I don't own any of these characters. Credit goes to the WWE.
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"Hey Torrie! Hey John!" Trish walked up to them, followed by Randy.
"Hey Trish! Hey Randy!" John greeted them.
"Hey ya'll!" Randy said; he was born and raised in the South.
"Um, I'm going to head home." Torrie smiled, walking slowly due to her high heels.
"I think I'll follow her," John pointed to Torrie, before running up behind her and throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her upside down.
"They are such flirts!" Trish giggled.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Randy smirked.
"Yah know, one day, that smirk of yours is gonna be famous," Trish smiled.
"Oh yeah, well, that laugh of yours is gonna be famous," he smirked once more. He loved her smile. He always had.
"Really think so?" she laughed.
"I know so, babe," he grinned.
"Well, let's go meet the gang at the house, babe," Trish joked, as they crossed the street.
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"So, I know this guy," Paul thought aloud.
"Uh-huh," Steph nodded.
"Is it Randy? John? Dave Batista?" he began randomly naming off guys he knew.
"Nope. I can't believe it's even taking you this long to put it all together." She laughed.
"Tell me, puhleez!" he whined.
"You're just gonna have to guess." She sat down beside him on the sidewalk.
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"John, you can put me down now," Torrie giggled, as John threw her on the couch and fell on top of her, pretending to beat her up.
She stared into his blue eyes, and then suddenly kissed him. It was silent for a few moments.
"Oh my ga!" Torrie got up and ran to her room. "Why did I just do that?" she asked herself. "He's my best friend. You don't kiss your best friend. I don't kiss Trish. So, why did I kiss John? He's dating Dawn!" she hit herself, feeling completely stupid.
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Trish and Randy walked in the living room, only to find a dumb-stricken John sitting on the couch.
"What's wrong with you?" Randy waved his hand in front of John's face.
"Torrie, she just kissed me and then ran to her room," he explained.
"Oh my ga! Torrie kissed you!" Trish smiled, thinking about how she would demand all of the details from her best friend later. "How? When? Where? Did you kiss her back? Was she serious? Or was she just playing? Or..." Trish began interrogating John as Randy interrupted her.
"Trish, wow! Let's go for a walk so that John and Torrie can talk, okay?" Randy suggested.
"No, I wanna stay and hear," Trish pouted.
"No you don't," he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" she laughed, enjoying her view. She took her flip flop off and hit Randy in the butt with it. "Oh, what now?" she joked, as Randy walked across the street, with her still flung over his shoulder. Then he took his hand and slapped her butt hard.
"Ouch! Son of a cracker!" Trish smacked him again, this time with her hand.
Randy put her down and wrapped his hands across her waist. He felt like kissing her, but didn't want to make Trish feel uncomfortable. Trish leaned in and laid a big kiss on him, before slapping his shoulder and yelling, "You're it!" With that, she took off running down the street. Randy just looked at her run, wondering if the kiss just happened. In a few minutes, he finally had caught up with her. She collapsed into his strong arms, out of breath. "I'll carry yah home, smartass!" he joked, picking her up.
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"Come on Steph; just tell me who it is already!" Paul whined. "I'll you who I like."
"No, I'm not telling until you guess," she smiled.
"Come on, I've been guessing guys for three hours straight!"
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, or better yet, show you!" she grinned evilly. "But, you go first. Then I'll blab."
"Okay, I guess this needs to come out anyways," he kissed her lips passionately, as she kissed him back and he wrapped his arms across his waist. She placed her arms around his neck.
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Here's another chapter! I will not be able to update this story until Monday, being the earliest. This is why I posted a chapter early. I hope you enjoy it. Please continue to R & R. I appreciate it!
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"Hey Torrie! Hey John!" Trish walked up to them, followed by Randy.
"Hey Trish! Hey Randy!" John greeted them.
"Hey ya'll!" Randy said; he was born and raised in the South.
"Um, I'm going to head home." Torrie smiled, walking slowly due to her high heels.
"I think I'll follow her," John pointed to Torrie, before running up behind her and throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her upside down.
"They are such flirts!" Trish giggled.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Randy smirked.
"Yah know, one day, that smirk of yours is gonna be famous," Trish smiled.
"Oh yeah, well, that laugh of yours is gonna be famous," he smirked once more. He loved her smile. He always had.
"Really think so?" she laughed.
"I know so, babe," he grinned.
"Well, let's go meet the gang at the house, babe," Trish joked, as they crossed the street.
- - -
"So, I know this guy," Paul thought aloud.
"Uh-huh," Steph nodded.
"Is it Randy? John? Dave Batista?" he began randomly naming off guys he knew.
"Nope. I can't believe it's even taking you this long to put it all together." She laughed.
"Tell me, puhleez!" he whined.
"You're just gonna have to guess." She sat down beside him on the sidewalk.
_ _ _
"John, you can put me down now," Torrie giggled, as John threw her on the couch and fell on top of her, pretending to beat her up.
She stared into his blue eyes, and then suddenly kissed him. It was silent for a few moments.
"Oh my ga!" Torrie got up and ran to her room. "Why did I just do that?" she asked herself. "He's my best friend. You don't kiss your best friend. I don't kiss Trish. So, why did I kiss John? He's dating Dawn!" she hit herself, feeling completely stupid.
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Trish and Randy walked in the living room, only to find a dumb-stricken John sitting on the couch.
"What's wrong with you?" Randy waved his hand in front of John's face.
"Torrie, she just kissed me and then ran to her room," he explained.
"Oh my ga! Torrie kissed you!" Trish smiled, thinking about how she would demand all of the details from her best friend later. "How? When? Where? Did you kiss her back? Was she serious? Or was she just playing? Or..." Trish began interrogating John as Randy interrupted her.
"Trish, wow! Let's go for a walk so that John and Torrie can talk, okay?" Randy suggested.
"No, I wanna stay and hear," Trish pouted.
"No you don't," he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" she laughed, enjoying her view. She took her flip flop off and hit Randy in the butt with it. "Oh, what now?" she joked, as Randy walked across the street, with her still flung over his shoulder. Then he took his hand and slapped her butt hard.
"Ouch! Son of a cracker!" Trish smacked him again, this time with her hand.
Randy put her down and wrapped his hands across her waist. He felt like kissing her, but didn't want to make Trish feel uncomfortable. Trish leaned in and laid a big kiss on him, before slapping his shoulder and yelling, "You're it!" With that, she took off running down the street. Randy just looked at her run, wondering if the kiss just happened. In a few minutes, he finally had caught up with her. She collapsed into his strong arms, out of breath. "I'll carry yah home, smartass!" he joked, picking her up.
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"Come on Steph; just tell me who it is already!" Paul whined. "I'll you who I like."
"No, I'm not telling until you guess," she smiled.
"Come on, I've been guessing guys for three hours straight!"
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, or better yet, show you!" she grinned evilly. "But, you go first. Then I'll blab."
"Okay, I guess this needs to come out anyways," he kissed her lips passionately, as she kissed him back and he wrapped his arms across his waist. She placed her arms around his neck.
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Here's another chapter! I will not be able to update this story until Monday, being the earliest. This is why I posted a chapter early. I hope you enjoy it. Please continue to R & R. I appreciate it!