Part 7 of love is versatile, song is Hook me up by the veronicas, hope you enjoy, read and review please :)

Trish stuck her arm into the small locker and pulled out her elbow pads, stuffing them into her bag with the rest of her belongings she closed the tiny door. She could hear them snickering behind her and it made her stomach turn. Who did those bitches think they were making fun of her? But what bothered Trish the most was that it actually hurt, she wanted to be well liked, she wanted to just let this roll off her but she wasn't able to…she wasn't Lita.

The red head was so confident; she didn't care what anybody thought about her. Trish on the other hand was new to all this, she hadn't told anyone about her relationship with the woman but in the circus world of wrestling news always traveled fast. And she was so sick of it all.

Moving past the group the Canadian sucked in a breath, please don't start, Trish wished. When she made it to the door she thought that she was in the clear but then she heard her snicker.

"Hey Trish, What's the rush?" Candice said, obviously trying not to laugh. "We were just about to order a pizza, why don't you join us? No sausage right?" The rest of the girls bust out laughing along with her.

"Bite me Candice." Trish shot back, but it wasn't about to silence the woman.

"Sorry Trish you'd like it to much."

I'm tired of my life, I feel so in between
I'm sick of all my friends, Girls can be so mean

She was about to lunge at her and pull the extensions from her pretty little head but a pair of arms wrapping around her waist held her back. "Trish calm down." The woman behind her demanded.

"Let go of me Mickie, let me at that snivelling little bitch!" The blonde screamed fighting the grip of the Virginia native.

"She's not worth it." Mickie said, Trish slightly relaxing in her arms. "She's not worth it." She repeated.

"Awww look girls isn't that cute," The diva search contestant said, "A little dykefest for our entertainment. But sorry Mickie, if you want a little Stratusfaction your going to have to get in line, " Candice cupped a hand around her mouth and lowered her voice. "Because I hear Lita has already cornered that market."

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Trish screamed, pouncing on her. If it wasn't for the other girls being around she may have because it took every last woman in that room to pull her off.

Candice wiped the blood from her mouth, as Trish reached for the exit, "Don't think I didn't notice you copping a feel!" She yelled. The blonde stormed out of the room, slamming the door as hard as she could.

Today was one of those days when Trish wanted to go home and burn everything she owned. It sounded crazy, but then again it was crazy. Trish had convinced herself that doing that would be a fresh start; of course she wouldn't be able to go through with it. For one she was afraid of fire and two she loved her things too much to let them go in such a cruel way.

I feel like throwing out Everything I wear
Starting over new Cause I'm not even there

She had to get to Lita, she was the only one who could handle her, the only one who could calm her down and make everything bearable. Sometimes she felt as though her girlfriend was the only reason she got out of bed anymore. She could make anything better.

Driving down the freeway Trish knew that she was going too fast, but she couldn't make herself slow down. She needed to get to that room, to that woman and just breath…especially after her blow up with Candice. She arrived in record time, ran up the stars because she couldn't wait long enough for the elevator to get there. She knocked three times and the door quickly opened, a smiling Lita greeting her. "What's wrong?" She immediately asked. The question forced a smile out of Trish; Lita was only proving her right that she knew her better then anyone.

"Nothing anymore." She replied, placing a soft kiss on the red heads lips. "I just needed you." Trish said, her face once again breaking out in a wide smile.

Moving inside the room she heard the door close, and the sound was music to her ears. Knowing that nobody could see in, that they were just alone behind that door comforted her and made her feel safe. She could just be herself and not have to care about what anyone else had to say about it. Deep inside she thought she liked the seclusion so much because it made her feel like, if only for a second, Lita. Together she could radiate her confidence and feel secure if only for a little while.

Lita flicked off the light and crawled up next to Trish who was now lying on the bed. She wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder, "Just tell me what's bugging you?"

I like the lights turned out The sound of closing doors
I'm Not like other girls who always feel so sure
Of everything they are Of what they're going to be
Sometimes I'm just a girl stuck inside of me of me

The blonde relaxed and allowed her head to fall on the woman's shoulders, "Getting a hard time from the girls that's all." She confessed. "I don't know why I let it bother me."

"Because your human." Lita whispered. She hated seeing her in pain like this. "Just remember that I love you, and your amazing. If they can't see that they're crazy."

"I'm amazing when I'm with you." Her lips once again found the Stanford native's when they broke part Trish spoke again. "You ever feel like we should just run away, leave all this behind and to just be together?"

Lita laughed. "No."

Trish was shocked; "You don't think we'd be better off starting over together where nobody knows us? If just for a little while?" Hers eyes sparkled. "It would be perfect."

Sometimes I want to disappear some place
But I don't want to stay too long
Sometimes I'm feeling so alone
Trying to fit in where I don't belong

The American took her hand, "Trish, wherever I am is perfect…just because your with me."