SUMMARY: A fluff story between John Cena and Trish Stratus.

First two chapters.

Chapter 1

"Mother fucker," John Cena cursed. He had his cell phone in hand.

"Why the MF bomb?" His best friend, Randy Orton asked.

"My stupid phone keeps shutting off on its own."

"Yeah, when it does that, I suggest a new cell phone," Dave Batista, his other friend, said.

"Yeah, well, my phone needs to quit shutting off. I'd like my family to get in touch with me if they need to, or even my girlfriend."

"Oh, yes, the old ball and chain keeping in touch with her lock."

"You're one to talk, Dave," Randy said. "You're wound around your girlfriend's finger."

"Yeah, I am, but…"

"…God damn it!" John cursed again. "I'm gonna throw this stupid thing against the wall!"

Randy and Dave laughed.

"Okay, I need a cell phone store now!"

"Ow, ow, looking hot, Aims," Trish Stratigias aka Trish Stratus said. Her best friend, Amy Dumas smiled. The two were shopping with a few of their other diva friends. Amy was trying on clothes and then showing them to Trish. When Amy couldn't come up with an outfit with clothes she had picked out for trying on, Trish helped her friend find stuff to go together.

"I could be America's Next Top Model," Amy said.

"Fuck that, Amy," Lisa Marie Varon said. "You're a WWE Diva and that is better than some reality show. You're already a model, because we have photoshoots and all that."

"Darn tootin'," Torrie Wilson said. Her three friends laughed.

Trish's cell phone started ringing. She reached into her purse and pulled it out. She had a new text message.

"Why is Randy calling you?" Amy asked.

"It's a text," Trish replied.

"Why is he texting you?"

"No idea. I hope John is okay." Trish read her text message. She read it out loud. "John's cell phone keeps shutting off. He went to get it replaced. He'll call you when he has his new phone. Well, it's about freaking time." She looked at Amy.

"I'll say." Amy went back into her dressing room and changed back into her regular clothes.

"What's going on?" Torrie asked.

"John's cell phone has been shutting off on its own for the last month and he's finally going now to replace it," Trish said.

Torrie and Lisa Marie snorted. "That doesn't surprise me," Lisa Marie said.

Trish gave her friend a look.

"What?" Lisa Marie asked. "Your boyfriend is kinda stupid."

"Hey, don't be dissing my boyfriend, Lisa!"

"Don't be dissing anyone," Amy said.

"Good idea," Torrie said.

"Especially my boyfriend!" Trish said.

Torrie's cell phone began to ring. She pulled it out of her purse. "There's my boyfriend." She pressed the send button on her phone answering the call. "Hi Davey Baby."

Lisa Marie and Trish laughed. "I love you, Trishy Baby."

"No, I love you, Lisy Baby," Trish said. She then gave her friend an air kiss. Trish had enough of kissing girls, unless it was for work or on her own accord, but kissing Lisa was not on her own accord.

"You two are bitches," Amy said coming out of her dressing room with the clothes she wanted to purchase and her purse on her shoulder.

"But I love you, Amy Baby."

"No, I love you, Trishy Baby." She gave her best friend a peck on the cheek. She then went to pay for her clothes.

Torrie had walked out of the store and hadn't paid any attention to her friends with their teasing.

A half an hour later, John had his new cell phone, which wouldn't shut off on its own on him. He had all the numbers from his old cell phone imported into his new one. He'd go crazy trying to put everyone else's numbers in it again. Trish would be the only one with enough patience to put all his numbers into his phone.

John gave Trish a call like the text message Randy had sent her said he would.

"Shut your mouths," Trish said answering her phone. "Hello."

"Hey baby."

"Hey. So you have your new phone?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do. No more shutting off on me!"

"Good, after a month of it shutting off on you!"

"Don't you start with me, Missy," John said.

"That's my sister's nickname. My nickname is Trish!"

"You know what I mean."

"I know."

"So are still shopping?"

"Yes, I haven't bought a whole lot yet. The girls and I are eating lunch right now."

John chuckled. "Well, don't buy too much. Buy what you really, really want and just have to have."

"Yes, well, I really, really want and just have to have you!"

"Baby, you got me, but maybe we can work something out when you get done shopping with Amy and them. I mean you just have to have me. I'm too damn sexy to pass up! I'll rock your world, baby."

Trish giggled. Amy and Lisa Marie gave Trish a look. "I think Aims and Lisa are getting jealous."

"Honey, I could never be jealous of you," Amy said. "You and I have a few of the same qualities and some different qualities, but I could never be jealous of you, because there is nothing you have that I have to be jealous of."

