DISCLAIMER: I know people are tired of hearing the same old crap, so I'm not gonna say: 'I don't own any of the Superstars, they own themselves, blah, blah, blah…' I'm just gonna say that: the story is a little similar to the movie, but not quite… so it's okay to read this before actually watching the movie. Read my story and review it damn it! … Pweez = (
NOTE: You know… I almost didn't write this fic. My cousin, a Jeff fan, told me it was a stupid idea and that I'd get bad reviews. Of course, being the rebel that I am, I did what I had to do and see for myself. Damn, I love proving people wrong! Thanks you guys, for all the great reviews.
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"So, how was the game?" Eddie asked in a pissed off tone. He was sitting on the couch, playing Playstation 2.
"It was… confusing." Jeff said.
"At least you went to a live game. I've been sitting here for hours watching this assclown play 'NBA Live.'" Matt said.
"Well it does have the word 'live' in it." Jeff said.
"Did you just call me an assclown?" asked Eddie.
"Yes."
"That's Chris Jericho's word!" Eddie said.
"Who?" Matt asked.
"Chris Jericho! He's a wrestler! You watch wrestling!"
"No, I don't. I made that word up."
"No! You watch –"
"Trish was a pain in my ass." Jeff said, cutting them off.
"She was?" asked Eddie.
"Hell yes! She kept sending me to get her soda… and she asked me to explain the game… it was annoying as hell." Jeff said.
"See? That's what you get for not taking one of us." Matt said.
"Yup!" Eddie agreed.
"Shut up." Jeff mumbled.
"So trying to make her fall in love with you wasn't as easy as you thought it would be?" Matt asked.
"Not at all." Jeff said, rubbing his temples.
"Nine more days to go, big boy." Eddie said. He laughed.
"Don't remind me." Jeff whined.
"Well, Jeff, if you wanna win her over you can't be so overwhelmed." Matt said.
"Well, he can, he just can't let Trish see that she's bothering him." Eddie said.
Jeff shrugged.
"Well… what are your plans for tomorrow?" Matt asked.
"I have to go to work tomorrow." Jeff said.
"What are the hours?" asked Eddie.
"Seven to eleven." Jeff said.
"Take her to an early movie." Matt suggested.
"I can't." Jeff said.
"Why not?" Eddie asked.
"I have to be at the station by five."
"What for?" Matt asked.
"We got a new CD shipment and so I have to get the requests in order."
"That's gay." Eddie commented.
Jeff shrugged again.
"Are you gonna be on air?" Matt asked.
Jeff nodded.
"We'll listen." Matt said.
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"How was the game?" Torrie asked as Trish threw herself on the couch.
Trish laughed.
"What happened?" Amy asked in an amused tone. The rest of the girls crowded around Trish.
"Having a root canal would've been better than being with me." Trish said.
"That bad, huh?" Katherine asked.
"I acted like the only six-year-old." Trish said.
"How?" Nidia asked.
"Well at first, I sent him to get me soda…but I didn't mention that I wanted diet."
"Ooh." Amy said. She laughed. She knew where this was going.
"So he went back and forth to the confession stand?" Stacy asked.
"Concession stand." Molly corrected her.
"Yep." Trish said.
"What else happened?" Jacqueline asked.
"Well… why would a guy expect an airhead like me to understand basketball?" Trish asked.
"You didn't!" Torrie exclaimed.
"What?" Stacy asked.
"Yes I did… he explained the whole game to me." Trish said, grinning.
"Job well done?" Amy asked.
"Job very well done." Trish said.
"Nine more days to go." Katherine said.
"I think one was enough. You should've seen how annoyed he looked." Trish said.
The girls laughed.
"What are you guys gonna do tomorrow?" Nidia asked.
Trish shrugged. "I think he has to work… so maybe I'll show up at his job."
Katherine giggled. "I bet you'll act like such a pain!" She said.
"Of course." Trish said.
"It comes naturally." Amy said.
"Ha, ha." Trish said.
The girls laughed.
"I can't wait for the 4-1-1." Jacqueline said.
"Oh, it'll be good… I can't let my sisters down." Trish said.
The girls smiled.
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