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Chapter 2: Behind Those Eyes
After a few hours, Paris and Nicky were still seated, conversing with some of the WWE Superstars. After talking about wrestling for a good portion of the time, they had now moved on to telling Paris and Nicky stories of their days on the road.
Currently, Jericho was telling them the story of the "Blizzard of the Millennium", in which Adam, Jay, himself, and two of their fellow coworkers at the time Matt and Jeff Hardy, had gotten drunk on wine and had jumped out of a hotel room window into the snow in only their boxers. The boys, of course, had forgotten their keys to the outer doors, so they had to go through the main lobby, as the staff and other occupants of the hotel looked on.
Paris laughed and shared a similar time, in which she and some of her friends had gotten drunk and then had gone skinny dipping in nearby beach. Later, as they were running back to their clothes which they had left on the beach, they were caught by some of the beach patrol police. Of course, at this point in her life, Paris was not the famous name she now was, and so the incident was hardly spoken of. Yet, she knew that if it were to happen today, it would be on the front page of every tabloid, pictures included.
They shared a few more stories, and soon Adam turned to her, " So Paris, tell us a little about yourself. You've heard all about us, but we have yet to hear about you, except for the tantalizing skinny dipping story."
Paris blushed, "...well there really isn't all that much to say..."
"Oh sure there is, you're Paris Hilton: the most talked of socialite ever to grace the Hollywood scene." Stacy interjected.
Again, Paris blushed and looked down and her perfectly manicured fingernails.
"Paris is very modest when it comes to these things," Nicky quipped, coming to her sisters aid. "She knows she's talked about, she just doesn't particularly like to hear about what they say; especially since most of what they print is all fabrications."
"Obviously, we realize that you can't take anything you read in those papers without a grain of salt. We've all been victims of the tabloids and paparazzi, and we know all they spread is lies, that's why we asked." Amy explained.
Paris smiled, realizing these people were so much nicer than any of her Hollywood entourage: they didn't jump to conclusions about her, and they didn't judge her like everyone else did.
"I don't really know what to say..."
"Why don't you start by telling us what the Paris empire is up to these days?" Chris Benoit suggested.
"Right now, I'm working on a perfume line, and a jewelry collection. Nicky is just about ready to launch her new clothing line 'Chick'" she said as she turned to her sister, "oh, and I'm thinking of opening a hotel chain: Paris Hotels, and my debut cd should be coming out soon"
"Seems like you got your plate full" Adam looked on incredulously.
She shrugged, "I suppose, but there are a few more aspects I'd like to venture in."
"Which would be...?" Jay inquired.
"You're just gonna have to wait and see." she smirked.
"Paris likes to keep everyone in suspicion of what her next move is going to be; she likes to keep the press on their toes so to say." Nicky implied.
Paris bit her bottom lip at her sister's remark; how true she was. Paris was always more than happy to shock the press by doing some outrageous stunt, her recent "too hot for tv" commercial being the latest. She thrived off of what the press did with the information they were given, whether it be good or bad, for Paris knew that any sort of attention, was good attention. As had been the case with her "sex tape". Of course she had been mortified that it had leaked out, but in the end it had just helped further cement her status in the business. She had come back better than ever, and she knew that if this would have happened to anyone else, the results would not have been the same.
She was broken out of her thoughts as Jericho suddenly stood up, "Well, Divas and assclowns seems like we have just about under an hour until RAW starts, so I suggest we get moving."
They all nodded their heads in agreement as they stood and talked amongst themselves. Paris and Nicky stood up as well, uncertain as what to do next.
"If ya want, you two can come and hang around in our locker room if you'd like" Adam turned to the sisters.
Trish shot him a stern glare, "...or you can go and hang around with the Divas; whatever you prefer." Adam grinned infamously.
Paris smiled, unable to hold it back, as she bit her bottom lip, " I ..."
"I think it would be best if we just went with the girls." Nicky interrupted. "Come on Paris," she grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her in the direction Trish, Amy, and Stacy were headed.
Paris looked back at Adam, and then quickly sped up her pace to match that of her sisters.
"What the hell are you doing?" Nicky hissed when they were a way from catering.
"What do you mean?" Paris asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I mean Paris!" Nicky shook her head at her sister. Paris had always been very good a pretending to be the dumb blonde, and she realized that this was exactly what her sister was doing.
"Nicky, I'm not doing anything wrong."
"First of all Paris, you can get us into a lot of trouble. We are hear to meet the wrestlers and watch them, not to make out with them! Secondly, Adam is married, so get that idea out of your head." Nicky was fuming.
"Actually, Adam is going through a divorce at the moment, so he's open market." Stacy Keibler informed, overhearing their conversation.
"See,"Paris gloated, "I'm not doing anything wrong, not to say that I am; but if I was, it technically would not be considered that way."
Nicky rolled her eyes as she walked toward the locker room. "Just don't do anything stupid that might get you into trouble with the press, that's the last thing we need right now"
Trish turned back, "What's the last thing you need right now?" She had only caught the ending of their conversation, and before she was able to get a response they had reached the locker room.
Upon entering, Nicky and Paris were introduced to the rest of the RAW Divas; Christy Hemme, Candice Michelle, Maria Kanellis, Lilian Garcia, and Victoria. After brief introductions, Trish, Stacy, and Lita, along with the Hilton sisters, made their way to the back of the room.
"So, I reiterate, what's the last thing you need right now?" Trish sat herself down in one of the plush suede couches.
