A/N: It's been a while since I've updated, huh? Well, let's just say I'm getting back into the hang of things after so much stuff has been going on in my life. There have been deaths, divorces, and break ups galore so… expect a little more from me in the coming weeks because I getting back into writing. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Four: Tell Me Something I Didn't Already Know


"So I was thinking that we just walk in and tell them the whole story and they let him out, free of charge." Adam finished his plan. The first part had been pretty good with them sneaking into the building late at night and helping John escape, but then he said he was joking.

"The whole story! John was drunk, and got mad because some guys passed our table and he thought they wanted to fuck one of his potential one night stands." Amy rolled her eyes then turned to Stephanie. "All he wants is a good fuck, trust me."

"I believe you." Stephanie mumbled while rubbing her eye.

"So you guys don't like my idea?" Adam whined. Trish stopped herself from rolling her eyes and shrugged.

"Maybe we should just wait to get him out when we get the money. You know, when we get our job." Trish suggested.

"Then what's the point of even sitting here if we don't have a decent plan?" Randy inquired angrily. Everyone turned towards him and Adam scoffed.

"You wouldn't be able to carry out the plan anyway. You'd be too busy fucking some chick to help us." Adam shot back defensively.

"I was drunk you fucktard." Randy glared at the Canadian.

"It doesn't matter. If you'd stop getting drunk and fucking random chicks then maybe you'd be able to help us do something. You know, it's pretty lame when all you want is someone, namely Trish, to torture and fuck around with." Adam sat back in his chair and stared at Randy.

"I was drunk. I don't know about the resident whore over there but I know I was." Randy spat. Trish's eyes widened and she stood up.

"I am not the resident whore, you bastard! If anything you're the man whore of the house!" Trish yelled. Randy rolled his icy blue eyes.

"Get over it, Trish. You remember what happened and I know you weren't half as drunk as I was."

"How the hell do you know! You were too busy having fun with those strippers to even notice how fuckin' drunk I was!" Trish pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"SHUT UP!" Adam yelled. "Trish, you had how many shots?"

"About sixteen." She stated firmly though her head was spinning.

"And Randy, how much did you drink?" He asked the brunette who was glaring at Trish.

"I have absolutely no clue." He replied nonchalantly. "A lot."

"Then you were probably the one sober, and you just wanted to take advantage of Trish because she dissed you. Of course... It could be the other way around…"

"You think I came onto him!" Trish yelled. "I just broke up with my boyfriend. Do you honestly think I'd want anything to do with Randy; or ANY guy for that matter?"

"Trish, calm down." Stephanie said slowly. Trish wrenched her arm away before Amy could pull her down onto the loveseat.

"Fuck you, Adam. You don't know half of what's going on, so stay the fuck out of people's business." Trish looked the blonde man up and down with disgust before walking away angrily.

"Great, now you've got Trish mad at you. Who else are you going to make hate you?" Chris piped up for the first time. He hated it when people fought and thought it best if he just stayed in the background.

"No one, alright?" Adam snapped, clearly annoyed. "Let's just… forget it. We'll wait until we get the money to get John out of jail. We obviously can't sit around like adults because some people have to act like children." He glanced over at Randy.

"Hey, you started it, man! You got that bitch involved, and I just stayed out of it when you insulted her." Randy smirked. "But you did a good job at trying to insult her without her knowing. I should try that sometime…" Randy looked up towards the closed bedroom door with an evil grin.

"Can't you just leave her the hell alone?" Amy asked angrily. Randy shook his head quickly before standing up.

"I'm going for a walk. I'll be back." He then walked out, the door slamming behind him.

"I'm going back to bed." Stephanie yawned and stood up. She headed up to her room slowly, almost tripping as she went into her messy room.

The rest sat around in silence, Amy trying to figure out why they were fighting. Adam was glaring at the dust that floated around in the light that poured in from the slightly open window, and Chris was picking at his nails boredly. Amy sighed and stood up just as the others had in attempt to get away from the tension filling the room.

"Well… I'll make lunch. It's almost noon. What do you guys want?" Amy asked quietly. Adam said nothing while Chris jumped up when he heard lunch.

"I want macaroni and cheese!" He exclaimed. "I'll go wake up Stephanie. I'm sure she'll want some since you cook so good." Chris ran upstairs with a huge grin on his face.

Amy moved into the red kitchen and pulled out a large pot. She filled it halfway with water and began to search the cupboards and pantry for macaroni shells.

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"Stephanie… Stephanie…" Chris whispered in her ear. Stephanie shot up in bed, hitting heads with Chris. Chris fell backwards, holding his nose.

"Ow ow ow… that hurt." He pulled his hand away and gasped. "I'm bleeding!" He shrieked and his face paled considerably.

"Oh my God, Chris, are you okay!" Stephanie was fully awake now. Seeing the blood made her want to vomit, but she swallowed hard and jumped out of bed. "I'll go get some tissues." She swung her bedroom door wide open and scurried into the bathroom.

She pulled her hair into a sloppy ponytail and searched for some tissues. When she found the unopened box she tore the cardboard top off and ran back into her room. She plucked some of the white material out of the box and handed it to Chris who was whimpering quietly.

"Here, put these on it and apply pressure to this part of your nose." Stephanie held the tissue up to her nose as a demonstration and handed it to Chris. He followed her directions, the bleeding slowing. Stephanie watched him closely, putting a manicured hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Chris. You just scared the shit out of me." She handed him another tissue to replace the bloody one.

"It's wokay." Chris said stuffily. Stephanie smiled at him before moving his hand away slowly.

"I think it's done bleeding but keep this box of tissues near you at all times today." Stephanie ordered. Chris nodded and saluted, wriggling his nose.

