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A/N: I haven't figured out how I want this to end, beings as I just started it. So, what I want from you is who you think should end up together...Trish and Randy? Or Stacy and Randy? Well here's the next chapter...Thanks to all of you who reviewed! You're the best!

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She was sitting at one of the tables in the local coffee shop awaiting the arrival of her good friends Chris, Jay, Stephanie and Amy. They were going shopping for their outfits for the wedding, that was to be taking place in a little over a week. She still couldn't believe he was getting married! Just five months earlier he had been saying to her that they wouldn't work out because of their jobs. If that were the truth, then what was he doing with Stacy? Did she not work for the company too? For the life of her she couldn't figure out why they didn't work out, yet Stacy and him obviously were. Was she not good enough for him? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the loud obnoxious voice of Chris Irvine.

"Move everybody! Make way for the king!" he yelled as he made his way through the people and over to the table Trish was sitting at. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the lovely Miss Stratus. Mind if we join you?" he said as he sat down in the seat across from her. She just raised her eyebrows before looking over to Stephanie, Amy and Jay who were coming up to the table.

"How in the hell do you put up with him?" she asked the rest of her friends as they took a seat at the table as well.

"Hey. I only have to put up with him when he's with Jay or we're at work. Other than that I have nothing to do with that." Amy told her pointing at Chris with a fake look of disgust on her face.

"Hey! You know you love me!" Chris yelled out raising his arms in the air.

"Ya know I love you C-Man!" Jay yelled out as the two of them high fived.

"Well at least someone does." Steph rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on princess. You know you love me, and wouldn't be able to go on living without me!" Chris stated winking at the billion dollar princess.

"Right. I think without you, my days would just get better!" she said as he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Sorry to break up this lover's quarrel here, but what exactly are we doing today?" Amy asked.

"Well I've decided that us ladies will split up from them and go off on our own. Then we can meet at the food court in about two hours for lunch?" Steph asked.

"Sounds good to me!" Jay and Chris both yelled out simultaneously.

"Just because we won't be going with you doesn't mean that you don't have to get a suit! I expect the both of you to have suits for this wedding when we meet up." Steph pointed out.

"Yes mother." Chris muttered.

"Well, we better head out if we're going to have enough time to get our outfits!" Trish yelled out, standing up.

"We have two hours. I'm pretty sure we'll find something!" Amy said, not quite sure how she was going to last two hours of shopping.

"Hey! Two hours is hardly enough time to find something for a wedding!" Steph stated as if it were common knowledge. "Now come on let's go!"

Fifteen minutes later the girls were walking around the mall, trying to figure out which store they would go in first. Amy was looking around when she noticed the not-so-happy look on Trish's face.

"Trish hun, are you alright? You don't look that great." Amy said wrapping her arm around her.

"Yeah I'm fine." she replied as she plastered a huge grin on her face.

"Like hell you're fine. I know a fake smile when I see one. Now tell us what's up?" Steph said as she directed the girls over to one of the benches in the middle of the mall. They all sat down, and Amy and Steph watched Trish expectantly. Trish let out a breath before speaking.

"Well it's this wedding." she started, "I just don't understand how Stacy and Randy can be getting married! I was with him for two months and he told me that it wouldn't work out because of our jobs. That they were too demanding! If that was the truth, then how can he marry Stacy? She works in the company too. Her days are just as hectic as mine, yet he found some way to make it work with her!" Trish yelled out the last part as tears started falling from her eyes.

"Honey I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about you and Randy." Steph said.

"I thought you guys both decided it was for the best. I mean, you two were still the best of friends even after it ended." Amy said.

"Of course we were. If I couldn't have him, then I at least needed to have him in my life somehow. But it hurt, seeing him flirt with other people. And I thought we were really good friends, but I didn't even know he was seeing Stacy, and now he's getting married to her! Obviously he doesn't think of me as that great of a friend or else I would have known." she cried.

"Trish, honey, how exactly do you feel about Randy?" Steph asked her, already knowing the answer.

"I love him. I've always loved him. I never told him that though. I was planning on telling him that night, and then he broke up with me." she said between sobs.

"Trish. You need to let him know how you feel." Steph said. "It's possible that he feels the same, and I think you owe it to him, and to yourself, to tell him exactly how you feel before he gets married, and possibly makes the biggest mistake of his life."

"Yeah right. There is no way that he feels the same. If he did he never would have walked away from me." she said standing up.

"Steph is right Trish. Maybe there's another reason why he ended things between the two of you. Before the wedding happens you're going to tell him how you feel, and then let him decide what he wants to do with that information." Amy demanded.

"And if you don't, I'll sick Chris on you." Steph said, causing a small laugh to escape from Trish's lips.

"Alright fine. I'll tell him before he gets married. But first, don't you think we find our outfits? We need to knock everyone off their feet ya know." Trish said. Steph and Amy got up off the bench and followed Trish to one of the stores.

Meanwhile With the Guys.....

"Chris come check this out!!" Jay yelled from the middle of the arcade. Chris came running over to see what his friend was so excited about. "I've beaten the high score dude!"

