Trish had no idea where she was heading off to or where she was exactly but when it came right down to it...she just didn't care.
Whistling flew by as did a voice and Trish became startled out of the brave repertoire she struggled to show. She stiffened pulling her jacket (or Hunter's as if it mattered) tighter around her body trying to create some heat, hoping the storm would cool off if not stop completely.
Maybe walking along side the road in a thunderstorm had not been a very smart idea on her part.
She could have at least made a call for a cab back at Hunter's or she could have just waited till the storm slowed down a bit..
Shaking her head Trish continued on reaching into one of the bags by her side. Gloves? Chec..Well, those she didn't have. Glasses? Check. Hat? Check.
These would just have to do she supposed.
Placing both items on, only stopping for a moment, Trish sped up hoisting both of her bags higher over her shoulder.
She just hoped it wasn't to long until she came across a place for the night.
She'd have to gather a map and numbers pretty soon.
But...there was no big rush to do it all tonight.
She had time. Time was on her side now.
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The car flew by steadily at rapid speed and Bubba looked on, his face almost literally glued to the window beside him.
He really could not wait till he found her.
It had been to long. To long since he had seen Trish.
Seen her smile or seen her laugh at something, saw her do something stupid. He and Trish had done some silly things among unexplained things together. But in truth explanations weren't really needed were they? They had done anything and everything they had wanted together.
It had been to long since they'd do stupid things like stay up late at night watching muted cartoons making up their own dialogue. To long since they'd just sit around and stare off into space and each other. To long since..
When he truly thought about it he needed Trish in his life.
Hell, Trish was his life, his friend.
She didn't know but...
He needed her like he needed to breathe.
That's how close he had come to care for her. He couldn't help but let her in after she made it known he'd have to.
"Driver! Please hurry it up," Bubba yelled barely turning his head to stare at the back of the driver's head. "We..I..I really need to get there," He mumbled.
"Jus a little beht' mo'," The accented voice came back at him and he sighed.
Just a little bit more...Just a little bit more? He really couldn't deal with a little bit more when he needed now.
Giving his undivided attention to the window beside him and everything outside zipping by Bubba shook his head only praying for the best.
Praying for his best friend's safety.
"I'm coming Trish," He whispered. 'I'm coming, you just hold on.'
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The three studied the figure beside them as he toyed with the glass in hand, the liquid sloshing from side to side. He hadn't even taken a sip of it yet.
It was like he didn't even want to be there, yet here he was giving it a try. That or he just hadn't found the right activity or participant to indulge in.
"Do you really think this was such a good idea," Randy Orton whispered to the other two beside him, the smile dropping from his face when he saw Hunter bring the glass up to his mouth almost taking a small sip but not quite making it placing the drink back on the counter. "I mean..the guys not even here really. It's like his mind is elsewhere, why'd we bother guys? Ric this was your idea," The young man threw in as an after thought. "I'd hate to say it but he's ruining the good mood I've been in tonight."
The older of the young ones went to open his mouth and respond but before he could Ric placed a hand upon his chest shaking his head while he continued to watch Hunter just sulk..or do whatever it was he was doing at the moment, away.
"I mean really Ric...What is on Hunter's mind?"
"I..Well, I wouldn't know," Flair shrugged only letting his gaze leave 'The Game's' antics when he saw the younger man's attention diverted to the dance floor. "Maybe he'd be able to explain himself."
"You think," Randy asked before he found himself turning completely towards the counter facing the drinks in front of him and the other occupants of the bar.
"Have you guys even considered the fact that maybe.." Batista shrugged shaking his head. "Nah..Nevermind."
"No what," Randy urged turning to his side to study the man across from him. "What? We are running out of possibilities here."
"Possibilities for what," Hunter asked as he looked back from the dance floor to his friends. "What are we talking about?"
"Truthfully," Randy asked.
Hunter nodded and Randy opened his mouth to tell him but all that came out was silence. He tried again but he failed.
Why bother Hunter even more? If the guy wasn't planning on sharing what was on his mind with his friends on his own why pester?
"We're wondering what's up with you," Batista mumbled playing with the straw in his drink as he studied it intently. "You've done nothing but sit in silence the whole night and do what looks like sulk."
"I'm not. I'm having a good time," Triple H tried, giving his patent smirk everybody had come to know over the years to his friends as he pushed his drink to the side. "I'm glad you guys showed up when you did, I was getting a little sick of that place of mine actually."
"Really," The other three asked.
He had a funny way of showing it they all thought.
Hunter let out a little chuckle. "Really."
He wondered what Trish was doing at the moment...
"So you wouldn't oppose to some dancing then," A female voice greeted his ears before a hand skimmed it's way through his hair.
"Wha-" Hunter's words were cut short as he looked to his friends.
Each of them shared the same look of incredulity he would have mustered (if he had known) and Hunter couldn't help but be somewhat startled for himself.
Scared? Never. But startled he was.
What was it?
"What," He asked and the woman beside him let out a little laugh.
Wait a minute. That laugh was familiar.
