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: Hearts Desire, I used one of the things you mentioned in your review… see how well I communicate with my fans? Don't ya love me? Hehehe… read on…here's a long chapter for you!

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Jeff lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. All he could think about was the hell Trish was putting him through – but he couldn't give up. He still had time. He was sure he could make her fall in love with him. Jeff really didn't know what to do.

He knew most girls liked romantic things. A walk on the beach? No, too common. A picnic in the park? No, too corny. Watching the sunset on a cliff? No, too dangerous. Jeff might throw Trish off after a couple of hours.

What could he do with her? He was clueless.

Jeff sighed and turned on his TV. He flipped through cartoons, movies, soap operas, reality shows – nothing of his interest.

"Damn." Jeff mumbled. He was bored as hell. He wasn't going to hang out with the guys… and he definitely wasn't going to go out with Trish. He stopped channel surfing and watched some commercials. Jeff sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe he should take a short nap. Jeff started drifting off when something caught his attention…

"Wanna know how to make a girl fall in L-O-V-E with you?" A man on TV asked.

"L-O-V-E…" Jeff quietly repeated. "That spells love! Hell yes I wanna make a girl fall in love with me!" Jeff exclaimed, sitting up in bed.

"Then woo her with a delicious dinner…made by you!" The man continued.

"Woo? What is woo?" Jeff asked.

"Make her fall in love with you, you dope!" The man answered.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. It was almost as if he and the man on TV were actually conversing.

"But how do I make dinner… I dunno how to cook." Jeff mumbled.

"Buy this twelve-page handy cookbook! It's called Cooking in 1-2-3! Made by men – for men. Only forty-three eighty-five!"

"Forty-three eighty-five?! For a twelve page cookbook?!" Jeff cried.

"That's because it's guaranteed that you'll win her over!" The man said.

Jeff shrugged. He turned off his TV. He was going to the bookstore.

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When Jeff came back into the apartment, Eddie and Matt were lazily watching TV.

"OUT, OUT, GET OUT!" Jeff yelled, swinging at the guys with his new book.

"Hey man, what's your deal?" Eddie asked, avoiding Jeff's swings.

"I'm gonna do something for Trish, and I need the house to myself at least till tomorrow afternoon." Jeff said. He looked at his watch. It was four o' clock in the afternoon.

"Fine… I wanna see Amy anyway." Matt said, getting up.

"I don't have an Amy to go see!" Eddie whined.

"She has friends." Matt said, dragging Eddie out with him.

Jeff grinned and set to work.

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By seven o' clock, Jeff had everything set. The book told him exactly what to do. He even had the room dimly lit with candles on the table.

At precisely seven-fifteen, the doorbell rang.

Jeff opened it, and there was Trish in a tight, short black dress.

"Wow." Jeff murmured.

Trish smiled.

"You – you look amazing." Jeff said. He couldn't take his eyes off Trish's body. Tonight was definitely his night.

"You don't look so bad yourself." Trish said, checking Jeff out. He was wearing a button-down long sleeved silky gray shirt and black jeans. His hair was dyed jet-black… he looked very sexy.

"Is all this for me?" Trish asked as she looked around the room.

"Yeah." Jeff whispered, slowly taking off her jacket. He smelled her hair. Trish noticed. She looked at him and winked.

"Have a seat." Jeff said, pulling a chair out for her.

"Why, thank you." She said, sitting down.

"No problem." Jeff said.

"So…what's on the menu?" Trish asked.

Jeff put a plate down in front of her. On it was mashed potatoes, corn and pork chops.

Jeff sat down across from her.

"Mm…this looks delicious." Trish said.

Jeff smiled.

"Did you make this yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah." Jeff said proudly.

"How long did it take you?"

"A long time… I had to follow directions and I did it very slowly so I wouldn't mess it up for you." Jeff said smiling at her.

"Oh…too bad I can't eat meat." Trish said.

"What?" Jeff asked, not sure if he heard her correctly.

"I can't eat meat." Trish repeated.

"But Trish… the other night you ate Chicken Alfredo… and earlier today you had a pepperoni pizza." Jeff said in a disappointed tone.

"Yeah but… I became a vegetarian as of three-fifteen this afternoon… I mean… do you know where chicken comes from?" She asked.

