Chapter Eleven
"What do you want to watch?" Jem asked, looking through Trish's wrestling DVD collection. "Umm, this one," Chris answered, grabbing "The Best of Raw: Volume One." He took it over to the DVD player and inserted it in. "I love this couch," Jem said happily, plopping herself down on the black, leather cushion. He smiled at her and pressed "play."
Thirty minutes later they were still watching the DVD and finally it came to Chris's debut. "Oh my God, your hair!" Jem exclaimed, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "Thank you," Chris said sarcastically, trying not to laugh at his hair mistake. "You still look good and the crowd is on fire," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She watched as he cut an awesome promo with The Rock and she couldn't help but realize what a wonderful performer he truly was. "You really are something else," she told him, as he shrugged. "What can I say?" he retorted. She hit his arm and laughed out loud when he feigned injury, neither of them noticing Trish was at the door. Finally, she made her presence known. "Hey guys," she said softly. They turned to look at her and Jem's mouth fell open. "What happened!" she exclaimed, rushing over to her friend. "Look at my dress! It was a total disaster!" Trish screamed, showing them the big wine stain. Jem enveloped her in a hug and gave Chris a worried look. "Do you want to tell us what happened?" he asked, hearing her muffled cried. "No, I just want to go to bed. We have a house show tomorrow anyway," she said, letting go of Jem and sulking out of the room. "I'll get home and talk to Tyson," Chris said, grabbing his jacket from the couch. "Okay, I'll try to talk to her too. Call me and tell me what he says," Jem pleaded, as he nodded. "I'll see you later," he said, pulling her in for a hug.
"Trish?" Jem asked quietly, walking slightly into the room. She swallowed hard noticing the dress was sprawled out on the floor and she was laying in bed crying. "It was so embarrassing," Trish said, rolling over to face Jem. It was obvious she hadn't washed her makeup off judging by the fact that her mascara was running wildly down her cheeks. "What happened honey?" Jem asked, sitting on the bed. "It started out so great. He looked handsome and I looked good…it was a fairytale. I was so nervous though. I don't even understand why! I was dropping food, giggling non stop and I spilled my wine all over my new dress. I couldn't take it so I just asked him to take me home. It was horrible," Trish sobbed, pushing her face into her pillow. Jem sighed and rested a hand on her friend's hair. "Everything will be okay, I promise," she said reassuringly.
The next day at the airport, Trish did everything in her power to avoid Tyson. She felt so embarrassed and she knew he probably hated her. "I want to get some candy," Jem said, walking into the small store. She grabbed some Starbursts and a water bottle and licked her lips as the cashier rung it up. "Thanks," she said, grabbing them. She ripped open the candy wrapper and could literally feel her mouth watering with anticipation. Popping an orange one in her mouth, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste. "Give me on," Trish demanded, giving into the candy. Jem gave her a yellow one and she quickly unwrapped it. "We are so weird," Jem giggled, handing Trish another one. They made their way to the gate and sat down. "I'm going to sit next to Lisa-Marie so we can discuss the match tonight," Jem informed her. "Alright, sounds good. I'll sit next to Stacy," Trish said, eyeing the petite blonde from across the room. She took another one of Jem's Starbursts just as their flight was called. They both grabbed their bags and got up to get on the airplane.
"Turn right at the next exit," Trish directed Jem, looking at the map laying in her lap. She drove into the right line and did as she was told. "Woops, I meant the exit after this one," Trish said, softly cursing herself. "Great, we are going to be so late," Jem huffed, rolling her eyes. She turned around and proceeded to get back on the freeway. "I hope we don't get in trouble or fined," Jem said worriedly, as Trish's phone began ringing. "It's Tyson," Trish stated, looking at the caller ID. "Aren't you going to answer it?" Jem asked, as Trish defiantly shook her head. "No way. I can't talk to him," she answered, waiting until the ringing would stop. When it finally ended Trish closed her eyes with relief. "You can't avoid him forever. Need I remind you that you two have a storyline coming up?" Jem asked sweetly. "I know, I know," Trish groaned, putting her phone in her bag.
"You guys are late," Stacy informed them as they ran into the locker room. "We know," Jem said, highly annoyed. She stripped off her outfit and rummaged through the box with all of her wrestling clothes. Once she found an outfit, she hurriedly got dressed. "Alright let's go," Trish said, running out the door while trying to tie her boots. Jem grabbed her elbow pads and followed her partner out.
