PART 19
When Trish initially kissed him, Randy wasn't sure how to react. At first, he did what any man being kissed by a beautiful blonde woman would do... he kissed her back. He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her close to him as her tongue slid into his mouth. He hadn't kissed Trish in so long, he had almost forgotten how good of a kisser she was. For awhile, he simply let himself go, allowing himself to enjoy and get caught up in the moment. It was long after, though, that a through burning in the back of his head screamed at him...
This was dead wrong.
He couldn't do this... on top of the fact that Trish was his ex-girlfriend, he
knew what the results would be. Randy knew that Trish would not kiss him like
that unless she strongly felt that he deserved another shot. It wasn't that
Randy didn't *want* another try, he just knew that he wouldn't be able to
handle it. If the two of them were to get back together, things would be as
they always were. They would be happy for a little while, but eventually,
Randy's partying habits would be, as they had before, the end of their relationship.
He thought of all the things he had done to hurt her in the past. Ditching her
for his friends, his affairs with Gail Kim, Jackie Gayda, and numerous other
women Trish didn't even know about, not to mention fathering someone's baby. He
had just done so many things to hurt her in the past year...
He didn't want to do it anymore.
"Trish," he said, breaking the kiss and gently pushing her off of
him. "Trish, stop. We can't do this." Trish opened her eyes, sending
Randy a soft smile.
"Randy, it's okay," she insisted. She moved in to kiss him again, but
he cut her off. Pushing her away again, Randy frowned as he saw the look of
disappointment in her eyes. This was going to be harder than he imagined.
"No... Trish, it's not okay. We... we just can't do..."
"Randy, I've been doing some thinking lately," Trish interrupted,
silencing him by placing a finger to his lips. "Actually, I've been doing
a *lot* of thinking lately, and I've decided something. I forgive you. I-I
don't think I'll ever understand why you did it, but I forgive you. I... I
really think we could work something out." Randy had to force himself to
look away, fearing that if he kept his gaze locked on her for too long, he
would melt. Looking up at the ceiling, he frowned, shaking his head weakly.
"You don't understand... we can't work anything out Trish, we really
can't," he told her. Trish sent him a confused, hurt look.
"Why not?" she asked, a hint of sadness in her tone. "Don't you
want to give us another try?"
"I... of course I do honey. More than anything in the world, but it just
won't work. Too much has changed since the beginning of the relationship."
Trish sighed, running her manicured nails through her hair.
"Randy, if this is about the girls, and the woman with the baby, I don't care
if..."
"It's not just the baby Trish," Randy cut her off, shaking his head.
"I'm just... I'm trying to do the right thing for once." Trish was
more confused than ever.
"Okay, let me get this straight. Doing the right thing is giving up on
us?" she asked. "Randy, we were together for over a year! If I'm
willing to forgive and forget, why wouldn't you..."
"No, it's not that. It's just... I don't want to hurt you, and I know
that's what I'll do. I never intentionally hurt you Trish, but I can't help it.
I just think that the best way to prevent myself from hurting you again is by
not being with you. I'm just looking out for you, as twisted as it may
sound."
Trish sighed quietly. She knew Randy was right, and she knew that she probably
couldn't handle getting her heart broken like that again. But for some reason,
she just didn't care. She wanted to try anyway. She loved Randy, and she knew
that deep down - beneath the parting and the clubs and all the women - he loved
her too. Maybe she *would* get hurt again, but as far as she was concerned, she
was willing to take the risk.
"I understand that you're afraid of commitment, but maybe if we take
things really slow, we can get everything to work out. I love you Randy, and I
don't want to lose you," she said seriously, eyeing him intently.
Randy's stomach dropped as he heard her utter the words 'I love you,' the
sentiment obviously coming straight from her heart. He finally brought his gaze
down, his pale blue eyes meeting her deep brown ones. God, it would be so much
easier for him to turn her away if she wasn't so damn cute. He sighed, almost
sadly, as he shook his head, placing his hand on her arm gently.
