Okay...I know it's taken forever for this update but I've been so damn busy with mid-terms and life in general, I've hardly had time to write anything. I've already started to write the last chapter of this fic which will be an epilogue. I didn't wanna leave things as they are right now but I didn't want to add too much either...I want it to be a definitive end to the story and the epilogue is this best way I can think of. I've already got two other stories I wanna start on and I promised myself I'm only going to do it when I've finally finished this one! Anyways, on with the story. Hope you guys enjoy and remember, please read and review :)

I Disclaim...

"Where are we going Stace?" Randy inquired as he allowed Stacy to lead him out of the party hall and into the lobby.

"Well, I need to go freshen up but I was hoping that when I was done we could go outside for a walk…it's awfully hot in this place" Stacy giggled. Randy sighed and offered a small smile.

"That's fine. I could use some fresh air after all that dancing myself" he chuckled softly. Stacy smiled at him in return before they stopped right in front of the restroom area.

"Wait right here….actually…." Stacy interrupted herself with a change of thought.

"…Would you mind grabbing our coats while I'm in here. It'll save us some time" Stacy suggested. Randy nodded his head and without a word, strode towards the coat room to retrieve their coats.

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Meanwhile:

"Owwww….Chris, stop it, I'm in heels for Heaven's sakes" Trish whined as Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the party hall.

"What's your problem?" Trish asked with a bit of an attitude. She should've been grateful because she had been struggling for the past fifteen minutes trying to get away from her dance partner.

"I know this isn't the best place to be talking to you about this, but it's serious and I really need your advice. You're best friends with both Amy and I and hate to burden you with our troubles but I just….I need someone to talk to" Chris murmured as his head hung low as he spoke to her.

Trish's demeanor suddenly changed her voice took on a much more softer tone.

"Oh Chris…I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to bite your head off when you dragged me out here….What problems could the two of you possibly be having? Amy's never mentioned anything to me and we never keep secrets from each other. I mean…I could read her like a book, how could I not have seen it?" Trish asked more to herself than Chris. Her concern for her two best friends had quickly taken on toll on her mind and she was already worried for the two of them.

"Actually Trish, I haven't told Amy anything yet. It's something I did…." he said as he bit his lip and glanced at Trish to measure her expression.

"Oh my God….what did you do Chris?" she asked with trepidation. She was afraid to ask and afraid to hear the answer but this was serious. Chris looked up towards the doorway to the party hall that they had just exited a few minutes ago.

"I don't feel comfortable telling in here. Can we go outside and talk?" he asked hopefully. Trish nodded her without hesitation as she bit her lip with worry.

"Thanks…" he said with a small smile of relief.

"I'm gonna go inside and tell Amy that you and I are gonna go for a walk…why don't you get our coats while I'm gone…" Chris suggested. Trish quickly nodded her head and without any further acknowledgement, she walked straight up to the coat check room with a million thoughts running through her head at the same time.

Chris watched her as she made her way to the coat room.

"God Bless her….I've got her worrying like crazy now" he said with a small smile.

Meanwhile, Trish was about to ring the bell but looked up to see that the window, where the coat clerk was supposed to be, was closed. She looked around and then looked back at the window only to see a paper pasted on that read:

Sorry for the Inconvenience. I am currently on break and will return in twenty minutes but feel free to go in and grab your belongings.

Trish looked at the paper quizzically. 'What's the point of him even being there if he's just gonna allow people to walk in?' Trish thought to herself. She didn't think much of it as she had more important things to take care of. With a shrug of her shoulders, she walked to the side and opened the door and entered the room.

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Randy walked around the corner and headed towards the coat check room. His mind was jumbled with so many thoughts…almost all of them including Trish and that dance scene he witnessed with her and that stranger. His blood boiled with jealousy, anger and most of all hurt. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he wished he had never come to the party. At this point, the only thing keeping him here was the fact that Chris was a good friend of his and he wasn't going to bail out now that he was already here. His thoughts were brought to halt as he came to the window of the room only to see it closed.

"Where the hell is the man that's supposed to be here?" he asked aloud as he quickly glanced around to see if he would spot the man. No such luck. He was about to turn around and walk away when he noticed a paper taped at the top of the window. He quickly read it over and his face quickly furrowed in confusion. He read it one more time.

