PART 2
ONE MONTH LATER
Trish sat in the back of the Women's Locker Room, pretending to be reading a magazine. It had been about a month since Vince McMahon had reformed Evolution, and Trish hated the angle more now than ever. All the things she had feared happening were slowly but surely coming true. She couldn't remember the last time her and Randy spent a night together as a couple. They rarely saw each other on their days off, and all of Randy's time on the road was being spent with his new friends. He went out virtually every night with Paul, Ric, and Kevin Nash, and sometimes he wouldn't return to their hotel until three or four in the morning. What was worse for Trish was that she couldn't blame Randy. He hadn't really done anything to hurt her… he'd even invited her to go along with the guys from time to time, but she always refused. She wanted nothing to do with those guys… the only problem with that was that Randy was constantly with them. Trish sighed, not hearing the door open. Amy Dumas and Dawn Marie made their way into the room. Once Amy noticed Trish in the back, she grabbed Dawn by the arm, gesturing to the distraught looking diva.
"Hey Trish, what's wrong?" Amy asked, garnering the blonde woman's attention.
Sighing again, Trish responded, "Oh nothing Ames." The two women sat down on either side of her, neither one of them believing her answer at all.
"Bullshit," Dawn Marie said. "Come on, you know you can tell us. What's the matter?" Trish ran her manicured fingers through her hair, but she said nothing, simply turning her attention back to her magazine. Amy had a pretty good idea as to what… rather, *who*… was bothering her friend.
"It's Randy, isn't it?" the redhead asked. Trish nodded sadly.
"Yeah… I just don't understand why this is happening. I mean, Randy isn't like them. When he's with me he's so sweet and caring, but as soon as Paul and Ric come along and ask for him, it's like he's a totally different person," she explained.
"I never did like that Levesque. All he does is use people for money and power," Amy commented.
"Yeah, look at what he did and continues to do to poor Stephanie. I feel horrible for her. The way he uses her… it's such a shame. I know I wouldn't want my boyfriend to take after him," Dawn added. Trish frowned… her friends' words certainly weren't making her feel any better.
"Gee thanks guys," Trish said sarcastically. Dawn frowned. Her comment was a little insensitive. She sighed, placing her hand on the Canadian's shoulder.
"I'm sorry Trish. Is there anything we can do to make you feel better, even if it's just a little bit?" she asked. The blonde woman thought for a moment, pondering what she could do to get her mind off of Randy. Amy thought about it too, when suddenly an idea popped into her head.
"I know!" she said excitedly. "Dawn and I are supposed to go to a club tonight with Matt, Jeff, the Canadians, and a bunch of other people… you should come with us!" Dawn nodded, smiling as she remembered the plans they had made earlier.
Trish frowned, "I don't know guys…" She wasn't much of a partier, and she usually just went right back to her hotel after shows. Still, a night out *would* be a good way to get all her thoughts out of her mind. Maybe it would be good for her after all… that way, she wouldn't be spending her whole night thinking of where Randy was and what he was up to.
"Oh come on… please?" Dawn said, pouting at her and giving her puppy dog eyes. Trish broke into a small smile and laughed.
"Okay, okay, I'll go. Maybe it'll be good for me," she replied. "Now, I'm going to see if I can find Randy now… maybe I can get him to break away from Levesque and join us." With that, she stood, fixing the hem of her shirt as she made her way out of the room. Once she was gone, Dawn and Amy turned to each other, grinning as they high-fived over their victory.
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As soon as Trish stepped out of the locker room, she bumped right into the man she was looking for. She grinned as he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey, I was just about to knock," he said, grinning.
"I was just about to come look for you," she replied. She pulled his face to hers for another kiss, this one lingering a little longer.
"You seem happy," Randy noted. She hadn't really been too thrilled with him since he started hanging out with Paul and his friends again. He couldn't blame her, as he did have a tendency to ignore her when Levesque was around, but he couldn't help it… after all, he was responsible for getting him the nice push he was receiving.
"I am. Listen, I know you're probably supposed to go out with Paul tonight, but do you think you could make a change, just this once?" she requested.
"Well what would I be changing my plans to?" he questioned curiously. He supposed he *did* owe her at least one night after all the time he'd spent out.