"Come on Trish!" Jem cheered, standing at the ringpost, waiting for a tag. She extended out her hand and almost tagged her partner, but Victoria grabbed Trish's broken hand. The small house show crowd began to chant for Trish which Jem happily encouraged. Finally she got the tag and raced into the ring, hitting Victoria in the process. The crowd went wild as she hit a DDT on Molly and clotheslined the women's champion. Trish came back into the ring and the pair double-teamed "the psycho witch." Jem hit a superkick on Molly and the three count immediately followed. Chris ran out and celebrated with his "girlfriend" as Jem posed on the turnbuckle.
"Why were you late?" Vince asked when they made their way backstage. "I know it's no excuse and we're sorry, but we made a wrong turn and hit traffic," Jem explained, her heart beating rapidly from the match and because she was nervous. He nodded, her words running through his mind. "Alright, I'll let you go without a fine, but just this time. And don't tell anyone," he said, winking. The two girls giggled and nodded. "We won't," they said in unison. "I'll see you two tomorrow at the house show. Don't be late," he warned. They both widened their eyes and watched as he walked away. "Gosh and you had to do a love storyline with him? I would have been so scared," Jem told Trish. "I was scared, but it was a lot of fun. The audience loved it and ultimately, that's all that matters," she said, smiling with satisfaction.
The drive over to Little Rock was long and uneventful, but once they made it to the hotel, things seemed to brighten up. They were seated in the hotel restaurant eating some dinner when Torrie and Billy joined them. "Hey guys," Jem greeted, stuffing her mouth with salad. "Hey, is the food good?" Torrie asked, grabbing a menu. "It's alright, but at least it's food," Trish answered honestly, taking a bite out of her veggie sandwich. Torrie giggled which made Jem smiled. She had always admired the blonde for the simple fact that she was a happy person. Torrie was always smiling or laughing and it really did lighten people's spirits. "Oh God," Trish hissed, breaking Jem out of her thoughts. "What? What's wrong?" she asked. "Tyson is coming in here. Hide me," Trish responded frantically. Jem grabbed her napkin and draped it over her friend's head. Both Billy and Torrie burst into laughter which unfortunately drew Tyson's attention to them. "Is he looking?" Trish whispered, not being able to see through the napkin. Suddenly she felt it being taken off of her head and she looked straight into his amused eyes. "Yes, I'm looking," he told her, as she blushed slightly with embarrassment. "Umm, Hi," she stuttered out, rubbing her temples. Tyson smiled sincerely at her behavior and took a hold of her hand. "May I talk to you for a second?" he asked politely. She hesitated to answer and scowled when Jem kicked her from underneath the table. "Fine," she told him, standing up. Jem, Torrie and Billy watched the pair walk away and then turned their eyes to each other. "They are cute," Torrie said dreamily, laying her head down on her husband's shoulder.
"So what exactly is going on?" Tyson asked, as they both sat down in the hotel lobby. "I honestly don't know. Friday was a disaster and I'm sorry, I really am. I understand if you hate meTrish, what are you talking about?" Tyson interrupted her. "Well you know…I kind of ruined our date. I spilled things and I acted like an idiot," she explained. He was about to reply, but two boys with Y2J shirts approached them. "Hi, can you sign our arms?" the blonde one asked, making Trish laugh at the request. "Sure she obliged, taking their awaiting Sharpie. She signed both arms and passed it to Tyson. "Raw rocked!" the brown haired boy exclaimed, as Tyson gave his autograph. "Thanks, I'm glad you liked it," Trish said, as they pulled out a camera. "Can we take a picture with you guys?" they asked in unison. "Sure thing," Trish said, scooting closer to Tyson. He wrapped an arm around her and instead of tensing up, she relaxed and smiled. The boys sat next to them and their mom took the picture. "Thanks," the woman said, rounding up her sons and leaving. Trish unwillingly scooted back to her spot and watched as he slowly grabbed her good hand. "I want to go out with you again," he admitted. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously?" she asked, happiness filling up inside of her. He nodded and she hugged him. "Of course I will," she said. "What is this, a marriage proposal?" Jem asked jokingly from behind them. Trish rolled her eyes and let go of him. "Shut your hole," she muttered, sticking out her tongue.