"Well that's stupid" he whispered to himself. He found the door and entered only to be met with a huge room that was filled with a countless number of coats. Sure, they were all numbered but he had given his card to Stacy to put in her purse so that didn't help him at all.

He heard a rattling near the door and turned around expecting someone to enter but no one did so he turned his attention back to the task at hand. As he stood there forcing himself to remember his number, he saw a rack of coats start to rattle and a second later, it went toppling. He heard a loud cry and immediately rushed over.

"Oh shit….stupid mother fucking coat rack" Trish grumbled to herself. Before she could attempt to lift the heavy rack off of herself, she felt the weight lifted off of her. As she sat on and under a pile of coats, she began throwing them off of her while she immediately began to thank her mysterious hero.

"Thank you so much…they should really invest in some sturdy racks rather than this crap" she said as she finally rid herself of all the coats. She stood up with a bright small on her face to show her appreciation, only she was met with the most familiar pair of blue eyes she couldn't stop thinking about.

Her next words died on her lips as she just stared at him. He still had yet to say a word to her but similarly, he just stood there staring at her. She was the first to break the silence.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked snidely as the picture of him and Stacy grinding on each other on the dance floor immediately popped into her head.

"Perhaps the same thing you're doing in here….well, trying to do in here" he replied with emphasis just as snidely as she had, before slightly pushing past her so that he could start looking for his jacket.

They didn't speak for several minutes as they both just took respective sides of the room and rummaged through everything in hopes of quickly finding what they were looking for and getting the hell out of there. Trish stopped in frustration and looked over at Randy as he calmly rummaged through everything. His calmness was bugging the hell out of her.

"I thought you and Stacy had broken up" she said hoping that he would correct her. He shrugged his shoulders.

"What do you care?" he asked.

"I don't" she retorted. Randy looked at her from the corner of his eyes before laughing to himself.

"You know…you really are something else" he said more to himself.

"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked with offense.

"No matter what I do, I don't think I'll ever understand you" he continued. Trish scoffed.

"Right…like you're free of complications and confusion. Besides, what have you done in an attempt to understand me Randy Orton? Are you referring to the way you completely abandoned our friendship without any explanation whatsoever? Are you referring to the way you were forced back into my life as a favour to Dave? Are you referring to how you, yet again, abandoned me after you felt like you had fulfilled your duty?….Everything you did was for yourself!" she yelled at him before quickly turning around so that he wouldn't see the tears. Her heart was aching and she wanted to admit to him what she had finally admitted to herself…she loved him. But she wasn't sure when this game between them began and she wasn't sure it would ever end - but she was sure that her heart couldn't take anymore. She couldn't risk herself to someone who always bailed when times got too tough. Aside from his drunken confession, there was no real reason for Trish to believe that Randy felt the same.

As she was subdued with her own thoughts after her tirade, it was the one and simple statement he made that drove her over the edge.

"You are such a bitch" he said breaking the silence. She turned around immediately and the tears falling from them immediately caused the stoic nature of Randy's face to soften. She didn't say anything, she just looked at him for a while before turning around and heading for the door - the intention of finding the jackets was completely forgotten. She just needed to get out.

She turned the knob and to her surprise, it didn't open. She yanked harder and pulled and

pushed….nothing happened. She banged on the door - still nothing. She moved over to the window, with

every intention of climbing out of it only to see that it was bolted with a lock. She slammed her fist against

the glass in frustration before burying her head in her hands. She sobbed and she didn't care whether he heard her or not. She was simply fed up and there was nothing left in her to pretend that she was happy or pretend that she wasn't confused. Randy walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her back but she only shrugged him away and moved herself over so that she was farther away from him. She stayed that way for the next half hour as he continued to watch her with remorse. They were both beginning to get hungry but neither made mention of it. After a tiresome debate with his conscious, Randy kneeled beside her.

"I'm sorry" he whispered…his voice cracking with emotion. She didn't respond at first but she slowly lifted her head to look at him.

"It'll never change between us will it?" she asked him quietly. A frown marred his handsome features as he internally battled with his thoughts. He had nothing more to lose at this point. He cleared his throat and lifted her chin so that she would look at him.

