A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews. I don't want to be hurt! Bricks and kicking my ass if Stacy's pregnant, gosh. But I wouldn't mind her getting broken in half, lol. But anyway, thanks for encouraging me and here's the update!

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Randy met Stacy's eyes and he gave her a confused look.

"What's the matter, honey?" He asked. Stacy sighed and looked down.

"I know what you've been doing. I know you went to see Trish after you left me at the airport. I want to know why. Why are you being like this? You're mine, not hers. Yet you act like she's the only one in the world that matters to you. What about me? Doesn't our relationship count for anything?" Stacy asked, her voice filled with sorrow.

"Stace, me and Trish are just trying to sort some things out. You know what? You're jealous." Randy smirked, finding this amusing.

"I am not! What can I be jealous of?" Stacy yelled, now getting angry. Randy chuckled quietly and shook his head.

"Yeah, I think you are. If you weren't you wouldn't be acting like this. I mean, there's plenty to be jealous of but that's not the point. The point is that our relationship does count for something and I do know that you're my girlfriend but I can have girls that are friends, like Trish for example."

"I don't want you being friends with her anymore, Randy." Stacy said in a low tone. Randy's head snapped up to hers and he gave her an angry look.

"Why?"

"Because she's ruining our relationship! I know she was in here because I can smell her perfume. Also, I know you left me at the airport to see her because I could tell by the way you looked. You were going back to Trish. Now I don't know what you two have been doing so I say, no, I demand, that you and she don't talk again." Stacy pointed out, her voice becoming steadier as she spoke.

"You can't control my life, Stacy!" Randy yelled, now upset that his own girlfriend who he loves is trying to make him stop from becoming friends with Trish again. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Maybe we shouldn't be together then." He muttered. Stacy whirled around from looking in the mirror and leaned in to hear him.

"What did you say?" She asked slowly. Randy shrugged.

"I said if you want to act like this then maybe we shouldn't be together anymore." Randy said louder but in a soft tone. Stacy's eyes grew wide at his comment.

"No, Randy, please don't leave me." Stacy pleaded.

"Maybe I should. You've always tried to control me and this is the last straw. I mean, you can't tell me who to be friends with and not to be friends with. Stacy, I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Randy apologized, walking out of Stacy Keibler's life, maybe forever.

Trish lay on the bed in her hotel room watching a movie she had brought along for the trip. White Chicks to be exact. She needed something to cheer her up. Trish laughed as they were cracking 'mama' jokes when someone knocked loudly on her door. She paused the DVD and stood up, stretching. The knocking grew harder as she made her way to the door.

"Hold on!" She yelled as she got to the door. Trish opened it to find Randy with his suitcases in hand.

"Randy, it's only nine thirty. I thought you were taking Stacy out to eat. Not to be rude or anything but what are you doing here?" Trish asked, looking at his suitcases. "And why do you have your suitcases with you?"

"Trish, me and Stacy aren't together anymore." Randy announced walking into her hotel room. Trish smiled happily to herself while following his large figure into her room.

"And you plan on staying here tonight." Trish stated, knowing that was what he was thinking of. Randy smiled at her hopefully.

Trish looked away once he gave her that look he'd mastered. The look that said 'I'm so innocent and cute, please give in this time'. Randy moved closer to her and Trish realized his face wasn't even inches from hers. She closed her eyes while turning to him and looked at him carefully. She sighed and slightly gasped when she felt his arm around her waist.

"Fine, Randy, you can stay here until we have to go to our next town. Okay?" Trish didn't move. His arm felt good where it was. Randy nodded quickly before standing up and jumping onto the bed.

"Alright." He said looking at the TV screen. His eyebrows raised and he looked expectantly at Trish.

"What? Is there something wrong?" She asked as she crossed her arms across her chest. Randy watched her and smirked slightly.

"Nope, not a thing wrong. Just waiting for you to come and watch the rest of this movie with me." He patted the spot next to him. Trish rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed. She lay down next to him, hoping and praying that their bodies did not touch for the sake of her getting frustrated with not being able to have him. Not yet, at least.

Before Trish could touch the remote Randy snaked his tattooed arm around her head and pulled her so her head was practically on his chest. She breathed in his scent and felt butterflies in her stomach. So this must what it feels like to actually love someone. She thought as they laid there watching White Chicks. Randy snickered a few times while Trish just lay there thinking. She wasn't even paying attention to the movie. Randy looked down at her and smiled slightly noticing that her eyes were closed.

"Are you tired?" He asked in a quiet voice. Trish shrugged slightly, not really being able to as Randy's arm was in her way.

"Not really. Maybe just a little bit." She replied tiredly, trying not to ruin this moment.

Randy smiled and released Trish. He stood up and pulled down the covers before climbing in. Trish got the message and did the same. She shut off the movie and TV before seeing Randy's arm reach for her. She rolled towards him before crashing into his warm body. She rested a hand on his now bare chest and smiled. She then looked up at him.

