A/n- Sorry For another Delay. I've been busy I guess you'd say :P Ok continuing…

Trish leaned her head back and gripped the steering wheel. She Stared at the empty parking lot in front of her. She had driven, not too far, to a Parking lot. It was silent and gave her time to think. That was until, someone knocked on her window. Trish jumped, startled.

"Excuse me miss, but can I help you? You've been out here for nearly an hour." Said a man with short blonde and strong green eyes. Trish felt her face warm up. She ran a finger under her eyes, fixing her mascara.

"Uh no thank you. I was just… thinking." She said. The man nodded at her, uncertainly.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm inside." He nodded at the convenient drugstore. Trish nodded and the man began to walk away. Trish bit her lip. She was right. Not Stacy. Not John. She was able to make her own decisions, right? Trish sighed and began to drive back.

Rain began to fall from the dark clouded sky. Trish pulled over as her phone rang.

"Hello?" She answered Solemnly.

"Patricia! You get back home this instance. I want this dirt bag out of my house!" Trish rolled her eyes.

"I know dad.."

"NOW!" Trish pulled the phone away from her ear.

"Coming." Was all she said.

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Stacy sighed, staring up at the blank ceiling. Tempted, she grabbed her phone and punched in Christian's number.

"Hi this is Jay, I can't get to the phone but leave a message with your name, date and time you called and I'll try to get back to you. Thanks."

BEEP

Stacy opened her mouth as if to say something but pressed end on her phone. Either he was always busy or just didn't want to answer her calls.

Feeling Daring, Stacy picked up the phone in the guest room she was staying in. She grabbed it and took a deep breath. Punching in his number, he heart leaped. It rang once, twice, three times, and then to his voicemail.

Stacy slapped herself. What would she say anyways? She glanced at the phone as it rang. Sure enough, on the caller ID it said Reso, William. Stacy grabbed in and answered in a high pitched voice.

"Uh hi.. I just received a phone call from this number.. can I help you?" Came his voice. Silence hit Stacy.

"Uh...uh… Jay?" There was a boom on the other end as if he dropped the phone.

"S-stacy?" He finally asked.

"Jay." She said warmly.

"Uh.. How have you been?" He asked.

"Pretty good. And yourself?"

"Great.., just great."

"Jay? Who are you on the phone with?" Came a woman's voice from Jay's end.

"Nothing babe!" He called back to her.

"Maybe I should let you go…" Stacy concluded. She heard a muttered "Duh" from his end and he just said.

"Yeah. Bye." And he hung up with that. Stacy jumped on the bed, and cried.

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John rolled his eyes. What was he doing? He couldn't make the world's most beautiful girl fall in love with him again. He'd make a complete idiot out of himself. What if she didn't love him back? What if she really does love Jeff? John sighed. Every question he asked, he began to doubt himself more.

Pulled on the side of the road, John began to turn back to Trish's house where he was planning on packing his stuff, taking a nap and catching a flight back. After hitting his head repeatedly on the steering wheel he drove back.

Once in front of Trish's house he sighed. Trish's car was right there in front of his own. John slowly climbed out and walked into Trish's house, stomping up the stairs. Once he opened the door to the quest room he saw Stacy. Not alone though. Trish laid on the bed spread out. Stacy was just fixing her face in there mirror. John tried to get a closer look at Trish. He gasped.

She looked paler than ever, Mascara ran down her cheeks along with tear stains. Eyeliner collected under her eyelid. Her hair went all ways. She was wearing an old sweatshirt and sweatpants with no shoes or socks. John stared at her. She still looked beautiful to him.

On the roughest of her days, she looked gorgeous. Did this mean something? He kept himself from smiling as he walked in. Stacy gasped.

"Um…Well…I forgot my bag. All the way downstairs. Later." Stacy excused herself and ran out. John glanced at Trish who stared up at him. She closed her eyes to keep back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Listen John…"

"No. Trish.." John sighed, Thinking of how much he was going to regret this. "I-I" John took a deep breath. "Trish. I love you." Heblinked. Trish was now bawling into a pillow. John rubbed her back.

"I'm sorry for not understanding… I just… We all just miss you so much. You have no idea how hard it is to go about your life when your love is quitting." Trish smiled a little bit.

"I actually do know. Well, I know what it's like to be apart and ignore the one I love."

"Hm. Who?" He asked curiously, think back to the magazine.

"We'll… we've been through a lot…" Trish took a breath. "You."

"Me? Not Jeff Hardy?" He said, looking surprised.

