TITLE: False Appearances.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
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RATING: M 15 .
CONTENT: Heavy language.
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, Lita/Randy Orton many 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: I will not function without feedback! I'm being totally honest here! I need it to LIVE!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, I know. It's been absolutely FOREVER. I've had the worst case of writer's block ever known to man. But after months of bitching, crying, whinging and moaning.. I've finally been able to get a chapter done. Whoo hoo! I'm hoping this will get the creative juices flowing, so that I can start churning out the chapters more regularly.. like I used to. Fingers crossed.
ANYWAY! Onto the story!
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Trish Stratus lazily popped a piece of chocolate in her mouth, as she lay sprawled across the large hotel bed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked to her side at the man that lay next to her and smiled, her mouth still full of chocolate.
"That's an extremely attractive look, you know."
At his words, she smiled even more, giggling slightly. She ran her tongue around her teeth, licking away the chocolate. "Any look I have is attractive, honey. You oughta know that by now."
Jeff Hardy rolled onto his back, and smirked at the ceiling. "You know I know that. That's how you manage to get away with everything. Just by giving me one of your little 'looks'."
"Just one of my many talents," Trish breathed, crawling across the bed to climb ontop of Jeff. He took in a gasp as she settled on his chest.
"You know, I should probably start learning how to say no to you. It's not healthy saying yes to you all the time."
Leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips, Trish chewed on her bottom lip gently. "You'd never be able to do it. I always get what I want." She bent down, capturing his lips with hers. She ran her tongue carefully across his bottom lip, causing a growl to escape from deep within Jeff's throat.
As she pulled away, he looked up at her from heavy eyelids and sent her a small smile. "Mmmmm. Chocolatey."
She laughed, leaning back to tuck her hair behind her ears. Gosh, she adored this man. This was so completely different to any other relationship she'd had before. Jeff was sweet, and funny. He made her laugh all the time. And he was gorgeous, and considerate, and sexy, and a great lover, and he always wanted the best for her. Sometimes, she was so overcome with happiness that her head would start spinning from it all.
And she loved it.
The thing with Lita and Randy had pretty much ended, now. It had been weeks since their confrontation before RAW that night in the cafeteria, and while things had been pretty tense and awkward after that, things were going pretty good. Well, if you could consider Lita and Jeff not saying a word to each other good, then yeah, things were going splendidly.
Trish didn't necessarily agree with the ignore-and-avoid-it-and-everything-will-go-away method that both Jeff and Lita seemed to have adopted towards the entire situation, but all she knew was that Jeff had been happier the past few weeks than he had been in a long time. Probably ever since he found out about Lita and Randy. And Trish counted that as a definite plus. She loved having a happy Jeff, not a miserable, bitter, jealous one.
Finally, it seemed that he had moved on from whatever it was that was making him so damn angry about Randy Orton and Lita. And the blonde haired diva couldn't have been happier.
Giving him another soft kiss, she slowly slid off from ontop of Jeff, easing herself off the bed. "What time is our flight in the morning? I hope it's not too early. I've got quite a bit planned for us tonight."
At the throaty tone of her voice, Jeff let out a muffled groan. "You're gonna be the death of me, Trish. You do know that, don't you?" She reacted with a smirk. "The plane leaves at eight. We have to be at the airport at least two hours before that."
Pouting, Trish grabbed a hair tie from the dresser, and pulled her golden locks back into a loose ponytail. "Then I guess that means that we'll have to have an early night tonight. That's no fun."
Jeff was about to answer, a cheeky glint in his green eyes, when the phone on the bedside table rang. He picked up the receiver quickly. "Hello?... Yes, speaking... good thanks.... ah, yes, I am actually.... it is?... great, I've been looking forward to getting it.... I'll be down in a minute... thanks." Putting the phone down, Jeff swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through his ruffled green hair.
"Who was that?"
"Just the desk clerk downstairs. He's got a package down there for me."
The corners of Trish's lips turned up playfully. "A secret package?"
Jeff shook his head, smiling brightly. "Nothing that exciting, darlin'. Sorry to disappoint you. It's just a new pair of ring pants. My old ones are starting to fall apart."
Sauntering over to his side of the bed, Trish wrapped her arms around his neck, standing between his legs. "Nothing wrong with your pants falling apart, sweetie. I know I'd enjoy watching that."
"Ha ha, very funny," Jeff turned his head slightly and placed a kiss on her arm. "Anyway, I'll just be a second and pop down and get it." As he tried to stand, Trish pushed on his shoulders and sat him back down.