"That night…I came to your hotel room and I was drunk…" he sighed to himself, praying that everything came out the way he wanted it to.

"Everything I said to you…about abandoning our friendship, my feelings for you….I meant every single word, Trish. If I hadn't been a coward and if I had been less selfish, I would've put aside my feelings for you and concentrated on being your friend like you've always done for me. You aren't a bitch…I just said that because you told me that I only cared about myself…which is true in some way and I'm ashamed of myself for it." He stopped to take a breath as Trish looked at him intently.

He smiled to himself as he allowed his feelings to choose his words for him.

"Trish Stratus…I love you. I've loved you then, I love you now….I'll love you always. I'm not sure when or even how it happened, but somewhere along the lines, I fell in love with you and if I had a chance to handle the situation differently…I would. I tried to save myself from being hurt, but I ended up hurting the both us. I'm sorry for everything…." he squeezed her hand before rising to his feet. He was about to move away from her but she held on to his hand. She brought herself to her feet and moved closer to him.

"I love you too" she whispered that even she barely heard herself. Randy looked at her, half in disbelief and the other half was overjoyed.

He leaned down rested his forehead against hers and smiled.

"Say it again" he whispered.

"I love you. I have for a long time I just refused to see it and believe it" she said. He smiled at her before pulling away slightly to look at her.

"Just think, if I hadn't been so stupid, we could've been doing this like a year ago" he chuckled at the irony.

She snaked her arms around his neck and pondered before speaking.

"But maybe this is exactly what needed to happen so that we could appreciate it all" she said wisely. He nodded his head in agreement.

"So…what do we do now?" he asked almost shyly. She giggled as she played with the his short hair in the back of his head.

"Well….you could kiss me" she suggested. He didn't need any further prodding as he leaned down and captured her lips. She was feeling breathless as he dipped his tongue inside her mouth and battled with her own. They touched and teased until they finally pulled away completely breathless.

"You know, it's been rumored you're quite the Casanova" she laughed.

"Oh yeah?…I'm just getting started" he chuckled as he lifted her up against the door. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he propped her up and began the assault on her mouth once again. The first kiss had been passionate but was still gentle. This kiss was pure lust and a result of all the months of pent up sexual tension. As he massage her tongue with his own, his hands found its way inside her shirt as he caressed her hot skin. She pulled away from the kiss and struggled to undo the buttons of his own shirt…that is until she saw several eyes staring back at her through the window.

"Oh shit…." she said as she turned Randy around to see what she was talking about. Randy turned around to see Chris, Amy, Dave and Stacy peering in the window with goofy smiles on their faces and they were all giving the two of them the thumbs up sign. Randy chuckled as Trish buried her face into his chest while the her friends began to hoot and holler for the outside.

"They set us up…" Randy said, it finally dawning on him. Trish looked at him like he was crazy.

"You just figured that out? I knew this was all them from the moment I found out that the door was locked" she said.

"Then why are you acting surprised?" he asked.

"I'm surprised that they were watching our make out session like it was drive in movie" she said incredulously. She looked over to the window where Amy and Chris had their lips puckered up to the window glass, teasing Trish. Trish smiled at them before flipping them off.

Randy came up from behind and put his arms around her waist.

"You know…I do have a vacant hotel room at the moment" he suggested with a smirk. Trish turned slightly to look up at him before returning her gaze to her friends.

"We wouldn't want it to go to waste now would we?" she said as she motioned for her friends to unlock the door. She pulled him along with her as she yanked the door open and came face to face with her friends. She looked at the smirk on Amy and Stacy's face and she smiled genuinely.

"You're lucky I'm more grateful than pissed off that you locked us in there for so long without food" she laughed. She quickly hugged Chris and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Birthday. Something came up and I've gotta run but I want details tomorrow…don't party too hard" she said and winked at them. Chris looked over at Randy.

"And I'm assuming you're going with her…so what's your excuse?" he asked playfully.

"I'm her ride…no pun intended" he laughed.

"You have a such a dirty mind" Trish said nudging him in the stomach.

"Yeah…well, so do you if you understood the innuendo" he smirked at her before he kissed the top of her head.

"Alright you two…we won't keep you any longer…go do your thing" Amy smiled and without any more prodding…the two made their way towards the exit.

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