Chapter Ten
"Another long trip," Trish sighed out, as she and all the other superstars walked on the plane. "I'll live…hopefully," Jem said, trying to hide her fear of flying. "Who am I sitting next to?" Chris asked, placing his bag inside one of the overhead bins. "Sit next to me," Jem pleaded. He nodded and sat beside her. "We have to put our Tyson/Trish plan into action," she whispered to him. "Not if they decide to do it before us," Chris said smiling. She gave him a confused look and then turned to see Tyson and Trish sitting next to each other laughing. Jem smiled at the pair and comfortably laid back, looking out the window.
:Heat Tapings:
Jem's music hit and the crowd went wild. Even though she had only been in the company for over a month, she was still not a "Raw player." She was a valet on Raw and a wrestler on Heat. Soon, she knew, it would all change, but for now she was happy right where she was. She slid into the ring and shook her head out of her thoughts. She had a match to take care of.
Once Backstage, she ran to the Womens's locker room to change her attire for RAW. They were just going to do a mic promo, but she still needed to wear something else. "Tyson and I are going out on Friday," Trish said calmly, buckling her belt. Jem grabbed a shirt to put on and smiled wide. "Yay, I'm so happy for you, but aren't you happy? You don't seem excited," she replied. "No, I'm ecstatic. I'm just contemplating on whether this is the right thing to do," Trish said, slumping a little in the chair. Jem sighed and started jumping around, pumping herself up for the show. "If it feels right, go with it," she simply said.
"Two days off, can this be true?" Jem asked, sighing as she jumped on the hotel bed. She stretched out and snuggled up to the pillow. Her eyes were literally burning for sleep. "Nothing could be truer. Are you going home or coming with me?" Trish asked, walking into the bathroom. "Home!" Jem exclaimed. "No, come home with me," Trish whined, running out of the bathroom. She made a move to jump on the bed, bust instead she bounced right off of it. "Oh my God, are you okay?" Jem asked between fits of laughter. "I think I broke my other hand," Trish said, as they both began laughing hysterically. "What are you guys doing in here?" Chris asked, Jay walking in behind him. Trish slowly got up, but the two kept laughing. "I won't even ask," Jay told Chris. "How do you get in here all the time?" Trish asked, when the laughing finally died down. "The door was open," Chris answered simply. Jem looked at Trish and shook her head. "We are going to be kidnapped one night because you left the door open," she said, which caused them to start laughing again. "Wow, what are they on?" Jay asked, eyebrows raised. "Shut up!" Jem exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. "So we're going to play like that?" he asked, grabbing a pillow from the other bed. "Hey! I'm going to be sleeping on that you know," Trish said, her mouth agape. In response to her statement Jay threw the pillow at her. "Its on!" Jem exclaimed, jumping onto Chris's back.
Airport
"I can't believe you convinced me into going with you," Jem said, taking a sip of the Bloody Mary she ordered. "What's the big deal?" Trish asked, opening up Jem's laptop so she could use it. "I won't get to go home and pack new clothes. I need to see the place and sleep in my own room," Jem answered. "Well you can go next time and as for clothes, we can go shopping. Toronto's got great shops," Trish reassured her. "Fine, fine," Jem agreed.
Later that day, Trish dragged Jem into one of the shops in the mall, searching for a dress. "It needs to be perfect," she said, wandering off into the store. Jem shook her head at her friend and began her own journey through the store. She scanned all of the pretty dresses until she found one she adored. "Look at this one," she pleaded, when Trish approached her. "Aw, that's gorgeous," the blonde said, running her hand over the black material. "Yeah and look at the bottom of it," Jem said, pointing to the metallic turquoise ruffles. "That is so cool. We'll leave it open as an option," Trish decided. "Hi, is there anyway I can help you today?" a woman suddenly asked. "Umm, I actually think we're okay, thanks though," Jem told her, following Trish to the back of the store. "Oh my God, this is it!" she suddenly squealed, almost attacking the dress. It was a simple white dress that flowed elegantly at the bottom. The straps were soft like ribbons and tied in small bows. "It's really nice. It'll especially look great with your cast," Jem said grinning. Trish rolled her eyes, but smiled. "I'm getting it," she said defiantly. "Isn't it a little much for a first date though? I mean seriously, what if he isn't even taking you to a fancy restaurant?" Jem asked. Trish turned to her and gave her a mischievous look. "I've already arranged this whole thing with Chris. He will talk to Tyson and convince him to take me somewhere nice," she explained. "Do you really think that's a good idea? If you really want to love Tyson for who he is, shouldn't he take you where he wants?" Jem asked. "Gosh, we should name you Ms. Questions. I understand what you are saying, but just this one time I'm going to go where I want to," Trish said. "Just face it, you just wanted to buy a new dress," Jem told her, chuckling slightly. "Slightly true," Trish replied, winking.
