Trish sat and stared out the small basement window as she thought of things to do for the day.

So far the whole day had been pretty uneventful, nobody to hang out with. No one to talk to. She couldn't get a decent freshly cooked meal (Beside making it herself) or go out and do something crazy. It was boring. And low and behold..no Hunter to bother nor beat up on.

It had been two days since Trish had last spoken to Hunter and to be honest she missed the little exchanges they had. No matter if they were always squabbles or not..

A person needed someone to talk to.

Didn't they?

The small diva slowly leaned forward placing her sweaty palms upon her small Jean clad knees after rubbing them together for like the tenth time that day in less than 20 minutes, letting out a little frustrated grunt.

It was TOO damn boring...

Trish backed up sitting upright cocking her head to the side. First left then right before going left again barely noticing her bag placed directly beside the bed.

Well..if all else failed...

The woman shrugged reaching over the bed, grabbing her bag, dragging it onto her lap.

There had to be something in here.

There just had to be something in this here bag that she could use to occupy all this free time she had to do..absolutely nothing with.

Trish reached in grabbing a handful of clothes and who knows what else placing it to the side.

Maybe there was some type of crossword puzzle or something. Those weren't the most fun to do to her..but just maybe...to pass the time.

Just as she placed her hand above her travel bag getting ready to reach in once more a sudden sideways movement caught the diva's attention causing her to jump up off the bed and a few feet away from it.

"Wh..What," She shrieked. "What was that," She said placing a hand over her chest taking slow cautious steps towards her bed after staring at it for a moment or so.

The movement happened once more and Trish pushed aside some of the materials upon the bed frowning, before finally coming across the object making so much commotion.

A cell phone.

Wait a minute her cell phone!

Trish flew forward grabbing her phone in one swift moment opening it up. "H..Hello," She stammered out smiling.

This just might help her.

"Hello.."The person on the other side of the line spoke out sounding uncertain about something.

"Hi," Trish said once more.

"Trish?"

Trish frowned. Ok..why the hell was someone calling her cell phone and then asking if it was her or not? She didn't just go around handing out her cell phone number to whoever whenever. And her few friends who had it didn't either.

"Who is this," She blurted out not meaning to do so and the person on the other side was quiet for a moment before answering back.

"Spike..Who's this?"

"Spike," Trish said slowly as if the name didn't make any sense before sighing and sitting down on the bed in front of her. "This is Trish. Don't do that to me! I'm glad someone close called. I had forgotten I even had my cell phone with me what's up?"

Spike Dudley laughed. "Just like you to forget things."

Trish growled trying to act mad but failed miserably. "What do you want you butthead?"

Spike gasped before speaking. "Such language Trish. But um...a lot of us are worried about you. Where are you?"

Trish opened her mouth to speak but Spike interrupted her as he always did without meaning to do so. "Forget that..I'm just glad. You sound ok. Bubba's been going crazy over here threating to start kicking some ass if someone doesn't help find his girl. You should see him."

Trish smiled.

Really?

His girl?

"Did he actually say-"

"Are you really ok Trish?"

The small diva frowned confused for a moment. "Um...er..What?"

"Are you ok," Spike repeated and Trish's frown deepened.

Wait a minute..Wasn't she getting ready to ask something?

All of sudden "Is that her?" could be heard in the background and Trish smiled.

Bubba.

"Yeah," She heard Spike say and not to long after that she heard Bubba's relieved sigh over the phone before he started questioning her.

"Trish?"

"Hey you. What's going on?"

"Thank god! Where are you!"

"I'm a-"

"Are you ok?"

"Fi-"

"Why didn't you call me? Are you mad or something?"

Trish laughed. "No, no, no. Of course not. Would you give a person a chance to speak for a little bit?"

Just like the Dudley family. They loved to talk.

Bubba chuckled a little. "Of course. Sorry. Speak."

"It's ok. Now as I was trying to say. I'm fine...well as fine as anybody could be being in the current predicament I'm in. As for calling you I would have...but I kinda forgot I had my cell phone with me and lately I really haven't gotten any free time to myself with..."

"Are you on vacation or something?"

