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Chasing Pavements

Chapter 2

INVADERS MUST DIE

"Yeah, I don't know Stace," Trish sighed into the phone. "I don't know why I keep having this stupid dream; it's been a long time since it happened," she scrunched her face up in frustration. "And it's not like I actually died anyway, so why am I dreaming about my death!?"

"Honey," Stacy said in a slow voice, trying to come up with a decent explanation. "You only found out about Chris' release a couple of days ago—a week tops, maybe it's just getting to you a bit." When she didn't get a response from her friend she quickly added, "There is nothing to worry about anyway."

She heard Trish inhale deeply, immediately noticing the worry when she spoke. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Stacy confirmed immediately. "No one has seen him around, or heard from him, and Randy said Jay hasn't been in touch with him either since he got out."

"And I should take that as a good sign?" Trish asked hesitantly.

Stacy nodded, even though Trish couldn't see her. "Yes...he's probably moved on with his sad, stupid life anyway." There was a long silence between the two before Stacy spoke again. "Trish just calm down, you're fine, John's there, you're both in New York, just concentrate on what matters and don't worry about the past—soon enough you'll both be Criminology majors and out there kicking ass!" she said through a laugh.

Trish smiled at her friend's optimism. Stacy had always been such a caring friend, and even in the darkest hours she always managed to put a smile on everyone's faces. She could remember so vividly the day she and John left for New York. Stacy's normally bright smile and cheerfulness was replaced with that of sadness. Trish had seen it before, when they were younger and she was leaving for Canada, but this time it felt different and much sadder—probably because they were more mature and had become a lot closer, if that was even possible. This time it wasn't only her too, John had left too, so the impact hit harder on all of them, including Randy. Leaving one of her best friends behind was definitely hard, if not the hardest.

"Trisha? You still there?" Stacy's voice broke her thoughts.

"Y-yeah, sorry," Trish replied just as her phone began to beep, indicating another call. "Can you hold on a sec, other line."

"Oh that's cool, Abigail's getting a bit restless, I'll just let you go kay?" Stacy replied, bouncing her daughter on her knee.

"Okay, talk to you soon then," Trish smiled as she transferred to the other call.

"Hello?" Trish sighed into the phone, but immediately smiled when she heard the caller's voice.

"Hey Trish," Candice's chirpy voice rang through the receiver. "Why so glum?"

Trish chuckled. "I thought you might have been a telemarketer interrupting mine and Stacy's conversation."

"Oh you were talking to Stacy? Sorry," Candice winced.

"Don't worry, she had to go anyways, so how have you been, Missy?"

Candice sighed heavily into the phone. Trish quickly recognised the uncertainty in her voice. "Things with Jeff?" she asked cautiously.

Over the last two years or so she and Candice had become closer friends. Candice had found since high school everyone had gone their separate ways with college and work and the like. She and Jeff had maintained their relationship, but she soon found she would be dealing with a lot more than she bargained for. Jeff had made the fateful decision to get involved with drugs, and Candice would be the one looking after him after he would come home late at night, high. She often wondered why she would stick around for him when she could easily move on with her life—but in reality Jeff had no one besides her. She couldn't leave him with Matt; his brother was just as addicted, if not more, and their parents wanted nothing to do with them until they cleaned their act up. With all her closer-to-home friends tied up in their own lives, she made the call to Trish for some sort of moral support.

"Candice?" Trish asked softly into the phone. "Please talk to me."

"I can't do it anymore," she heard her friend's voice begin to crack. "It's too much, he's too far gone and I can't do it anymore." She continued, this time through sobs.

"Oh sweetie," Trish eased. "You've been great to Jeff, when he had no one else." She took a moment for Candice to ease her crying. "But he's not your responsibility, he's his own responsibility, you have done more than enough than you have needed to."

"But—" Candice began, but stopped. All Trish was saying was true, but somehow she felt like she was in too deep and backing out now would be like abandoning Jeff.

"Candice, I know you love him but you need to also think of your own life and what it will be like if you keep this up," Trish said, trying to sound as sympathetic but serious at the same time. "It'll be hard, but maybe it's time."

Candice sucked in a deep breath as her sobs became minimal. "I guess you're right," she replied, wiping away a few stray tears. "Oh, god I feel so terrible though," she groaned out in frustration.

"Yeah you will, but you'll eventually realise it was the right thing to do." Trish replied. "And hey, maybe in a little while Jeff will realise what his addiction has done, and clean up and then you two could work it out and start things up again!" Damn, I'm starting to sound like Stacy! She thought.

Candice giggled, "One step at a time, Trish." She heard a chuckle in response. "Anyway the other reason I called was, well I was thinking I'd drive down and visit you and John in New York…you know just to clear my mind a bit and 'coz i seriously miss you guys." There was a slight pause before she added. "If that's okay with you, I mean I don't wanna intrude."

Trish grinned. "No, of course you can! I'm going crazy not being able to see everyone—you, Stacy, Randy etcetera, it'll be nice having you here." She said as noticed John entering the front door. She mouthed a discreet 'Hi' to him.

"Great!" Candice exclaimed with a slight squeak in her voice. "I was thinking probably being there by the weekend, so like three or so days?"

"Sounds great," Trish grinned again. "I'll see you then!" she replied and bid goodbye to her friend.

"Who will you be seeing again baby?" John asked, making his way over to her. "Oh and hello by the way," he smiled and kissed her lips.

"Hi," Trish replied with a giggle and pecked him again. "Candice, she's coming down here probably on Saturday or something."

