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A/N: This chapter's not very long, it's just a starter...so hope you enjoy!
She opened her front door, and walked down the long driveway until she reached her mailbox. Pulling out the rather large pile of envelopes, she closed up the mailbox and made her way back up to her house. While walking she went through the stack of mail in her hand.
"Junk. Junk. Bill. Bill. Bill. Bill. What's this?" she said to herself curiously as she shut the front door. She had came across a small white envelope with her name and address printed neatly on the front of it. She dropped the rest of the envelopes on the kitchen counter and made her way over to her leather sofa and sat herself down. She turned over the envelope and noticed the return address printed on the back. Her eyes went wide with shock when she seen who had sent it.
She hadn't spoken to him in four months. He had requested an extended leave of absence from the company for personal reasons and no one had heard from him since. The first thing that ran through her mind, was the conversation they had a month before his leave. She had thought about that conversation everyday since it happened, regretting she hadn't fought harder for what she wanted. No not wanted, needed.
**Flashback**
She sat on the sofa in her hotel room as he paced in front of her, deep in concentration. She let out a frustrated groan before speaking.
"Does this have a point? Or is your sole purpose for being here to wear a hole in the rug?" she asked, obviously annoyed. He had been pacing for the fifteen minutes since he had arrived. Once she spoke he stopped and glared at her.
"Yes this has a point, I'm just thinking of the proper way to say what I need to say." he said before throwing his hands up with his own frustration, and sitting down on the chair opposite her.
"Well if you're having such a hard time thinking of the 'proper way to say what you need to say' then don't. Just say whatever the hell it is that's on your mind!" she yelled, then sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just you're driving me crazy here."
"I know, I'm sorry. Okay, I'll take your advice and just say it. I don't think that you and I are such a good idea." he finally said, before letting out a rather large breath in relief. He had finally said something. When he looked up at her he noticed the shock that was clearly written across her face.
"What do you mean?" she asked, afraid of the answer. She was praying that she had heard him wrong.
"I mean, I think it's time that we end this, and move on." he said watching her face intently. He saw many different emotions flash through her beautiful eyes. He recognized them all. He looked at the saddened expression on her face. She was looking down at her hands, wringing them nervously, trying to hold back the tears.
"Why?" she finally managed to choke out. He sat there for a few minutes trying to think of a good reason. In all actuality he didn't have a reason. At least not one that she would understand.
"We're just both too busy. We don't have time for each other because of our jobs and it just wouldn't work out." He cringed after he said those words. He sounded so fake, and he should have. Everything he said was a load of bull. She sat there, slowly nodding her head as the words sunk in.
"Yeah I guess your right." she finally said, forcing a small smile on her face. "Hey, it's better that we ended it before we got too serious right?" He smiled back at her.
"Yeah." was all he could say. She continued to nod, internally laughing at herself for saying what she just said. Before they got too serious? HA! She had already fallen in love with the guy, and was just too afraid to tell him.
"Well, I don't see why we can't be friends. We were only dating for two months, and it would be a waste to throw away such a good friendship." she stated firmly as she stood up. "Why don't we call the others and go out to that new club downtown?"
He stood up as well. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll just go to my hotel room and change. Be back in a few." he said before making his way out the door. The entire time she had a forced smile on her face, until the door shut. As soon as she heard the sound of the door closing, she let her smile fall and the tears that had been in her eyes flow. She had just allowed the best thing in her life to walk out the door, without a fight. She was a coward.
**End Flashback**
She just stared at the envelope in her hand, afraid to open it. They stayed true to their word and remained friends. The best of friends, until he left. She took in a deep breath, and opened up the envelope. Inside was a white card. She slowly opened it up. What she saw came as a hard blow. She felt as if someone had reached inside her chest, grabbed a hold of her heart and began to squeeze as hard as they could. Tears started forming in her eyes. She threw her head back and just let the tears flow. Once they stopped, she continued to look at the paper in her hand, re-reading the writing in her head over and over again.
Together with their parents
Stacy Marie Keibler
and
Randy Orton
invite you to share with them
a celebration of love
on Saturday, June nineteenth
in the year two thousand and four
at three o'clock in the afternoon
St. Marks Lutheran Church
825 King Street West
Baltimore, Maryland
Dinner: 6pm
Reception: 8pm (Grey Silo Golf Course)
2001 University Avenue East, Baltimore
He was getting married. Not only that, but he was marrying someone within the company. She stood up, and made her way upstairs. *So, he's getting married is he?* she thought to herself. *There is no way I'm going to let you do that, without knowing exactly how I feel. This wedding is not going to happen Randy Orton, because I, Trish Stratus, am going to get you back!*
Review!! Got it? Good!