"You just stay right there, mister. I'll go get it."
Jeff shook his head gently. "No, don't worry about it. I'll go down and get it. It is my package, after all."
Trish scrunched up her nose, and gave him a wry smile. "Look buddy, I'm already up, so I may as well go get it. Plus, I need to decide if these new pants are worth keeping. They have to pass my high level of standards."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. She didn't budge. "Fine, if you really want to go that badly."
She stepped out of his arms, and made her way to the door. Giving him a wink, she stepped out into the hall. "See? I always get what I want."
Closing the door behind her, Trish made her way down the hotel corridor towards the elevator at the end of the hall. As she walked, she giggled, thinking about how she was going to make Jeff give her a personal fashion show once she got back up to the room.
Pausing at the elevator door, the blonde diva pressed the 'down' button. She watched as slowly, the elevator descended from the floor before hers. The metal doors opened with a high pitched ding, and she hesitated before stepping in.
"Hey Stratus."
She straightened her back, folding her arms across her chest. "Hello Randy."
The dark haired man looked down at his feet before clearing his throat. "So, uh, how are you?"
"I'm fine," she answered quickly, slightly uncomfortable. She intended to leave the conversation with that, but she stole a quick glance at the man beside her and realised that he looked genuinely interested. She let out a breath, and felt bad for being uncomfortable around him. Wasn't the one who was happy that Jeff was getting past this? There was no need for this tension between them. "How are you?"
Randy looked over at her, seemingly surprised that she had spoken back. "I'm.. good, actually. Really good." Trish noticed that his shoulders relaxed slightly, as if he had let go of the tension between them, just as she had.
She gave a soft smile, turning to face him. "Good to hear. And how's Lita doing?"
She watched carefully as Randy's eyes lit up, the blue in his eyes suddenly seeming to sparkle. A smile appeared on his lips, his dimples digging into his cheeks happily. "She's great. Doing really well. We're actually planning on spending a weekend away together soon, probably within the next month or so."
Trish's eyes widened. "Wow! That's... great to hear, Randy. Where are you guys going to go?"
"Probably somewhere really remote, you know? Like in the middle of the bush somewhere, or on a deserted beach," he shrugged, almost shyly. "Something like that. I haven't got all the details planned, yet."
Trish smiled at him. It was amazing, the way he spoke about it all. The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes... that smile! This man had fallen head over heels for Lita - there was no mistaking that! He absolutely adored her. Randy had gone from an arrogant, skirt-chasing asshole, to this beaming sweetheart. It was an incredible thing to see.
"So, uh, how's Jeff doing, then?"
Breaking out of her thoughts, Trish nodded at Randy. "He's doing pretty good, thanks. I'm actually on my way down to the front desk now to pick up these new ring pants that he bought... I swear, he's worse than me when it comes to clothes, sometimes!"
They shared a good natured laugh as the elevator slowed to a stop, opening it's doors to the ground floor. They walked out together, still laughing.
"I'm glad to hear you two are doing well," Randy said, glancing at Trish as they walked. "It seems like this relationship is a good thing for both of you. And, you know, if I seemed like a jerk that time in the cafeteria..."
"Don't worry about it Randy. Things were really heavy and tense and just completely awkward then." She stopped walking, and trained her eyes on him. "Things are better now though, aren't they?"
Randy paused, watching the petite woman carefully. Her question was actually more of a statement, one that he agreed with. His relationship with Lita was going exactly the way he wanted it to go, and they were happy together. And now it seemed that things with Trish and Jeff were moving along well, too. "Yeah Trish, they are."
She smiled brilliantly, happy with his answer, and continued her way to the front desk. He followed quickly, catching up with her steps and they continued to walk together.
"You on your way to the front desk, too?"
Randy nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna ask the clerk if it's possible for them to bring up a bottle of champagne and candles and roses and all that kind of stuff with dinner tonight." He chuckled at Trish's amazed look. "I could've just called down from the room, I guess, but Lita's watching a movie in the room and.. I wanted it to be a surprise. I told her I was going to visit Batista for a little while."
The blonde nodded her approval. "Good cover."
They approached the front desk, and Trish told the clerk that she was there to pick up the parcel. She signed, and he handed her a white box, which she tucked under her arm before turning to Randy. "Well, I've got his pants. So, I'll be going back up now." She sent Randy a soft smile. "It was nice talking to you, Randy."
