TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When Lita lies to cover up the way she really feels about Jeff, will she end up in more trouble? Jeff/Trish, Jeff/Lita.. + Randy Orton, Batista and more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! I've said it before, and I'll continue to say it - reviews make Cathie happy! So keep on sending them! Please! More!
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"He's an egotistical, conceited, self centred jerk who doesn't care about anyone else besides himself. All he ever talks about is how many girls he's scored with, or which diva here has the biggest rack, or who he'd like to get in the sack the most... he's an arrogant bastard!"
Trish Stratus looked over at Jeff Hardy, who was painting his left arm as he stood in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. Sitting on the couch across the locker room, Trish shifted slightly as she looked at him. "Anything else you'd like to add?"
Jeff looked at his girlfriend through the mirror and caught her gaze. He paused for a little while, completing the dark blue swirl on his shoulder. Then he looked up once more. "He has stupid hair."
Eyebrows raised, Trish sent him a slight smirk. "Look who's talking."
The youngest Hardy brother sent a quick glance towards his own hair, which was coloured with a mixture of dark red and purple. He then turned around to face the blonde diva, and smiled shyly. "Yeah, okay. I'll give you that one." A frown then slid onto his features. "But you can't deny that Orton is a narcissistic prick."
"I don't know, Jeff. Why would Lita be with him if he was like that?" Trish stood up from the couch, and walked over towards him. "She's not a fool. She wouldn't stay with a man like that. And she seems pretty happy. I overheard her talking to Ivory the other day, and she sounded like she really liked Randy. She sounded like she was enjoying herself."
"He must be lying to her, or pretending to be something he isn't." Jeff said quickly, shaking his head in confusion. "Randy Orton is not a nice guy. He just isn't. I don't care what anyone says; I don't like or trust Orton. I never have, and I never will."
Trish placed a hand on Jeff's shoulder, and spoke quietly. "Well, maybe you'll just have to accept that Lita likes and trusts him. You never know Jeff, one day she might even love him."
Jeff walked away, letting Trish's hand fall from his shoulder. He paced slightly, and let out a harsh sigh. "I have to go. My match is almost up." He gave Trish a peck on the cheek before leaving the locker room, shutting the door behind him.
The petite blonde fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Jeff had been acting strangely all week. He told her last week that he saw Lita and Randy together... kissing. He told her and they had both said that they were happy for the redhead. Happy that she had found someone and was moving on. But with each passing day, Jeff would grow more and more frustrated with the situation. He simply didn't believe that Randy was a good guy who deserved Lita.
Trish had gotten sick and tired of hearing Jeff complain about the two and their relationship. Every day, there was something else that needed to be said about Randy Orton and his relationship with Lita. When Jeff had first started complaining about Orton, Trish assumed that he simply didn't like him. But now, she was beginning to wonder if Jeff was suffering from a case of jealousy.
All the signs were there. The youngest Hardy wouldn't listen to anyone else, and could see no other view but his own. Yet he refused to talk to Lita; in reality Trish thought that he seemed very angry at the redheaded diva, even though she hadn't done anything to warrant Jeff's anger.
Rubbing her forehead gently, Trish nodded to herself. Jeff was jealous. A small frown set upon her features, and she stood from the couch, making her way towards the arena hallway. She needed to talk to someone. Right away.
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Lita watched the monitor sitting in front of her as Jeff walked down the ramp to his entrance music, making his way to the ring where Christian waited. She didn't actually have a match scheduled for tonight, but she was here with Randy who was wrestling later on. At the moment, the Evolution member was warming up for his match against The Hurricane.
Sinking back into her chair, Lita's thoughts turned to the brunette. They had been 'seeing each other' ever since their date last week, and even though she had spent quite a bit of time with Randy, she still wasn't sure what to make of him. At times he could be an ultimate sweetheart, and then in an instant he could turn into a rude, arrogant jerk. She wasn't sure which side was the real Randy Orton.
A knock at her door brought her back to reality, and Lita welcomed them inside. She was slightly surprised when the door opened and Trish Stratus walked in. "Hey Trish. What can I do for you?"
"Hi Lita. Listen, I just wondering if I could talk to you for a moment? If you have a spare minute." Trish asked politely, stealing a glimpse at the monitor in front of Lita, and recognising that Jeff's match was on.
"Sure." Lita reached for the remote control, turning off the television screen. "Have a seat, Trish."
The blonde diva sat down beside Lita, and sent her a small smile. Trish wasn't really sure how to approach this subject, but decided that she needed to try. She had to talk to Lita; figure out what was going on.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, actually, I was just wondering about you and Randy."
Lita rose an eyebrow at her friend. "What exactly were you wondering about?"
Trish shrugged. "Nothing in particular. I've just overheard alot of things about the two of you... about you being pretty happy with him. And I've noticed that you haven't talked to me about anything that's been going on so, I was just curious. I just wanted to hear for myself how everything was going between you two."
The redhead smiled slightly, a warm blush creeping into her cheeks. "I'm sorry that I haven't really talked to you lately, Trish. I guess I've just been so busy with Randy..."
"So things are going well with you two?"
