Something's just not right with you.
Mickie jumped a bit once Trish drove over the lump in her driveway, chuckling as she closed her eyes, resting her heart a bit. Trish turned to Mickie as she turned the car off, smiling. "Welcome, to my home." She added, Mickie could see her gnawing on her bottom lip. She got out of the car, looking around the yard a bit as her eyes fell on some of the neighbors staring over at her. "Oh sweetie, don't worry about them." she grinned, taking ahold of Mickie's hand as she pulled her up the sidewalk, the stairs, and then into the front room. She shut the door behind her, letting go of Mickie's hand. "Make...yourself at home, can I get you anything.. oh wait, a bottle of water." she grinned, remembering that that was what Mickie always drank from the moment she cut off the latte's. Mickie nodded as she walked over, sitting on the couch and looking around the inside of her house. She didn't see any pictures of Trish and her husband, just Trish and every now and then, a picture of her and Mickie back in the day. Her heart beat increased a bit, looking over at the blonde as she handed her the bottle of water. "Thanks Trish." Mickie grinned. "You are welcome sweetie." she responded, sitting next to Mickie, letting their arms brush against eachother a bit. A soft gasp escaped Mickie's lips as she looked over at Trish, moving her arm. "Sorry, I remember how you hate me touching you all the time." she smiled, staring down at the pattern on Trish's carpet. Trish laughed as she grabbed Mickie's arm, pulling it back closer to herself as she held onto it still, sipping at her water. "Well, it's our reunion... I think it'd be okay to touch me for awhile. I missed you, after all." she added in. Mickie looked up over at the diva, smiling softly, her eyes tinged with a hint of pain. "I missed you too, it literally killed me when you left." she admitted. Trish turned towhere she was facing Mickie, lifting her chin with her pointer finger as she used her other hand to brush some of the brunette hair out of Mickie's face. "You are too beautiful to be looking down all the time Mickie." she whispered. Mickie swallowed hard, peeping up at her for a second or two before looking away. "Thanks." she stated dryly. "Trish.. I, I know you didn't invite anyone else, Victoria told me so.. I don't know what sick, twisted game you are trying to pull here, being all nice to me and holding my hand and touching my arm.. but it hurts..it really hurts. I just can't believe you think you can come back around and play with my feelings again. I can't believe you." She mumbled as she stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes as she made her way to the door, only to be stopped by Trish's arms being thrown around her, stopping her in her tracks. "Oh Mickie.. no sweetie, no. I'm not playing with your emotions, I promise. I just wanted to catch up. I swear, please don't leave." she whispered as her lips rested against Mickie's left ear. Mickie closed her eyes, letting her arms drop to her side. She believed her, more than she ever intended to of course. She felt Trish's arms turning her around, pulling her against her chest. Mickie's arms slowly wrapped around Trish as she clung to her for awhile, before letting go. "Sorry, I just... I dont know what came over me." Mickie whispered, unwinding herself from Trish's arms as she walked over, sitting back onto the couch. "I invited you here with me because I wanted to talk to you, remember how we used to do that back in the day, no one knew about it though. I'm sorry that I was so mean to you, it was only a storyline back then." she stated, grabbing her phone as she walked into the kitchen answering it. "Hello..." "What are you doing out so late, You better have not went to see her, you know she is crazy..you know she really loves you!" Her husband said into his phone as he laid in their bed back home. "Yes I do know that..and yes I am with Mickie at the moment. I just wanted to catch up with her, it's really none of your business. Goodbye." "Don't you hang up..-" Trish rolled her eyes as she snapped her cell phone shut, walking over and sitting next to Mickie, brushing her index finger up and down Mickie's sunkissed arm. "I always admired how naturally dark your skin is." She stated, looking at Mickie. