Chapter 4
Trish reached down and her eyes glanced up, waiting on him. She
wondered if he would try to convince her to leave again? Maybe that was all
they were meant to be. A brief conversation in passing. Because they were
never much more, were they? They had worked together on storylines and she
could still remember what happened the previous summer? Was it really
written into the script or did she do it because she wanted to? She still
hated herself for thinking anything otherwise.
He finally bared a smile and reached with her, latching his fingers
onto the strap of the bag and lifting. Her aid was a relief from his pain.
He walked with her and stayed wrapped into his shy composure. It was just
something about her. Something that made her more Trish Stratus rather
than just Trish. The van was quiet and she wasn't quite sure how she ended up in the
same van with him. She could've ridden back to the hotel with Stacy,
Torrie, and Andrew, but Torrie was already the third-wheel in Stacy and Andrew's
relationship. Trish didn't need to be that. It was never a position
she took lightly to, though she was aware it was a position that Jeff had
to deal with.
She traced the stitching in the seat cushion and thought of Jeff. He
was
half-asleep next to her, glancing out the window with no true purpose.
How
did he do it? How did he stay apart of a team that was more Amy and
Matt
rather than Jeff and Matt? Maybe he liked it? Beth came on the road
sometimes and Trish thought that maybe she helped Jeff through the
constant
battle with being the third party in Team Xtreme.
"Didn't you tell everyone you wanted Beth here for Wrestle Mania?"
Trish
asked because she thought Jeff needed that escape. His eyes told
another
story.
Jeff eased forward in his seat, shuffling through his bag while trying
to
hide his face from Trish. He pulled free a bandanna and tied it around
his
head, almost shadowing his eyes from her vision. The shadows of the
night
added to the hidden emotions in his expression. "We broke up two days
after
the last pay-per-view. It just wasn't working out at all," he said,
voice
fill with emotions that were incomprehensible.
He tipped forward and rested his elbows on his knees, his chin lying
on his
palms as he stared at the seat in front of him. Once again, he was
quiet.
Trish dared to move. She lifted a hand and she was unsure. She had
never
been that unsure before, not around another man. She reached out and
let
her fingertips play with the ends of his hair, just rubbing it to feel
its
texture, to wonder at its color, to ease his distress. It was like
silk,
probably wet with water from the shower. It slipped over her
fingertips,
smooth like velvet as it fell back to his head.
He stirred a little and Trish retracted her hand, fearful of his
reaction.
His head cocked to the side and his eyes met hers, nothing but honesty
and
relief in them. "It's not a big deal Trish. Matt said we weren't
meant to
be forever anyway," Jeff stated plainly.
Trish nibbled on her lower lip and nodded. It wasn't something she
should
fret over. It's not as if she cared about Jeff like that. She hadn't
thought about him like that. Not lately at least. But she dashed
those
feelings when she left from injury the first time. And she buried them
again when Jeff left the Federation for a few months to rest his body.
They
just weren't there anymore. That's what she told herself when moments
like
this occurred.
*Chp5*
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