Trish watched him carefully from the corner of her eye. There was no
real
conversation when they walked. A comment about the triple-threat match
here
and there, a small laughter between the two when discussing Billy and
Chuck's new entrance theme, and even a shared smile when talking about
the
success of the event. But that was all work talk.
"Are you sure you want to help me carry this? People might start to
think
there's something going on between me and you if they see us walking
out of
here together", Jeff remarked, his head drooping a little as he still
struggled through his pain. Was he worried? Concerned? It wasn't
like
most of the Federation didn't know about Jeff and his on-off
relationship
with Beth. It wasn't like all the wrestlers didn't know Trish was the
only
Diva who stayed to herself, never dating within the company. What
could he
fear?
"I don't think they'll think anything about us, Jeff," Trish replied,
her
tone almost resentful. He frowned and it caught her eye. It made her
think. She was going to speak again, but hesitation got the best of
her and
she just walked with the silence.
They were outside before she could think to say something to Jeff.
Horns
were honking, trucks were moving, and they stood together, watching a
few of
their co-workers celebrate while others piled into vans to leave for
either
parties or the hotels. She felt Jeff lowering the bag to the ground
and it
was almost as if he was drawing away from her.
"Where's your brother?" Trish wondered, eyes searching the parking lot
with
wild fascination. She ran her fingers over the material of her jacket,
pulling it close as the easy Toronto breeze swept over them. Jeff arched an eyebrow and shrugged. He knew where he was. "He said
that
he and Amy.. Er, Lita were going to head out and celebrate with Scott,
Booker and the gang".
"It's okay Jeff. You can call her Amy. I call her that once in
awhile.
Whenever I remember that we're not on camera", Trish giggled, daring to
run
a hand over his bare arm. She regretted it. She regretted seeing that
sudden look of disbelief in his wonderous green eyes. Could he really
not
like her that much? Did he only know the Trish from television, the
one
that was once part of T&A, the one that flaunted her body around with
Mr.
McMahon, and the one that kissed instead of wrestled to help win a
match?
"Trish, are you coming with us? You know that us Canadians have to
celebrate together," Adam proclaimed from a nearby van, Jason and Lance
howling on the inside of the vehicle. Trish smiled and shook her head. She wasn't in the mood to roam
around Toronto tonight. There was a white fire still blazing inside of her,
but she kept it contained in glass. She leaned toward Jeff and kept her
animated grin pressed against her glossy lips.
"Your loss Stratus," Adam laughed out, hopping into the van with his
friends. Was it her loss? What else was she going to do? Stand around the
parking lot and revel in the silence that she and Jeff maintained? What a way
to celebrate. "You could've went with them Trish," Jeff finally spoke and Trish
turned to him with intrigue. He didn't really have an accent, but there was
something in his voice that wasn't like the others. It was appealing, but she
knew her boundaries. Jeff Hardy? It made her laugh and she blushed when he
looked upon her with interest.
"Do you want me to go away Jeff Hardy?" she asked and he grew stiff,
surprised. He shook his head and a peculiar grin tugged at his lips.
They could be friends if they both really tried. And they had, in the past.
But then Trish went away. Trish hurt her ankle and was gone for a few
months. A few months that left Jeff hanging on, wondering if she would come
back? Wondering if they were friends, ever?