"I... I'm sorry Trish, but I just can't. Maybe someday... maybe somewhere
down the road, you and I will be together again, but now is just not our
time," he said softly, patting her shoulder and standing up, preparing to
walk away. He knew that he was way too much a coward to stick around to watch
for her reaction.
Turning slowly, he walked away, leaving Trish to stare at him in disbelief. She
leaned back in her seat, her back pressing up against the wall. "Maybe
somewhere down the road, you and I will be together again..." Although
Randy's statement was optimistic, Trish still felt the tears building in her
eyes. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that there was chance
for them long down the road in the future, but she knew better. She guessed she
had known it all along...
They were through.
THE NEXT NIGHT
Adam and Jay sat in the locker room, both men preparing for their respective
matches that night. The room was dead silent, but it wasn't awkward or
uncomfortable. The two of them did that a lot, spent time together without
saying a single word to one another, and neither of them got creeped out by it.
They supposed that it made sense. After being friends with someone for over
twenty years, you kind of run out of things to talk about. Just then, the
locker room door opened, the sound of it cutting into the silence. Both men
glanced up, smiling as they saw Chris entering the room. Adam was the first to
notice that their friend did not look happy.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his smile fading. Chris shrugged, walking
over to his bag and sitting down in front of it.
"Nothing major," he replied, reaching down and unzipping his bag,
beginning to pull out his ring gear. He kind of hoped his friends would drop
the subject. He wasn't very much in the mood to talk. But by that time, Jay too
had looked up to see the expression on Chris's face, and he frowned as well.
"Well, what is it?" he asked, a look of concern filling his brown
eyes. Chris sighed, dropping his bag to the ground.
"It's just the whole thing with Stephanie. I really think she hates
me," he told them. Jay raised an eyebrow.
"Why the hell would she hate you?" he asked, his gaze of concern
transforming into one of confusion. If *he* were Stephanie McMahon, Chris would
probably be his most favorite person in the world.
"I don't know. Yesterday, she said something about us being married being
almost the same as her being married to Paul, that there was the same amount of
love in both of them... which obviously means none. On top of that, she hasn't
spoken a single word to me all day. All fucking day," he explained. The
other two men nodded simultaneously.
"Ya know Chris," Adam spoke up. "I'm not trying to side with
Stephanie on this or anything, but think about what she's been through
recently. She goes from being forced into marrying a man who doesn't love her
into marrying another man who doesn't love her, solely to get away from the
first one." Jay nodded in agreement.
"He's right man. She's got to just feel trapped. I mean, I'm sure she's
grateful you got her out of that situation with Paul, but at the same time,
she's got to feel like she's back to square one. Going from one loveless
marriage to another doesn't make the problem go away, it just switches things
up a bit," he pointed out.
"Who said I didn't love her?" Chris shot back in a very defensive
tone. He looked at Adam and Jay like they were crazy. They *had* to be crazy if
they thought he didn't love Stephanie. After all, that was the main reason he
did what he did. "Of course I love her! Why do you think I'd spend so much
time and energy on someone? I didn't want to see her get shoved into that
relationship! Maybe it was a bad idea for us to get married, but I had to think
fast. I did all this *because* I love her."
Both of the other blonde Canadians nodded again, a grin spreading on both of
their faces. It took him long enough to admit it... now there was just the
matter of making sure the most important person of all found out. Adam grinned
widely, glancing over at Chris again.
"You know you love her, and *we* know you love her, but there's only one
problem with that," he said. Chris raised a brow.
"What's that?" he replied, to which Adam shook his head.
"Does *Stephanie* know that you love her?"
Hey! Sorry it took so long for the update, hope ya like it! It was kinda split between people who wanted to keep Randy and Trish together and wanted them to stay apart. This was the way I originally envisioned it, so I'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted. Hopefully you'll continue reading. =) Trust me, Randy isn't done in the story at all!