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Trish's Vow
"So, lay it all on us... How did your date go last night?" Lisa Marie's eyes were glowing with the kind of mischievousness we'd all grown to know and love.
I rolled my eyes, however, knowing full well what she really meant - 'Did you two do the horizontal mambo?'
"It went great," I replied with a tiny smile. "He's so nice."
"'Nice?'" Dark brown eyes rolled. "I guess that means you didn't-"
"Lisa! It was their first date!" Trish said in a chastising tone.
The dark-haired woman rolled her eyes again.
"Oh, please... Like you've never had sex with a man on the first date!"
Candice, who was at my side, had remained silent all this time. She opted to sit there and enjoy listening to the exchange between the rest of us. But knowing her, she'd put in her two cents soon enough.
Trish seemed flustered as she searched for words to use as a retort. Her face scrunched up cutely as she did so, but she really didn't have a response because she knew what our friend had said was true.
"Anyway," I cut in, "it was a terrific date. He's an amazing kisser, and we're going out again on Friday."
Candice was finally about to say something when Trish spoke up again quickly instead. Her facial expression was serious and thoughtful.
"You know what? I've made a very important decision in my life... This is the year I'm going to get married."
The rest of us simply stared at her, then exchanged glances. That was... well, odd. For her to just come out and announce that was strange, even for a girl such as herself, who was always searching for romance.
"Um... Okay." Candice let out a slight shrug, not really sure of what else to say.
Lisa Marie wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Random, honey... That was so random."
The petite blonde crossed her arms over her chest and faced me, as though anticipating my verbal reaction next. It left me feeling somewhat flustered.
"Well?" she said. "Aren't you going to say anything, Amy?"
I cast around in my mind for something, anything other than what was really in it.
"Err... Nice weather we've been having lately, huh?"
My brunette friends uttered positive responses, and I felt grateful toward them. That was Lisa Marie and Candice - always there to come to my rescue.
But Trish wasn't one to relent easily. She narrowed her brown eyes as she stared at me, and for once in our years of friendship, I actually felt a little uncomfortable and uneasy around her.
"I know you've got something to say," she insisted. "Don't hold back - I want to hear it!"
"Okay, okay!" I cried, waving my hands at her in surrender. How in the world was she going to take this, though? If I knew Trish Stratus, which I did, she wasn't going to like it.
"Fine - you win. If you want my honest opinion," I stated, praying she wouldn't feel too offended, "I think you've gone off the deep end."
She cocked her head, chewing the inside of her cheek as she regarded me in silence. It was a full moment of silence that had me squirming inside, because the last thing I wanted was to hurt her, or for her to be angry with me.
Candice, however, came to my rescue yet again... Well, sort of.
"Let me elaborate on that," she stated. "And don't be mad, just hear me out." He held her hands up in a placating manner. Since the high-powered attorney was never one to hold back, I braced myself for it. "I think you're living in a pipe dream, Trish."
Lisa Marie, who hadn't uttered another word since her 'random' comment, merely sat there with widened eyes. However, she eyed Candice and made a 'time-out' gesture with her hands.
Finally, Trish found her voice again. She stared from me to Candice and frowned.
"Oh, is that so? I'm 'living in a pipe dream,' am I?" She raised a hand, pointing a finger directly at our friend as though lecturing her. "Well, let me tell you something, Candice Michelle Beckman! The right guy is out there, for me! He's right out there, maybe even around the corner!" Tears were springing to Trish's eyes as she abruptly stood, rummaging through her purse to toss down some money for lunch.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Leaving!" she cried, not caring about all the people that were now staring our way. "I can't stay here when I've been insulted so badly by my own friend!" She cast a shocked Candice a horribly hurt look and marched out in a hurry.
Lisa Marie appeared conflicted as she watched the blonde running for the door. She turned back to us and shrugged, her face full of concern.
"Shouldn't we go after her?"
"You two go... I don't think she wants anything to do with me right now," the other brunette noted sadly.
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Trish ran down the street, ignoring the stares she knew people were giving her. Her tears blurred her vision a little, and she swiped at the corners of her eyes. Furiously, so intent on getting away from the area, she didn't see the taxi cab barreling straight toward her.
She gave out a little shriek as she suddenly tripped and lost her balance. She fell, right in the middle of the street and directly in the cab's path. As it neared, she could only shield her eyes, fear gripping her at the thought that she was about to be killed...
... It didn't happen. Instead, the taxi screeched to a stop a mere two feet from Trish. One of its back doors opened, and a man ran out and came toward her.
"Oh, my God!" A pair of deep, dark blue eyes stared down from just about the most handsome face she'd ever seen. "Are you all right?" He held his hand out for her, and she was speechless, dumbfounded as she accepted it.
"Wow." That was all the blonde could manage. The young man was very tall, with short brown hair. He was so dreamy!
He assessed that she was okay and brought her to the safety of the sidewalk.
"Thank goodness the driver stopped in time!" he exclaimed.
Trish finally regained her senses. She nodded.
"Thank you," she said, still a bit out of breath. "Oh, God, I could have been-"
"But you weren't... That's the only thing that matters."
"You're right. Well, thanks again." She glanced down at herself and brushed herself off with both hands.
"I'm Randy Orton," the man said, reluctant to leave her just yet. He noticed just how beautiful she was.
"Trish Stratus," she replied with a smile and took his hand for a shake.
He eyed her thoughtfully and smiled.
"I hope you don't find this completely ludicrous, giving the circumstances... But would you like to have dinner sometime?"
The petite blonde let out a soft little laugh.
"I would love it."