"Awesome. How 'bout when you're done that we play some air hockey??" Chris asked, the excitement he was feeling dripping off every word he said.

"Yes! I beat it!" Jay said practically jumping up and down, turning to Chris. "Alright let's play. But I guarantee that I'll whoop your ass just like the last time."

"Oh please." Chris said as they walked over to the air hockey table. "You couldn't beat me if your life depended on it. And last time was a fluke, I was a bit distracted."

"Doesn't matter. Steph's always in a low-cut top, you didn't have to choose our game to stare. Now let's start this game!" Jay exclaimed.

They played air hockey for the next twenty minutes. Jay winning two games, and Chris winning two. They were on their tie breaking game when Chris' watch began to beep.

"Oh shit!" he yelled, grabbing the attention of Jay.

"What's a matter Chrissy? Quitting because you know I'm going to kick your ass?" Jay smirked.

"No! We're supposed to be meeting the girls in ten minutes for lunch and we don't even have a damn tux yet!!" he yelled, running out the door to the arcade.

"Dammit! HEY WAIT UP!" Jay yelled running after him.

They ran across the hall and picked out a couple of suits and bought them without trying them on, and ran to the food court. They arrived with a few minutes to spare, and sat down at one of the tables attempting to catch their breath. About five minutes after they arrived, Trish, Steph and Amy made their way over to the table.

"What the hell were you doing?" Chris said.

"Yeah you're late!" Jay exclaimed.

"You better shut your mouth before you end up going through a case of withdrawal." Amy said sitting next to Jay.

"Sorry." he mumbled. "Now what do we do?"

"Well, our plane doesn't leave until 4:00 tomorrow morning, so I say we all go and pack?" Trish said.

"Well, we're already packed." Chris said indicating to himself and Steph.

"Yeah us too." Jay said, referring to himself and Lita. "You're the only one who needs to pack Trish, you're the only one who lives in this city." he pointed out.

"Oh. Right. Well, why don't you all come back to my place? Instead of paying for a hotel another night, you can stay with me. That way we can just get up and leave in the morning."

"Okay." Amy nodded. "Umm, quick question. Who the hell's the maid of honor?"

"And the best man." Trish finished.

"Oh. Umm.." Steph started but couldn't finish because she didn't know. Chris cut in and finished for her.

"Torrie's the maid of honor, and Kurt's the best man." Chris stated.

"Ugh! I hate Torrie!" Amy groaned.

"Don't we all." Trish said. "She's such a fucking skank!"

"You said it." Steph agreed. "Wait. So then who are the bridesmaids? And the groomsmen?"

"Let's see. Bridesmaids are, Jackie and Dawn, and the groomsmen are Cena and Dave."

"Ahh. Whoda known?" Jay said as he stood up. "I don't know about all y'all but I think we should go and get an early night's sleep since we have to get up so early."

"I agree." Amy said, as everyone got up and left.

The Following Day....

A very exhausted Steph walked off the plane, with Chris, Jay, Amy and Trish following her. She looked around for Randy or Stacy, but couldn't find either one of them. One of them was supposed to pick them up, since they didn't know where they were going.

"Okay where the hell is Orton?" Steph groaned.

"I don't know." Trish said, looking around hoping to spot him. "Where the hell is Keibler?"

"Why the hell are we using last names McMahon and Stratus?" Chris asked walking up behind Steph.

"Shut the hell up Jerky." she smirked.

"Hey guys. Is that John?" Amy asked pointing towards a crowd of people surrounding one sole figure.

"Yeah I think it is." Trish said. "Should we go rescue him from the madness?"

"Hell no. You're not getting me anywhere near that mob." Jay said wrapping his arm around Amy.

"We'll just wait here until he breaks free." Steph said setting her carry-on bag down. They all stood there chatting for a few minutes before John spotted them, and pushed his way through the crowd. He made his way towards them with a smile on his face.

"Yo guys, what's up?" he asked as he stopped in front of the group.

"Nothing much." they all replied.

"Umm John? Where's Randy?" Trish asked.

"Oh, he couldn't make it. Too caught up with wedding stuff, so he sent me." he answered.

"Oh."

"So you're his little errand boy huh?" Chris smirked, earning a slap on the arm from Steph.

"Thanks for picking us up John. If you hadn't have showed up I don't think we'd be going to the wedding. No one knows there way around here." Steph said appreciatively.

"Not a problem. Shall we go?" he asked as he grabbed a couple of bags for Trish, beings as she didn't have anyone like the other two.

"Thanks." she blushed, causing him to smile.

"No problem." he replied.

They made their way to the car and away from the airport, towards the new residence of Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler, where they would be staying until after the wedding. The entire way there Trish was thinking about what she was going to say to Randy. She sighed, and leaned her head back, deciding on taking a nap, as opposed to giving herself a headache with the thought of Randy. *Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow.* was the last thing she thought before drifting off to sleep.

Alright, so there's that chapter...not much happened, but let's just wait for the next one shall we? Anyways, Review! As always. ~Ciao~

~*~Jess~*~