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"Chris what are we going to do? I mean, how are we going to tell Jay?"
Trish Stratus eyed her boyfriend with worry as she fretted over the situation. They'd been arriving back to their hotel room after a date, and from down the hall a ways, they'd spotted Amy entering Adam's room.
"Hey, hang on, babe," Jericho said softly, his hands up as he eyed his girlfriend. "Why do we have to tell him anything? Besides, we don't know that anything happened, anyway."
The little blonde stared at the man impatiently. She crossed her arms over her chest, her foot tapping a bit.
"At nearly two in the morning? C'mon, Chris - don't play naive with me!"
"Trish, shh..." The blond man reached out and gently pulled his girlfriend toward him, where he sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap.
"First of all, it's none of our business..."
"None of our-" She cocked her head to stared into his clear blue eyes, a near lack of comprehension in her own brown ones. "But Jay is our friend," she reminded him.
"True... but so are Amy and Adam - and besides, they've been sort of dating lately."
"I know, but-"
"Trishy," Chris cooed. "Baby, come on... you know it's not our place to interfere when we both know that to be the truth. Right?"
"Well... right, but..."
"Besides, didn't you tell me just the other day that Amy thinks she's falling for Adam?" Chris asked, reaching up with one hand to gently caress some locks of her blonde hair. He loved doing that, playing with her tresses. They were so soft, like silk, and he loved smelling her hair as well.
"Yeah," she admitted, eyes momentarily downcast. Then, raising them to again meet his gaze, she plundered into a new direction. "But Chris, you didn't see Jay the other night, how upset he was when we saw Adam and Amy return from their date." She winced at the memory of her friend's obvious heartache as they'd seen the kiss. "He was *so*... crushed."
Jericho nodded.
"I can believe it... Guy's been pretty mopey lately. But it's between the three of them."
"What if I talked to Amy?" Trish suggested boldly. "I know she likes him, and I can convince her to take a good look at him."
Chris shook his head.
"Damn it, you're too stubborn for your own good, you know? Jeez, woman!"
The petite blonde shrugged. As far as she was concerned, it was *he* who was the stubborn one.
"I can't help it," she said. "I can't forget about how sad Jay looked - and I don't know... something about the way Adam's been acting lately strikes me as..." She shook her head again. "I don't know, it's like he thinks he's better than the rest of us or something."
"I haven't noticed anything like that... Sure it's not your imagination?"
Trish smirked at him with aggravation.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Okay... whatever," Jericho went on, raking a hand through his hair. "Even so, Trish..." He met her eyes seriously as he continued. "... I want you to promise me you won't start any trouble."
Her eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean by *that*?"
"I don't want you to say anything to Amy or Adam and stir a hornet's nest, okay?"
"Oh..." The little blonde let out a sigh. She didn't know that she *could* promise such a thing.
"Come on, babe - forget about this and give me some lovin'."
Trish couldn't resist that sweet expression on his face, his lips puckered. So, for the moment, she
ignored the nagging voice in her head and crashed her lips to his.