"No," Trish sighed. "Bubba...I..Hunter's the-"

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing," Someone barked out behind Trish and she jumped bringing the phone down to her chest covering the receiver.

"W..What do you mean, "She asked turning her head slightly to find Triple H standing behind her looking at her very suspiciously.

"I mean just who in the heck are you talking to Trish," Hunter asked coming around to stand in front of her but not before she closed the phone placing it down her shirt.

"N..No one," She stammered.

'The Game' gave her a disbelieving look and Trish sighed.

"Ugh! Fine. I was talking to myself. Happy? I talk to myself sometimes. Yes, I know it's weird but that's what I do. I mean don't you ever.."

Hunter held up a hand cutting her off. "Cut the crap Stratus. Where's the phone?"

"What! How did you...I mean..there is no phone..."

Triple H simply reached out opening his palm in front of Trish waiting.

"Um...I don't know what it is exactly you're waiting for. There is no phone.."

"Would you rather I got it from you myself," 'The Game' asked.

Trish shook her head before giving Triple H a deadly glare.

H just stood there staring.

"Do you mind," Trish shot out.

Hunter shook his head sighing. "Hurry it up," He yelled turning his back on her.

Trish stuck out her bottom lip in a pout before retrieving her phone from her t-shirt groaning.

Damn it! What was she going to do now?

She turned around completely shooting her arm out towards Hunter knocking him roughly in the back and he stumbled forward a little. "Here," She yelled.

Hunter turned around grabbing the cell phone in one quick moment placing it into one of his side pockets of his jeans. "Is there anything else I should know about," He asked smirking.

"No," Trish rolled her eyes turning around on the little bed she was currently on to face the wall. "You can leave now. And stop smiling!" She answered back curtly.

"Hmmm," Hunter mumbled out stroking his chin. "Well, I guess you won't be needed these then, "He said smartly waving a couple of packets of Kool-Aid in front of Trish's face before turning to walk off and back up stairs. "That's alright. I'll be glad to take them."

Trish jumped up standing on the bed turning around quickly grabbing Hunter's shirt in the process but failed to get a good grip and gasped as she started to fall backwards towards the bed.

She did the only thing she could think of and reached out to grab Hunter's arm to steady herself only to bring him toppling with her onto the bed and right on top of her.

For a moment they just laid there staring at one another in silence before Trish reached up pushing Hunter off and onto the floor a few feet away, standing up to dust herself off.

"What in the hell do you think you were doing Hunter?" She yelled out a little flustered and embarrassed as all hell.

Hunter just slowly stood up staring at Trish for a moment until he saw her give him a strange look and he shook himself out of his trance, clearing his throat. "Um..wha..Huh?"

"What in the hell did you think you were doing jumping me Hunter," She asked earning a confused look from Triple H.

"What? I didn't do anything of the sort. Like I'd want to!"

Trish looked away for a moment before turning her head back to look at Hunter. "Awww Hunter I didn't know."

"Didn't know what," He asked.

"You want me," Trish sang out.

Hunter blew out a puff of breathe glaring at Trish, before blowing out another one. "Please...For your information you're the one who grabbed my arm pulling me to you."

"I did not pull you towards me! I was falling and I just happened to accidentally reach out and grab your arm and that's when you jumped me."

"I did not!"

"Whatever..Give me my packets please," She reached out trying to grab the Kool-Aid and accidentally grabbed his hand instead.

Hunter frowned looking at Trish and she jumped back.

'Ok..Not what I intended..' Trish thought to herself staring at Hunter.

'The Game' started forward slowly walking up to Trish and she backed up a little. 'What is he doing?'

All of a sudden he reached out grabbing her wrist turning her hand palm up placing the packets into her hand. "Here," He mumbled before turning to walk off.

..Only..he didn't let go of Trish wrist in the process.

"Hunter! What are you doing!" She shrieked.

Things were getting just to weird now.

He turned to look at Trish for a moment and she looked down pointedly at their hand, He followed suit and upon seeing his hand wrapped around her wrist he spoke up quietly "Oh right.." and let her go apologizing. He quickly but clumsily jetted out the room as best as he could and Trish watched him go shaking her head at the absurdity of it all.

What was this about?

TBC...

Well?