NOTE: Sorry it took me so long for this chapter… I've just been so busy with 'Truly, Madly, Deeply, and ALWAYS' (hehehe…) … and school and stuff… oh yeah, and 'Fuk'd' ~ Expect a new chappy fer that one… I'm still workin' on it. But yeah… thanks u guys for all the great feedback on 'Truly, Madly, Deeply, and Always' u guys don't know how damn hard it is for *yours truly* to write something dramatic… I'm more of a comedian… but you guys have been so great. Well let me shut the hell up already and let u all read this long awaited chapter. *HuGGLeS!*
NOTE 2: I noticed I have like… 90 something reviews for this fic… (I'm so proud of myself) … COME ON PEOPLE, LET'S GET IT TO THE 100'S!!!!! YAY!!!
NOTE 3: Happy 23rd birthday to my sister, Evy!
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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Matt walked into the apartment, tossing his keys on the counter, next to the fishbowl.
"So how's little Ne – what the hell is that?"
"That's Nemo." Eddie said with a grin on his face.
"No… that's a cracker… that's a Goldfish Cracker."
"That's Nemo."
"No… that's a cracker… that's a Goldfish Cracker."
"That's Nemo."
"That's a Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Cracker." Matt insisted.
"NEMO… IS… A FISH." Eddie yelled. "NOT… A CRACKER! YOU, MY WHITE FRIEND, ARE THE CRACKER!"
"Eddie!"
Eddie laughed. "Sorry, but that was funny."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Jeff home yet?"
"Nah."
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Jeff sat at his desk, putting the new CD's away.
"Jeff! Phone call for you! Line three!" Janice called.
"Who is it?"
"Some girl… says she's your girlfriend."
Jeff sighed. "Thanks, Janice. Hello?"
"Jeffrey, darling?" Trish called sweetly.
"Yes?"
"Would you be so kind as to do me a big favor?"
"What?"
"Meet my family…"
"WHAT?! NO!"
"Why not, Jeffy?"
"'Cause! I'm not good with things like that!"
"Things like what? People?"
"Exactly. I don't even like my own family."
"You live with your brother."
"I'm adopted."
"Jeffy, baby…" Trish whined.
"What?"
"Oh, don't be like that!"
"Be like what?"
"Like that… all moody and stuff… just meet them… pretty please."
"But I don't wanna!" Jeff whined.
"Jeff, please! I told them about you and they think you sound really nice and they never like any of my boyfriends and they might like you… so please, please, please come meet them." Trish begged.
Jeff sighed. Trish wanted Jeff to come meet her parents, her brother, and her sister. Jeff didn't think that this relationship would go as far as meeting her family… that's something that comes when you're in love… was he in love? Even better… was she in love?
"Fine." Jeff said.
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"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Trish squealed, kissing Jeff's cheek.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jeff mumbled.
Trish pulled Jeff's arm and led him up the stairs to the porch.
"Shit." Trish mumbled.
"What?"
"Your hair is kind of blue, sweetie." Trish said.
"Yeah I know."
"They're gonna think you're some kind of freak."
"Um… I am some kind of freak."
Trish sighed. She rang the doorbell. It swung open and there was a girl about twelve years old there.
"Trish!" The girl cried, throwing her arms around Trish.
"Hey Trixie." Trish said, hugging the girl. "Oh… Jeff, this is my little sister, Trixie, Trixie, this is my boyfriend, Jeff."
"Hi Jeff." Trixie said.
"Hi Trixie." Jeff said.
"Wow… do you know that your hair is blue?" Trixie asked.
"Yes, I'm aware."
Trish laughed.
"Come on, Trish, Grandma can't wait to see you!" Trixie said, pulling Trish's hand.
"Grandma? I have to meet a Grandma? We didn't discuss a Grandma." Jeff said nervously.
"I didn't know she'd be here." Trish said, shrugging. "Come on."
Trish led Jeff into the kitchen where her mother and Grandmother were.
"Trish!" Her mom cried, hugging her daughter.
"Hi mommy!" Trish cried.
"And who's this?" Her mom asked, smiling at Jeff.
"This is my boyfriend, Jeff. Jeff, that's my mom." Trish said. She went to hug her grandmother.
"Now… I know I'm old… and my eyes aren't so good… but… my stars, is your hair blue?" Trish's grandmother asked.
"Yeah." Jeff said.
"Interesting." Her mom said. "Well, Jeff, you know I'm Mrs. Stratus, but you may call me Rachel."
"And I'm Helen, but you may call me Mrs. Parker."
Jeff laughed.
"TRISH!" A male voice cried.
As soon as Trish turned around, a large blonde guy swept her off her feet.
"Travis!" Trish cried through giggles.
"Man, I missed you!" Travis said.
"I missed you too! Travis, this is my boyfriend, Jeff. Jeff, this is my older brother, Travis."
Jeff put his hand out for a shake. Instead, he got a hug.
"Handshakes are for strangers!" Travis said.
"Oh." Jeff mumbled.
Travis hugged Jeff tighter. "Ow… ow." Jeff said.
"Break my sister's heart and I'll beat your ass so bad, your great, great grandfather will feel it… got it?" Travis whispered.
Jeff's eyes widened. "Yes." Jeff cleared his throat. "I got it."
"Good." Travis smiled warmly. "Welcome to the family!"
"Travis, he's not her husband for crying out loud." Rachel said, putting a hand on Jeff's shoulder. "Jeff, sweetie, are you hungry?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks."
"Alright, I'll fix you something to eat. Trish, why don't you show him your old room?" Rachel suggested.
Trish nodded and led Jeff up the stairs and into her old room.
"Well this is my –" Trish's jaw dropped when she saw what lined every last shelf in her room. Trophies… basketball trophies. It was way too late to hide them all. She'd forgotten she played basketball in junior high school and high school. She hoped he wouldn't, but Jeff noticed.
"Trophies… you played basketball?" Jeff asked accusingly.
"Umm… I wasn't very good at it." Trish lied.
"Then what are all these trophies for?"
"Well… they… um… they pitied me… you know, being the worst player and all."
"Hmm." Jeff walked over to one of the shelves and picked up a trophy. "To the best player from the 1993-1994 season: Trish Stratus." He read.
"They did a hell of a good job pitying me." Trish said, laughing nervously.
Jeff didn't find it amusing. "Trish… at the basketball game… you didn't understand a thing that was going on… and you… well look at all these trophies!"
Trish sighed. God, she just wanted to tell Jeff about the whole bet. "Jeff, honey…"
"Yeah, I'm still here." Jeff did not look amused.
"Um… don't hate me okay, sweetie?"
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