Jeff frowned. "No, tell me." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"Chicken! You know… bawk, bawk, bawk. The sweet little birdies that give us eggs!" Trish said.

"Wow… you see, you learn something new everyday." Jeff said. He had a sad expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Jeff… I didn't mean to make you upset." Trish said.

"No…no it's okay… I'll just order Chinese."

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"Oh my God, you didn't!" Trish cried. She couldn't stop laughing.

Jeff nodded. "Ask Matt." He said, smiling.

"I can't believe you filled your dad's girlfriends car up with dirt!" Trish said.

Jeff nodded proudly.

They were sitting in the middle of the living room. There were cartons of Chinese food all around them. They had been joking and laughing most of the night.

Trish stopped laughing and became serious for a second. "You know, Jeff… you're a pretty cool person once you open up." She said.

"Thanks… you are too."

"Oh, I know." Trish said, smiling.

Jeff laughed.

"Trish… I hafta ask you a question…" Jeff said.

"Sure."

"Your whole… attitude… your perspective on things these past few days. Is that how you really are? 'Cause you're a hell of a lot different right now." Jeff said.

Trish sighed. She wanted to tell him about the bet… but she decided not to.

"Um…Jeff… let's start over." She said.

Jeff looked confused. "Huh?"

"I'm Trish." She said, putting her hand out for a shake.

Jeff looked at her hand. He held it and placed a gentle kiss on it. "My pleasure." He whispered.

"Oh my God, you're so cute." Trish whispered back.

"Yeah – I know." Jeff said, smiling.

"No, I'm serious." Trish said.

"I was, too."

"Can I kiss you?" Trish asked.

"What?"

"Can I kiss you?" Trish repeated.

"If it makes you happy, I gue –"

Jeff was cut off by Trish's lips. She kissed him passionately for a few seconds after finally pulling back.

"Wow." Jeff mumbled.

"Shit!" Trish yelled.

"What?" Jeff asked.

"I shouldn't have done that, it was wrong of me." Trish said.

Jeff shook his head. "No, no… it was very…very right." He said, smiling.

"No, it wasn't!" Trish whined. She'd forgotten for those few seconds that Jeff was supposed to dump her.

"You think I should've kissed you first?" Jeff asked.

"What?" Trish asked.

"The guy should make the first move… in this case, I'm the guy. You're the girl, and you made the first move. Is that what's wrong?" Jeff asked.

Trish was about to shake her head… instead she nodded it. She wanted to kiss Jeff again. "Yes…that's what's wrong." She lied.

"Oh… then we can start over… again…" Jeff said.

"Okay." Trish said, clearing her throat. "I'm Trish." She said, putting her hand out again.

This time, Jeff pulled her hand, making her lunge into his arms. He kissed her lips – she returned the favor.

Jeff pulled away from the kiss after about ten seconds. "I'm Jeff." He whispered before kissing her again.

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Trish had slept over. She and Jeff didn't sleep together… but they slept together.

It was one in the afternoon and the two of them were still asleep.

Eddie and Matt walked into the apartment.

"HONEY! WE'RE HOME!" Eddie yelled.

"And you call me gay…" Matt mumbled.

Eddie shrugged.

"Oh Jeffrey! Where art thou?" Matt called.

"He can't possibly be asleep… Jeff's an early riser." Eddie said.

"I'll go look." Matt said.

He went into Jeff's room.

"Je – holy crap!" Matt exclaimed.

"What?" Eddie asked, running into the room.

Matt pointed to the bed.

"HOLY CRAP! JEFF SCORED!" Eddie yelled.

He yelled loud enough to wake up Jeff and Trish.

"Jeff did not score." Jeff mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm Eddie!" Eddie introduced himself to Trish. He leapt up on the bed.

"Hi." Trish said.

"Did you and Jeff score?" He whispered.

"No." Trish whispered back.

Eddie frowned. "You guys suck." He mumbled.

"Maybe they did 'suck' if you know what I mean!" Matt yelled.

"I so totally know what you mean!" Eddie yelled.

They high-fived each other.

"Get…out…now." Jeff said slowly.

"All…right…bye." Matt said in the same tone.

"Nice…meeting…you." Eddie said to Trish.

"Jeff…just…scored!" Eddie and Matt yelled at the same time.

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