Hey guys! I'm sorry this is such a short chapter! But, it answers a lot of your questions including the ever-so-famous 'what a waste' comment. ;) Chapter 5 should be up...oh, say...today? Lol, expect lots of updates this weekend. Maybe even another story? ;) Thanks to all who've been reading!!! Much love,

.::Candy::.

Lil Nomi: Really? Thanks! Glad to know you enjoy my story n' me! :)

(Chapter 4)

As Matt began to untie his wrestling boots, there was a faint knock on the door. "You wanna get that?" Matt asked, but Jeff wasn't listening. So he took it upon himself to answer the door while Jeff drifted off. After another knock, Matt opened the door.

And there stood Trish.

"Is Jeff in there?" She asked, looking over his shoulder.

Matt turned around and looked at Jeff, who, in recognizing Trish's voice, was turned around from his perch on the couch, looking out the door.

"He's right here." Matt said with a smile, leading her into their dressing room. "I'll leave you two alone," He winked at Jeff, "Remember what I told you!" He whispered and pointed to Trish when she wasn't looking.

Jeff just rolled his eyes and came to his feet as Matt shut the door behind him. "So," he began, "What's up?"

"Jeff, I think it's about time we had a talk."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air. The two of them were standing parallel to each other, hands folded across their chests.

"Okay," Jeff said, "Let's talk."

Trish took it upon herself to walk over to the couch Jeff was sitting on earlier, and sat down. "I've been thinking about us lately," She said, "And I think it's about time we start over,"

Jeff walked over to the couch and leaned over it, placing his forearms upon the edge and hands folded in front of him, "What do you mean?" He spoke softly. He watched as the blonde he loved so much sighed, but did not turn her head back and look at him.

"Remember when we used to be best friends, before we were in love?"

Jeff nodded, "Yeah..."

"Jeff," Trish broke down, "I miss you," She turned around and kneeled on the couch cushion, throwing her arms around Jeff's neck.

Shocked by her actions, Jeff gently hugged her back, not knowing what to say. "I miss you, too," He spoke, "But what are you saying?"

"Let's be best friends again, Jeff. Inseparable, the way we used to be. Please?"

It wasn't a question, nor was it a demand. It was a plea. A not-so-silent cry for help.

"Alright, Trish." Jeff soothed, "Besides, I want it too much to say no,"

"This time, let's keep our commitments, okay?" She released his neck.

"Right," Jeff smiled, then walked over to the other side of the couch at sat next to her. "Can I ask you a question?" He asked as she fixed her smudged eye-makeup.

"Sure," She smiled.

"What did you mean when we were talking by the fireplace. What was a waste?"

She looked at him, eyes burning deeply, and said,

"Us."