"You too, Trish."
She turned away, making her way back to the elevator, when she heard Randy's footsteps behind her. "Hey, Trish, you know, maybe we could get together sometime."
Trish ducked her head, flushing slightly. "Randy, it has been lovely talking to you, but you know Jeff and I -"
"I meant all of us. You, Jeff, me and Lita." He gave a crooked smile. "Kind of like a double date."
She let out a tiny laugh at his words. "You know what? That might be nice. I like that idea."
"Good. So do I." The dark haired man looked down at Trish gently. "It'd be nice if we could all be friends, you know?"
"I know." Trish tucker her hair behind her ears. "I'll see you later, Randy."
"See ya, Trish."
The golden haired diva rode the elevator back to her floor, thinking about how pleasant it had been talking to Randy. And to think, that when she first stepped into that elevator with him, she had been overcome with anger for him. For what? Something that was over with now. Her conversation with him got her thinking. It would be fun if they could all get together, and put all this tension behind them once and for all. Then things could get back to normal, and everyone would be friends, and she wouldn't feel so damn bad every time she saw Lita...
The ding of the elevator doors opening brought Trish back to reality, as she stepped out of the metal doors and moved down the corridor towards her room. She swiped the keycard quickly, and opened the door, holding the box out in front of her.
"Ta-da! Here are the all important pants!"
Jeff rushed up from the bed, smiling excitedly. He took the box from her, and tore at the wrapping that kept the package sealed. "I can't wait to see them! I can't wait to put them on! I can't wait to wrestle in them!"
Trish shook her head playfully as she stepped towards him. "Just like a little kid opening his Christmas present."
He spun around to look at her, eyes wide. "This is even better than a Christmas present! These are new pants!"
Giggling, Trish pushed him towards the bathroom. "So hurry up and go put them on! I want my personal fashion show, and I want it now!"
Jeff flew into the bathroom, kicking the door gently behind him, so that it stayed open slightly. "Alright, alright! If you hadn't of taken so long in the first place, I could already be strutting around in these babies for you!"
Trish sat on the side of the bed, watching the crack in the bathroom door. "I ran into Randy in the elevator. We got to talking."
Suddenly, the door opened, and Jeff emerged, wearing only his shirt and boxer shorts. "You spoke to Randy?"
"Well, yeah. We were both going to the front desk, and we just started chatting."
A frown appeared on Jeff's features as he stepped closer to Trish. "About what?"
Trish looked at him with eyebrows raised. "About nothing in particular, really. About him and Lita, and me and you... and, what does it matter anyway?"
Jeff continued to frown, until he slowly shook his head and turned back towards the bathroom. "It doesn't. I'm sorry.. forget it."
"He did suggest that maybe the four of us should get together sometime and do something," Trish added, playing with her fingernails as she sat on the bed. "You know, like a double date. I told him it was a good idea."
Jeff whipped around once more, an incredulous look on his face. "And you actually believe that's a good idea?"
Startled by his snappish behaviour, Trish stood from the bed, her brow furrowing. "Yeah, I do! Why wouldn't it be?"
"Trish!" Jeff held his arms out, gesturing to her. "You KNOW I can't stand Orton! You know that! I never have liked the guy, and I never will! And I haven't even spoken to Lita in over a month... It is just not a good idea at all, and I can't believe that you would think for a second that it would be!"
"Maybe I just thought that you had actually started to get over all this crap, Jeff! I have! And it sure as hell looks like Randy and Lita have, too! So why haven't you? Why are you still so angry?"
"Because!" Jeff stuttered, waving his arms in the air. "Because! Randy is a dick!"
Trish's eyes darkened as she stepped closer. "No, I want a REAL answer. Why haven't you moved on from this, Jeffrey? Why is it still such a FUCKING big deal to you that Randy and Lita are together?"
Breathing heavily, Jeff frowned heavily as he cast his glance down to the floor, unable to answer his girlfriend.
"Jeff? Answer me!"
Nothing.
Trish bit her lower lip harshly, as she watched him stay still and silent and avoid her gaze. She turned to the door, her hand on the doorknob. "I can't stay here. I'm going to room with Stacy. I can't stand to be in the same room as you. And until you can give me an answer, a REAL answer that is the absolute truth..." she sighed sadly, unable to finish her sentence. Trish took a breath, glancing at the Hardy who still stood near the bed in only his boxers, his eyes on the hotel floor.