Placing herself down into his lap Stacy let out another little laugh. Wrapping her arms around his neck she brought her lips to his in a quick kiss before backing up and batting her eyelashes innocently. "Hiya lover."
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"One thousand twenty-three, one thousand twenty-five, one thousand twenty-seven...mother are you sure this is even the right side," The blonde in the back seat of the car scratched her head as she watched for the numbers of the houses beside them.
Granted she loved her brother (I mean who didn't love their sibling?) and she loved to visit him whenever she got the chance, she had never ever been to this new house of his before. It had been five to six years before he had found this current one he called home.
"What do you mean dear," The woman in the passenger seat asked her daughter as she too studied the numbers of each house they passed by. "Of course I'd know which house my son lives in. I mean..he is my son after all."
"Lynn, we've visited your brother a good time or two, it's quite easy to tell which house is his and which isn't," Paul Levesque, the driver of the car threw in his two cents only turning his head for a second to look at his daughter in the back seat before looking out the windshield once more.
"Yeah," Lynn agreed settling into the seat behind her. "I was guess so. With all the money little Mikey makes how could you not? Lets see.." Positioning the baby in her arms to rest opposite of what it had been before Lynn checked up on the two children beside her and the car kept on in search of her brother's house.
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"I..um.."
"Is 'tis it?"
Was this it? Was this it! That was the question that had been plaguing him ever since they'd ventured down the unknown street. Was this it? The hell if he knew..
Did he want it to be it?
..Hell yeah!
"Stop! Stop right here," Bubba yelled his posture immediately changing as the car came across a house that little to distinguish itself in the small neighborhood.
This had to be it. It just had to be.
The car jerked and Bubba did all but trip out of the car as he drug his bag among other things out of the taxi.
"Wait a min-ute! My fare! What about my fare!"
Halfway up the porch and steps away from the door the yell finally reached Bubba's ears and he sighed.
Fare?
Damn the fare.
Turning to face the taxi, which seemed miles away, the Dudley brother reached into his back pocket gathering some of the bills there.
"How much," He asked.
"$10.97!"
Counting the amount in his hands the brunette nodded briskly heading back down to hand the taxi driver his money. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
The driver snatched up his money thumbing through it. "'Tis me job," And that was the last words heard from him before his window closed and the car took off at the speed of lightening a loud screech following it as he rounded the corner.
Bubba shook his head watching the driver take off.
Now he was here.
There was a moment of silence as Bubba stood there doing nothing.
The house's shadow seemed to loom over him as the clouds shifted allowing the sun to shine on it and Bubba turned to stare at it.
Now he was getting somewhere.
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"..Patricia Stragias."
"Oh my God! Are you Trish Stratus!"
"I..um..What?"
"Trish Stratus, WWE Women's Champion, Three Time Babe of The Year, Wrestling Diva...Are you her?"
What! Was something showing that wasn't supposed to be?
Pursing her lips a little Trish shifted pulling her jacket closer to her body and pushing her sunglasses up rightfully on the bridge of her nose.
She would have checked her bags but she would have looked to suspicious.
"Trish...Stratus," She asked, the two names slowly leaving her lips as if they were hard to pronounce. "Trish Stratus?" Trish shook her head. "No. Why? Why would you think that?"
The girl behind the counter frowned pulling back a little. "I..I don't know. Your name sounded a little familiar."
'Not an avid wrestling fan. But a wrestling fan nonetheless' Trish took note.
"I see," She said.
"Uh...I...I..uh." The girl was obviously at a lost for words and for that Trish was sorry but tonight she just couldn't help her. Tonight it was best not to let anyone know who she was. All she wanted was a little rest before doing god knows what else she had to in this unknown town without directions.
Trish was lost and she hated it.
"..I'm sorry."
Shaking her head Trish looked up meeting the eyes of the girl before her.
What?
She must have zoned out there for a moment. "I'm sorry?"
"Um.." The girl shifted from foot to foot her heels clicking on the linoleum behind the counter. "I said I'm sorry miss but there are no current openings at this time."
Huh..Just her luck.
"Well," Trish crouched down gathering the bags beside her. "Thanks anyway."
The words Trish Stratus echo in her mind as she exited the building and Trish couldn't help but wonder...
Would she have gotten a room if she admitted to being her WWE persona?
For some reason it seemed as if the answer to that would be a resounding yet.
Shrugging Trish trudged on.
Oh well, another walk, another hotel maybe.
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"So are you just going to sit there or are you going to ask me to dance?"
"Uh.."
The tall blonde shifted on the male's lap pulling him close to her by the neck. "Oh. I missed you so much my Huntie Wuntie. Why haven't you called?"
"Stace," Hunter shook his head struggling to lessen the grip on his neck as he pulled back. "Stace..what are you doing here."
The blonde pulled back giving the former champ a pout. "What do you mean? You're not happy to see me?"
"It's not that," Hunter said running a hand through his hair. "I'm just surprised..is all."
'She sure picked a time to show up.' Hunter thought.
Stacy scoffed rolling her eyes. "God..You'd think it was a crime to visit a boyfriend or something around here."