"Well, I was just talking to Amy and Dawn, and they want me to go this club with them and the guys. I haven't gone out with them in so long, and I want you to come with me," she answered. Randy frowned. He didn't exactly fit in with Amy's crowd… they were just different then he was. He wanted to make Trish happy, but he didn't want to do by hanging out with her friends.
"I-I don't know Trish… who's going? Which guys?" he asked.
"Oh please! Matt and Jeff are going, and so is Chris, and Adam and Jay, and probably Shane and Shannon, maybe even Brock and Rob," she said. Randy had only heard some of the names, as he stopped thinking after hearing the fourth one. Adam. Adam Copeland had always had a thing for his girlfriend, and he knew it. He didn't think Trish saw him as anything more than a friend, but he still didn't want her hanging around him. Sighing, he figured he'd better go with Trish… it would keep her happy for awhile, and he could keep an eye on Adam. He didn't think Adam would ever make a move on Trish, but he wanted to be totally sure.
"Oh, alright. I'll go talk to Paul now," he gave in, causing Trish to break out into a huge grin. She stood on her toes and kissed him again.
"Thank you Randy… I'm gonna go find the guys and tell them we're going," she said before walking away. Randy sighed, leaning up against the door. He knew Paul wasn't going to like it when he said he wasn't going with them that night.
THAT NIGHTPaul Levesque sat on the couch in the Evolution locker room. He smiled and nodded as Flair came in and joined him, sitting across from him on an armchair. The two of them sat in silence, watching as the theme song of Raw began to play through the arena. The door opened, and both men looked up to see Randy Orton.
"Hey kid, where have you been?" Paul asked, taking a sip of his water bottle.
"Yeah, we haven't seen you all day," Ric added. Randy walked into the room and sat down on the couch that Paul was sitting on. He hadn't seen them all day basically because he had been avoiding them. He wasn't sure how they would react to him telling them that he wasn't going out with them that night. Sometimes Ric, and especially Paul, could get a little crazy about stuff like that.
"I… I know. I had to spend some time with Trish," he lied. While he had spent a good hour or so with her, most of the day he was hiding, moving from room to room, wherever he knew that they weren't.
"Oh… I hate it when Steph does that. She's always bitching to me about spending time with her. You never spend any time with me Paul," Levesque said mockingly. He didn't see the look that Randy shot him.
"It's not so bad," he said. "I like spending time with Trish."
Ric laughed, "Give it another couple months kid, it won't be so fun anymore when she's nagging you to have sex at 7 in the morning after you were out all night. It gets old quick."
"Oh… well, um, guys… I have to tell you something," Randy said nervously. He figured it would be best if he just spit it out. "I'm not coming out with you tonight." He looked away, bracing himself for whatever reaction he was going to get.
"Why not? What do you have to do that's better than hanging out with us?" Paul asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't see what could possibly be better than hanging out with him.
"Well, I kinda told Trish I'd take her to a club with her friends," Randy said timidly. He looked down at the floor as Flair and Levesque shook their heads.
"You're stiffing us for your girlfriend?" Ric asked in disbelief. He and Paul needed Randy to go out with them. He was the main reason they got as many chicks in a night as they did. Even if he did turn them all down, they usually then settled on either him or Paul.
"I don't want to, but the club they're going to… well, Adam Copeland's going too, and I know he's got a thing for Trish and I don't want him to…"
"Adam Copeland? He's wanted her since she got here… and he hasn't done a damn thing about it. He's too shy for his own good," Paul said. "The way I see it, you go with them, you're deserting us. We're your friends Randy, not them. You don't want to bail out on your friends, do you?" Randy sighed, shaking his head. Trish was going to flip, but to be honest he'd rather be on her bad side then Paul's. He didn't really want to go to the club with them anyway.
"You're right... I guess I'll go tell Trish I changed my mind."
As he walked out the door, Paul called after him, "Don't let her boss you around Randy… you're the man in the relationship. Once he was gone and the door clicked shut, he turned to Flair.
"You know Ric, I told you that Stratus bitch was bad news. She's going to be a serious pain in my ass, I can feel it already," he commented. The Nature Boy snorted.
"Yeah… I just hope he doesn't pick her over us." It was Paul's turn to snort.
"Oh, he won't… I'll make sure of that."
Well, what do you think?