"Until then, I don't want to hear another word from you."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL:
RATING: M 15 .
CONTENT: Heavy language.
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, Lita/Randy Orton many 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: I will not function without feedback! I'm being totally honest here! I need it to LIVE!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, I know. It's been absolutely FOREVER. I've had the worst case of writer's block ever known to man. But after months of bitching, crying, whinging and moaning.. I've finally been able to get a chapter done. Whoo hoo! I'm hoping this will get the creative juices flowing, so that I can start churning out the chapters more regularly.. like I used to. Fingers crossed.
ANYWAY! Onto the story!
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Trish Stratus lazily popped a piece of chocolate in her mouth, as she lay sprawled across the large hotel bed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked to her side at the man that lay next to her and smiled, her mouth still full of chocolate.
"That's an extremely attractive look, you know."
At his words, she smiled even more, giggling slightly. She ran her tongue around her teeth, licking away the chocolate. "Any look I have is attractive, honey. You oughta know that by now."
Jeff Hardy rolled onto his back, and smirked at the ceiling. "You know I know that. That's how you manage to get away with everything. Just by giving me one of your little 'looks'."
"Just one of my many talents," Trish breathed, crawling across the bed to climb ontop of Jeff. He took in a gasp as she settled on his chest.
"You know, I should probably start learning how to say no to you. It's not healthy saying yes to you all the time."
Leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips, Trish chewed on her bottom lip gently. "You'd never be able to do it. I always get what I want." She bent down, capturing his lips with hers. She ran her tongue carefully across his bottom lip, causing a growl to escape from deep within Jeff's throat.
As she pulled away, he looked up at her from heavy eyelids and sent her a small smile. "Mmmmm. Chocolatey."
She laughed, leaning back to tuck her hair behind her ears. Gosh, she adored this man. This was so completely different to any other relationship she'd had before. Jeff was sweet, and funny. He made her laugh all the time. And he was gorgeous, and considerate, and sexy, and a great lover, and he always wanted the best for her. Sometimes, she was so overcome with happiness that her head would start spinning from it all.
And she loved it.
The thing with Lita and Randy had pretty much ended, now. It had been weeks since their confrontation before RAW that night in the cafeteria, and while things had been pretty tense and awkward after that, things were going pretty good. Well, if you could consider Lita and Jeff not saying a word to each other good, then yeah, things were going splendidly.
Trish didn't necessarily agree with the ignore-and-avoid-it-and-everything-will-go-away method that both Jeff and Lita seemed to have adopted towards the entire situation, but all she knew was that Jeff had been happier the past few weeks than he had been in a long time. Probably ever since he found out about Lita and Randy. And Trish counted that as a definite plus. She loved having a happy Jeff, not a miserable, bitter, jealous one.
Finally, it seemed that he had moved on from whatever it was that was making him so damn angry about Randy Orton and Lita. And the blonde haired diva couldn't have been happier.
Giving him another soft kiss, she slowly slid off from ontop of Jeff, easing herself off the bed. "What time is our flight in the morning? I hope it's not too early. I've got quite a bit planned for us tonight."
At the throaty tone of her voice, Jeff let out a muffled groan. "You're gonna be the death of me, Trish. You do know that, don't you?" She reacted with a smirk. "The plane leaves at eight. We have to be at the airport at least two hours before that."
Pouting, Trish grabbed a hair tie from the dresser, and pulled her golden locks back into a loose ponytail. "Then I guess that means that we'll have to have an early night tonight. That's no fun."
Jeff was about to answer, a cheeky glint in his green eyes, when the phone on the bedside table rang. He picked up the receiver quickly. "Hello?... Yes, speaking... good thanks.... ah, yes, I am actually.... it is?... great, I've been looking forward to getting it.... I'll be down in a minute... thanks." Putting the phone down, Jeff swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through his ruffled green hair.
"Who was that?"
"Just the desk clerk downstairs. He's got a package down there for me."
The corners of Trish's lips turned up playfully. "A secret package?"
Jeff shook his head, smiling brightly. "Nothing that exciting, darlin'. Sorry to disappoint you. It's just a new pair of ring pants. My old ones are starting to fall apart."
Sauntering over to his side of the bed, Trish wrapped her arms around his neck, standing between his legs. "Nothing wrong with your pants falling apart, sweetie. I know I'd enjoy watching that."
"Ha ha, very funny," Jeff turned his head slightly and placed a kiss on her arm. "Anyway, I'll just be a second and pop down and get it." As he tried to stand, Trish pushed on his shoulders and sat him back down.
