A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews! So… there's no real need for an author's note this chapter because nothing is really happening… so, enjoy!
I do not own anything affiliated with the WWE or the Real World… though I wish I did…
Chapter Two: A Night of Fun… Maybe
Trish turned around and blinked furiously. Randy stepped out onto the porch, leaning against the side of the house casually. His arms were across his chest and he was staring her down. Trish shifted uncomfortably under his hot gaze, wondering why he was staring at her like that.
"I'm just thinking… of… things." She replied as she chose her words carefully. She barely knew the guy and she definitely did not want to open up to him.
"Things? You mean about why you were crying in the phone room earlier?" Randy asked with a slightly amused tone. Trish narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why should I tell you about my life! I don't know you!" Trish exclaimed. Randy's mouth hung agape in shock as she yelled. He wasn't expecting it at all.
"I wasn't trying to learn about your life, Trish. I was just wondering what was wrong. I'm a caring guy." He saw the look she gave him and smiled. "Really, I am."
"I'll believe that when pigs fly! You came out here for a reason, and I know you don't give a flying fuck about what I'm crying about!" Trish stood up and brushed herself off, not looking up at him.
"Well I wanted to know what was wrong but if you're going to act like a bitch then forget it…" He then walked inside, letting the door slam behind him. Trish stared at the once moving door and shook her head.
The nerve of him! She thought as she walked inside, seeing her bedroom light on upstairs. How dare he do that! I am NOT, and I repeat, NOT a bitch! And I don't act like one, either… at least I don't think I do… She pondered as she walked up the stairs.
"Trish? Where were you?" Amy asked tiredly as the blonde walked into their bright orange room. Trish settled onto her own bed and looked in Amy's direction.
I'll tell her when I feel like it…
"Uh… I couldn't sleep, and I needed some fresh air… I'm fine, don't worry." Trish reassured the groggy redhead. Amy nodded from her spot on the pillow and Trish shut off the light, going back to staring at the ceiling for the second time that night.
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The next morning everyone but Stephanie sat in the kitchen. Randy and Trish were throwing glares over their shoulders at one another as they walked through the kitchen. John sat at the table writing down lyrics on a napkin. Adam, Amy, and Chris arranged themselves in the living room after breakfast and were talking about their favorite bands.
"My favorite is Mudvayne." Adam spoke quietly. They all knew Stephanie was sleeping just up the stairs, and they didn't want to wake the princess.
"Eh, they're not all that great. I personally still love Guns N' Roses." Chris shrugged off Adam's comment on Mudvayne, and added his own opinion. Amy laughed at the both of them.
"Have you ever heard of BoyHitsCar?" She asked. Once they both shook their heads Amy ran upstairs and got a mixed CD and put it into her walkman, handing Chris and Adam each an earphone.
"Lovepassionfuryenergy is my absolute favorite of theirs at the moment." She turned up the volume and let the two men before her listen to it. When the song was over Chris pulled out his headphone and nodded.
"I like it, mind if I borrow it sometime and burn it?" He took her CD player away from her and pressed forward, nodding his head to 7 Seconds.
"Good band!" Chris exclaimed. He took the other headphone away from Adam who was just listening to it.
"HEY!" He cried out, rubbing his ear. "That hurt you stupid prick!" He then regretted yelling because he heard rustling in Stephanie's room.
"Dude, if you woke her…" Chris hissed. The past night Stephanie had told them that she hated to be woken up.
"We need to keep it down. If she wakes up, we'll be in some deep shit." Amy said quietly. Chris and Adam both nodded in agreement.
"Yo, rock freaks! Where the hell is Stephanie!" John yelled. Amy winced and put a finger over her lips, shushing him.
"Last night she said that she hates being woken up, John, so stop your damn yelling." Adam said in a small voice. John mocked him but went back to writing his rhymes about his roommates. Then there was another commotion, and everyone turned towards Randy and Trish.
"Fuck you! How can you act like that you insensitive asshole!" Trish screamed, tears falling from her eyes. Apparently, Randy had been whispering things at her about Jason as she walked by him.
"It's not my fault you're a bitch and can't keep a man in your life!" He stared at the crying blonde, not feeling the least bit bad at what he had said. He was walking passed Trish when she grabbed him and turned him around, her hand connecting with his cheek at lightning fast speed.
"I hate you…" Trish mumbled before letting a sob escape her throat and running upstairs, slamming the door. Stephanie then walked out of her room and glared at the people below.