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little hot." she added, leaning over as she pressed her lips to Mickie's forehead. "Hmm, must just be me." she added finally, sitting back next to Mickie. Mickie stayed quiet as she looked down. "Mickie, sweetie..talk to me. I can tell something is on your mind." she whispered, brushing her lips across the palm of Mickie's hand. "Just stop it Trish!" she sobbed, covering her face. "You are married... stop acting like you care about me, you just cant. I'm not loveable.. I've only loved one person my entire life, that person was..is you. I can't take the fact that you married him... that you live with him that you go home to him all the time. You never believed that I loved you but I did, I still do and it hurts me that you came back, to just spend time with me.. I'm not emotionally stable enough for this.. I'm just not." she cried. Trish sighed, pulling Mickie's hands away from her face. "Mickie, I was blind back then, I thought it was just a part of the storyline. Looking back like last month when I was alone, soaking in the tub.. I remembered the look that was on your face when I announced I was leaving, the pain in your eyes... the way they hardened into a cold gaze. I realized last month, that you really did love me..and I had to come to see if it was true and it is, according to what you just told me." she smiled softly. "I didn't love him.. I never have Mickie... to be honest, everytime he held me in his arms.. I pictured it was you, cept less hairy." she chuckled. GREAT, did she just have to ruin Mickie's whole life now.. coming back to tell her that. "What I'm trying to say Mickie, is that.. Mickie, I love you." she said, trying to copy the same tone Mickie used a long time ago when Trish was Ref. Mickie gazed up at her, tears pouring down her cheeks. "What difference does it make, you are still married..and I'm still alone." she whispered, sighing. "Not that it doesn't make me extremely happy to hear you say that, but I don't want to be hurt again Trish." she added. Trish listened to her intently. "I wont hurt you I promise..." She added, hearing her phone go off again. "Get home.. now would you? It's late Patricia.. late." Her husband grunted as he held the phone to his ear. Trish shook her head. "I told you I was spending time with Mickie, not to bother me again.. I'll be home later." She hung the phone up. "Maybe.." she added, looking at Mickie as she took her hand. "Let's go watch a movie..." She pulled her off the couch and up the stairs into her bedroom. She flicked the lights off, bringing Mickie to the bed. Mickie crawled up, sitting against the headboard as she watched Trish slide in The Unborn. She remembered that that was Mickie's favorite show. She pressed play, crawling up next to Mickie as she sat down, stretching her legs out as she leaned agaisnt the headboard. She gazed over at Mickie as she watched her staring at the tv screen. Mickie swallowed hard, feeling Trish's eyes on her. She turned her head slowly, meeting her gaze as they locked eyes. Mickie looked away quickly, then down as she movie played for a good while. She hesitantly scooted closer to Trish as the scary parts came on the screen, feeling Trish pull her closer as she wrapped an arm around Mickie's shoulders. Mickie looked down still, moving her hand out to take ahold of Trish's free hand. She held it gently in her hand as she turned her eyes back onto the screen. She bit her lip, feeling Trish intertwine their fingers together. How her head was yelling at her to just leave, to not be stupid.. but ohhh, how her heart longed for this very thing. Maybe she didn't care if she got hurt, if it meant being close to Trish... she could take the pain. After a while, Mickie decided it was best to just let go. She turned around in the bed, moving her body downwards as she rested her arms and head at the bottom of the bed, placing her chin on her arm as she watched the movie, falling asleep rather quickly. She couldn't help it though, this bed was just too comfortable. Trish turned the movie off, laying down as she watched Mickie for awhile, before falling asleep herself. Mickie's eyes popped open as she shivered, turning to see Trish asleep and under the covers. Mickie crawled back up and slipped under them with her, scooting closer to Trish as she curled next to her, resting her forehead against her arm as she fell back to sleep. Trish awoke awhile later, smiling as she felt Mickie's arms wrapped around her and her head against her arm. "Awww..." she smiled quite happily as she moved Mickie a bit, placing a pillow under her head as she walked out the room quietly and downstairs as she started making Mickie breaskfast, eggs and bacon and two pieces of sausage. She knew Mickie had a problem with thinking she was too fat to eat anything but salad and fruits, she was gonna do everything in her power to make Mickie think otherwise, to show her how beautiful she really was. Mickie woke up, whimpering as she felt the space next to her, empty now. She sat up, rubbing her eyes as she leaned against the headboard. She smiled brightly the instant Trish walked up into the room, frowning as she watched her lay