Chapter Thirteen
"Can you tell us some stuff that is going to happen tonight?" a fan asked, as Jem signed their sign outside of the arena. "If I do, it won't be a surprise," she teased, moving onto the next sign. "I will get Trish back for what she did though," Chris said to the fan. He smiled and pumped his hand into the air. "Yes!" he exclaimed happily. Chris chuckled and moved on down the line of fans.
Trish sighed contentedly as she and Tyson walked hand in hand in a nearby park. Tyson had asked her to come with him and she only hoped that he was going to ask her that one question she wanted to hear so badly. They sat on an old grey bench and looked out at the small kids swinging on the swings. The trees were swaying like music to the soft wind and Tyson admired how beautiful Trish looked as her hair gently swayed like the trees. He looked at her perfectly sculpted face and wondered just how lucky he was for this woman to feel some sort of feeling toward him. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was looking at her so she turned her face toward him. "What are you looking at?" she asked, nudging him playfully. Like a little kid he bit his lip and she laughed. "What?" he asked, not understanding what was so funny. "You are one of the meanest looking guys I have ever seen in my life, yet here you are chewing your lip with nervousness," she answered. "Nervousness?" he asked. "Yes," she answered simply, her eyes glistening with amusement. "I'm not nervous. In fact, I came down here to ask you if you would be my girlfriend," he said, and then he widened his eyes when he realized he had said it. Even though she had hoped he would ask, she was still surprised. "I'm sorry Trish. That was not the way I wanted to ask and I understand if you want to say no. We haven't really gone on many dates and our first date was pretty disastrous, but I just needed to ask," he said quickly. She looked away from him, trying not to laugh. She wanted to scare him and make him feel like she was going to say no. "Umm," she said, scratching her head. He held his breath waiting impatiently for her answer. She turned back towards him and smiled mischievously. "Of course I will…Travis," she said softly, bringing her hands to his face. Their lips became a union of sweet bliss and when they broke off she couldn't help but keep her eyes closed. "Mmm," she moaned softly to herself. "Wait, how did you know my name was Travis?" he asked, her eyes darting open at the question. She shyly bit her lip just as he had done earlier and she shrugged. "I was kind of…eavesdropping on your telephone call with your sister, so what?" she asked, as he chuckled. "She and my mom are the only ones who call me that. Tyson has been a nickname ever since I was thirteen," he explained. "Well do I get to call you Travis?" she asked sweetly, pulling him in closer. "You can call me whatever you want," he answered, as they kissed again.
A couple of hours later, Jem was in the women's locker room stretching for her match. "Hey," Lisa-Marie greeted, walking in. She set the title down and Jem watched as the gold shined. "I want to be champion," she said longingly. "It's a great feeling. It'll happen to you, don't worry," Lisa-Marie replied reassuringly. Jem smiled at the thought and then went back to stretching. "What's the last spot of the match? I do the Windows Peak, right?" she asked. "Yep, that's right," Jem answered, as the door opened. "Guess who has a boyfriend?" Trish asked, twirling in. "Gee, I don't think I can even guess," Lisa-Marie said, as Jem nodded in agreement. "Is it you?" she asked Stacy. "Nope, is it you?" Stacy asked Sable. "Nope, is it you?" Sable asked Gail. "Nope, is it you?" Gail asked Molly. "Okay, okay!" Trish exclaimed, sitting down in one of the chairs. "You guys are losers," she said jokingly, as she put her hair up in a bun. They all laughed as she began mimicking them. "So who's the lucky guy?" Gail asked, approaching her fellow Torontonian. "Who else? Tyson!" Jem answered for Trish. "Aw man, he's a hottie! How did you pull that off?" Gail asked, as Trish placed her finger over her mouth. "I don't kiss and tell," she answered. "You guys kissed!" Jem screamed, practically making everyone deaf. Trish widened her eyes and covered her ears. "Yes you freak," she retorted. "Sorry," Jem apologized innocently. Trish stood up and walked over to the clothes box. "I have to get rid of all of this colorful stuff. I'm the bad guy now," she said evilly. "Can we all say scary?" Lisa-Marie asked. "Scary!" they all exclaimed, as Trish laughed. "You're all going down," she said, making the actions with her thumbs.
