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The next morning Trish awoke to find herself in an empty bed. An empty hotel room. She had crawled out of bed to find Randy and all of his belongings gone. He left nothing behind for her. Not even a note. She knew what had happened. He wanted a one night stand and that's what he had got. It all came so clearly to Trish the next morning. He was thinking about it when he dropped Stacy off at the airport. While he kissed her and held her before turning and coming to her. She knew that's what he wanted. Then he had acted like he wanted to actually help her. A woman who had just lost her best friend. She was vulnerable and distraught so he took advantage of her. How had she not figured it out sooner? Trish hit herself in the head before leaving the hotel room, slamming the door behind her.
"Trish, what's wrong?" She heard a voice call and knew it was Lillian Garcia. They had become somewhat friends during the whole ordeal. She turned to look at Lillian before giving her an annoyed look. She wasn't annoyed at her. She was annoyed at herself.
"Nothing. I'll be fine. I just need to go take a shower, that's all." Trish said, spinning back around.
She walked quickly down the stairwell and onto the other floor where her hotel room was. Once inside she broke into tears as she turned on the hot water. Trish got inside of the shower and felt as though maybe she should just drown herself even though she was already drowning in sorrow.
"Get a hold of yourself, Stratus…" A voice came. She gasped and peered out of her shower to see… Adam? Trish rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times.
"Adam?"
"Yeah, who else would it be? No one will ever be as sexy as I am!" He exclaimed cockily. Trish gaped and reached out to touch him. He felt so real.
"Adam!" She yelled, forgetting about her being naked and wet. She jumped onto him and hugged him tight. She was about to say something when…
"Trish, sweetheart, get up." Randy's soft voice called to her. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked at him groggily.
"You didn't leave…" She replied, a smile creeping across her dry lips. Randy gave her a curious look.
"Now why would I leave? You're here and this is my hotel room. I wouldn't leave you here without you being awake and ready to leave with me." He said, moving some hair out of her face.
"N…Nothing. I just had a weird dream. Actually it was two in one almost but whatever. I me..." Randy cut her off by putting a hand over her mouth. He looked her straight in the eye and smiled.
"It was a dream, sweetheart. Nothing more than that. I can't believe you thought I'd leave you!" Randy put on a mock hurt expression and pouted. Trish grabbed his bottom lip and smirked.
"You're pout doesn't work on me anymore, remember?" She let go of his lip and grinned. Randy narrowed his blue eyes at her.
"Fine." He said, his face getting closer to hers. Trish's eyes grew wide and before she knew it they were kissing. A sweet, soft kiss. Trish pulled away and sighed.
"What are we doing?"
"I have no idea…" He replied before kissing her again. Trish pulled back.
"We need to talk about this. You know, because you have Stacy and we're not supposed to be doing this!" Trish said frantically, climbing out of his warm bed. She walked over and picked up her things.
"Trish! Calm down!" Randy exclaimed as he grabbed her shoulders gently. Trish relaxed a tiny bit and looked up at him.
"I don't care about Stacy the way I care about you. You know this already. Why do you think I came to get you before I even said good bye to Stacy?"
"You did?" Trish asked.
"Yeah. I dropped her off and said I had something to do." He smirked at the thought of that sentence. Yeah, I did do that something, Randy thought before continuing.
"Oh…" Trish grinned and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "That's… that's pretty nice of you." She said, looking down. Why am I acting so shy? I mean, it's only Randy friggin' Orton! Trish thought anxiously.
"What are we going to do about Stacy?" Trish asked suddenly as she looked up at him. She noticed how the question had caught Randy off guard.
"I don't know yet."
"So you still love her?" Trish asked, her voice becoming stronger.
"I guess. I mean, I do have feelings for her. I don't know if I'm going to break up with her right away." He said rubbing the back of his neck. Trish sighed and walked past Randy towards the bathroom.
"I'm going to get changed and return my rental car at the airport. My flight is at one so I can make it there with time to spare." Trish said closing the door quickly. Randy hit his head and sighed angrily. I know I'm being an asshole again. Dammit! Why does life have to be so frickin' difficult? He asked himself as he sat down on the bed.
Minutes later Trish came out of the bathroom in her black dress she wore to Adam's funeral the day before. She handed Randy his Legend Killer Tour t-shirt and his sweatpants before turning and walking towards the door.
"Trish?" Randy called. Trish turned slightly to look at him.
"Yes, Randy?" She asked in a low tone. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry about this." He said looking her in the eye. Trish muttered 'me too' before turning around and walking out of his room.