~Jess~
A/N: This chapter's not very long, it's just a starter...so hope you enjoy!
She opened her front door, and walked down the long driveway until she reached her mailbox. Pulling out the rather large pile of envelopes, she closed up the mailbox and made her way back up to her house. While walking she went through the stack of mail in her hand.
"Junk. Junk. Bill. Bill. Bill. Bill. What's this?" she said to herself curiously as she shut the front door. She had came across a small white envelope with her name and address printed neatly on the front of it. She dropped the rest of the envelopes on the kitchen counter and made her way over to her leather sofa and sat herself down. She turned over the envelope and noticed the return address printed on the back. Her eyes went wide with shock when she seen who had sent it.
She hadn't spoken to him in four months. He had requested an extended leave of absence from the company for personal reasons and no one had heard from him since. The first thing that ran through her mind, was the conversation they had a month before his leave. She had thought about that conversation everyday since it happened, regretting she hadn't fought harder for what she wanted. No not wanted, needed.
**Flashback**
She sat on the sofa in her hotel room as he paced in front of her, deep in concentration. She let out a frustrated groan before speaking.
"Does this have a point? Or is your sole purpose for being here to wear a hole in the rug?" she asked, obviously annoyed. He had been pacing for the fifteen minutes since he had arrived. Once she spoke he stopped and glared at her.
"Yes this has a point, I'm just thinking of the proper way to say what I need to say." he said before throwing his hands up with his own frustration, and sitting down on the chair opposite her.
"Well if you're having such a hard time thinking of the 'proper way to say what you need to say' then don't. Just say whatever the hell it is that's on your mind!" she yelled, then sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just you're driving me crazy here."
"I know, I'm sorry. Okay, I'll take your advice and just say it. I don't think that you and I are such a good idea." he finally said, before letting out a rather large breath in relief. He had finally said something. When he looked up at her he noticed the shock that was clearly written across her face.
"What do you mean?" she asked, afraid of the answer. She was praying that she had heard him wrong.
"I mean, I think it's time that we end this, and move on." he said watching her face intently. He saw many different emotions flash through her beautiful eyes. He recognized them all. He looked at the saddened expression on her face. She was looking down at her hands, wringing them nervously, trying to hold back the tears.
"Why?" she finally managed to choke out. He sat there for a few minutes trying to think of a good reason. In all actuality he didn't have a reason. At least not one that she would understand.
"We're just both too busy. We don't have time for each other because of our jobs and it just wouldn't work out." He cringed after he said those words. He sounded so fake, and he should have. Everything he said was a load of bull. She sat there, slowly nodding her head as the words sunk in.
"Yeah I guess your right." she finally said, forcing a small smile on her face. "Hey, it's better that we ended it before we got too serious right?" He smiled back at her.
"Yeah." was all he could say. She continued to nod, internally laughing at herself for saying what she just said. Before they got too serious? HA! She had already fallen in love with the guy, and was just too afraid to tell him.
"Well, I don't see why we can't be friends. We were only dating for two months, and it would be a waste to throw away such a good friendship." she stated firmly as she stood up. "Why don't we call the others and go out to that new club downtown?"
He stood up as well. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll just go to my hotel room and change. Be back in a few." he said before making his way out the door. The entire time she had a forced smile on her face, until the door shut. As soon as she heard the sound of the door closing, she let her smile fall and the tears that had been in her eyes flow. She had just allowed the best thing in her life to walk out the door, without a fight. She was a coward.
**End Flashback**
She just stared at the envelope in her hand, afraid to open it. They stayed true to their word and remained friends. The best of friends, until he left. She took in a deep breath, and opened up the envelope. Inside was a white card. She slowly opened it up. What she saw came as a hard blow. She felt as if someone had reached inside her chest, grabbed a hold of her heart and began to squeeze as hard as they could. Tears started forming in her eyes. She threw her head back and just let the tears flow. Once they stopped, she continued to look at the paper in her hand, re-reading the writing in her head over and over again.
Together with their parents
Stacy Marie Keibler
and
Randy Orton
invite you to share with them
a celebration of love
on Saturday, June nineteenth
in the year two thousand and four
at three o'clock in the afternoon
St. Marks Lutheran Church
825 King Street West
Baltimore, Maryland
Dinner: 6pm
Reception: 8pm (Grey Silo Golf Course)
2001 University Avenue East, Baltimore
He was getting married. Not only that, but he was marrying someone within the company. She stood up, and made her way upstairs. *So, he's getting married is he?* she thought to herself. *There is no way I'm going to let you do that, without knowing exactly how I feel. This wedding is not going to happen Randy Orton, because I, Trish Stratus, am going to get you back!*
Review!! Got it? Good!
~Jess~
