Chapter 15
"All you have to do is become some big time, overrated superstar in
the Federation and you can pull the shit Austin has pulled this last week
to get what he wants," Adam gripped lowly to Rob and Trish while the others
looked on as the first match rolled across the television monitor.
"What it takes to keep him, I guess," Rob shrugged out, reclining in
his chair. Trish nodded, trying to pay attention to Curt's attempts to battle
Peter's attacks. She gave up trying once Curt was trapped in Tazmission. She
brushed her hair back and listened to the conversations behind her.
She gave no attention to Andrew and Dustin's discussion of Stacy and
focused in on Amy's voice. "You have to try and smile Jeff. We're going to be on camera for most of the night," Amy pleaded. Trish closed her eyes and sighed. It hurt him too. "Amy, leave him be. He's just dealing," Matt contended.
Trish had to glance back then, trying to find something else to focus
on. She caught Torrie beaming at her, that cocky smile shitting on Trish's
disposition. She rolled her eyes and glared at Amy, tried to offer
some apology for their inability to remain friends through all that had
occurred. Amy frowned a little and looked back to Matt, adjusting her position
in his lap. Trish nibbled her bottom lip and felt Adam shake her when he stood. She glanced at Jeff quickly, watched the way he looked down at some folded piece of paper. Where was he? Did he even know she was staring at him?
She could hear Dwayne rambling on and on about something Vince said
but she was able to tune it out. She could not tune out the way Jeff's solemn
position called on her, asked for some sort of comfort. She didn't
have the strength, the valor to touch him.
"Trish... Flair is about to make his first pick," Rob whispered to
her, tapping her leg. When her name was uttered, she watched Jeff's head
lift. She turned quickly because she didn't want to look at him anymore. She
wanted to be free of those feelings. She was so close.
"Looks like all of those practice matches with Amy paid off. Trish
can do a headscissor's now," Rob laughed out, halfway turned in his seat to
face the Hardy's and Amy. Amy smiled toward him and leaned against her
boyfriend's chest. "I don't know. I think Jeff helped her to get that move down," Adam rebutted kindly, leaving Jeff to slump in his chair with a goofy grin. "She's definitely giving me a run for my money," Amy chimed, rubbing a
hand across Jeff's shoulder.
"Is that why she beat you for the cover of the new magazine?" Lisa
questioned, finding her seat a few rows behind the others. She smiled
perkily when Amy glared at her. "Trish deserved to get the cover," Amy replied simply, watching as Trish glided to the front row of chairs.
Trish ignored the stares, remained gracious when complimented on her
match, and tried not to look at Jeff. "Keep that up and we'll be offering you an invitation to join Team Xtreme Trish," Matt remarked, causing Trish to turn in her chair and shoot him a quick smirk. The others watched fondly as the nWo battled Hogan and Dwayne. "But you're going to have to get wackier clothes and dye your hair crazy colors like our boy Jeff," Amy added, smiling at Trish. That expression was genuine too. At least, it looked that way to Trish.
Trish giggled lowly and licked a smile across her lips. "Just don't
ask me to take off my shirt anytime I do a moonsault."
Amy and Matt laughed while Jeff stayed silent. She thought to reach
out and touch him, inform him that they would be fine, just as friends.
She wouldn't. She waited on him to lift his head, waited to see those soft
green eyes. "We have to get going guys," Chuck speaks up and Trish withdraws from their stare. She watches as Amy and Matt stand, stretching laugedly before moving down the aisle. She had to remind herself that's not what she had when she saw them clasp hands and advance toward the exit. She waits until Jeff stands before turning away. She didn't want to watch him leave.
Arms reach around her neck and the folded piece of paper is now in her
face. She stares at it, wonders what it says before she hears Jeff speak.
"Read this," he says softly and then he's gone. She's without him and
she's holding the paper between her thumb and forefinger.
She unfolds the paper when Adam instructs her to. She knows no one is
paying attention to her and she feels blind when she begins to read
Jeff's writing on the paper. The title mystifies her and before she knows it,
she's lost in the words. The poetry encases her in its hands and rocks
her slowly, leaving her in a daze. She has to read it again and feel
everything.
You comfort me better than any chair, bed, room, or house---
You amaze me more than any facts, stories, truths, or lies---
You enhance me more than any drug, drink, pill, or powder---
You predict me better than any parent, coach, counselor, or
teacher---
You season me better than any salt, pepper, winter, or summer---
You entertain me more than any movie, show, song, or competition---
You control me better than any school, job, jail, or prison---
You love me more than any person, God, business, or existence---
In my existence..............Believe............I do
In our existence.............I live...........for you.
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