A/N- Ok this is the chappie where Trish and John leave, shall we find out what happens?

Trish insanely tapped her fingers on the dashboard of the car. John glanced at her for the fifth time.

"Trish calm down!" John shook his head. He was actually nervous as well, bringing her to see his family for the first time in five years, what trademarc would say, and if his dad would embarrass him. Not that he cared.

"I'm trying it's just uh weird to know you mom won't be there to greet us with fresh baked cookie." Trish said quietly. John nodded and turned back to the road. Trish bit her lip when she saw John tighten his grip on the steering wheel. Trish sighed, hoping they'd be at the airport soon.

----------------

"Trish, Trish, Trish! TRISH DAMNIT!" Trish looked up at John.

"Huh? Oh sorry." Trish mumbled as she broke out of her daydreams.

"Yeah uh huh. That's us lets go." John rolled his eyes and walked into the tunnel to board the plane. Trish stood up and grabbed her purse and followed John. When Trish as in the plane she looked around and saw John sitting in an aisle seat. Trish waved to him as then line moved slowly. Trish kept her eyes on her seat. She watched this girl talk to John.

"Someone stole my seat, may I sit here?" Said the girl.

"Uh, I uh." John stuttered. He was shocked by the girl's 'beauty'

"No you can't." Trish said when she finally reached John. She heard people screaming behind her but she shrugged them off.

"Excuse and why can't I?" The girl challenged.

"Because, he's my boyfriend." Trish lied to get this girl off of her back. John looked at the girl to Trish.

"Is that so? He doesn't look pretty dedicated to me, but then again, who wants a little suck up bitch?" The girl snorted.

"I don't know, tell me I mean you are the one and only experienced suck up bitch, now move." Trish Challenge. The girl stuck her nose up in the air.

"Daddy's not gonna like this!" She said in a sing song voice.

"Oh really, who's daddy? The president?" Trish rolled her eyes.

"No, but my daddy has more talent then the president, he's Al Wilson." Said the girl.

"That makes it better." Trish said sarcastically.

"HPM!" The girl turned on her heel and walked away. John stared at Trish in amazement.

"I'm your boyfriend?" John asked, still staring.

"Of course not, I wanted to sit." Trish shrugged and turned toward the window. John nodded and turned his head. It was a long ride indeed, but they survived, it was only five hours and a half. So Trish slept most of the time and John had his I pod. Trish and John were really quiet most of the time but when they got to the front of the airport, Trish smiled.

"I remember the day I left." Trish said as she looked around.

"I don't want to remember that day." John mumbled. "Come on, we need to find Marc." Trish nodded and walked outside. It was about six o'clock.

"There he is, c'mon." John led Trish to a blue pick up truck.

"Hey John!" John's cousin greeted him.

"Hey, Marc you remember Trish right?" John asked as he hopped into the car. Trish hopped into the back.

"Do I? Of course, I remember like it was yesterday, Trish you made my John very happy. So your back together huh?" Marc asked as he pulled away from the airport.

"Naw, she's got a boyfriend. She just wanted to mourn for mom." John reluctantly explain. Marc shook his head.

"Trish he still likes ya, he called me and told me that he bumped into you. He said that you were beautiful but taken." Marc told Trish who laughed and blushed.

"When did I say that?" John lied and turned beet red. Marc rolled his eyes. That's basically how it stayed the whole ride, Trademarc told embarrassing stories, well they were embarrassing to John but sweet to Trish. When they finally reached John's house, Trish took a deep breath before stepping inside.

"Come on Trish, John will bring you inside, I got your bags." Marc said and grabbed her suitcases. Trish nodded and reached for John's hand without noticing. John didn't mind, he held onto her hand. John opened the door and stepped inside.

"JOHN!" John's dad greeted them. He hugged his son and then looked at Trish.

"Trisha, is that you?" He asked as he looked her over. Trish nodded. "John didn't tell me his girlfriend was coming."

"Actually we're not"

"Come inside, the game's on! Boston's winning." John's dad interrupted Trish.

"Uh first I'll show Trish her room, what inning is it?" John asked as he picked up his bags.

"Fourth." His dad said as he sat on the couch.

"Come on, you get the guest room." John said as he led her into a room with beige walls and a tan bed spread. "Make yourself at home, foods in the kitchen, toilets in the bathroom, TV's in the living room and uh…that's it." John said and the disappeared downstairs. Trish sighed as she took some of John's letters out of her bag and began to read them. Trish hopped on the bed and began reading his response to her only letter.

Dear Baby,

Should I even call you baby anymore? Please! I need you! You don't write to me for ever and when you finally do, you want to break up? What is there to say? That I support you 100 because I don't. Trish I'm like addicted to you! Please don't leave me, you said you'd always love me, remember that? Huh? PLEASE! Trish this is such a hard time for me, I love you so much. Well I did. I will always love you, and I'll follow through on my promise.

Love ALWAYS, John

Trish frowned when she remember writing him that one letter. Trish closed her eyes and laid back onto her bed. After reading that letter, she was having second thoughts of being with Matt instead of John.

-----

"I want to see Just like Heaven!" Trish said as she held up the movie. John shook his head.

"No! Amityville horror." John argued. Trish gave him her best puppy face.

"Fine!" John gave in. Trish smiled and sat on the couch as John slipped the DVD in. He sat next to her and grabbed a blanket. Trish got comfortable and cuddled with a pillow. As soon as they got comfortable, they fell asleep.

"Mmm" Trish stirred and groaned. She sat up and looked at the TV which had a blank screen. Trish ran a hand through her hair and looked at john who was looking around the room.

"Morning." John said as he sat up and helped Trish up.

"Mmm" Trish groaned again and hugged John. Trish held onto his waist as they walked up stairs.

"Morning love birds." Marc greeted them. He walked up to them with a picture in his hand. It was Trish and John cuddled up while asleep on the couch.

"Give me that!" Trish screeched as she tossed it into the trash can.

"Fine your loss!" Marc said as he walked away. John stared at his feet.

"What?" Trish asked him. He shrugged and walked away. Trish made sure he was gone and ran over to the garbage and dug out the picture. Good memories for perhaps the near future. Trish made her way upstairs and her someone crying. She knocked on the door quietly, and when no one answer she walked in. John was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, crying. Trish made a sympathetic face and rushed over to him.

"Aww it's ok honey." Trish hugged him. John looked at her with tears in his eyes and tears stains from his eyes to his chin. "Your mom would want you to be happy John." Trish said and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I…know it's not just that though, I will never get over you and Matt being together. The way you act, it se…seems like we have to chance at all. I'm so stressed out lately." John cried. Trish hugged him tightly.

"John, let's remember the good times. Let's stop b my old house and then the park we hung out at ok?" Trish suggested. John shrugged.

"Please." Trish pouted.

"Ok." John gave in. He grabbed a coat and walked out. The reason he didn't want to go is because it would make him want her even more, and he thought they'd never be together, but he was wrong.