"You just stay right there, mister. I'll go get it."
Jeff shook his head gently. "No, don't worry about it. I'll go down and get it. It is my package, after all."
Trish scrunched up her nose, and gave him a wry smile. "Look buddy, I'm already up, so I may as well go get it. Plus, I need to decide if these new pants are worth keeping. They have to pass my high level of standards."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. She didn't budge. "Fine, if you really want to go that badly."
She stepped out of his arms, and made her way to the door. Giving him a wink, she stepped out into the hall. "See? I always get what I want."
Closing the door behind her, Trish made her way down the hotel corridor towards the elevator at the end of the hall. As she walked, she giggled, thinking about how she was going to make Jeff give her a personal fashion show once she got back up to the room.
Pausing at the elevator door, the blonde diva pressed the 'down' button. She watched as slowly, the elevator descended from the floor before hers. The metal doors opened with a high pitched ding, and she hesitated before stepping in.
"Hey Stratus."
She straightened her back, folding her arms across her chest. "Hello Randy."
The dark haired man looked down at his feet before clearing his throat. "So, uh, how are you?"
"I'm fine," she answered quickly, slightly uncomfortable. She intended to leave the conversation with that, but she stole a quick glance at the man beside her and realised that he looked genuinely interested. She let out a breath, and felt bad for being uncomfortable around him. Wasn't the one who was happy that Jeff was getting past this? There was no need for this tension between them. "How are you?"
Randy looked over at her, seemingly surprised that she had spoken back. "I'm.. good, actually. Really good." Trish noticed that his shoulders relaxed slightly, as if he had let go of the tension between them, just as she had.
She gave a soft smile, turning to face him. "Good to hear. And how's Lita doing?"
She watched carefully as Randy's eyes lit up, the blue in his eyes suddenly seeming to sparkle. A smile appeared on his lips, his dimples digging into his cheeks happily. "She's great. Doing really well. We're actually planning on spending a weekend away together soon, probably within the next month or so."
Trish's eyes widened. "Wow! That's... great to hear, Randy. Where are you guys going to go?"
"Probably somewhere really remote, you know? Like in the middle of the bush somewhere, or on a deserted beach," he shrugged, almost shyly. "Something like that. I haven't got all the details planned, yet."
Trish smiled at him. It was amazing, the way he spoke about it all. The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes... that smile! This man had fallen head over heels for Lita - there was no mistaking that! He absolutely adored her. Randy had gone from an arrogant, skirt-chasing asshole, to this beaming sweetheart. It was an incredible thing to see.
"So, uh, how's Jeff doing, then?"
Breaking out of her thoughts, Trish nodded at Randy. "He's doing pretty good, thanks. I'm actually on my way down to the front desk now to pick up these new ring pants that he bought... I swear, he's worse than me when it comes to clothes, sometimes!"
They shared a good natured laugh as the elevator slowed to a stop, opening it's doors to the ground floor. They walked out together, still laughing.
"I'm glad to hear you two are doing well," Randy said, glancing at Trish as they walked. "It seems like this relationship is a good thing for both of you. And, you know, if I seemed like a jerk that time in the cafeteria..."
"Don't worry about it Randy. Things were really heavy and tense and just completely awkward then." She stopped walking, and trained her eyes on him. "Things are better now though, aren't they?"
Randy paused, watching the petite woman carefully. Her question was actually more of a statement, one that he agreed with. His relationship with Lita was going exactly the way he wanted it to go, and they were happy together. And now it seemed that things with Trish and Jeff were moving along well, too. "Yeah Trish, they are."
She smiled brilliantly, happy with his answer, and continued her way to the front desk. He followed quickly, catching up with her steps and they continued to walk together.
"You on your way to the front desk, too?"
Randy nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna ask the clerk if it's possible for them to bring up a bottle of champagne and candles and roses and all that kind of stuff with dinner tonight." He chuckled at Trish's amazed look. "I could've just called down from the room, I guess, but Lita's watching a movie in the room and.. I wanted it to be a surprise. I told her I was going to visit Batista for a little while."
The blonde nodded her approval. "Good cover."
They approached the front desk, and Trish told the clerk that she was there to pick up the parcel. She signed, and he handed her a white box, which she tucked under her arm before turning to Randy. "Well, I've got his pants. So, I'll be going back up now." She sent Randy a soft smile. "It was nice talking to you, Randy."
