[Here ya go, the next chapter-D.S]

As she and the rest of the Divas made their way to the back, she smiled her first smile in a week. This Sunday she was going home, and she had a match with the rest of her colleagues. She had finally gotten her mind off Chris, and was happy for the first time in 2 weeks. Changing her mind, she didn't take Lita's advice last week and call Chris. Word had gotten around that Chris and Stephanie had gone out last week after Raw, so she'd wanted to give him a few more days to think.

Making her way down the stairs in the gorilla position, she separated herself from the rest of the Diva's and made her way to her private dressing room. On her way back, she stopped in to see Edge.

"Hey."

"What do you want?"

"Whoa, calm down."

"Sorry Trish, I'm just a little angry."

"Understandable. But if I recall, you cheated yourself to retain that title against Randy, and before that you did it to win against Batista."

"It's totally..."

"Different? Not really though. Just don't get so worked up over it. It was just a match and you're lucky it wasn't for the title."

"Well..."

"Exactly. Now get over it!"

"Yeah, and you get over the fact that Chris is friends with Stephanie."

"Now that is totally different Edge."

"How?"

"It just is. I've got to go."

"Sooner or later you're going to have to talk about it."

She heard his last comment as she walked out of his locker room. Heading to her own, she put the title over her shoulder and flipped her hair. Opening the door to her locker room, something caught her eye. A bouquet of roses was sitting on the table with a note attached. She walked over and picked up the note.

The familiar writing sent chills up her spine, and a single tear fell from her eye. The words 'I miss you,' were written in red ink, and it wasn't signed. It didn't have to be. She knew that handwriting anywhere. Sitting back on the couch, and wrapped her arms around herself and put her head on her knees.

Sitting back up, she set the note back on the table, and pulled her duffle bag over to her. She put in her things that she had taken out and zipped it back up. As she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, she stood up off her couch and shouldered her bag. She picked up the flowers, and the note, and headed towards the door. Shutting off the light, she closed the door behind her, and walked towards her car.

Back at the hotel, and laying in bed, Chris had found a show to watch. His head was on his arms, and he could feel the dampness of his hair. A cool breeze from the air conditioner swept over his bare stomach so he pulled the covers over himself. As he watched the T.V he began to think about Trish. The week before she broke up with him they had been in Tampa looking for a house.

"'Awe, that one has a white picket fence! I've always wanted one!"

"But at the last house you wanted the tree in the backyard."

"Well don't you like the fence better?"

He smiled to himself but then stopped. He had never answered her question just rushed her along. Running his fingers through his hair again, he buried himself deeper under the covers. A knock on the door brought him out of his trance.

"Yeah, one second!" He got off the bed and walked to the door. "Yep?"

"Mr. Jericho?"

"That's me."

"A Miss McMahon asked me to give you this note."

"Thank you."

Closing the door he opened the folded piece of paper.

'Chris, well she got the flowers and took them with her so that's a start. I'll try to talk to her this week, or next week. See ya soon. Steph.'

As he headed back towards his bed, another soft knock at the door came and he turned back around and unlocked it again. Slowly he opened it...

[I really didn't know what to write for this chapter, and I was kind of stuck, so I ended it here. It's really, really, really late I'm sorry. A lot of stuff has been going on, and yeah. Review me please.]