"I thought I told you I hated being woken up!" She then heard Trish crying and furrowed her eyebrows.
"What did you guys do to her!" She asked, coming to her senses. At first she was slightly groggy and forgot she was in Pittsburgh instead of Connecticut.
"Randy was being an ass…" John had a smile spread across his lips, and before he could say anything else Stephanie disappeared into Trish's and Amy's room.
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"Trish? What'd he say?" Stephanie asked sympathetically. She moved towards Trish who was sprawled out on her orange comforter, crying.
"He… he was saying stuff… about… about Jason!" She cried. Stephanie patted the Canadians back and sat next to her.
"What about Jason?" She asked quietly. Trish buried her face into her pillow and spoke from there.
"He broke up with me last night… and… and I went outside, and he followed me, and wondered what was wrong and I wouldn't tell him because I don't want to open up to him and then he got mad and now we're fighting and he's saying all of this mean stuff!" Trish rambled. Stephanie had gotten her to lift her to talk during her ramble, and gave her a sympathetic look.
"It'll be okay, sweetie. There are better guys out there for you. I bet Jason was a jerk anyway…" Stephanie offered Trish a smile.
"Yeah, he was. Thanks, Stephanie… I think I'll be okay now…" Trish wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands and stood up, hugging the brunette.
"Do you want to go somewhere tonight? A club, maybe?" Stephanie asked hopefully. She was well rested and ready for a night of drinking and partying… and maybe a little hooking up.
"Uh… if it'll take my mind off of Jason… then sure." Trish nodded and walked with Stephanie out of the room. As they walked downstairs Trish ignored the looks Randy was giving her and sat close to Amy on the couch, putting on a phony smile so they thought everything was okay.
"So who's up for clubbing tonight!" Stephanie yelled. Everyone agreed, especially John and Chris who were intent on getting laid.
"So I figure we'll leave around seven and get something to eat before going to the club down the street." Stephanie said in an official tone. Once again, everyone agreed with the Billion Dollar Princess.
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That night around five everyone got dressed. One by one they took a shower, except for Amy, Trish, and Stephanie who decided to take one together since they were women, and they wanted to save water. Once everyone was done with their showers the women hogged the bathroom. Although the door was shut the guys could smell hairspray coming from the bathroom.
"Are you done yet!" John banged on the door. Amy swung open the door and pushed passed him. The door closed promptly behind her, leaving Stephanie and Trish to get ready. Amy was wearing some light blue hip huggers with chains on them and a black top that came a little above her belly button. Her hair was in soft curls that hung on her shoulders. All the guys stared at her before turning towards the door which had opened and Stephanie was shoved out.
"Finally! Now all we have to wait for is the bitch!" Randy exclaimed. Stephanie, who was wearing a short black skirt and a red top, glared at the tall man.
"Shut up, asshole." She muttered darkly. Randy glowered and leaned against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently.
Then the door swung open and Trish walked out followed by a cloud of steam. She was wearing black hip huggers and a golden top that tied around her neck and came down low in the front. She looked around at the people and gave them expectant looks.
"Well? Are we leaving or not?" She asked, not looking towards Randy who she knew was glaring at her once again.
"Let's go!" Amy exclaimed, linking arms with the two other women. They walked out in front of the guys who were watching them closely.
"I swear if I don't get laid by one of them I'll murder myself…" Adam murmured. John held his hand in the air and they high fived, grinning happily.
"Right on, man!" They then locked the door and began to walk down the street towards the restaurant they were going to eat at. They walked inside of the quaint Italian restaurant and seated themselves at two tables. One had the girls at it, who were talking quietly, while the other had the guys.
"Dude, why are you so mean to Trish?" Adam asked as he chewed his chicken parmesan. Randy glanced over the women's table to Trish who was laughing at something Amy had said.
"Because… I tried to help her last night but she acted like a bitch." He shrugged and took a sip of his beer.
"No one clued me in on why she needed your help in the first place." Chris piped up from his seat near the window. He had been eating his spaghetti silently, but this conversation interested him.
"Her boyfriend Jason broke up with her last night." Randy stated simply.
"And how do you know this?" Adam prodded. He didn't mean to sound like an investigator, but he didn't like this tension between the women and men on the first day together.
"I fuckin' heard her, man!" Randy exclaimed. Adam put up a hand to calm down the St. Louis native.
"Chill, I was just wondering!" He said before pushing his plate to the side. Once everyone was done with their food they paid and walked out with full stomachs.