the tray infront of Mickie and sit next to her. "I made you breakfast, I hope you like it." She smiled eagerly. Mickie's stomach knotted as she looked down. "Only..if you share it with me." she added. Trish nodded, she knew Mickie would say that, that's why she put so much on the plate. She picked up the fork, putting a piece of egg onto it as she moved it to Mickie's mouth slowly, holding it there. Mickie sighed a bit, opening her mouth as she ate the piece. She watched Trish tear a piece of the bacon off and pop it into her mouth. They ate quietly for awhile, before Mickie leaned over, pecking Trish's cheek softly. She never felt so safe around any one person for a long time, since Trish left. It was nice, to have that feeling back. She bit her lip, looking down. Trish smirked, turning Mickie's face to her as she angled her head, pressing her lips against Mickie's cheek, a bit closer to her mouth. Mickie turned her head some, kissing Trish's cheek even closer to her mouth. She leaned back, closing her eyes. Suddenly, it was like a fiery feeling overcame her body, feeling Trish's lips against her own. Her eyes opened as she wrapped her arms around Trish's neck, feeling Trish's hands against her cheeks as she kissed her back. Her heart flipping and flopping around as she felt Trish's tongue part her lips, slipping into her mouth. She tongue wrestled with her for a bit, before it went back to just a more passionate kiss. She pulled away as Trish did, gasping for air. Her face burned, she had to be blushing alot right about now. "That wasn't right Trish..." she whispered, looking down. WHO CARES! her mind yelled. Yeah, who cared.. Mickie sure didn't. "Don't even say that, it was right.. you wanted it, I wanted it.. that makes it right. I have to go home for a bit, but I'll be back... stay here, please don't leave." she whispered, leaning over as she kissed Mickie softly, pulling away as she ran her thumb across Mickie's soft cheek. "I will come back." She said in a promising tone as she ran out the room. Mickie slid back into bed, covering her face a bit with one hand and leaving her other hand over her heart. Could it be possible..that she could be happy, even with Ron in the picture? She doubted that.. but hey, it was better than nothing.. or maybe there was just something not right about Trish now. She didn't know, she sure as hell didn't care about the fact that maybe Trish did love Ron.. all that mattered, was that Trish loved her.
Love, just simply is.
Climbing into the car and backing out of the driveway Trish drove back home rather quickly, her heart was still racing and she knew she'd have to find a way to get rid of the blush on her cheeks, stopping at a stop light a few blocks away she flipped down the mirror flap and fixed her hair a bit attempting to look at least a bit presentable wiping her hands under her eyes she flipped the flap back up as she started driving home, instantly sighing and sinking a bit in her seat as she noticed Ron's truck in the driveway. "God, does he ever work" she mumbled climbing out of the car and walking up the front steps and unlocking the front door looking around a bit as she quietly slid off her shoes, closing the door behind her she tiptoed towards the stairs. "And where were you?" Trish jumped placing her hand over her chest as she turned around. "You scared me" she chuckled softly as she stepped off the bottom stair. "Trish, where were you?" Ron kept his eyes locked on Trish as he watched her movements. "I was at the house" She shrugged as she turned and started walking into the kitchen. "And was she with you?" he asked as he followed Trish basically step for step into the kitchen. Trish rolled her eyes as she turned around to look at her husband. "Yes she was but nothing happened, we watched a movie and fell asleep..big deal" Ron watched Trish as she lightly picked at her belt loops as she spoke. "You're lying, what actually happened" Trish sighed and tilted her head to the side a bit. "I'm not lying, that's all that happened" she said shaking her head a bit as she turned on her heel and walked over to the fridge opening it and looking around a bit, not that she actually wanted anything she just wanted Ron out of her face. "I've known you since you were seventeen, I know when you're lying..Look at me Trish" He walked over to her and stood beside her, waiting for her to look slamming the fridge door shut when she didn't. "Look at me." He said a lot more firmer, Trish looked up at him. "I want you to stay away from her. I've already arranged for all of your two's storylines together to be cancelled" Trish's jaw dropped a bit as she shook her head. "That's not fair..besides you can't even do that" she couldn't help the smirk that graced her