"Yes. No. Sort of. Oh, I don't know." Lita ran a hand through her long hair, tucking it behind her ears. "Randy really does seem like a great guy. But there are times where he just seems... different. I'm just having a bit of trouble figuring out who he is."
Trish nodded. "I guess that happens, when you get to know someone. It takes a while to truly learn who they are."
Lita sighed, looking down at the couch, playing with the surface. "You're right, I guess. It's just.. hard. It wasn't like this with... I mean he isn't anything like...."
"He's not Jeff." Trish said quickly, a frown beginning to form on her pretty face. "Is that right, Lita? Is that what you were going to say? Things were never like this with Jeff? Randy isn't anything like Jeff?"
"No, no.. Trish, that's not what I meant. That's not what I --"
"Look me in the eyes, Lita."
Lita lifted her head slowly, her brow furrowed as she glanced at Trish, sitting next to her. "What?"
The blonde canadian stood her ground, staring intensely at her friend. "I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me that you are over Jeff Hardy." She shuffled over, sitting closer to Lita. "I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me that you are not in love with him anymore. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want to be with him anymore."
Lita's gaze dropped back to the floor, her red hair falling from behind her ears and curtaining her face. "I..." Her head still bowed, Lita played with her fingernails nervously. "Trish, I don't..." The redheaded diva sighed heavily, unable to complete the sentence.
"I thought so."
Suddenly, Lita's head lifted, and she looked at Trish with tears in her eyes. "I may still feel something for Jeff." She took in a breath, trying to will herself not to cry. "I may not be able to say truthfully that I'm over him, and that I don't love him anymore. Because maybe I still do. But all I want is for him - and you - to be happy." Lita wiped away a tear that made it's way down her cheek. "I want the both of you to be happy, and I know that that's with each other."
"But..."
"Don't try and make me feel better. I know that Jeff is happy with you. And I know that you're happy with him. And that's all I want." Lita stood up from the couch, wiping at her eyes. "I might be able to be happy with Randy. I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll have to find out. But as for you two... you know that you're happy. Don't let what I feel ruin that."
Lita took a last look at the blonde diva sitting on the couch, and then turned for the door. "I have to go find Randy now. Wish him good luck before his match." And before Trish could say anything else, Lita had shut the door behind her.
For the second time that night, Trish was left sitting in a room by herself. By two people that were both living a lie. Both were unable to tell the truth, and accept how they really felt. Trish knew something needed to be done, and soon.
Things were starting to get very messy.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13.
CONTENT: A few swear words, a little betrayal, a touch of violence.. things that make a good fic!
SUMMARY: When Lita lies to cover up the way she really feels about Jeff, will she end up in more trouble? Jeff/Trish, Jeff/Lita.. + Randy Orton, Batista and more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any affiliation with anything or anyone from the WWE.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! I've said it before, and I'll continue to say it - reviews make Cathie happy! So keep on sending them! Please! More!
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"He's an egotistical, conceited, self centred jerk who doesn't care about anyone else besides himself. All he ever talks about is how many girls he's scored with, or which diva here has the biggest rack, or who he'd like to get in the sack the most... he's an arrogant bastard!"
Trish Stratus looked over at Jeff Hardy, who was painting his left arm as he stood in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. Sitting on the couch across the locker room, Trish shifted slightly as she looked at him. "Anything else you'd like to add?"
Jeff looked at his girlfriend through the mirror and caught her gaze. He paused for a little while, completing the dark blue swirl on his shoulder. Then he looked up once more. "He has stupid hair."
Eyebrows raised, Trish sent him a slight smirk. "Look who's talking."
The youngest Hardy brother sent a quick glance towards his own hair, which was coloured with a mixture of dark red and purple. He then turned around to face the blonde diva, and smiled shyly. "Yeah, okay. I'll give you that one." A frown then slid onto his features. "But you can't deny that Orton is a narcissistic prick."
"I don't know, Jeff. Why would Lita be with him if he was like that?" Trish stood up from the couch, and walked over towards him. "She's not a fool. She wouldn't stay with a man like that. And she seems pretty happy. I overheard her talking to Ivory the other day, and she sounded like she really liked Randy. She sounded like she was enjoying herself."
"He must be lying to her, or pretending to be something he isn't." Jeff said quickly, shaking his head in confusion. "Randy Orton is not a nice guy. He just isn't. I don't care what anyone says; I don't like or trust Orton. I never have, and I never will."
Trish placed a hand on Jeff's shoulder, and spoke quietly. "Well, maybe you'll just have to accept that Lita likes and trusts him. You never know Jeff, one day she might even love him."
Jeff walked away, letting Trish's hand fall from his shoulder. He paced slightly, and let out a harsh sigh. "I have to go. My match is almost up." He gave Trish a peck on the cheek before leaving the locker room, shutting the door behind him.
The petite blonde fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Jeff had been acting strangely all week. He told her last week that he saw Lita and Randy together... kissing. He told her and they had both said that they were happy for the redhead. Happy that she had found someone and was moving on. But with each passing day, Jeff would grow more and more frustrated with the situation. He simply didn't believe that Randy was a good guy who deserved Lita.