"Now to the club!" Stephanie exclaimed. They stopped at the edge of the sidewalk and Trish pressed the crosswalk button. It blinked before the little white man showed up and they all hurried across before the traffic picked up again.
"ID's" The bouncer said in his gruff voice. Everyone handed him an ID which he observed thoroughly before letting them inside. Trish walked further into the club along with Stephanie and Chris. They sat on a couch and waited for a waitress to come and get their orders. Just then a scantily clad waitress came up to them and sat in Chris' lap.
"What can I get for you three?" She said seductively. Chris oogled at the women's breasts before ordering a Michelob. Trish ordered a pina colada and Stephanie ordered a martini. The waitress left after giving Chris a kiss on the cheek, which stunned the Canadian.
"Women aren't this friendly in Canada!" He shouted over the music. Stephanie rolled her eyes and turned away from Chris and began to talk to Trish who was staring at the crowd.
"What's the matter?" She asked into the blonde's ear. Trish sighed and turned her head to speak.
"I need alcohol, and fast. Want to go do some shots?" She asked, a gleam coming to her hazel eyes.
"Let's finish our drinks first." Stephanie said before taking her drink from the waitress. She took a few gulps and the glass was drained. Trish got hers and sucked on the drink. A few minutes later, it was gone. Chris had left to follow the waitress, which was fine by Stephanie. The two women stood and walked to the bar. Trish sat in a barstool with Stephanie by her side and they ordered some shots.
Shot after shot Trish began to get more and more drunk. Stephanie had quit a while back and was now on the dance floor dancing with Amy. The bartender obviously did not know what a cut off was because Trish finally stumbled away from the bar after her seventeenth shot. She staggered to the table where the guys were sitting and fell into a drunken Randy's lap.
"Hey babe, wanna dance?" Her words were slurred but Randy got up and led Trish to the dance floor. There they danced as close as possible. Trish was pressed against Randy, her hips moving in slow, torturous circles against his crotch. Randy groaned and bent down, pressing his lips against her hot skin. He trialed kisses down her neck and up her jaw. Trish tilted her head and grinned mischievously. She spun around to face him, moving her hips against his even faster.
"Let's go home…" She whispered, her forehead pressed against his. They stumbled towards the table where Randy took the key from Adam.
"You shouldn't do this, man." Adam yelled. Randy glared at him.
"I'll do whatever the hell I feel like doing!" He exclaimed, taking Trish's hand and sweeping her from the spot she was swaying too and fro at.
They were barely down the street when Trish jumped onto Randy's back, almost causing them to fall. He ran towards the house, almost falling a few more times, and fumbled with the lock. He finally opened it and once he did Trish pushed him inside, pulling him up the stairs though falling once, and into her bedroom. The door slammed shut behind Randy and they found their way to the bed, clothes being thrown off as they did so.
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At the club Amy had returned to the table and was sitting in between Adam and John. John, who they found got belligerent when drunk, was being very loud. He began to call out some guys who were looking at Stephanie wrong. The guys came over to John and began to push him around. Then a brawl started with Chris and Adam getting involved. Stephanie and Amy fearfully got out of the way, screaming for them to stop. Luckily the bouncers came running over and broke the guys apart, though it was hard to keep John restrained.
A few moments later John was pushed inside the back of a police car while Adam and Chris were talking to a second police officer about the fight. Amy and Stephanie were told to go home by Adam since it would take a while, and when they reached it they heard a scream coming from Amy's room.
"Dear Lord, they're doing it in our room!" Amy exclaimed, sitting on a couch. After the scream everything went silent, and they were thankfully when they heard the bed creak. They knew that they were done, and were happy about that. The silence could be cut by a knife as it met the two women who were falling asleep on the couches.
A/N: Okay, stupid finish but that's how most Real World's end. With that or the fight, but I decided to take it beyond, lol. But… whatever, I'm new at this reality thing. I was thinking of doing a sex scene with Randy and Trish BUT, I wasn't up for it. So… if anyone was hoping for one, sorry! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and please review, because that's what keeps me going!
Preview:
"He's in JAIL!" Trish exclaimed, her voice sore from yelling at Randy. "How'd this happen!"
"He was fighting with some guys because they were oogling at Steph." Amy said tiredly. Trish sighed and sat down, the sheet still wrapped around her.
"This is horrible! I slept with an arrogant jackass and John's in jail!"