"If you don't mind me asking Mr. Orton, why did you decide to move on with your life?" Trish asked in a sophisticated voice. Randy closed his eyes.

"We had an argument about whom and who my friends couldn't be. Of course, there was only one person she didn't want me to be friends with." Randy yawned and opened his eyes to look at Trish. He pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face.

"It was me, wasn't it?" Trish said in mock guilt, happy it was because of her the two broke up. Maybe she shouldn't feel this way but the man she actually had grown to love after hating for a year was single.

"Yes, sweetheart, but I broke up with her. She can't tell me who I can and can't be friends with. It's not her right to. So, I left." He said wrapping his arm tighter around her waist. Trish closed her eyes but shot them open when she felt his warm lips pressed against hers. She gave in to the kiss automatically, loving the feeling she got when he kissed her. Randy was the one to pull away.

"I didn't know how you would respond to that." He said. Trish could see, even in the darkness of the room that his cheeks were turning pink. Such an unusual thing for Randy.

"Well I wasn't going to be disgusted that's for sure!" Trish exclaimed slapping Randy's chest lightly. Randy gave her his famous smirk before lowering his eyes to meet hers.

"Do you mean that?" He asked in an innocent sort of way. Trish nodded, wondering what he was thinking.

"Do you really care this much about me?" He asked. Trish furrowed her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean do you care about me enough to let me sleep in your bed with you. Any other time you would have made me sleep on the couch." He chuckled after he thought about the comment for a second. Trish shrugged.

"I've changed, Randy." She then thought about why he was there in the first place. "Now what did you want to talk to me about earlier?" She asked curiously, eyeing him. Randy cleared his throat and tore his blue eyes away from her brown ones.

"Well, uh, you see… my feelings have sort of changed, just like you have. I mean, that's the whole reason I broke up with Stacy, well, part of the reason but the other reason was because she was controlling. Wait, I had a point to this I swear!" He flashed her a smile before continuing. "My feelings have definitely changed. Trish, do you know how much you talking to me again means to me?"

"Randy, get on with your point!"

"Well, it really means a lot. A whole lot, actually. Because now I have no problem telling you that after being able to talk to you for the past month I've developed feelings for… for you. I tried not to admit it to myself because I was with Stacy but they came out the night we… you know. Now I can't get them to go away. Trish, I'm not asking for commitment but I really do have a lot of feelings towards you and I can't hide them anymore." His sincerity made Trish want to cry. He looked at her eagerly, wanting a reply but got none. Instead, he got a kiss.

Trish kissed Randy softly, her body pressed against his. Randy smiled into the kiss as it deepened considerably. Trish wasn't surprised when Randy rolled her onto her back with him on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist loosely and traced her tongue along his bottom lip, wanting entry into his mouth. Randy obliged without hesitation. Their tongues battled at each other for minutes until they had to break for much needed air. Trish felt her lips start to swell and had no doubt in her mind that they would be having a passionate, intimate evening. Before anything could happen though, someone knocked on her door. Randy groaned in disappointment but Trish didn't move. She pulled him back down to her and kissed him. She ignored the rapping on her door and smiled as Randy kissed down her jaw and to her neck. He hit her spot right below her earlobe causing a moan to escape from Trish. Trish's nailed ran up and down Randy's toned back as he continued to nibble and suck at her neck. His hands traveled down her sides to her hips where he toyed with her short shorts she was wearing. Trish pushed his hands away reluctantly and sighed.

"Randy, we can't do this." Trish said unhappily. Randy nodded in understanding and rolled off of the petite blonde.

"I'm sorry if I led you on." She whispered into his chest. Randy shook his head.

"No, sweetheart, I know what you mean. I just broke up with my long time girlfriend and come to you. I understand so let's just get some sleep before we head out tomorrow." Trish turned around so she was facing the other way and let Randy's arms snake their way around her body. He pulled her closer causing Trish to smile at the warmth of his body.

"Good night Randy." She muttered groggily before falling asleep. Randy smiled slightly.

"'Night, Trish." He muttered kissing the back of her head. He listened to her breathing and could tell she was asleep.

Randy lay there for hours thinking of what had happened. All of the possibilities of what him and Stacy could have done. All of the possibilities that were now out the door because of him. But then he thought about him and Trish. He smiled at the thought of them together and wondered if they'd really commit to a relationship or only be bed buddies. He shrugged the thoughts away as his mind wandered to what had just happened. They came so close to having another moment that he could still feel himself tingle from her touch and the softness of her lips. While thinking of this he fell to sleep, Trish buried deep in his arms.

A/N: I'm sick today so I thought why not write some more. So here's the update! I finished exams yesterday! Woot woot! I'm happy now! I think I got good grades on them… So anyway, please r & r.