A/n- O.o Everyone like.. left. ;l Well I'm update.. ;D

John closed his eyes for a second, but opened them immediately, forgetting to look at the road. He heard a giggle from behind him, he rolled his eyes, completely forgetting Randy was there with the girl he'd picked up. John took a deep breathe, focusing on the road. Finally the hotel came into view. He pulled up and pointed to the door for Randy and his girl.

"Awh!" Randy complained, helping her out. The girl smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. John rolled his eyes and climbed out, running straight to his room. Once inside he collapsed on his bed. Thankfully, he shared with Dave Bautista and not Randy. Dave was elsewhere so John was alone.

"Ugh!" John took a deep breath, taking in everything that happened earlier. It wasn't a dream. It couldn't be erased. John nodded slowly, He was the one who was right, Trish was wrong in all of this. John found himself hitting his head on the wall. After 12 hits, a knock came from his door. John answered, seeing Stacy.

"You have a red spot on your forehead.. Now what are you doing..? Banging the wall?" Stacy raised an eyebrow. John shook his head, plopping down on the bed and leaving the door opened for Stacy. "Everything.. uhm ok?"

" 'Course not!" John cried. Stacy glanced at him before sitting on the floor.

"Wanna tell me about it..?" Stacy asked. John shrugged but told her anyway.

"And I left.." John sighed after telling his story. Stacy's jaw dropped somewhere in the middle of the story, but now it looked like it was going to hit the floor.

"Wow.." She closed her mouth. "Did you ever consider if she had the same feelings for you that you had for her?" Stacy began. John stared at her and found himself shaking his head.

"No.." He said quietly.

"Maybe she didn't want a relationship ruin your strong friendship. I'm not one to give advice, but maybe you should let it all sink it. Do you have proof that Chris and her were on a date?"

"Well.. not exactly.."

"Hm. John, she's probably pissed at herself, I don't blame her. I'll talk to her though.. I won't mention names though." She smiled, standing up. John nodded.

"Kay, Thanks Stace." John said, closing the door behind her.

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"Trish!" Stacy smiled brightly as Trish closed the door behind her. She was frowning, eyes darting back and forth. "So where were you? On a date?" Stacy grinned. Trish shrugged casually.

"Oh.. I was just.. ya know.. out.." Trish ran a hand through her hair. Stacy nodded.

"With who?"

"Uhm.. myself.."

"And?" Stacy smiled. Trish shrugged again.

"Chris Jericho." She muttered under her breath.

"What was that? Chris Jericho! Wow.. you got over John pretty fast.." Trish turned and glared at Stacy.

"You know don't you?" Trish sighed. Stacy gave her a blank stare.

"I don't know what you're talking about.." Stacy grinned.

"Yes you do! Now who wants to know!"

"John!" Stacy blurted. Trish clenched her fist. Stacy covered her mouth. "BUT YOU DON'T KNOW! I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO MENTION NAMES!" Stacy cried. Trish shook her head.

"I'm not talking to him. He made an idiot of himself. And he was a complete jerk!" Stacy raised an eyebrow.

"Was it HIM who was a jerk? I think he made it pretty clear the other night he loved you, and you went on a date with someone else? I don't know Trish.. it seems kinda low to me.."

"Stacy. Shut up." Trish threw a pillow at her, knocking Stacy over.

"Are you TRYING to lose all of your best friends?" Stacy demanded. Trish stared.

"I have more than two best friends.."

"Well at the rate you're going, you're going to lose two of them. I'm just trying to help." Stacy said as she threw her hair into a quick ponytail.

"Just leave it. I don't need any help." Trish muttered, crawling into her bed.

"You sure?" Stacy offered.

"Positive. Good night." Trish turned the lights off.

"Night.." Stacy rolled over. Trish sat there, staring at the ceiling. Who DID she love? She couldn't stand fighting with John.. but he had been an Asshole.. right? Or was Stacy right? Was SHE the asshole? Trish squeezed her eyes tightly closed. What ever it was, her conscience or something. It kept her up all night.

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John silently opened the curtains and rushed down to breakfast, plopping at the first vacant table he saw. After sipping coffee, Dave sat next to him.

"What's with Trish?" Dave asked immediately.

"Hi to you too.." John mumbled. Dave raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well?"

"Well what.." John asked. Dave sighed.

"What's going on with Trish and you?" Dave asked again.

"I don't know..."

"Well did you talk to her?" Dave asked, biting into his bagel.

"I don't know." John repeated.

"Well you don't know much huh?" Dave chuckled.

"I just don't know anything anymore man.. was she leading me on?" Dave shrugged, spotting the blonde Canadian walking into the catering area.

"Hey Trish, come here!" Dave shouted. Trish smiled and began walking there until she spotted John. She stopped and turned.

"Trish.." Trish sighed and walked over, ignoring John.

"Hey Dave.."

"You remember John don't ya? I mean, you were best friends. Talk it out.." Dave suggested. Trish gave John a cold stare, waiting for him to start.

"I understand.. you never loved me.. never will.. you were drunk." John shrugged, sitting back. Trish slammed her fist on the table.

"Don't you EVER say that! And you didn't have to get Stacy to talk to me.." Trish shook her head slowly.

"I wasn't going to talk to you.. and huh?" John asked.

"Of course I loved you.. at a time. You were busy with Candice though to even look at me. I moved on, seeing you were fine without me."

"When I was with Candice? That was.. a while ago.."

"I know, I did my best not to cry so hard every time you kissed."

"You? Crying? Over me?" John laughed. "Highly doubt it. You don't need to lie to make me feel better. I couldn't have been any stupider."

"I was the stupid one John." Trish said, pulling out a chair and sitting. Dave smiled at the progress and continued to listen.

"How so?" Trish stared at John.

"Oh you know," She gave a small chuckle. "I thought.. it was too good to be true. So when Jericho asked me out.. I said yes.. to see if you'd noticed.. what you'd say.. it was immature." John nodded.

"Kinda was.." He laughed, giving her a friendly look. Trish stared at him again.

"I was trying to be nice! But you came back with YOUR immature come backs. John, you wondered why you couldn't get me? Now you know why. Think before you speak next time. I'm out of here." Trish stood up and stormed off. John stared after her, jaw hanging open.

"I knew it was too good to be true.."

"Dude, no need for sarcasm when she's making up for it." Dave shook his head and walked away. John slammed his head on the table. When would this fight with the girl of his dreams end? John breathed deeply. Not soon enough..