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Song 5: "Comatose" by Skillet

I hate feeling like this

Chris hated the way Trish made him feel. He hated the hot-and-cold attitude she had, because it confused the hell out of him. He spent day after day wondering how she could be so frisky with him at times, and then so cold with him at other times. He didn't understand women. Why couldn't they just be upfront and say what they meant, instead of playing games? He had enough drama in his life as it was; he sure as hell didn't need it in his love life.

I'm so tired of trying to fight this

What made Chris even more angry and confused was the fact that even though Trish's games angered him, he enjoyed the attention he got from them. He was a typical male, and he'd be lying if he said that Trish showering him with attention bothered him. Sometimes, he'd just be hanging out in his locker room after a show, and Trish would show up, clad in nothing but a towel and a smile on her beautiful face.

But nothing ever happened, other than shameless flirting. Chris wanted to take things further, but apparently Trish didn't. She didn't mind to get him all hot and bothered, but when it came to getting the job done, she bolted. It frustrated the hell out of Chris and he considered telling her to just stay away from his locker room from now on. What Trish was doing to him wasn't fair and even though it might sound immature, Chris didn't want her to come around him unless she was ready to finish the job. He was tired of trying to fight his feelings for her, and the next time Trish showed up in his locker room half-naked, he might not be able to restrain himself.

I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you

Trish haunted his dreams as well. Chris couldn't count the numerous times that he'd woken up in a cold sweat, thinking that his fantasies had been fulfilled and Trish really was lying next to him. Those dreams weren't just any regular dreams either. It was as if every thought Chris had had about Trish showed up in his dreams. Lips crashed, hands roamed, and bodies were tangled together in one sweaty, hot mess. It was bad enough that Trish was all Chris could think about during the day; did she have to take over his dreams, too?

Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you

Chris felt like he was a drug addict and Trish was the fix he needed. He ached for her and each day without her made him feel like he was in withdrawal. Sometimes, when they would pass each other in the arena, he'd catch a whiff of Trish's perfume and the smell would nearly drive him over the edge. Didn't she know the effect she had on him? Probably, he thought. But Trish seemed to enjoy playing this game. Toying with Chris seemed to make her very happy.

Then again, maybe Trish did want to take things further and she was just afraid. Chris highly doubted that, but it was still a possibility. If that was the case, then the two of them needed to have a talk about the situation. Or maybe more, Chris thought devilishly. That was another thing about Trish that made her so different that the other women he had been involved with: she always took his mind to a dirty place. Chris didn't mind that, but he wished that they could act on those thoughts instead of talking about it and teasing each other.

Oh how I adore you
Oh how I thirst for you
Oh how I need you

Chris licked his lips and closed his eyes as he leaned back against the wall in the locker room. He could feel Trish's body moving over him, her breath hot and delicious. Chris could feel her lips hovering above his, and he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her down to him so that their lips met in a passionate, heated kiss. Trish placed a hand on the back of Chris's neck as the kiss deepened and lightly ran a finger through the hair there. Finally, Chris sighed. He was tired of fighting; it felt so good to give in. The way Trish was touching him, the way she was kissing him…it felt too good to be true. Chris wished that he could freeze time so that he could remain in this moment forever. He moaned and ran his hands up Trish's side, squeezing roughly. Her body felt like heaven and he wanted to just ravage her right then and there. I want this. I need this.

But of course it wasn't real; it never was. Chris woke up with a start and cursed silently. If he wanted his dreams to be real, he would have to go to Trish and just tell her exactly that. He was tired of the back and forth and didn't have the strength to keep doing it anymore. Either Trish would be sympathetic and agree with him, and their relationship would go further, which Chris was hoping for, or she would laugh at him and turn him down. But he needed to have a definitive answer. It was odd, because Chris had never minded being in a "friends with benefits" type situation before. But then he met Trish, and that changed everything.

I don't wanna live
I don't wanna breathe
'Les I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel
Waking up to you never felt so real

All Chris wanted was a simple yes or no from Trish. And he wasn't going to give up until he got this whole messy situation sorted out. Yeah, it might sound cheesy, but he wanted a relationship that was based on more than sex. It wasn't a typical male thing to say, and Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy sex, but at the end of the day, he wanted to know that someone would be there for him. He hoped he would get the answer he wanted from Trish.

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