"Yes you." She smiled uncontrollably. "I..i love you too." She breathed. John smiled and leaned forward slowly. Trish began to do the same until they were 2 inches away from each other's face. John went in a kissed her deeply and intently. It had been months since he's been able to do this. They kissed again until there was a knock at the door.

"Guys? Are you done yet? Trish's maid is making chicken!" Stacy pounded on the door.

"Uh.. Ok." Trish sighed. With one last kiss to John, she took his hand and led him downstairs where her mother, father (Who snarled when he saw them) and Stacy sat. Stacy smiled at the scene of the two smiling and holding hands.

"Good afternoon," John greeted Trish's mom. "Nice to see you again sir." John nodded towards Trish's dad.

"George." Trish's mom nudged him.

"Yes well, not nearly nice as it is to see you." He raised an eyebrow at him.

"Er. Thanks." Trish laughed and slapped her dad.

"Daddy. You are SO rude!" She shook her head.

"What? I said it was nice to see him." Trish giggled and shook her head.

"What ever." Trish glanced at her plate as she sat next to John. Stacy was on the other side smiling at Trish. "What?" Trish asked her.

"So does this mean… you're together?"

"I.. I don't know." She shrugged. "We need to talk about it." George gave a big sigh but tried to hide it.

"Ok. Well… are you still quitting? Vince is giving you one month to think about it." Stacy grinned.

"Hm… do I really want to go back and see the psychotic diva and try to win my lost title and face the crowd that doesn't favor me anymore?" Trish asked herself.

"Trish! Don't think of all the negatives.."

"But, I'd get to see my best friends, get the latest gossip and tell people about it from Stacy and be with the one I love?" Trish felt John's grip tighten. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Yay!" Stacy jumped up and hugged her. "So… when!"

"Tomorrow. We'll all catch a flight."

"You sure your up to traveling?" John asked her.

"Positive. What could happen. I'd be with you." She pointed out.

"And you'd be with Stacy."

"You've made a point. Hm.. I'm positive." Trish said, sitting up straight.

"Wait… HEY!" Stacy pouted. "I'm not dump enough to walk into the cockpit and mess the those thingamajigs!"

"Good. That's why you'll sit in your seat the whole flight." Trish said, taking a chicken leg.

"Hm, well children. Eat up." George said, digging in himself.

Trish smiled at John. She was so happy. Quitting and being upset for a while finally paid off.

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"Home sweet home!" Stacy cried as they left the plane. The whole ride Trish and John cuddled and occasionally kissed. Stacy on the other hand, sat with a random old lady who fell asleep and was talking in her sleep.

"Stacy, calm down." John rolled his eyes.

"Mhmm." Trish agreed. The three of them flagged down a taxi and climbed in. After an hour drive, they arrived at the current arena they were in. After dropping her things off in the locker room, she went off to meet Vince. With a hug from Stacy and a kiss from John, she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Came his voice. Trish opened the door slowly. Next to Vince was Stephanie.

"Oh my gosh Stephy!" Trish hugged her. "You are doing so well." She smiled. "How many months has it been?" She glanced at Steph's stomach.

"About 6." She smiled.

"Well congrats. So things with you two are well huh?"

"Just peachy." She giggled. "Although he can have his temper tantrums."

"That's guys for ya." Trish took a seat.

"Mhmm." Steph kissed her dad's cheek and gave Trish a wave. "I'm off to meet him. Bye!"

"Bye princess." Vince called, looking up at his paper. "Well, well well. I hope you're here to tell me you're staying?" Vince looked curiously at her.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Good. I'm glad you've given the idea some thought. Now for this Monday, you won't get a huge part to play in the storyline. You just need to come out and tell them you've given this thought and you're staying. With this news, you're most likely to be on the over of Raw Magazine. Any questions?"

"Uh nope." Vince nodded.

"Well get out then." He pointed towards the door." Trish sighed and left. Excited, she walked to John's room which was still being shared with Dave, Rey and Randy. She opened the door. Not to find John. Nor Dave, nor Rey. But Randy himself sitting with Amy.

"I love you too." Randy kissed her. Amy turned though. She jumped up seeing Trish.

"I thought you quit!" She said hugging her.

"Uh.. I unquit?" Amy laughed.

"Hey girl! Thanks." Randy tried to hug her. Trish pulled back and gave him a look.

"No thanks. I was just looking for John." She turned away.

"Uh.. He's in the catering area."

"Ok…" She shook her head and left. Sure she was back, but it didn't mean she was his friend now. She glanced back at him and shuddered. What a moron.

A/N- Woot:) I hope I'll be updating pretty often now. :) Hah Trish Orton, is that better now? Ok! Ty 3