Author's Note: Okay. Just wanted to say thanks for the reviews, I appreciate it. I apologize for not posting the chapter sooner, but I haven't had that much time to work on it. I'm going to get the next chapter done sooner hopefully, but in the next two weeks I'm going to be very busy with work so I'll only have limited time to write. And, Don't worry; the good stuff will be coming up pretty soon, so just wait for it :). So until then, I disclaim. Enjoy.

Conceited

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Flying, Trish hated it. Sure, it was something that she had to do regularly for work, but that doesn't mean that she disliked it any less. There was always the horrible take off and once you were up high enough there was those dreaded air bumps. Not to mention the food was usually horrible and all the people around her made her claustrophobic.

Although taking a plane was no way as long as driving, it did take a good amount of time. Which left Trish with nothing to do. And with the current situation with John, all she was thinking about was him. So she decided that she'd give a friend a call to distract her.

Trish reached in her purse and pulled out her credit card and swiped it through the phone, and preceded to call the only person she thought that could comfort her right now.

"Hey Ames, it Trish." she said.

Amy Dumas was one of Trish's best friends. She was the girl that Trish always called on when she had a problem and like wise for Amy. Although; they hadn't always been like this.

In the beginning when both Trish and Amy were fairly new to the wwe, there was a lot of animosity. Neither of the two were very fond of each other and made sure that they didn't really come in contact that much, except for a match.

But it was some time in early march when things changed. Amy was going through the whole her, Adam and Matt thing. Trish had found Amy upset in the woman's locker room. Trish knew that she had to help her out, they had gone out for coffee and for the next couple of weeks they spent a lot of time together. And by the time it was over they had made a wonderful bond.

"Hey Trish, how are you holding up?" Amy asked. Trish could tell just by the way Amy was talking, that she had probably found out about her and John. She wasn't surprised either; news tends to travel fast in this business.

"I could be better. So I'm assuming you heard huh?" She asked. Amy's sudden silence answered her question. "Well, I think it was for the better anyway. You saw us we aren't the same anymore. I think it will be easier this way."

Amy agreed, "I just want you to be happy, and if you and John need to separate to accomplish this, then I'm fully behind you."

"Thanks Ames, I knew you'd understand. Anyway, what is it that you are up to tonight?"

"Oh, nothing much really," she replied. Suddenly Trish heard a faint voice from the background and automatically knew who it was.

"Nothing huh. Well okay then, I'll let you go. This is probably costing me a fortune," Trish smiled. "Oh and tell Adam I said hello." Amy laughed and said her good-byes and hung up.

Trish figured the flight would at least take another hour or so, so she decided to take a quick nap.

"Excuse me, miss?" Trish woke up as she saw a woman standing over her. "Miss, the flight has landed." Trish nodded her head and thanked the flight attendant as she grabbed her purse and proceeded to get off the plane.

Once she reached home she went inside and set everything down, she walked into the living and checked her messages. There were three messages, one from her mother and two from Amy.

This house was one of the two. This was the house dubbed "The Toronto House", a nickname John came up with. She remembered when she was younger and remembered always walking by this house when she would walk home from school and promised herself that one day she would buy this house.

It wasn't anything magnificent, it was a two bedroom, two-floor house, but she always thought it was just the cutest thing.

On the outside it always had the cutest lawn ornaments in small little garden, which Trish could not keep alive for more than a week. But still it was a nice house to come home to after working or when she just wanted to go somewhere to relax and think.

After checking her messages, Trish went into the kitchen. And there it was, on the refrigerator door was a picture that John and Trish had taken a few months after they started dating. It was the first night of an Australian tour, and a bunch of them had decided to go to a well-known Australian club.

Victoria had snuck up on them and took a picture and gave it to Trish once she got them developed. It was Trish's favorite photo. But she knew she wasn't ready to throw it away, but at the same time she really didn't want to keep it. So she simply just placed it in the cupboard above the refrigerator.

After taking a quick shower Trish walked into her bedroom and sat on the top of the bed as she brushed threw her wet hair. Not before noticing a certain something lying on the end of her nightstand table. It was John's Boston Red Sox hat.

He must have left it here last time he was up. She walked over to it and picked it up. As she traced the B embroidery with her finger, she brought it close to her face. It still carried the scent of John.

God, did John ever love that hat. He wore it a lot, and it wasn't like him not to have it. But then it came back to her why it was still there.

"Babe, I really think that we should get going soon. The plane leaves at 2:30 pm and it's already12 o'clock and you're not even out of bed yet," Trish complained.

He let out a groan as his face was still planted into pillow. Trish huffed and put her hairbrush down, why does he always have to be so stubborn? She wondered.

She jumped onto the bed and threw her arm over John's back. "C'mon babe, I mean it, we really have to get ready- or should I say you really have to get ready." John lifted his head, his eyes still had sleep in them, and squinted his eyes at Trish.

"It doesn't take two hours to get to the airport. Just give me a few more minutes," he groaned. Trish shook her head; John turned himself over so that he was now on his back. Trish began to run her fingertips over his chest and down to his abdomen. Once she traced over his abs, her digits continued to roam down his body further, stopping at the hem of his boxers.

She looked up at John; his eyes were practically pleaded for her to continue. Her fingers slowly began to slip just under the hem, but she quickly and abruptly pulled away. Leaving John stunned. "Like I said, we really go to go," Trish smiled and began to walk out into the hall room, but not before John spun her around to face him.

He was still sitting on the bed and his face met straight on with her stomach. He looked up at her and winked. He then lifted her shirt up, just high enough so that some of her toned flesh was showing. He began to plant small kisses onto her stomach, causing her to let out a slight moan.

"I think- that, uhm," she tried to say in between breathes as John began to slowly unbutton her jeans. She was having some trouble finishing her sentence when John interrupted her.

"I think that we could catch the next flight, don't you agree?" Trish nodded her head and pulled John's face up to hers as her lips crashed into his.

They ended up spending a little more time in Trish's bedroom that day than they had expected, by the time they realized what time it was, they only had 30 minutes to get to the airport and on the plane. He must have forgot it while he was rushing to get dressed.

Trish stood up and carried the hat with her. She reached into her duffel bag and placed the hat inside. I'll have to give it to him next time I see him.

It was 12:30 and Trish laid in bed and couldn't sleep, she decided she would go downstairs to get a snack. As she was picking around through her fridge, her phone began to ring, startling her. She walked over to it and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey," a familiar voice replied.