"Oh that's good, I was wondering when she would come visit, all those calls to you on the phone and no visit? Tsk tsk." John joked. "But anyways, I was thinking…" John trailed off as he snaked his arms around her waist pulling her towards the couch.

"What were you thinking?" Trish raised an eyebrow and smirked. "And what's in that bag you brought in with you?" Trish asked, peering over her shoulder.

"All in good time my love, take a seat." He gently sat her down before making his way over to grab the bag. "Okay so we have…" he dug his hand through the plastic bag much to Trish's curiosity. "Romantic comedies, because you would have clawed my eyes out if i hadn't borrowed any...alright so there's Definitely Maybe and She's All That…"

"Ooh Definitely Maybe! Let's watch that!" Trish quickly shrieked.

John placed a finger over his lips to shush her. "Shh, calm yourself women, let me finish." He joked as she pouted. "Alright now that everyone has their panties back on," he looked at her suggestively. "Even though I would prefer them to be off." Trish giggled and told him to hurry up. "We have action, Mr and Mrs Smith and The Marine."

"The Marine, yuck John," Trish made a face. "Why do you always borrow that one, it's lame!"

John feigned hurt and strode towards her, setting the bag of DVDs on the coffee table. "You take that back!" he reached out and grabbed her lightly. "Or else."

Trish immediately started laugh. "No!" she squealed. Even with all the years past, he still threatened her with tickles. "Please don't John!"

John grinned evilly. "Let me think…no!" he began attacking her with tickles, pushing her down to the carpeted floor.

"John, don't!" she was barely audible through her laughs. "I can't breathe!"

John finally stopped and picked her up by the waist, grinning at her cheekily.

"You jerk." Trish spat. John glared at her and raised his fingers towards her. "Sorry, I'll stop!" she quickly said, jumping up and away from him." She giggled as he glared at her.

"Alright, so the plan is—watch movies, including the Marine," he watched her shake her head playfully and stick out her tongue. "Laze around and cuddle whilst eating some snacks," he said pulling out various package food. "Then later…" he wiggled his eyebrows at her causing her to laugh. "We can get naked!" he yelped as he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into him.

"Naked huh," Trish pecked his lips. "Sounds like a plan."

The pair took their seats on the couch, Trish cuddling up close to John, ready to begin their John and Trish night. "Damn!" John cursed causing Trish to flinch slightly. "Sorry babe, I forgot the Nachos," he wailed.

"Oh, you'll live," Trish slapped his arm playfully as the phone began to ring.

John pouted. "But Nachos!! I'll go get some, I'll be real quick I promise!" he continued pouting.

Trish rolled her eyes and got up. "I'll go get them, and you answer the phone," she insisted whilst grabbing her coat and heading for the door. "Be back soon kay?"

John hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement. "Hello?" he said answering the phone. "Oh hey Paul," he glanced over at Trish, who blew him a kiss. 'Bye', he mouthed to her and smiled. "Oh nothing, just at home with Trish, she just ran out to the store to get some stuff…" he continued into the phone.

JxT

Trish stuffed her hands into her pocket and winced at the cold breeze as she walked into the 7/11. "Damn John and his bloody Nachos," she complained to herself. She walked around scanning the shelves.

"Jeez," she breathed out as she grabbed the packet. Turning around, she glanced at the entrance swearing she just saw someone familiar. Shrugging it off, she headed for the counter. The sooner she got home the sooner she'd have alone time with John. She grinned to herself.

"Alright, all you suckers FREEZE!" A loud voice filled the small store.

Trish stopped dead in her tracks, looking over to her right. Two men, masked in balaclavas and holding pistols in their hands raided the shop. She swallowed hard, frozen in her tracks.

"Everyone, down on the fucking ground, NOW!" the taller man yelled.

Trish immediately fell to the ground, her hands pinned against the floor as she tried her best to look down and not at the intruders. A few other people in the store joined her on the floor, all terrified out of their minds, including the cashier.

"Not you, idiot," the shorter man yelled at the cashier. "Who's gonna open the register if you're on the ground?" he asked rhetorically. The cashier looked up with horror as he began to stand hesitantly. With the gunman pressing his weapon into his shoulder he quickly reach out and with a press of a button he opened up the cash till before being shoved back by the masked man, whilst the other pointed his gun towards Trish and the others in the store.

Trish silently prayed to herself, hoping that this would all be over soon. She discreetly glanced up and noticed they had emptied the till and were now filling the bag up with junk food. She felt like rolling he eyes and calling them pathetic, but was too frightened to even move a millimetre.

"Alright man, let's get out of here," she heard one of them say as she sighed in relief.

"It was nice doing business with you all," the shorter man started to say. "I'm sorry for this inconvenience, but I hope you all have a lovely…"

He stopped mid speech when he heard the sound of a phone ringing. Trish's eyes widened as she realised it was her cell phone. She looked up, trembling with fear when she noticed the two armed men staring at her.

Shit.

Uh oh.

Anyone nervous for Trish? Anyways I hope you all like it so far.
So Candice is going to be a part of this story, but more so later on... I made her one of Trish's close friends because she's needed later, sorry if anyone hates her with passion and was like 'wtf' when i blabbed on about her...but i thought we needed a little back story coz otherwise she would have appeared out of nowhere. I still hope you continue reading. :)

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Superficialcynic: Yes, Randy and Stacy will be in this, but I am not sure how much in reference to your "are they going to have a big part". But they will definitely be in it-- more so later on, in parts where i need them to be :)

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