NOTE: MY STORY'S BETTER THAN THE MOVIE!!! WOO HOO!!!!

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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Jeff turned over in his bed. He couldn't sleep. Trish was spread across the entire bed with all the blankets wrapped around her.

Jeff turned the lamp on.

"At least it's a form of heat." He mumbled.

He closed his eyes, trying to get back to sleep when he felt Trish's arms wrap around him. "Jeff."

He smiled when she mumbled his name in her sleep. At least she was dreaming about him. She was a complete pain in the ass, but he still cared about her.

"Trish?"

"Shh… I'm sleeping."

Jeff laughed. "Can I ask you a question?"

"No."

Jeff took a deep breath and decided to ask her anyway. "Did you like Eddie's present more than mine?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Oh." Jeff frowned.

"But I love you more."

"I love you – WHAT?" Jeff jerked up, scaring the daylights out of Trish.

Trish rubbed her eyes. "Mm… I was sleeping." She murmured.

"Uh-uh… don't gimme that bull! You said you loved me! I won the bet!"

Trish grinned. "I said I loved you… but I didn't say I was in love with you."

"Oh, same shit!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh."

"Well… you were gonna say you loved me too!" Trish cried.

"So? You'd lose the bet anyway."

"Whatever, Jeff, goodnight." Trish turned the lamp off and plopped back down.

Jeff flicked it back on.

Trish flicked it off. "Please, J, I have classes tomorrow."

"Fine." Jeff lay back, grabbing some covers from Trish. She snuggled up to him for warmth.

Jeff stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes. He glanced down at Trish, lying on his chest. "Tell me again." He whispered.

Knowing exactly what he was talking about, she placed a soft kiss on his collarbone and said, "I love you."

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The sun shone brightly through the window. Jeff stirred in his sleep, rolling over so the sun could hit his back. His eyes fluttered as the scent of cinnamon tickled his nostrils. His stomach growled and he then realized how hungry he was.

Jeff walked into the kitchen, spotting Trish at the sink. Jeff wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a trail of kisses from her ear to her neck.

"Morning to you, too, sleepyhead." Trish said with a smile.

"Baby, can we forget about the bet for today?"

"Sure. Why?"

Jeff continued showering her with kisses. "'Cause I love you."

"Love you, too."

Jeff gave her one last kiss before letting her go. "What smells so good?"

"Cinnamon buns."

Jeff picked one up and bit into it. It was delicious. "Damn… I thought you couldn't cook?"

Trish wiped her hands and smiled at him. "I guess I'm not the only one who thought about holding off the bet for today." She tiptoed and kissed him. "Ugh… you taste like cinnamon-y drool."

"I didn't brush my teeth yet!" Jeff said proudly. "Plus… I wanted you to taste me all natural… not… Colgate and Listerine-y."

"Well I'd rather taste you minty fresh than morning breath."

Jeff grinned. "Okay, Dr. Seuss."

Trish rolled her eyes. She continued cooking for him and then… BAM. Like a bullet, it just came to her. She realized what he was up to. "Forget about the bet my ass." Trish mumbled. He's gonna be so sweet today that I'll tell him how much I love him and then I'll lose the bet. He thinks he's soooo slick.

Jeff smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I'll be so sweet to her today, she won't even know what hit her."

"It takes two to tango." Trish muttered while she served him. "Well… three in some cases because that time at Aunt Christine's wedding we… oh forget it. Why am I talking to myself?"


Jeff waltzed out of the bathroom, grinning from ear-to-ear, proving that he brushed his teeth.

"So you know how to use a toothbrush, big whoopee shit." Trish spat coldly.

"Ouch, babe…"

"Want a Band-Aid?"

"No, I –"

"Then shut up."

Jeff raised his eyebrow. Why was she being so bitchy? Annoying, he could deal with… but bitchiness? He was kind of sensitive and… well, he didn't like it.

"Trish?"

"What?"

Jeff scratched his head. "I think I'm gonna go to work today." He said softly.

"You better eat first. I didn't cook for nothing."

Jeff nodded. "I will."

Why was he being so vulnerable? He shouldn't be intimidated by Trish.

"And hurry, 'cause I still have to go to class."

Jeff nodded again. His throat was dry. He swallowed hard. "Thanks. I… I love you."

"Mm-hmm." Trish walked past him and into the room to get dressed. She had a grin on her face that was so big; it looked like she had a hanger stuck in her mouth. It was kind of hard being mean to Jeff because he was such a sweetie… but it was also kind of fun. And if he thought he was going to fool her into falling in love with him, well… he had another thing coming to him.

"I just won't… show… that I'm in love with him. That's all."

Trish began to undress.

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