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Song 2: "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne

Trish Stratus stormed into the men's locker room angrily, not even caring who saw her. She had a major bone to pick with Chris Jericho and if anyone got in her way, they would have hell to pay. Trish ran a hand through her long blonde hair and raised a fist to pound loudly on Jericho's locker room door. She knew he probably wouldn't be in there, hell, he spent most of his time in Christian's locker room, but she didn't care at the minute. Trish knocked four times, and when she didn't get a response after the fourth knock, grabbed the door handle and twisted it forcefully, trying to make it open.

"Damn it, Chris, I know you're in there!" she yelled, again not caring who heard her. To quote the old saying, Trish was mad as hell and she couldn't take it anymore. When she and Chris were together, everything was peachy keen and they were the happiest couple in the world. Chris would lavish her with gifts and kisses, making sure to let her know how much he loved her. The days they spent together were heavenly and the nights were even better—Trish couldn't think of another man who could satisfy her like Chris could in the bedroom. There were no problems there, for the most part. They were happy together.

I like you the way you are,

When we're drivin' in your car

And you're talking to me one on one, but you've become

Somebody else round everyone else

You're watching your back like you can't relax

You're tryin' to be cool; you look like a fool to me

In public, though, it was a different story. Chris wasn't the same man when they were around other people. Trish didn't understand what the hell his problem was. At home, or even when they went to the mall, Chris was the sweetest and most loving man Trish had ever dated. They had a ball together and Chris made her laugh. But all that changed when the work week started. Chris turned into a total jerk when he was around his peers, like Christian. The guys would make crude and often mean comments about Trish and ask Chris if he "was hitting that", and Chris wouldn't do a thing about it. He would laugh along with the guys and sometimes even join in on the jokes. At first, it had hurt Trish, but now it just pissed her off. She wanted to know why Chris couldn't be the same guy in public that he was at home. Was his male ego too important to him?

"He's probably just afraid that the other guys will rib him if they knew the way he really is," Lita had told Trish earlier that day. "You know how guys are."

Trish knew, but she still didn't feel that that was an excuse. If Chris kept this up, he wouldn't have to worry about what the other guys thought about him. No longer would he have to worry about being called a "sissy boy." Trish would simply end the relationship and move on. She didn't have time for any more jerks in her life. When she met Chris, Trish had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and hadn't been too keen on men. Luckily, Chris was a patient man. He gave Trish all the time she needed to get her bearings together, and when she felt she was ready for a relationship, he'd been there. Trish genuinely loved Chris and didn't want their relationship to end, but she didn't want to end up going down the same road she'd been down so many times in the past.

Tell me,

Why you have to go and make things so complicated?

I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated

Trish knocked one final time and sank to the floor, not having the strength to fight anymore. All she wanted was for Chris to acknowledge how much she meant to him in front of all his friends. She wasn't asking for him to scream it from the rooftops or anything—a simple "I love Trish," would suffice. She knew that beneath that macho façade he put on in front of the guys, there was a sweet, kind-hearted man there. Trish just wished that Chris would show it more often. She wanted everyone to know exactly why she had fallen in love with the blonde Canadian.

The door opened and Trish felt a pair of strong arms lift her up off the ground gently. She cocked her head and saw the deep blue eyes of Chris Jericho looking back at her. The former Intercontinental Champ brushed back a piece of her hair and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Trish, I'm sorry," he said softly. "About everything. I know I've been acting like a jerk lately, and I apologize. I don't want you to think that I really am like that or that I'm afraid to let people know how important you are to me." He kissed Trish's forehead lightly. "Forgive me?"

Trish wanted to be mad, but she couldn't. Chris always knew how to get through to her even when she was so angry with him that she couldn't speak. His apology was sincere and heartfelt, and Trish knew that Chris wouldn't be acting like a jerk anymore. Her mission was accomplished, and she hadn't even had to do a thing.

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