lips. "I can the moment I told them Mickie causes you mental stress, they made sure she'd never be near you..no tag matches, no segments, no singles matches, no title defences." He started listing things off on his fingers. Knowing that Mickie was women's champion and it was Trish's goal to face her at Wrestlemania once again. Trish's smirk instantly disappeared. "Whatever Ron..I'm not listening to this" She sighed as she started walking towards the door only to be pulled back into the kitchen as her husband grabbed her arm. "Oh you're going to listen. Stay. Away. From. Mickie." He said slowly like Trish was a five year old. "I'm not going to put up with you being mopey and sad because you hurt her feelings again, do you not remember how many therapist sessions we had to go through for you to get her out of your system, hell you even said her name on our wedding night" Trish chuckled at that only to stop and look down as she noticed the serious look on Ron's face. "Well lucky for you then since you won't have to deal with me anymore" She tried pulling her arm away only to have Ron hang onto it tighter. "And where do you think you're going" He mocked as Trish continued to try pulling away from him. "Back to someone who actually loves me" She looked up at him. Trish shoved Ron hard as he finally let go of her arm, running upstairs as she locked the bedroom door, packing as much of her stuff as she possible. She shut her suitcase, sliding it down the roof out the window as she slid down it, landing on her feet first, before the suitcase came down. She caught it, sliding it in her car as she got it, driving out the driveway and speeding off. She stopped at the stop sign, wiping her eyes as she shook her head. "Stupid men." She grumbled as she drove again, pulling into the driveway of her other house. She looked up, seeing Mickie walk out the front door, a frown plastered there on her face as she walked closer, opening Trish's door as Trish got out. Mickie's arms gently wound around Trish. "He..can't do this. I can't stay away from you." she whispered into Trish's ear. Trish shook her head, getting angry again. "No, He can't.. I'll tell them he is just jealous of you and to not listen to him, that we are..seperated." She stated. Mickie's heart beat faster instantly. "Oh Trish.. I'm sorry.." She frowned. Trish looked up at her. "No you aren't..." Her angry look turning into a smirk. "And neither am I." she leaned closer, pressing her lips against the brunette's again. Ohh, how perfectly they fit there. Ron's lips were all nasty and rough... nothing like Mickie's silky smooth lips, that just drew Trish in more. Mickie pulled away, trying to restart her heart. It'd take a while for her to get used to that of course. "So... does that mean.." Her eyes shifted to the car. Suitcase.. yes. She stated in her mind, looking back at Trish as she ducked around her, grabbing the case. "Can I stay here with you?" Mickie asked, shutting the car door. Trish nodded, lacing her hand with Mickie's free hand as she pulled her towards the house. "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way, sweetie." She replied. Mickie's face lit up. "Great!" she chimed, opening the door with her leg as she pushed it open some more, setting Trish's suitcase down. Trish shut the door, walking over and sitting on the couch as she pulled Mickie into her lap, wrapping her arms tightly around her. "I'm so sorry Mickie." She whispered, looking over at her. Mickie turned her head to face her, smiling. "Why love?" she asked, waiting. "I'm sorry that I took forever to just accept how I was feeling about you.. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back here to you. I was always so worried that you'd move on and get married and be happy... but deep down in my heart, I knew that wouldn't ever happen..that you wanted to be with me and no one else, forever. That oddly, made me happy to know you were alone.. to know noone was tainting that perfectly sunkissed body of yours.. kissing your soft lips, looking into those brown eyes every night. I secretly wanted all that.. but it's not a secret anymore." she added in, grinning. Mickie chewed on her thumb nail. Today, couldn't possibly get more perfect that it already was. She shuddered, feeling the blonde's fingers running up and down her back, tracing little hearts across her back. "I love you Trish." she spoke softly, leaning closer as she kissed her again, longer this time. "I love you too, Mickie." Trish added, pulling Mickie in for a tight hug. They clung to eachother for most of the rest of the day. These two, were truly two people who couldn't ever be seperated.. especially not now. Now, what could possibly come next you say? Well, guess we'll just have to wait and see.