Title: Fixing + Trish = Cole?
Author: Mari B.
Rating: G
Content: According to Chrissy - Cuteness!
Summary: I don't know......I was all alone and then this pop into my head.


"You sure this will work?"

"It ALWAYS does..."

He sighed as he watched his friend keep fixing him up.  "I feel like such an
idiot in this....." He slightly pulled at the collar of his white shirt.  

He received a playful smack on his hand, "Stop that....I don't need you to go
and ruin up your shirt now.......I'm almost done...."

"Can't I just go in-.."

"In what? Your old pair of jeans and one of your dirty old shirts?"  His
friend asked with a raised eyebrow.

His eyes widen a bit, she had wounded his dignity.  "They are not old jeans
and dirt old shirts as you say...They are called comfortable clothing...."

"Ha! That's what YOU call it...." Trish Stratus replied to her friend as she
slighted pointed a finger at his chest.

Tazz moved from her, but not before swating her finger away gently.
"Trish.....Do you really think all of this is necessary?" He said as he
pointed to his clothing and the other stuff on the bed.

Trish looked at him up and down and at the things at the bed. "Well, lets
see?  You want him to go out with you, but you scare the poor kid at times
with your stupid thug like atitude......."

"Stupid?!" Tazz voices sounded wounded once more.

Trish giggled, "I'm sorry did I hurt your manhood or something?!"

Tazz glared at her, "Women!" He grumbled under his breath.

Trish sighed, "Tazz do you want him to accept your invitation or no?"

Tazz nodded against his will, and Trish continued speaking. "And did you or
did you not reserved dinner at a fancy restaurant where you ASKED me to GIVE
you money?"

Tazz nodded once more, his eyes falling to the ground, unsure of looking at
Trish.  He felt hands under his chin and he felt it lift his chin up.
"Tazz....Trust me....you coming to him in a suit...looking all
handsome.....with all this stuff.......He won't fear you anymore.....He will
melt in your arms....Trust me on this..."

Tazz notice her affectionate smile on Trish face and it was contagious that
one came about on his lips. Though the smile on Trish lips left as it came.

"Now you be quiet and let me finish fixing you up!"

*A half an hour later*

*Knock...knock....*

"Yes?" A weak voice answered back as the door was opened. The young man eyes
widen slightly, "Tazz...Hello!"

Tazz blushed hard at the eyeful look the young man before gave him.  
"You....well you look very different Tazz."

Tazz pouted, "Do I look bad?"

Michael Cole laughed slightly and shook his head. "Totally the opposite."

Tazz sighed in relief and for the first time he actually took in Michael's
appearence. God, did he look delicious. "You're not half bad your self either
Michael."

Now it was Michael turn to blush.  "Thanks."

A silence came about from the two man and it stood like that for a few
seconds until both men decided to speak at once.

"Micahel these-"

"I think..."

They both stop and laughed together and Michael looked at Tazz with a slight
smile. "You first."

Tazz nodded and handed Michael a single rose and a box of chocolate. "For
you."

Tazz notice Michael eyes widen in surprisement and his face redden with
blush. "For me?" he squeaked. Tazz nodded and he then received a soft kiss on
the cheek. "Thank you."

Tazz smile at him and then glance at Michael curiously. "What were you going
to say?"

Michael smiled back, "Oh that I think you and me can end up being more than
just friends...If you know what I mean." He said with a light lopsided grin.

Tazz blinked and just nodded.

Michael smirked at his reaction, "Now what about that date you promised?"

Tazz laugh, "Right this way." He said as he led Michael down the hall and in
his mind he made a mental note to thank Trish later.

The End!