Boyfriend!
Undisguised snickers could be heard coming from behind the diva in his lap and Hunter's mouth twitched, his gaze slowly finding it's attention on his friends.
...or more like friend.
"Randy.."
"Sorry dude," He was quick to reply.
"Come on, let's go dance," Stacy exclaimed hopping off of Hunter's lap grabbing his hand and 'The Game' had no choice but to follow his 'girlfriend' out onto the dance floor.
Not to say he didn't try to get out of it though..
The young brunette at the bar continued to laugh at his friend. "I did not know.."
"Shut up Randy...Just shut up."
"You shut up."
"I'm not going to argue with you, you will shut up."
"No, you will."
"You will Randy, I mean it."
"No, you will."
"I-"
"Damn it, you two!" Ric shot up out of his seat quickly making his way out onto the dance floor. "Forget this!"
Both men watched as Ric walked away. "Shall we follow him," Randy asked a moment later and Batista nodded motioning Randy first.
"We're finally getting somewhere with Triple H. I guess it's safe to let lose a little. Why not?"
"My thoughts exactly," Randy smirked. "I still won't shut up though.
"Yeah..yeah you will," Batista argued.
..And that's how it went all the way to the dance floor between the two.
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No..No, no, no, no, NO!
Another one!
Another packed hotel.
This was just a little bit ridiculous. What on earth was going on that so many hotels would be packed for the weekend?
Or..um was it the weekend?
Halting in midstep Trish frowned.
This was sad. She didn't even know which day it was let alone if it was the weekend or not.
Maybe she should have asked the lady behind the last counter.
'But you didn't think of that Trish.' 'True..true. But I am now aren't I?' 'Well..'
Trish was so caught up in here own thoughts she did not notice the car pull up beside her.
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This woman was unbelievable!
First she wanted him to dance, now she wanted him to fight for her?
And for what! She was not his girlfriend.
"Stace, I'm not punching the guy," Hunter yelled.
"But why," She asked pulling closer to him. "He oggled me."
Oggled? Was that even a word?
Hunter looked to the ceiling closing his eyes. He had just about enough of this.
Partying, Dancing and Drinking? They were not his idea of fun tonight.
'You've been looking for an excuse to leave tonight, here's your chance.' 'I have not..' 'Oh just go pick up you jacket and leave already!
Without another word Hunter disentangled himself from Stacy's embrace marching over to the exit door.
He was just about to grab his jacket when he felt a hand...or two grab both his shoulders. "Stace..really...I've got to-"
"Dude, I am no chick," Randy exclaimed. "Where are you going man?"
Hunter turned to meet the eyes of his non to happy friends/mentor. "Out." He simply replied.
"Out," Flair asked. "As in leaving the building out?"
"Yeah Ric."
"Why," Batista asked.
Good god! It was like an interrogation at the police station for goodness sakes. What was with his friends?
"Why," Hunter asked. "Why what?"
"Why are you leaving," Randy answered, his voice rising on each syllable as he spoke out to his friend. "Stop beating around the bush Hunter, what is it you want to get out there to so quickly?"
'Well, well, well. What do you know. Randy is smart. I didn't know he had it in him' Batista silently joked to himselfas he watched his friends.
"Nothing," Hunter lied. He turned to grab his jacket then and pushed open the exit stepping out into the raging night. He looked to and fro before finding the car everybody rode in that night and went to head over toward it before Flair spoke up again.
"Is this about Trish?"
Hunter stopped clenching his fist by his sides tightly.
Trish? Was this about Trish?
"N..No."
"Trish! What does Hunter have to do with Trish? He doesn't even like the pretty diva," Randy wondered.
Pretty..diva?
"Rand, what do you mean by pretty di-"
"I meant um..I don't know what I meant," Flair tried.
Batista studied everybody before him, frowning. Hmm..someone was hiding something here. He knew everyone thought of him as the wordless animal of the group but when it came right down to it Batista could be as smart as the others if not smarter. He was not dumb.
"Trish," He asked.
Hunter started to walk again shaking his head and Flair's eyes grew wide as he tried to reason with the other two. "Really. I don't know why I even mentioned that woman's name. She has nothing to do with Hunter...nothing."
"Riight," Batista muttered unconvincingly.
Hunter studied him from his place by the car and he looked right back.
"Well, OK." Randy decided after a moment of thinking. If Flair and H said Trish's name meant nothing he'd believe it.
But Batista didn't believe a word anyone was saying right now.
What was it about Trish he wondered. Why would Flair bring her up only to act like he didn't mean to (and unconvincingly mind you)?
Something was not right here. Something was not right, and Batista didn't like it.
The deal with Trish...he wanted to know.
He planned to know...and he'd find out soon.
TBC...
OK! So I planned for this chapter to have lots more action in it but considering how long a chapter I have right now I'll just have to throw the other ideas into the next or next few chapters. I wanted so much to happen here but...((Sigh)) oh well...What can you do? Be prepared to be excited and whatnot next chapter! LOL ;p