Week After Wrestlemania (Raw)
Trish sat in the women's locker room lacing up her boots. Christy Hemme had requested another title shot. Trish smirked at the thought of beating up Christy and keeping her title. It had been a month since Adam had died and nothing had been the same. Trish was going to counseling and was beginning to move on with her life. A knock came to the door and a backstage worker peeked her head in.
"Miss Stratus, your match starts in five minutes." Then she walked away. Trish sighed and grabbed her gold belt before walking out of the locker room.
"Trish! Wait up!" Someone yelled from behind. She turned to see Randy running towards her. They hadn't talked since that day she walked out of his hotel room. She kept her pace, not really wanting to talk to him at the moment.
Before Trish could pick up the pace Randy had caught up with her. He backed her into the hallway wall and smirked at her tiny form. Trish narrowed her eyes at him before speaking.
"I have a match right now Randy. So if you'll excuse me…" She tried to move out from under him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"We haven't talked in a while."
"No, really?" Sarcasm coated her voice. Randy chuckled lightly.
"What's your deal, anyway? First we were acting like friends and now you don't even want to talk to me. And if we do talk you're always being sarcastic or snapping at me." Randy said raising his eyebrows. Trish sighed.
"Maybe I was being nice because my best friend just died and I needed a shoulder to cry on and you were there! Then at the funeral Stacy comes along and you act like I don't even exist while I'm standing there crying and then afterwards you bring me back to your hotel room saying you don't care about Stacy and we have sex. There's something wrong with that, Randy. So back off because I'm not in the mood to argue with you." She said a bit too loudly as some backstage workers heard her. She gave them a 'tell anyone and you die look' before pushing Randy out of her way and walking to the gorilla.
All Trish had to do during the match was chick kick Christy and it was over before she knew it. She then had to go and hurt Amy's knee even more. Like she cared but she shouldn't have done it. There was going to be a price to pay. Trish walked into the back and before she reached the women's locker room she walked into the catering room. Trish glanced around before picking up bottled water and sat down at her and Adam's table. She sighed and screwed and unscrewed her bottle top many times before actually taking a drink. She then looked up to see Randy enter the room. Trish groaned and hung her head hoping he didn't come over. Unfortunately for her, he did.
"Trish, we really need to talk." He said standing before her. Trish sighed and stood up.
"Fine, but make it quick." Trish replied as she walked in front of him. They walked into his locker room silently before Randy shut the locked the door.
"For privacy reasons. Nothing is going to happen, I promise." Randy said s he saw the confused look on Trish's face. She settled herself on a bench and Randy quickly took the seat beside her.
"Trish, I know this is hard for you. You know I do care about you and I always have but for some reason I've never had real feelings until now. I mean, I loved you as a friend, more as a sister, but that's not the point. Right now I'm confused about whether I still love Stacy or I don't. But I do know one thing. I do…" He stopped when someone rapped on the door.
"Randy? Why is our door locked? What are you doing in there?" Stacy called. Randy glanced at Trish and she sighed. Trish stood and walked over to one of the lockers, opened it, then closed herself inside of it. She'd done that on many occasions with him while they were still friends. Randy peeled off all of his clothes and turned on the shower. He got himself wet and walked out of the room. He wrapped a towel around his waist before opening the door.
"I was taking a shower, baby. What's wrong?"
"I needed to get some stuff out of my locker. Oh…" a devilish grin came across the leggy blonde's face. "Mind if I join you, then?" She asked. Randy looked away quickly.
"Actually I just finished." He said, walking over to the locker Trish was in. He opened it slightly and acted like he was looking for his cologne. He closed the door and smiled at his girlfriend.
"How about you go take one and we can go out to eat?" Stacy jumped with joy and walked swiftly back into the shower area. Once Trish heard the shower turn on she climbed out of the locker and smiled at Randy.
"Just like old times."
"Trish, I'm coming to see you tonight. I wasn't finished. So please, when I get to your room, let me in." He said moving some hair out of her face. Trish smiled and nodded quickly, glancing towards the shower.
"Alright. I promise I will." Before she left she kissed Randy's cheek, leaving him stunned. Not only was her voice captivating him now, her kisses left him breathless. He needed her now. Randy got dressed and was about to go after her when Stacy came out of the shower in a short towel.
"Randy, do you mind if we sit down and talk for a while? We need to clear some things up." Her voice was serious. Something that wasn't usual for Stacy. He sat next to her on a bench and she held his hand tightly. He was expecting the worse.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I've been super busy. But anyway, this chapter isn't my best because I've had to do super thinking for all of my exams. But please r&r!