Trish had gotten sick and tired of hearing Jeff complain about the two and their relationship. Every day, there was something else that needed to be said about Randy Orton and his relationship with Lita. When Jeff had first started complaining about Orton, Trish assumed that he simply didn't like him. But now, she was beginning to wonder if Jeff was suffering from a case of jealousy.
All the signs were there. The youngest Hardy wouldn't listen to anyone else, and could see no other view but his own. Yet he refused to talk to Lita; in reality Trish thought that he seemed very angry at the redheaded diva, even though she hadn't done anything to warrant Jeff's anger.
Rubbing her forehead gently, Trish nodded to herself. Jeff was jealous. A small frown set upon her features, and she stood from the couch, making her way towards the arena hallway. She needed to talk to someone. Right away.
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Lita watched the monitor sitting in front of her as Jeff walked down the ramp to his entrance music, making his way to the ring where Christian waited. She didn't actually have a match scheduled for tonight, but she was here with Randy who was wrestling later on. At the moment, the Evolution member was warming up for his match against The Hurricane.
Sinking back into her chair, Lita's thoughts turned to the brunette. They had been 'seeing each other' ever since their date last week, and even though she had spent quite a bit of time with Randy, she still wasn't sure what to make of him. At times he could be an ultimate sweetheart, and then in an instant he could turn into a rude, arrogant jerk. She wasn't sure which side was the real Randy Orton.
A knock at her door brought her back to reality, and Lita welcomed them inside. She was slightly surprised when the door opened and Trish Stratus walked in. "Hey Trish. What can I do for you?"
"Hi Lita. Listen, I just wondering if I could talk to you for a moment? If you have a spare minute." Trish asked politely, stealing a glimpse at the monitor in front of Lita, and recognising that Jeff's match was on.
"Sure." Lita reached for the remote control, turning off the television screen. "Have a seat, Trish."
The blonde diva sat down beside Lita, and sent her a small smile. Trish wasn't really sure how to approach this subject, but decided that she needed to try. She had to talk to Lita; figure out what was going on.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well, actually, I was just wondering about you and Randy."
Lita rose an eyebrow at her friend. "What exactly were you wondering about?"
Trish shrugged. "Nothing in particular. I've just overheard alot of things about the two of you... about you being pretty happy with him. And I've noticed that you haven't talked to me about anything that's been going on so, I was just curious. I just wanted to hear for myself how everything was going between you two."
The redhead smiled slightly, a warm blush creeping into her cheeks. "I'm sorry that I haven't really talked to you lately, Trish. I guess I've just been so busy with Randy..."
"So things are going well with you two?"
"Yes. No. Sort of. Oh, I don't know." Lita ran a hand through her long hair, tucking it behind her ears. "Randy really does seem like a great guy. But there are times where he just seems... different. I'm just having a bit of trouble figuring out who he is."
Trish nodded. "I guess that happens, when you get to know someone. It takes a while to truly learn who they are."
Lita sighed, looking down at the couch, playing with the surface. "You're right, I guess. It's just.. hard. It wasn't like this with... I mean he isn't anything like...."
"He's not Jeff." Trish said quickly, a frown beginning to form on her pretty face. "Is that right, Lita? Is that what you were going to say? Things were never like this with Jeff? Randy isn't anything like Jeff?"
"No, no.. Trish, that's not what I meant. That's not what I --"
"Look me in the eyes, Lita."
Lita lifted her head slowly, her brow furrowed as she glanced at Trish, sitting next to her. "What?"
The blonde canadian stood her ground, staring intensely at her friend. "I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me that you are over Jeff Hardy." She shuffled over, sitting closer to Lita. "I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me that you are not in love with him anymore. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want to be with him anymore."
Lita's gaze dropped back to the floor, her red hair falling from behind her ears and curtaining her face. "I..." Her head still bowed, Lita played with her fingernails nervously. "Trish, I don't..." The redheaded diva sighed heavily, unable to complete the sentence.
"I thought so."
Suddenly, Lita's head lifted, and she looked at Trish with tears in her eyes. "I may still feel something for Jeff." She took in a breath, trying to will herself not to cry. "I may not be able to say truthfully that I'm over him, and that I don't love him anymore. Because maybe I still do. But all I want is for him - and you - to be happy." Lita wiped away a tear that made it's way down her cheek. "I want the both of you to be happy, and I know that that's with each other."
"But..."
"Don't try and make me feel better. I know that Jeff is happy with you. And I know that you're happy with him. And that's all I want." Lita stood up from the couch, wiping at her eyes. "I might be able to be happy with Randy. I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll have to find out. But as for you two... you know that you're happy. Don't let what I feel ruin that."
Lita took a last look at the blonde diva sitting on the couch, and then turned for the door. "I have to go find Randy now. Wish him good luck before his match." And before Trish could say anything else, Lita had shut the door behind her.
For the second time that night, Trish was left sitting in a room by herself. By two people that were both living a lie. Both were unable to tell the truth, and accept how they really felt. Trish knew something needed to be done, and soon.
Things were starting to get very messy.