"I have not had French fries in forever," Trish moaned, taking another French fry out of the small basket they ordered. "Being a wrestler has its disadvantages," Jem giggled, wiping a bit of ketchup off her face. "Two more weeks and I become a heel," Trish said, smiling wide. "Yep and then you'll be with Tyson on screen…and hopefully off," Jem replied, making kissing noises. Trish threw a fry at her, but smiled. "Ready for some more shopping?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes!" Jem squealed when they entered FYE. "You and your CDS," Trish said, shaking her head. "Once I get an Ipod I won't go so much to CD stores, happy?" Jem asked, smiling wide. "I'm just kidding, jeez," Trish answered, as they walked through the "Popular Music" section. As Jem grabbed a Goo Goo Dolls CD, a teenage girl approached them. "Hi," she greeted nervously. The two women smiled and greeted her back. "I just bought the Foreceable Entry CD and I was wondering if you could sign it," the girl said, showing them the CD she bought. "Of course…Do you have a pen?" Trish asked politely. "No, but I can go ask one of the workers here if they have one," she said. "Alright, we'll be here. I've got to find me some CDS anyway," Jem laughed. "I'll be right back," she promised them, running off. "Oh! I heard Whitney's greatest hits came out," Jem said, scanning her eyes over the artist's names. "Of course, how could I forget that you love Whitney Houston," Trish said sarcastically. "Hey I listen to all kinds of music. I just happen to think she is the best," Jem corrected her. Before Trish could reply, the girl came running over. "They had a sharpie!" she exclaimed. "Great, what's your name?" Trish asked, taking the CD. "Lacie," the girl answered. Trish signed the CD with her good hand and passed it to Jem who also signed it. "Thanks so much," Lacie said, smiling gratefully. She walked away and Jem went back to looking for her CDS.
At six they finally made it back to Trish's house. "I love this place," Jem said, as they walked in. "Home sweet home," Trish sighed out. She shut the door and made her way into the kitchen. "Want a drink?" she asked. "Nope. I'll take our bags upstairs though. Where do you want me to sleep?" Jem asked, already half way up the stairs. "You can pick a room," Trish answered. Jem dropped Trish's suitcase off at her own room and then scanned the upper level of the house for another bedroom. She found a green colored room and instantly decided to sleep there. Setting her bag down, she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked and felt exhausted. "Picked this one?" Trish suddenly asked, startling her. "Shit, you scared me!" Jem exclaimed, holding her heart. "Sorry, but I was just going to tell you that Smackdown comes on in two hours so we can watch it," Trish explained. "Alright, thanks. I'm looking forward to watching it," Jem said, flicking off the bathroom light.
The next morning, Chris came over to talk to Trish about some things Tyson was going to do later in the night. "You got your wish and he'll be taking you to a fabulous restaurant," he told her, as she smiled. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "You're such a nerd," Jem said, shaking her head. She took some juice out of the refrigerator and poured it into a cup. "Want some?" she asked Chris, but he shook his head in response. "I got this great dress picked out, do you want to see it?" Trish asked. "Sure, bring it on," he answered. She excitedly ran out of the kitchen to go get the dress. "Weird girl," Jem said, as the two laughed. "Tyson likes her so much, you have no idea. He is staying at my house, you know? So he's been like telling me all this stuff. I really hope it works out for them," Chris said, as she nodded in agreement. "Trish is totally into him too. Lord it's so crazy when people like each other," she replied, as the two shared a faint smile. "I am back with my wonderful dress," Trish said, making her presence felt. "Wow we would have never noticed that you were in the room," Chris told her sarcastically. She fake growled at him and gently pulled the dress out of its garment bag. "Wow, that's really beautiful. I can't wait to see how you look in it," he said, slowly imagining it in his head. "No nasty thoughts, Chris," Trish warned, as he chuckled. "You wish," he retorted.
"How do I look?" Trish asked, twirling around. "Marvelous darling," Jem answered in a fake English accent. "Spectacular," Chris said, marveling at how great she looked. Her blonde hair was pulled up and fastened with a sparkling clip. Her long earrings were glistening in the light along with the big jeweled necklace she had on her neck. Her shoes were silver and made her slightly taller which would be good since Tyson was so big. Jem watched her with a bit of jealously. She longed for a moment when she could be the person on a date, but it wouldn't happen anytime soon, she was aware of that. The doorbell rang ridding her of her thoughts. "Oh my God he's here! Hide you guys," Trish said frantically. Jem ran into the closet while Chris got underneath the bed. "Not like that, you idiots," she said, as their giggles were heard. "I'll see you guys later tonight, be good, and I'm trying not to freak out," she said, breathing in. She walked out of the room and headed downstairs. "You think she'll be okay on the date?" Chris asked, crawling out from underneath the bed. "Not a chance," Jem answered, smirking. "So what do you want to do?" he asked, stretching his arms out. "I could make something to eat," Jem offered as his face lit up. "Food!" he exclaimed, as she rolled her eyes. "Guys and food," she told herself, shaking her head.