That's what you think. "Okay, baby, I'm going to go and finish my lunch. I think Torrie is five seconds away from killing me so she can go do some more shopping," Trish said to John.

"Okay, I'll see you back at the hotel then. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Bye."

"Bye," Trish said. She then made a smooching sound. "Hugs and kisses, lots of kisses."

"Right back to you, sweetie."

Trish smiled. She hung up her phone and put it back in her purse. She then went back to eating her lunch.

Chapter 2

Trish arrived back at the hotel with her friends a quarter till two. She and John had to leave for the arena in an hour.

"Hey Trish," John said when he heard the hotel room door.

"Hi," Trish said. She came in and closed the door. She set her shopping bags and purse down on the bed. John was lying on the sofa reading a muscle car magazine. She walked over to him. John moved over so she could lie down with him. She did that. She also took his magazine and put it on the coffee table.

John gave his girlfriend a passionate kiss. "Did you have fun shopping?"

"Yes, I think I got Amy to buy a whole new wardrobe. She bought a lot of stuff today."

"What did you buy?"

"A little bit of everything. I got some shoes, a few shirts, a new skirt, dress, and pants. But I also did buy some lingerie."

"Oh, and what kind of lingerie?"

Trish laughed. "Well, a few of my bras have ripped. So I needed new ones, plus you can never have too many bras and panties. It's always better safe than sorry."

"And every other woman would say that about shoes, purses, or some other form of fashion ware."

"Yes, but I also got some sexy lingerie to show off to my favorite WWE Superstar."

"You did now?" John said with smirk.

"Yes," Trish replied with a smirk of her own. "I love to seduce you with it."

"Baby, you just have to say the right thing and you can seduce me with that."

Trish chuckled. She kissed him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting him. John gave a moan. He moved his hand to her face, bringing it as close to his as it could get. He began moving his tongue around with hers. Trish gave a moan. John grabbed onto Trish and moved her to lying alone on the sofa. He moved on top of her, not breaking his lips from hers.

A half an hour later, John and Trish were out the door to the arena for Monday Night Raw that night. They arrived at the arena within twenty minutes. After getting their bags from the trunk of the car, they headed inside.

"When the fans start arriving in another hour or so, I'm going out to sign autographs and take pictures," John said. "Care to join me?"

"Of course. You know I love the fans," Trish replied.

"Not as much as me, though, right?"

"Right. I could never love anything or anyone as much as you."

"Not even your own family and friends?" John asked.

"I love you more than my friends. I love you and Amy the same, though."

"So Amy rules over the rest of your friends?"

"Yes, but you rule over Amy."

"No complaints here, but some people would say, 'Guys come and go, but friends are forever.'"

"Um, you're going to be around forever whether you like it or not, okay?" Trish said with a smile.

"Right back to you," John replied.

"Glad we agree on that."

A few hours later, John and Trish headed outside the arena and to the area where the fans were gated off. It was the parking lot of the superstars, divas, and other workers of the Raw roster. There were a lot of fans that just liked to hang out outside the arena before events if they didn't have tickets to see the actual event. It was their hope of at least getting to see their favorite superstars and divas in person.

"Should we act like we're not dating?" Trish asked.

"It's your call," John said. "I think we should let these fans know that we're actually a couple and more than friends."

"Let's do it."

John smiled.

"Cena!"

"Trish!"

Trish looked at her boyfriend with a smile. He smiled back at her. He pointed to where they should start to sign autographs, take pictures, and converse with the fans. They started at the end of the blocked off area.

"Hi, how are you?" Trish said to a fan. She began signing an autograph then.

"Hey, little man," John said to a little boy who was sitting on his dad's shoulders.

"Sign my daddy's hat," The little boy said taking off the baseball cap his dad had on his head.

"You got it." John took the cap and signed it.

John and Trish enjoyed signing autographs and taking pictures.

"We're moving down the line to some girls," John said looking at Trish. Trish looked at her boyfriend as she was signing an autograph. She nodded her head.

"Cena!" The girls squealed with delight.

Trish smiled. The girls made their way through the crowd and over to John. "Hey, wait your turn, girlies," Someone said.

"You wait your turn!" One of the girls snapped.

Trish shook her head. She went up to John and leaned in toward his ear. He moved his ear closer to her lips so she could speak. He was signing an autograph. Trish didn't bother to whisper anything into his ear. She just kissed his cheek. John smiled at her. He gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Oh, my God," Trish heard a female fan say.

"Ewe!" The group of rude girls said.

"Hey, don't you be ewing my girlfriend, ladies," John said. "This WWE superstar is taken and none of you will be the future Mrs. John Cena Jr. Next!"