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: BntZ3lana … I'm so FLATTERED that MY story is your FAVORITE story!!! *TeaR* I LoVe YoU aLL!!!!
NOTE 2: Right now, this chapter might not make any sense… but it will. You'll understand when I post a few more chapters.
NOTE 3: There won't be any chapter posting anytime soon… =( I'm leaving tomorrow (July 4th) to Texas… I'll be back the 25th… I'm gonna miss writing and posting chapters! And I'll especially miss my fans and all my reviews… I love you guys! Oh… and prepare your eyes for a lot of reading, when I get back… cuz I'm gonna be doing a lot of posting…
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"It's one in the afternoon and Trish still isn't home!" Stacy said in a worried tone.
"She went to see Jeff last night." Amy said. "Maybe she's still there."
"Yeah right, Amy. So you're saying she slept with him?" Molly asked.
"It's a possibility." Torrie said, with a smirk on her face.
"I'm going to call the Bureau of Missing Persons!" Stacy exclaimed, picking up the phone. She dialed a number. "Hello, Bureau of Missing Persons? My name is Stacy Keibler. My friend is missing. Yes… yes… she's eighteen years old…blonde hair..."
Just then, Trish walked in. She stood next to Stacy. Stacy examined her.
"About five feet, five inches. She's wearing a – take off your jacket, Trish. A short black dre – Trish! Wow you guys sure are fast!" Stacy said, hanging up the phone.
"Where were you all night?" Amy asked.
"Jeff's apartment." Trish said.
"Ah-ha! We should've betted." Amy said.
"No more bets, please." Trish said in a sad tone. She threw herself on the couch.
"Why? What's wrong?" Stacy asked.
"You know how Jeff's supposed to dump me…" Trish mumbled.
"Yeah…what's the problem? Is he like – falling in love with you or something?" Torrie asked.
"No… I think it's the other way around." Trish said, covering her face in embarrassment.
"You love Jeff?!" Molly squealed.
"I don't know." Trish whined. "It's just that… he's so cute and nice…and funny… and he has a good heart."
"Oh yeah… let's turn back time for just a sec." Amy said. She cleared her throat, preparing for her Trish-imitation. "Oh my God! His hair is red! Stacy, pretend your name is Trish for the rest of the night! Blah, blah, blah!" Amy cried in a high-pitched voice.
"I do not talk like that." Trish said, defending herself.
"That's not the point." Amy said.
"Then what's the point? Someone point me to the point!" Trish cried.
"The point is… you hated his guts when you first met him –" Amy began.
"No, I didn't."
"Yeah you did!"
"I just thought he was…weird."
"Anyway… like I said, you hated his guts when you first met him, and you even wanted him to break up with you –" Amy began again.
"Yeah! That's true! I remember you waking me up past midnight to tell me that he wanted to see you again… and you didn't want him to." Molly said, cutting Amy off.
Trish shrugged.
"And now you're falling in love." Amy finally finished.
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"C'mon Jeff, tell the truth… did you guys score?" Eddie asked. He would not stop insisting that Jeff and Trish 'scored'.
"No, Eddie, we didn't score for the fiftieth time." Jeff said in an exasperated tone.
"You lie!" Eddie cried.
"Fine! We scored! Are you happy now?" Jeff asked.
"I knew it! Ha! You guys scored big time!" Eddie said.
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"So, guys, what are we gonna do tonight?" Eddie asked, grinning.
"I'm going out with Amy." Matt said.
"And I have to go to work." Jeff said.
"No way are you guys gonna ditch me!" Eddie yelled.
"Uh…yes way." Matt and Jeff said at the same time.
Eddie frowned.
"Call Molly." Matt suggested.
"Molly?" Jeff asked.
"One of Amy's friends…man, that girl is so uptight!" Eddie said.
"You said she was cool." Matt said.
"Nooo… I said she was interesting. Interesting does not mean cool!"
"Whatever, dude." Matt mumbled.
"She told me I was irresponsible! And I was too laid back… that I need to start… you know… doing 'big people things'." Eddie said, doing the quote signs.
"Well… do something 'responsible' while we're gone." Matt said.
"I once had a dog!" Eddie exclaimed.
"And?" Jeff asked.
"And… I forgot to put his leash on him and he ran into the street…" Eddie said sadly.
"And…" Jeff said.
"There is no and, okay Jeff! Snuggles died! He's gone! And I can't bring him back!" Eddie cried, dramatically.
"And?" Jeff asked.
"And you better stop saying and before I…"
"Before you what?"
"Before I… hide all your hair dye."
"Touch 'em and die." Jeff said, fiercely.
"Okay, boys… calm down." Matt said.
"I'll do it!" Eddie cried.
"Go ahead! Do it! I dare you!" Jeff yelled.
"I CAN! AND I WILL!" Eddie yelled, running towards Jeff's bathroom.
"I'll beat the living shit outta you, you taco-eating bastard!" Jeff yelled, chasing Eddie.
Eddie stopped in his tracks. "I'm Cuban!" He yelled.
"Same shit, different smell." Jeff said.
"Go to hell you southern redneck!" Eddie yelled.
"You!" Jeff yelled, not knowing what else to say.
"Hiding all of Jeff's hair dye is not a responsible thing to do, Edward." Matt said in a fatherly tone.
"Fine!" Eddie yelled. "But as Bob as my witness, I, Edwardo Calixto Zaldívar, will do something responsible!"
"Your middle name is Calixto?" Jeff asked.
"Did you say 'as Bob as my witness'?" Matt asked.
"I can't take questions now! I gotta do something responsible! Oh, and Jeff, you can't say Calixto like that… you hafta say it with an accent." Eddie said.
"Huh?" Jeff asked.
"Forget it…it's not a name for rednecks like you!" Eddie yelled.
Jeff gave him the finger.
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Matt and Jeff came home at the same time. When they opened the door, Eddie was standing there grinning.
"I'm scared, Jeff." Matt whispered.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Jeff asked.
"I did somethin' responsible!" Eddie said proudly.
"What did you do?" Matt asked nervously.
"Look on the table!" Eddie said excitedly.
Matt and Jeff looked at the table. On it, was a small bowl.
Jeff looked at it. "It's a fishbowl." He mumbled.
"And a fish! There's a fish! Where's the fish?" Eddie asked.
"Right there." Matt said. "Behind the plastic plant."
"Yup. I bought a fish." Eddie said.
"And… that was a responsible thing?" Jeff asked.
"Yes… and you know why?"
"Why?" Matt and Jeff asked at the same time.
"I've had him for seven hours and he still isn't dead."
"Good job." Matt mumbled.
"What's his name?" Jeff asked.
"Umm… I dunno… how 'bout Eddie?" Eddie suggested.
"There's already an Eddie." Matt said.
"You rhymed!" Jeff exclaimed.
"How about –" Matt began.
"Dennis?" Eddie asked.
"No." Matt said.
"Mar-tin." Eddie said.
"Martin?" Jeff asked.
"No… Mar-tin." Eddie said.
"No." Matt said.
"How about… Moby Dick?" Jeff asked.
Eddie laughed.
"What?"
"Nothin'… it's just that… Trish was ridin' the Moby Dick if you know what I mean!" Eddie said, laughing.
"Ha, ha." Jeff said, sarcastically.
"Nemo." Matt said.
"Huh?" Eddie and Jeff asked at the same time.
"Name him Nemo." Matt said.
"Okay… your name is Nemo." Eddie said to the fish.
"Okay." Jeff said in a high-pitched voice.
"Did my fish just talk?" Eddie asked.
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