"For Paris,"she sent her a look, "to do anything that the press might have a field day with."
"You mean with Adam?" Amy asked.
"So you noticed too? I thought I was the only one." Nicky stated.
"Well, we honestly can't place all the blame on Paris, Adam is doing his fair share. Besides, not to tread on personal matters, but Paris is old enough to maker her own decisions." Stacy defended her.
"Thank you! I'm glad someone noticed..."
"Paris, I know you can make you own decisions; I'm just trying to help you make the right ones!"
"Girls, now I know this is like sisterly love or what not, but you really shouldn't fight over a thing like this." Amy broke in.
"I suppose," the sisters said in unison.
"So,"Paris sat on the arm of the sofa, "now that we're on the topic, how's your own love lives; is it hard with being on the road all the time?"
"It all depends..." Stacy began.
"Most of the people end up dating one another, just ask Trish?" Lita smirked.
Trish blushed as Paris looked on, "Actually, Li can answer that question for herself."
"I'm dating Matt Hardy. Have been for the past 4 years now, but he's out with an injury now and is back home in North Carolina."
"So Trish, what about you?' Nicky awaited an answer.
"I'm seeing Chris," a smile spread across her face as she mentioned his name.
"Jericho or Benoit?"
"Jericho"she mumbled.
"Who? Trish speak louder I didn't get that." Lita teased.
"Oh shut up; you heard me perfectly well!"
"Awwww, the two of you must make the cutest couple!"Paris gushed.
"They really do. Whenever they think no one is watching they'll hold hands and be all lovey with one another, but as soon as someone makes an entrance they stop." Stacy stood and walked over to the mirror.
"That's not true; we are very open about our relationship."
"Sure thing Trish..." Lita started, but was interrupted by Candice.
"Hey guys? Stage hand just came by, said you'd all be starting the show in a triple threat match so you'll need to be ready in about 20 minutes."
Trish and Amy thanked Candice and she went back to get ready as the two divas stood in an attempt to do the same. Trish walked over to her suitcase and flung it open as Amy decided to start applying her makeup.
Paris and Nicky sat talking to Stacy about life on the road and as a Diva. Paris learnt that it wasn't all as easy as it seemed, and Paris realized that, in a way, it was very much like her own lifestyle. They always had to look good, as they didn't know when or where they would see someone, or who would take a picture. They always had to eat right, especially when a photo shoot was coming up. In truth, Paris noticed that their lives was exactly like hers except for the fact that every night they were in a different city.
Out of the corner of her eye, Paris noticed that Trish was furiously rummaging through her suitcase. She had already dressed, choosing a black and white ensemble for her match and had lightly touched up her makeup and fixed her hair.
"Where the hell is it!" she half screamed in frustration.
"Where is what?" they all asked at once.
"My script. I know I had it, I was going over my lines before the meeting. I was sitting right here," she moved over to the couch, "and then before leaving I placed it over on the counter, and then we left for the meeting and I still had it. Shit! I must have left it in catering."
"So just run and get it." Amy told her.
"I don't have time; we're up in 5 and Bisch won't be too happy if I'm late."
"I can always run and get it for you Trish." Paris offered.
"Really? That'd be really great if you would. I mean if you don't mind."
"Of course not. I'll just run out, get it and before you know it, I'll be back." Paris smiled and slipped out of the room.
Paris soon found herself wandering the halls of the arena. She had offered to go and get Trish's script, but she had forgotten that she had no clue where catering was. She knew that was where they had previously been, but she hadn't payed much attention to her surroundings as much as she had the people, and so she was completely lost.
She scrunched up her nose as she turned another corner, finding herself to be getting no where. She only hoped that Trish didn't need that script right away, as she was not going to get it anytime soon if Paris didn't find her way around the place.
Soon, out of pure chance, she finally turned in on the right hallway. She saw the entrance to catering and practically ran into the room. She went back over to the table they had been occupying and sure enough there was Trish's script, right where she had left it. Paris laughed as she picked it up and started making her way back out of the room and to the Divas locker room.
She again began making her way through the arena trying to retrace her steps. She was half way back when she came to a dead end. She sighed, turned around and began walking back in the direction she had come. She finally reached a long hallway with two ways to go. Paris had no clue as which to chose and so she figured she'd might as well just chose one.
She began walking down the hallway to her right, and as she looked back making sure she wasn't missing something at the other end, she looked back. Just as she did, she ran right into something, or someone; she didn't know which. She stumbled back, and as she regained her balance she looked up and found herself to be looking into a very familiar pair of eyes.
Suddenly, a vision of her childhood crossed her mind. She was very young, and although it seemed a million years back, she remembered it like it was yesterday. She was probably about 3 or 4 and was running in the grass laughing. There was obviously someone behind her, as she kept looking back and was apparently telling them something. Yet she didn't hear what she was saying, nor did she see to whom she was speaking. All she knew was that she had been enjoying this moment, as the smile plastered on her face was like no other she had ever seen before.
The man before her reached out and seized her in an attempt to stop her from falling. Just as he did, the colors in the picture seemed to fade and become unclear. It was now all dizzy and blurry, and just as quick as it had come, the memory disappeared.
"Are you okay?" came the voice of the man, breaking the silence.
Paris looked up startled and somewhat confused, "Yeah, I'm fine."
She took a second to regain her calm and then, pulling away, she bolted down the hallway back to the locker room leaving the young man scratching his head in thought.