Whoa! It's been one year and two days since I updated this. Bad, Bad Me! I hope there's someone out there who's still interested though. If anyone's still reading this, I'd like to say that I plan on updating regularly again! And I'm sorry for the long, long, loooooooooooong wait! Well here's the next chapter!

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The sun had just begun to set, and the newly arrived guests were running around like crazy people, trying to get their stuff ready for the beach. Trish was in her and John's room trying to make herself look incredibly good, considering that within the next couple of hours she would do what she came here to do: admit her feelings to a certain Legend Killer. After applying her lip gloss, she set down the container and stepped away from the mirror so she could see her whole body. Twirling herself around to see herself from every angle, she finally concluded that she did indeed look good.

"Yo, you look great so why don't you step away from the mirror and get a move on so we can get down to the water," her roommate for her time there said as he stepped into the room. "Everyone's waiting on you."

"Sorry. I'm ready alright? Let's go!" she said in a cheery voice as she exited the room and made her way down the hall and the steps and towards the front door.

"IT'S ABOUT TIME!" Chris yelled when he seen the blonde bombshell making her way down the stairs. "We've been waiting for like ever!"

"Shut up Jerky. You sound like a damn valley girl," Stephanie said while punching him lightly on the shoulder. "Now that everyone's here, let's head out!"

"YEAH!" everyone yelled out simultaneously, excited about a night down on the beach.

As soon as the van stopped, Chris and Jay jumped out and ran towards the water, jumping in once they reached it.

"Those guys are insane," Trish shook her head as she gathered her bag in her hands. "I don't understand how you two can put up with them."

"What do you mean, 'you two'?" Steph asked curiously.

"What do you think I mean? I'm referring to you and Amy. I mean, I have a hard enough time putting up with them and I only see them at work and occasionally outside of work when we get holidays. But you two! You guys are dating them. They're there all the time. I just don't understand how you put up with them," she shook her head, following Randy and John down to the water.

"WHOA!" Steph yelled out as she ran to catch up with her friend. "You're delusional you know that? Chris and I are NOT dating. I mean, it's Chris. Chris Irvine. That's just - ugh! I can't even explain how disgusting that is!"

"Riiight," Trish rolled her eyes. "The two of you are inseparable. You're like two children who tease each other and pick on each other even though deep down, everyone knows you kids are in loooove."

"I am not in love with Irvine!" Steph screeched, as Trish laughed running away. "I'm going to make you pay for that little comment Trish. You better run!"

Stephanie chased after Trish for a good 10 minutes before they both decided to call it quits. Everyone gathered at the same spot on the beach and set up their chairs.

"So. Now that we're here on this marvelous looking beach, what shall we do?" Stephanie asked as she pretended to ponder the thought.

"Good question." John said looking at the brunette. "Hey, Randy, don't ya got a couple of jet skis or something?"

"Yeah, but the one's broken so I'm afraid I've only got one for today." Randy said as he regarded the group. "We could always just go out two at a time."

"Sounds good to me," Trish smiled, thinking to herself that going out on the water alone with Randy would be the perfect time to tell him. "And I got dibs on going first!"

"Oh no you don't! This sexy beast is going to ride first! You get in line sister!" Chris stood up and yelled.

"Dream on Chris," Amy laughed, before the smile turned into that of a smirk. "Trish is going first and I think Randy should go with her."

"What? Why! I wanna go!" the first ever undisputed champion pouted.

"Because," Stephanie added. "They haven't seen each other in a while and they should get some time to catch up!"

Trish smiled as she viewed her friends, immediately understanding what they were trying to do. She knew it would work too because no one dared question Stephanie McMahon. Well, unless you go by the name of Chris Irvine.

"Good it's settled!" Steph exclaimed excitedly. "Randy, Trish, go grab that jet ski. Amy and I will keep these three occupied," she stated while motioning towards the two blonde Canadians and the rapper. "Have fun!"

Trish and Randy took off towards the shed near the docks that was home to his jet skis. The short walk was made in silence, and Trish continually went over in her mind what she was going to say to him, and how she was going to win him back. She was brought back into the now at the sound of a voice, one which belonged to the object that plagued her thoughts.

"Sorry. What did you say?" she asked slightly embarrassed that she had been zoned out.

"I just wanted to know whether you wanted to drive or not," he repeated now that she was listening.

"Oh. You can drive first, I just wanna relax," she smiled at him.

"That's fine with me," he smiled, before pulling out the jet ski and handing the blonde a life jacket. After putting his own life jacket on he hopped on the jet ski before turning his head to look at his companion for the evening. "Hop on pretty lady, I've got something to show ya!" he smirked. Trish just laughed before hopping on behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, a smile gracing her face that had no intention of leaving any time soon as they sped off into the ocean.