"It's not broken. Thank God! You have one hard head, Stephanie!" Chris exclaimed. Stephanie hit him on the shoulder lightly and stood up.

"Why'd you come in to wake me up anyway?" She asked, stifling a yawn. She fell back onto the bed gracefully, her arms out of her head as she stretched like a cat in a patch of sunlight.

"Amy's making macaroni and cheese and I wanted to know if you wanted some."

"Sure! Macaroni and cheese is one of my favorite foods." Stephanie stood up again, this time Chris stood with her. They walked out of the room while Chris made jokes about her head and how it could knock someone out.

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Trish lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling with tears of anger in her eyes. She threw a pillow at the wall and wondered why she even agreed to do the show. It was a waste of her time. She didn't come to get insulted by two guys who hardly knew her. She came to meet new people and have a good time. Just as she was about to launch another pillow at the wall the phone began to ring, and she shot up off the bed to retrieve it.

Trish ran down the hallway as fast as she could, reaching the phone in time for the third ring. She picked it up, her hand shaking slightly. She was nervous it would be Jason, calling about their fight.

"Hello?" Trish asked in a fake cheery voice.

"Uh, hi, this is Matt Hardy. I'm looking for Amy Dumas." A man with a strong southern accent said into the phone.

"Oh, you're her boyfriend! Yeah, she's downstairs cooking because I can smell it but I'm her roommate Trish Stratus."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Trish." Matt said politely. Trish smiled and looked down at the black screen.

"Well I'll call Amy up here for you. It's was nice meeting you too, Matt!" Trish set the phone down on the coffee table and walked out to the banister. She bent over and smiled at Amy.

"Amy! Your boyfriend's on the phone." Trish said in a sing song voice. She watched as the redhead bounded up the stairs and into the phone room. Trish sighed deeply and wished she had a boyfriend she could talk to on the phone like that.

Trish looked around, and wondered if there was gyms anywhere near their house. She decided she'd go take a look, because she was in dire need of a workout. She walked into her and Amy's room and stepped over a pile of Amy's clothes on the way to her bed. She got dressed in a sports bra, a white tank top, and some sweatpants before throwing her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head.

"Steph, Chris, I'm going to see if there's a gym around here. Tell Amy I'll be back later." Trish called as she walked down the green stairs.

"Okay. Have a good workout, Trish." Stephanie waved with her fork, swallowing some of the delicious macaroni Amy had made.

Trish walked out of the house and breathed in the warm May air. Pittsburgh during the summers was brutally hot, but during the winters it was extremely cold. She jogged down the street, her hair bouncing on the top of her head. Looking around, she caught glimpse of a YMCA and walked across the small street towards the white building.

The blonde walked inside and smiled at all of the equipment. She pulled out her YMCA card and walked up to the desk. After checking in with the receptionist, she walked into the exercise room. Her eyes widened at all of the equipment, and she hurried over to the treadmill closest to the door. Trish pulled out her MP3 player from her pocket and turned the treadmill on. The machine started, and before she could hop on it stopped. Trish growled in annoyance and tried to start it again but it didn't work.

"You must be new around here." A voice came from behind her. She turned to see a brown haired, blue eyed muscular man standing not too far away.

"Uh… yeah, I'm on the Real World." Trish blushed a bright red and turned her face so the guy couldn't see how embarrassed she was. In a matter of months he'd be seeing her on MTV, making a fool out of herself.

"Oh really? That's cool." He said before walking over and pressing a few buttons at the same time on the treadmill. It slowly started up to pace number two. "There's a trick to that one."

"Thanks. I appreciate the help." Trish offered him a smile which he returned, and she got on the treadmill slowly. The man leaned against it and watched her walk.

"I'm AJ, by the way." He held out his hand.

"Trish. It's nice to meet you, AJ." She shook his hand slowly and was impressed by the fact that he was staring at her face, not at her chest.

"I think the pleasure's all mine." He replied. Trish's cheeks turned a slight pink again and brought her hand back to her side.

"Well I'll let you get to your work out." He stepped away and waved. "See you around, Trish." He then walked into the weight room. Trish raised an eyebrow, a small smile crossing her face.

He's pretty cute. No, stop thinking that. You're here for friends, not guys! She thought. Trish sighed and put her headphones in, turning the speed of the treadmill up so she could jog.

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Hours later everyone had returned home, except for John who was still in jail. Trish lounged lazily on the couch while reading a Cosmopolitan; Stephanie was in the bathroom taking a shower. Chris was also in the bathroom doing his hair. The two were going out to another club on the other side of town. Amy was upstairs on the phone with Matt again, and the other guys were playing Poker.

"I win… again." Adam said triumphantly. Randy glared at the man in front of him.

"Best three out of five."

"Randy, I beat you three times already!" Adam exclaimed. Randy stood up and walked into the living room, falling onto the love seat near Trish's head. She completely ignored the looks he was giving her as she read about breast cancer and its symptoms and effects.

Just as she finished the article Amy came downstairs and the doorbell rang simultaneously. Randy refused to get up so Trish threw the magazine down and walked over to the door.

"Trish, I need to talk to you." Amy said quietly, following her to the door. Trish's hand was on the doorknob when she turned to look at her.

"Why Amy, what's wrong?" The Canadian asked, concerned.

"Answer the door first." Amy pointed her thumb to the door and stood back to let Trish pull it open.

"Yo biatches, did ya miss me!" John Cena yelled. Trish and Amy both stared at him as he entered the house, wondering how he got out of jail.


A/N: Yeah, not the best, but I thought I owed you something. So… reviews are appreciated!

Rachel