"You too, Trish."
She turned away, making her way back to the elevator, when she heard Randy's footsteps behind her. "Hey, Trish, you know, maybe we could get together sometime."
Trish ducked her head, flushing slightly. "Randy, it has been lovely talking to you, but you know Jeff and I -"
"I meant all of us. You, Jeff, me and Lita." He gave a crooked smile. "Kind of like a double date."
She let out a tiny laugh at his words. "You know what? That might be nice. I like that idea."
"Good. So do I." The dark haired man looked down at Trish gently. "It'd be nice if we could all be friends, you know?"
"I know." Trish tucker her hair behind her ears. "I'll see you later, Randy."
"See ya, Trish."
The golden haired diva rode the elevator back to her floor, thinking about how pleasant it had been talking to Randy. And to think, that when she first stepped into that elevator with him, she had been overcome with anger for him. For what? Something that was over with now. Her conversation with him got her thinking. It would be fun if they could all get together, and put all this tension behind them once and for all. Then things could get back to normal, and everyone would be friends, and she wouldn't feel so damn bad every time she saw Lita...
The ding of the elevator doors opening brought Trish back to reality, as she stepped out of the metal doors and moved down the corridor towards her room. She swiped the keycard quickly, and opened the door, holding the box out in front of her.
"Ta-da! Here are the all important pants!"
Jeff rushed up from the bed, smiling excitedly. He took the box from her, and tore at the wrapping that kept the package sealed. "I can't wait to see them! I can't wait to put them on! I can't wait to wrestle in them!"
Trish shook her head playfully as she stepped towards him. "Just like a little kid opening his Christmas present."
He spun around to look at her, eyes wide. "This is even better than a Christmas present! These are new pants!"
Giggling, Trish pushed him towards the bathroom. "So hurry up and go put them on! I want my personal fashion show, and I want it now!"
Jeff flew into the bathroom, kicking the door gently behind him, so that it stayed open slightly. "Alright, alright! If you hadn't of taken so long in the first place, I could already be strutting around in these babies for you!"
Trish sat on the side of the bed, watching the crack in the bathroom door. "I ran into Randy in the elevator. We got to talking."
Suddenly, the door opened, and Jeff emerged, wearing only his shirt and boxer shorts. "You spoke to Randy?"
"Well, yeah. We were both going to the front desk, and we just started chatting."
A frown appeared on Jeff's features as he stepped closer to Trish. "About what?"
Trish looked at him with eyebrows raised. "About nothing in particular, really. About him and Lita, and me and you... and, what does it matter anyway?"
Jeff continued to frown, until he slowly shook his head and turned back towards the bathroom. "It doesn't. I'm sorry.. forget it."
"He did suggest that maybe the four of us should get together sometime and do something," Trish added, playing with her fingernails as she sat on the bed. "You know, like a double date. I told him it was a good idea."
Jeff whipped around once more, an incredulous look on his face. "And you actually believe that's a good idea?"
Startled by his snappish behaviour, Trish stood from the bed, her brow furrowing. "Yeah, I do! Why wouldn't it be?"
"Trish!" Jeff held his arms out, gesturing to her. "You KNOW I can't stand Orton! You know that! I never have liked the guy, and I never will! And I haven't even spoken to Lita in over a month... It is just not a good idea at all, and I can't believe that you would think for a second that it would be!"
"Maybe I just thought that you had actually started to get over all this crap, Jeff! I have! And it sure as hell looks like Randy and Lita have, too! So why haven't you? Why are you still so angry?"
"Because!" Jeff stuttered, waving his arms in the air. "Because! Randy is a dick!"
Trish's eyes darkened as she stepped closer. "No, I want a REAL answer. Why haven't you moved on from this, Jeffrey? Why is it still such a FUCKING big deal to you that Randy and Lita are together?"
Breathing heavily, Jeff frowned heavily as he cast his glance down to the floor, unable to answer his girlfriend.
"Jeff? Answer me!"
Nothing.
Trish bit her lower lip harshly, as she watched him stay still and silent and avoid her gaze. She turned to the door, her hand on the doorknob. "I can't stay here. I'm going to room with Stacy. I can't stand to be in the same room as you. And until you can give me an answer, a REAL answer that is the absolute truth..." she sighed sadly, unable to finish her sentence. Trish took a breath, glancing at the Hardy who still stood near the bed in only his boxers, his eyes on the hotel floor.
"Until then, I don't want to hear another word from you."