"I love losing," Jem said sarcastically, as she and Lisa-Marie made their way backstage. "Hey it wasn't so bad," the black-haired woman replied, swinging the title over her shoulder. "Easy for you to say," Jem said, just as she ran into Trish and Tyson. "Hey guys, whatcha doin'?" she asked. "Our segment is first on the show," Tyson answered. Jem looked down and noticed their hands were entwined. She gave her blonde-haired friend a small smile and then turned her attention to Tyson. "Where is Chris?" she asked, looking around. "He should be here soon," Trish said, just as Chris rounded the corner. "Is someone talking about fabulous me?" he asked cockily. "Do not do that," Jem told him, as he feigned shock. "Well excuse me Princess Jem. I shall now bow down to you and worship the ground you walk on," he said, as she scoffed. "Alrighty, I'll see you guys at the hotel. Lisa-Marie and I are going to take a ride on over there, right?" Jem asked, as Lisa-Marie nodded. The two of them walked away and Trish gave Chris a knowing look. "What?" he asked, seeing the look on her face. "You so would worship the ground she walked on," Trish answered. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips. The Smackdown music came on which meant the show was starting. "Oh look, I guess it's time to go out there," she answered, throwing her hands up. She and Tyson walked up to the curtain as Chris hesitantly followed.
Marriot Hotel
An hour later, Jem and Lisa-Marie were sharing a room and each had goopy white facial masks on. "We look so attractive," Jem muttered as they looked into the bathroom mirror. "Relax, this is what the other divas and I do all the time," Lisa-Marie said casually. "Why haven't I ever been invited?" Jem asked pouting. "Well you are always hanging out with Trish, Tyson and Chris. You guys are like a clique, ya know?" Lisa-Marie said, as they exited the bathroom. "What do you mean? We are all just friends…Well Tyson and Trish are more, but you know what I mean," Jem replied. "Yeah I know. We should do this more often though," Lisa-Marie said, as they got into bed. "We really should, this is a lot of fun and like I said earlier, we just look so attractive," Jem replied, as the two giggled. A silence came between them until Lisa-Marie decided to break it. "So what ever happened with your secret notes?" she asked curiously. "You know, I have absolutely no idea. They just stopped coming," Jem answered shrugging. "Well if it was never Jeff, who do you think it is?" Lisa-Marie asked, propping her head on her hand. Jem sat up and deeply thought about it. "I wonder…" she began, trying hard to think of all the wrestlers. "I think it's Chris," Lisa-Marie admitted. "Chris…Irvine?" Jem asked stupidly. Lisa-Marie rolled her eyes. "Well duh! I mean, you two are always together and he's always trying to make you laugh," she answered. "He tries to make everyone laugh," Jem replied, not wanting to believe it could be Chris. She didn't feel that way toward him and she definitely didn't want to start feeling weird around him just because he might be the one writing those letters. Lisa-Marie tried to continue pushing the idea, but Jem interrupted her. "Can we take these off now?" she asked, referring to the masks. Lisa-Marie nodded and got out of bed. They walked toward the bathroom just as a knock on the door was heard. "I'll get it," Jem said, putting her hand on the knob. She opened the door and Trish screamed bloody murder. "Who the hell are you!" she yelled, as Jem started laughing hysterically. "It's me! Come in here before people start coming out of their rooms to see what the commotion is," she said, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the room. "What is that on your face?" Trish asked, bringing her finger to Jem's forehead. "It's just cream," Lisa-Marie explained, coming out of the bathroom. "Oh my God, another one?" Trish asked, widened her eyes at Lisa-Marie. "This isn't SNL," Jem spat out, as she strolled into the bathroom. "I know, I know," Trish said, watching as the two mask clad ladies wet a rag and wiped their faces. "So can I stay in here with you guys tonight?" Trish asked randomly. "Aren't you going to stay with Tyson?" Jem asked loudly, so she could be heard over the running