Switched

Chapter 5

Author's Note : Many thanks to HARLEY 1524, InsideMyHead and csimiamigirl73 for the reviews. I have to say that this chapter is kinda short.

Oh! I also tried Oreos for the first time ever last week! I love them! I munched about 7 of them then felt sick. I guess my "eyes were bigger than my belly!"

Anyhow, thanks again for the reviews and here's chapter 5!

Two's company…

Trish smiled as she drove back to the hotel. The match went well. Although she received a few punches she landed some into Paul and before he could hit her with the Pedigree she managed (although had no idea how) to counter him. She rushed out of the ring and slammed the chair into his back.

At least I'm still WWE Champion…shit! Stupid leg! Relax girl you're almost at the hotel, soon you can take a long hot bath… Trish smiled at the thought of the luxurious bubbles and soothing hot water with lavender. To top it all off a giant, comfy bed which she could snuggle into.

Slamming the car door shut she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She quickly walked in and headed for reception and frowned when she saw herself well Randy arguing with the receptionist who was smiling.

What the hell? Something ain't right. That woman looks stoned…shit I'm screaming…does he not know what that will do to my voice?

"LOOK I SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED A ROOM FOR MYSELF AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME I HAVE TO SHARE? IS THIS SOME SORT OF JOKE?" Randy yelled at the woman, unaware she was smiling and had a dazed look on her face.

"Room 232…you're sharing with someone…have a nice night."

"I KNOW THAT! WHO? DAMN IT I DESERVE…" Randy yelled enraged but stopped when he heard a deep voice cut him off.

"Trish calm the fuck down!"

"What do you want? I see you won your match…good." Randy replied and she stared at the receptionist and then back to Randy.

"What's going on? Why were you yelling? I would like to keep my voice thank you very much." Trish said in a huffy voice as stood beside him.

The receptionist turned her head and beamed like a madwoman causing Trish to jump in the air.

"DEAR GOD WOMAN! STOP SMILING LIKE THAT ITS CREEPY!" Trish yelled in fright causing Randy to smirk.

The receptionist rummaged around and shoved out two sets of keys to the confused couple. Randy looked at the keys then at Trish.

"Oh hell no! You have got to be bullshitting me!" Randy said as he put to and to together.

Trish just stared at him blankly then it clicked…no…no a thousand times no.

"Uh uh! No! NO! I do not want to share a room with you!" She hissed.

"And I thought we were getting on so well." Randy replied sarcastically as she snatched both sets of keys from the woman who blinked and smiled.

"2nd floor. Have a nice stay."

Ariel smiled as she watched them stomp over to the lifts…bickering. She snapped her fingers and the receptionist blinked and looked around stunned then shrugged her shoulders and got back to work.

"Where is it? My feet hurt…I'm going for a bath first! I had to touch that think known as Melina!" Randy moaned as they wandered down the hall.

"This is all that freaky bitch's fault! I hate her!" Trish hissed as they walked down the hall. "And quit your fucking moaning or I'll come back there…" Trish added viciously and he rolled his eyes.

"And shut me up! I know! You might wanna change your threats…they're getting' old." Randy drawled as Trish counted to ten, praying she would not hit him because she would end up with a black mark on her face.

"Finally! Now I (Trish shot him a look as she was about to unlock the door) I meant 'we' (he rolled is thick black lashes at her) can reel-…" Randy began and both their eyes widened in shock as they took in their surroundings for the night.

"Oh hell no…" Trish cried as they stepped inside the tiny room. The door shut behind them and Randy's jaw hit the floor.

"Where's the TV? Where's the balcony? DEAR GOD WHERE'S THE OTHER BED?" Randy yelled and Trish turned to face him – noting the anxious look on his well her face.

"Calm down." She said in a nice tone as she walked over and put and arm around him. It was no use as Randy was now in hysterics. He looked at Trish and then back at the dingy, small (and probably uncomfortable) single bed. There was no way they would both fit in there.

"OhGodohgodohgod…we…I…small…can't…I can't breathe…oh god I feel faint." Randy said in hysterics.

Trish grabbed him and shoved him onto the bed so he was sitting at the edge. Randy felt Trish force his head between his legs.

"Breathe…take a long deep breathe and think happy thoughts…" She said softly trying to calm the man trapped in her body down.

"Bed. Tiny. No room. Doomed." Randy babbled and felt her hand grip his head.

"STOP THAT! NOW CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" Trish roared and he did as she said.

Several minutes later he was calm and she released her grip. He slowly raised his head and stared at his former self pacing the room. The bags on the floor took up most of the space and there was a door beside the foot of the bed.

"Look its only one night…and it's after ten. We need to get up at 6am so we only need to spend 8 hours here." Trish said smiling a little and he glanced at her and couldn't help but smile back.

"You're right…um I could use a shower…" Randy replied then stopped as both of them turned their heads, slow motion style, and glanced at the door which they assumed led to the bathroom.

"You go." Randy said simply with a smirk as he leaned back – his head almost hitting the wall.

"Uh uh! No way! This room is a shit hole! Do you honestly think the bathroom is any better?" Trish asked raising a brow.

There was silence for a moment before Randy sighed and sat back up.

"Together. We'll go together."

Trish stared at him for a moment then nodded.

"Ok. But you can open the door."

Randy turned the knob and then looked at Trish. She nodded and then he pushed the door with a neatly, manicured hand then stepped back. Both recoiled in horror – the tiles were cracked, the light shined dimly. The saw a toilet and a sink which had seen better days. The worst bit there was no bath – there was an old stand alone shower.

"I guess bubble bath is a no no?" Randy said and Trish glared at him.

"I can't believe this! Does she not realise that we work hard and a bath is like heaven?" Trish moaned and wandered back to the bed and rested her head in her hands.

Randy glanced at the shower and then back at Trish. Sighing he wandered over and joined her.

"Look its only one night. We can do this Trish. We can beat Ariel. No-one said this was gonna be easy but if we work together we can win this stupid challenge-thingy and show her she's messed with the wrong people…" Randy told her and she turned a small sad smile spread across her masculine features.

"You know what? That has to the smartest thing I have heard you say since we switched." Trish said and he chuckled.

Awww how sweet! I hope you like your room. I requested it especially for you.

"YOU! I KNEW YOU WERE BEHIND THIS! YOU EVIL, TWISTED BIT…" Trish yelled enraged but Randy stopped her mid rant by clamping a hand across her mouth.

Thank you Randal (Trish snorted but he still held his hand over her mouth preventing her from speaking). As I was saying I thought this room would be perfect for the pair of you. Sadly the bed is a tad uncomfortable and the shower…well…the thermostat is um…broken! I hope you two don't mind cold showers! Ariel giggled and then left them alone.

Randy dropped his hand and there was silence – she was gone. Trish looked at him and he looked at her.

"I really hate her." Randy muttered and she nodded in agreement.

"I call the left side." Trish stated with a triumphant smirk as she got up and grabbed her bag and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Randy eyed the door angrily – he always slept on the left hand side.

"It's gonna be a long night." He said sadly as she began getting ready for bed. "And I'm supposed to be the woman. I should be in there!" He added as he heard the lock click…

A.N. As always please review! The next chapter will be up soon!!!!

xXxArwenxXx