took long enough... "Randy whispered to Trinity when the waitress walked away. She smiled and nodded in agreement. They ate, and talked and Randy picked up the bill. They both got up and started to walk out of the diner. Trinity felt a lot better, and, for once, her mind was off Jeff. 'He's not too bad. I don't know what Amy-' Her thoughts were interrupted and she almost collapsed.
"Hey," Matt said as Jeff walked out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a wife beater and black baggy jeans, much like his attire. Jeff just nodded at his brother. "So, you hungry?" Matt asked. "Not really, but I'll go eat anyway," Jeff replied, no emotion in his voice. Matt sighed. "Jeff, what the hell is your problem?" Matt asked. Jeff didn't answer; he just bent over and tied his shoes. "Dammit Jeff! Stop being a prick!!!" Matt yelled. "You should've seen her last night. She was crying her eyes out and it was all because you threw a shit fit," Matt finished, softening his voice a bit. Jeff ran his fingers through his hair, "I really don't want to talk about this Matt," he finally said. "Well too bad," Matt retorted. "What the hell was your problem last night? It's just the movies." Jeff sighed with frustration. "I know, but I just don't trust Orton. She's only 19 Matt. He'll easily take advantage of her. And... I... I just don't like the idea of her being with anyone b- "Jeff stopped mid-sentence. "Anyone but you?" Matt suggested. "No!" Jeff quickly responded. Matt rolled his eyes. "Please Jeff. Save it. Everyone knows you like her so don't bother denying it. Well, actually, Trinity didn't know, although I have no clue how, until last night. I could have Amy find out if she likes you, even though I'm pretty sure she does." Matt said. Jeff's face brightened a bit. "God, I feel like I'm in 6th grade," Matt finished with a chuckle. "Who am I kidding? I don't deserve her after the way I acted last night," Jeff said. By this time, the brothers had left their room and were in the elevator. Jeff turned his phone on. There were 13 messages on it. One was from Matt, all the rest were from Trinity. "I'll call her after we eat... I'm hungry," he said to Matt. "Oh. If you see her, tell me. I have to call Amy. Trinity wasn't there when she woke up," Matt said as they stepped out of the elevator. Jeff got a worried look on his face. "She's probably in the diner over there. Don't worry," Matt tried to comfort his brother. They walked towards the diner, and Jeff stopped abruptly when he saw the last thing he wanted to see. Randy and Trinity.