Anything But the Real World
Note: It's been a LOOOOONG time since I've updated this story, huh? LOL. Yeah, well, I'm going to hopefully update You and Me in Paradise and Between the Sheets before I go to Pennsylvania on Saturday. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thanks sooooo much for all your reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing in this story. I just use these characters to amuse myself and you faithful reviewers.
Chapter Six: Obstacles
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"I really had a good time last night, Paul. It was fun catching up on things," Stephanie said as they stood at the front door of the Real World house. The previous night had been filled with long stories of their friendship and explanations on why Paul had left. They sat in the living room until six in the morning when Paul had said he needed to go home to get ready for work.
"Give me a call and we'll go to lunch one day," Paul said with a tired smile. After writing down his number Stephanie watched as Paul drove away in his expensive looking sports car. When she turned around she saw Chris and his one night stand girl standing at the bottom of the stairs. They had been the reason why Stephanie and Paul hadn't gone to her bedroom to talk.
"Oh Chris, I had so much fun," The girl named Ashley pressed her puffy lips to Chris'. Chris responded by wrapping his arms around her exposed waist. Stephanie watched with disgust as their tongues battled each other.
"Go back to the room if you're going to do that shit," Stephanie spat. Chris looked towards Stephanie when Ashley did and glared.
"You're just jealous because you didn't get a piece of ass last night," Chris remarked, "I mean, shouldn't those tits your dad bought for you be able to attract guys?"
"You're such a jackass! No one said I was looking to fuck someone, Chris," Stephanie shouted. Chris just shrugged his broad shoulders and pecked Ashley on the lips.
"Give me a call tonight so we can have some more fun," Chris winked at the buxom blonde in front of him. Ashley giggled and walked over to the door. After she walked out Chris turned to Stephanie who was walking up the stairs quickly.
"Aww come on, Steph! You know you want some of this," Chris swept his hands down his body in a cocky motion. Stephanie ignored his rude comments and walked into the phone room to call her brother, Shane.
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"Trish, you've gotta get up," Amy's voice whispered in the blondes ear. Trish tried to shoo the redhead away but it was no use. Amy wasn't going to let her sleep.
"What? Why?" Trish asked as she sat up. Amy held the card from AJ in front of her face. Trish gasped loudly and jumped out of bed quickly.
"Shit! I forgot! What time is it?" Trish asked as she ran down the hall towards the bathroom. Amy followed Trish with the outfit they had picked out the previous night.
"It's seven thirty. I figured I could make breakfast then drive you down to the YMCA. I need to get a workout in before we start the job tomorrow." Amy replied. Trish stripped down and stepped into the steaming shower.
"Can you plug in the straightener, please?" Trish yelled over the shower. Amy plugged the beauty appliance in and turned it on high.
"I'll go start breakfast!" Amy called as she walked out. Trish lathered some strawberry smelling shampoo into her hair and washed it out quickly. She was determined to look nice for AJ.
After a short shower Trish climbed out and stopped dead in her tracks. Randy was at the counter staring at the straightener with confusion. His red toothbrush hung out of his mouth, and he had on only some track pants. He raised an eyebrow and picked it up.
"Is this a torture device or something?" He asked, knowing she was watching him. Trish hugged the towel closer to her body and snatched the straightener from him.
"It's to do my hair, now get out," Trish snapped. Randy finished brushing his teeth before turning to her.
"Someone gets a little nasty in the mornings," He said, looking Trish up and down. The blonde definitely was beautiful. Nothing like the girls back home.
"Just leave me alone. Besides, you wouldn't want to converse with a slut, right?" Trish sneered. Randy sighed loudly.
"You're way too sensitive sometimes." He stared at her for a few more moments before leaving her to get ready. After straightening her hair and putting on her clothes and make up Trish made her way downstairs.
She took a seat at the island and watched Amy push around the scrambled eggs in the frying pan. After a few seconds the redhead turned and jumped when she saw Trish.
"Jesus you scared me!" Amy exclaimed, holding a hand over her fast beating heart. Trish giggled quietly and took the plate from her.
"This looks delicious, Ames," Trish said as she stared down at the plate, "How'd you learn how to cook?"
"I watch the Food Network a lot. And I took extra culinary classes in high school. That's how I was able to graduate so early," Amy said while busying herself with cleaning some dishes. Trish took a bite of the eggs and closed her eyes.
"Oh these are so good!" She said as she shoveled more into her mouth. Amy blushed a light pink color.
"What can I say, I like to cook," Amy said with a smile. Trish finished her meal quickly and sucked down her chocolate milk before standing up.
"Well, are you ready to go?" Trish asked once Amy finished with the dishes. Amy nodded quickly and grabbed the car keys. After writing a quick note to the rest of their housemates the two friends left.