faucet. "Are you kidding? We just started dating. I wouldn't go that far," Trish answered. Jem set the rag down and walked out of the restroom. "I'm not saying you have to sleep with him. I was just asking if you were going to stay in the same room. Calm down. You are awfully jumpy tonight. What's the matter?" Jem asked, walking back over to the bed. "I'm scared you guys," Trish finally admitted, sitting down on Lisa-Marie's bed. "Of what?" Jem asked, propping her pillow up so she had something to lay back on. "I don't want my heart broken. I always promised myself no work relationships and here I am, breaking my own promise," Trish said, looking down at the carpet. "Just be yourself with him and everything will be okay," Lisa-Marie gave her advice. Trish sighed as she thought of their moment in the park. "It was really beautiful…the way he asked me. The wind was blowing and little kids were playing quietly. So many people think he's mean and he wouldn't have a sweet bone in his body, but he does. He is so kind and he always wants to do everything for me. I've always been in relationships where the guy just wants to jump in bed and it's over. I'm left out in the dust, regretting everything I did, but this is so different. I know we just got together today, but even when we were friends I would wake up every morning happy that I would see him that day. Jem knows, the day I met him there was a connection. Seriously, an instant connection and I felt like I was just riding on the clouds. I know you are with Stevie Lisa-Marie, but Jem, I hope you feel this way some day because you deserve it even more than I do," Trish told her. She finally looked up and noticed that both of her friends had tears in their eyes. "I hate you for this," Lisa-Marie said, wiping the salty water from her cheeks. Trish let out a slight chuckle and cocked her head to the side. "I think I'll stay with Tyson tonight," she decided, standing up. "After that speech you just made about him, I'll totally stay with him too," Jem said, making them all laugh. "It's good to laugh. Thanks a lot for making me bawl like a baby! I miss Stevie so much now that he is out with his injury," Lisa-Marie told them. "Call him," Trish suggested. "I think I will," Lisa-Marie said excitedly. "I'll leave you alone to do that and I'll accompany you to Tyson's room," Jem offered, getting out of bed. "I am so exhausted from getting into bed and then out of bed," she complained, following Trish out the door. They got into the elevator and pressed 5. "Hey where's your suitcase?" Jem asked curiously. "In Tyson's room. I was going to stay in there originally, but then I was having second thoughts," Trish explained before Jem could ask. The gold doors slid open and they walked out looking for room 502. "Here it is," Trish pointed. "Alright, are you positive you are going to be okay?" Jem asked seriously. "Yes mom," Trish answered, hugging her friend. Jem winked and then walked back to the elevator. As she waited, she saw Tyson open the door for his girlfriend and she couldn't help but smile. Those two were so happy together and she hoped, she could only hope that they would be together forever. The elevator doors opened and she embarrassedly walked in when she noticed Chris was standing in there. She had no makeup on and according to herself, she looked awful. "What are you doing up so late?" he asked, as he cocked an eyebrow. "I may ask the same thing to you," she answered. "I'm going to my room," he told her innocently. She looked over and noticed he was going to 7. "We are on the same floor," she said, pushing her hair into her face so he wouldn't see her. "Yep, we are," he replied, smirking. He knew what she was doing, but he didn't stop her. Women he thought to himself, shaking his head. "Well, here we are," he said, when they reached the floor. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," she replied, walking quickly ahead of him. Yes, I'm out of sight she thought to herself, as she approached her room door. Suddenly she realized she hadn't brought the key. "Damn," she muttered to herself. Chris snickered as he watched her knock on the door and yell to Lisa-Marie that she didn't have her key. Finally she went inside as he finally did as well.