Back on the beach Amy and Steph sat conversing with one another about what would take place between Randy and Trish on their jet ski ride while the guys played volleyball by themselves. Realizing the game wasn't all that fun without more people they decided to find out what the two ladies were discussing.

"So," Chris started as he plopped himself down beside Steph. "What are you ladies gossiping about? The beautiful thing that is my gorgeous body?"

"Man you are so full of yourself," Amy shook her head. "Hey, where'd John go?"

"Oh, he went back to the van to grab something and no I don't know what it was," Chris replied.

"Alright," Amy said before returning to the question previously asked, "And if you must know, we were discussing Trish and Randy."

"What about them?" Jay asked as he sat himself down next to his girlfriend.

"I'm not sure if we should tell you, what with your big mouths and all," Steph teased.

"Awww, come on Stephy! You know you can trust us!" Chris exclaimed before contorting his face into that of a sad puppy dog.

"Alright I'll tell you just stop it with those damn big droopy eyes!" Steph exclaimed. Chris smiled triumphantly and awaited the answers to their questions.

"Well, we're just trying to figure out what's going to happen between the two of them while they're out on the water," Amy started.

"What do you mean?"

"What we mean is Trish is still in love with Randy. She's going to tell him tonight that she still loves him to see if he still loves her," Steph grinned.

"Wait. She's going to tell her best friend, whom she dated briefly, that she's in love with him on the week of his wedding?" Jay questioned trying to gather all the information.

"Yes," the girls replied.

"Is she insane?" he yelled out. "She's going to get her heart broken!"

"No she isn't!" Steph said. "Because I guarantee you he feels the same way about her. There was no way he just forgot about his feelings for Trish, that's ridiculous. Besides, his sole purpose for breaking up with her was because they worked for the same company and it'd be hard because they'd never see each other with both of them having a hectic schedule, and then the next thing you know he's marrying another woman who works in the same damn company! There's more to this story than we know, and the only part we're missing is why Randy really broke up with Trish."

"Well we don't know why he did it, but in regards to your first statement and your guarantee about his feelings, why don't we make a little wager?" Chris smirked, regarding the brunette.

"What kind of wager?" she asked intrigued.

"Well, I bet you that even if Trish does tell him about her feelings, this wedding will still happen," Chris stated.

"And I bet YOU," Steph began, "that there is no way this wedding is going to happen."

"Alright, so what are the stakes? I don't want money, got enough of it as it is," Chris smiled.

"How about if I win, you get to be my slave for a week," Steph smirked, confident that she would win.

"Alright. But if I win, I get the same thing. You're MY slave for a week. Deal?" Chris asked while extending his hand towards Stephanie. She regarded his hand while in thought before extending hers out to meet his.

"Deal."

Randy pulled his jet ski up to the docks at the spot he brought Trish to. The couple hopped off, and Trish looked around taking in the view.

"Wow," she said as she stared at the land in awe. "What is this place?"

"It's just a place I like to come to, to think," he said before making his way down the beach and towards the sand hills. "Isn't it great?"

"Yeah," she said before following the Legend Killer. "It's actually kind of strange that we came here because there's something I've been meaning to tell you," she told him before taking a seat at the foot of one of the hills. He sat down beside her and waited for her to continue. When she didn't he smiled slightly.

"Ya know when someone says 'there's something I've been meaning to tell you' they usually, you know, tell the person," he smirked.

"Oh sorry. I'm just trying to think of the right words to say you know? Because I don't want this to come out wrong or anything."

"Okay, take all the time you need. I don't have anywhere to be right now," he smiled at her, hoping to help her figure out what to say.

"Okay, the thing is," she began, "Umm..the thing is- Oh Goddess this is hard!" she exclaimed standing up.

"I don't understand why it's so hard. Trish, we're friends. You should be able to tell me anything," he encouraged.

"You mean like how you told me you were seeing Stacy?" she lashed out, becoming defensive. Get it together Trish. You don't want to fight! she scolded herself.

"I'm sorry about that. It's not that I didn't want to, it's just, I didn't know how you would take it," he said looking down.

"You didn't know how I would take it? Well isn't that a load of shit! You knew damn well how I would take it considering not too long ago you and I were together and you ended it with me because it would be too hard since we worked for the same company," she began to pace. "How would you take it if you received an invitation in the mail to a wedding of the person you were in love with, who you considered to be one of your best friends, and yet you didn't even know that person was seeing someone!" she screamed out before his words caused her to look at him.

"What did you say?" he questioned, not sure if he heard her correctly.

"What?" Trish asked pretending not to know what he was talking about, when in reality she knew of her slip in her minute of rage.

"What did you say?" he tried again, a little louder and more forceful than before.

"I said," she exhaled loudly while staring at her feet before looking up at him, staring directly into his eyes. "I love you."