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Randy and John walked down the slightly crowded Pittsburgh street in search for a good restaurant. They found the Hard Rock Café a few minutes after they began to look. They were soon seated and looking through their menus.
"So, dude, why do you rag on Trish so much?" John asked after they placed their meals. Randy took a sip of his beer and shrugged.
"Because it's fun to get her worked up."
"Yeah, but I can tell that it really bothers her sometimes. She looked really upset yesterday," John said sincerely. Randy rolled his blue eyes.
"If you care so much then you can go and befriend her. Who knows, maybe you'll get in her pants," Randy smirked. John let out an exasperated sigh while shaking his head.
"Is that all you really think about?" He asked.
"Umm… Basically, yeah," Randy replied. He leaned back in the booth and looked around.
"I don't understand why you chose her in the first place. We've only been here a few days and you've already managed to get her and Amy pissed at you. Oh, and Adam," John pointed out. Randy narrowed his eyes at the other brunette.
"I do it because I can. Besides, it's not like she liked me in the beginning. She went all bitch on me when I found her outside the first night crying," Randy explained, his tone softening slightly. John furrowed his eyebrows.
"I never heard about this. Tell me what happened."
"Well remember when she went to bed? She didn't go to sleep. She went into the phone room and called that guy Jason or whatever. Turns out they "broke up". She must have had a hard time sleeping because when I went downstairs for some water I heard sniffling. She was out on the front porch crying… I tried to ask her what happened but she just yelled at me. I've been a jackass ever since," Randy explained in what seemed like one breath.
John sat there for a moment, thinking. "Well dude, she was having a bad night. You can't really blame her for it."
"But she didn't have to be a bitch about it!" Randy exclaimed, causing some people a few tables down to turn their attention towards the two men.
"You know, she probably thought you wanted to get into her pants," John said thoughtfully. Randy was about to object when he sighed.
"Yeah, I kinda did. When I first saw her I was attracted to her." Randy admitted. John raised his eyebrows.
"So you like her…" He said slyly. Randy's mouth fell open.
"No! I just want to fuck her!"
"Well I don't think you'll get the chance seeing as she's in the booth two tables down with that AJ guy who sent her flowers yesterday," John said quietly. He nodded his head to the two sitting behind Randy.
Randy spun around as fast as lightning to watch the two interact. He studied the man named AJ then scoffed and turned around, "I'm better looking than he is."
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"So… Where are you from?" AJ asked Trish before taking a sip of his drink. Trish set down her fork and smiled.
"Toronto. Can I take a guess and say you're from the south?" Trish said with a sly smile. AJ grinned and nodded.
"Yeah, Georgia." They stopped talking as their food arrived. They ate while talking about their lives and Trish was about to tell him about her problems with her roommates when a shadow fell over her. She looked up, expecting it to be the waiter, and saw Randy and John.
"Trish, what's up?" John asked with a grin. Trish looked from John to Randy and glared.
"Go away, John," She hissed angrily. John sighed then looked to Randy who was staring down at her.
"Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" Randy asked curiously, his eyes shifting over to AJ who looked uncomfortable. Trish growled at her room roommates.
"AJ, this is Randy and John. Two of the roommates I was about to tell you about."
"Ooh, do you mind if we join you to see what you say? I don't like it when people talk about me behind my back. It makes me feel insecure," Randy settled into the booth next to Trish without her permission, making the blonde see red.
"Go away!" She yelled, finally snapping. John slid in beside AJ who just kept quiet. Trish shoved Randy out of the booth and grabbed John by the collar of his jersey. "AJ, I'm really sorry about this. Give me a call later and we'll do something when these jackasses aren't around."
"Okay…" He answered, disappointed. Trish grabbed John and Randy and roughly pulled them outside. When they had reached the sidewalk Trish took off in the direction of the house. She released the whining men and kept walking, ignoring them.
"Come on, Trish! We just wanted to know what you were talking about!" John exclaimed as they crossed the street. Trish grit her teeth and weaved in and out of people, hoping to lose them in the crowd.
I wish you'd both get hit by a speeding bus! Trish yelled in her head. She made it back to the house a few minutes before them to find the living room a wreck. She stood in the doorway and almost got plowed over by John and Randy when they walked in.
"What the fuck happened!" Trish yelled. There was no one in sight of the living room. Then they heard the yelling and what sounded like a painful smack.
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Note: It's been a while since I've updated, I know. LOL. Sooo… Yeah, here's the next chapter and I hope you all liked it. I can't say if I did or didn't so… yeah. LOL. Hopefully I'll be able to write a lot more in the next two weeks when I'm in PA. Reviews are much appreciated whether good or bad!
Rachel
