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 =(

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Trish was actually a great cook. She had purposely cooked terribly for Jeff. Her food was delicious… she had made sure that Jeff's wasn't.

She thought back to when they first started eating. She had to smile at the faces Jeff had made.

Trish laughed silently as she walked upstairs. She started undressing. She slipped into an extra-large T-shirt and snuggled under her covers. Trish reached over and pressed the 'play' button on her answering machine. She had three new messages: one from her mom, one from her grandmother, and one from Jeff.

She listened to the first two. They both pretty much said the same thing – to call when she had the time.

Next, the automated-voice recited Jeff's cell phone number. Trish smiled to herself. She thought about what the message would say. Maybe something like… we should just be friends… or…I had a great time! Maybe we should do it again and… just be friends… or let's hang out and just be friends. She couldn't stop thinking of Jeff's voice saying: let's just be friends.

Finally, the message started playing. "Hey Trish. It's me… Jeff. I had a really nice time with you…" Here it comes, Trish thought happily. "…your food was delicious…" What? "…I'd love to see you again sometime. I'd like to take you out for lunch tomorrow around one…call me as soon as you get this message. Bye…Trishy."

Trish sat up in bed with a horrified look on her face. Why would he want to see her again? She'd been so annoying and irritating… and did he call her Trishy?

She picked up her phone and dialed Jeff's number.

"I've been waiting for your call," was Jeff's answer.

"You have?" Trish asked, trying not to sound confused.

"Yeah… did you get my message?"

"Yes."

"So is it a date?"

"Um… yeah."

"Alright!" Jeff shouted excitedly. It made Trish frown.

"Um… I'll meet you at Little Tony's Pizzeria at one."

"I'll be there."

"Bye."

"Bye Jeff."

She hung up and ran down the hall, into Torrie's bedroom. She started shaking her furiously.

"Huh? What?" Torrie asked in a muffled voice.

"Jeff wants to see me again!" Trish whined.

"Mm…sweetie, I have a test tomorrow." Torrie mumbled.

"Argh!" Trish growled.

She ran over to Amy's bed. She looked down at the redhead in her peaceful sleep. It was useless trying to wake Amy. World War II could be going around her and she wouldn't hear a thing.

Trish ran to Molly's room.

"Molly!" Trish yelled.

"Mm?" Molly mumbled.

"Jeff wants to see me again!" She whined.

Molly sat up. "So?" She asked.

"So? Did I not tell you about all the crap I put him through?" Trish asked.

"Well yeah… but –"

"But nothing! He should hate me!"

"Well he doesn't… you have to try harder." Molly said.

Trish frowned. She had been trying her hardest – but things just weren't going her way.

"Fine." Trish said in a firm tone. "I'll just have to be a little more annoying, that's all."

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