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Their plane landed in Dallas at nine-thirty at night. Torrie was still very exhausted and John had to practically drag her through the baggage claim.

"I'm too sleepy to carry my junk!" Torrie whined.

"You shouldn't have brought so much stuff, then," was John's reply.

"But I have to have stuff," Torrie whimpered dramatically.

"As do I," John said, "but I don't need all of this crap."

"It's not crap," Torrie argued, "it's the bare necessities." Torrie folded her arms.

John thought that Torrie looked annoyingly adorable with her complaining.

Then she smiled, "Oh whatever. Let's just get my stuff and go to the hotel."

John chuckled. "Okay."

Helping Torrie get her luggage, John shuffled through the baggage claim.

Unbeknownst to both Torrie and John, two of their friends were watching the best pals.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Kelly Kelly asked her boyfriend, Brock Johnson.

"You're thinking about Kentucky Fried Chicken, too?" he asked, shocked.

Kelly laughed and slapped his arm. "No dummy, I'm thinking that Torrie and John are adorable together."

"They're together?" Brock asked.

Kelly rolled her eyes. "No, but they could be. They just need some encouragement."

Brock groaned. "Kel, I'm not good at stuff like that. I trip over my words and get tongue-tied, and-"

"He's one of your best friends, Brock. It can't be that hard, can it?"

"Yes."

Kelly pouted. "Please, Brocky? For me?"

"Don't do that!" Brock shut his eyes.

"Fine, I stopped," Kelly lied.

Brock cautiously opened one eye and glanced at Kelly's puppy dog look. "Okay, okay, I'll do it! Jeez, just stop doing it that! It fucking kills me!"

Kelly giggled. "Thank you."

"It's gonna cost you, you know," Brock said, putting his arm around her.

"Really now?" Kelly asked, hugging him.

"Yes," Brock replied.

"And just what might that be?" Kelly asked coyly.

"I don't know," Brock said, "but you're going to have to come up to my hotel room to find out" He smirked.

Kelly giggled. "Okay then."

At the hotel, John was explaining the room situation to Torrie. "So, I called the hotel and they said that they were out of one bed rooms, so I switched and got us a two bed room."

"Okay," Torrie replied, "you're not that bad of a roommate, I guess," she leered.

"Not that bad?" John pretended to be appalled, "Torrie, I am the greatest roommate who has ever lived!"

"Whatever," Torrie replied, "what floor are we on?"

"Fifth," he replied, "room two-oh-nine."

"All right," Torrie said.

She and John got into the elevator and she pressed the button for the fifth floor. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling was grey and the lighting was dim. Torrie really disliked elevators. They were just too cramped and she was always afraid that they'd break down while she was in them. Plus, there were way too many kiss scenes in movies in elevators. Who wanted to kiss someone in an elevator, anyway?

Me, Torrie admitted to herself. If it was John that she was kissing, well, she didn't give a damn where it was. Torrie thought about what it would be like to kiss John often. To feel his lips on hers, showing how much they loved each other. Yeah, it was one of her many fantasies. Torrie imagined that John was gentle at best. How she wanted to know!

Yet, that wasn't going to happen, was it? No, John was just now getting divorced. Elizabeth had been the love of his life; he wasn't going to want anyone else, at least not for a long time. And if he did, it would be one night stands or small affairs, and Torrie swore she'd never be one of those.

But Torrie knew that if she got one chance with John, she'd take it, no matter what it was. She loved him enough to be used by him, and she probably wouldn't care.

The elevator dinged and let the best friends out. As they exited, an elderly couple entered, holding hands. When the doors closed, Torrie said, "Aww!"

John gave her a funny look. "What is it?"

Still walking, Torrie placed her hand on her hip. "Did you not see that adorable old couple?"

John nodded. "Yeah, I saw them. But I don't know what was so damn cute about them."

Torrie shrugged. "I just find old couples cute. I mean, they may not have been together whole lives, but I bet they were. Don't you wonder what they were like when they were younger, John?"

John looked at Torrie's sparkling green eyes. They were practically spewing adoration for the couple. He smiled to himself. Another thing he loved about Torrie was that it didn't take much to make her happy. She was a generally happy person, though. "I never have, but maybe from now on, I will."

Torrie grinned at John's back as he opened the door to their hotel room. She loved him for him, sure, but God did she love his body. The man oozed sexy. His muscles were perfectly chiseled and everything was proportioned correctly. She liked his marine style haircut, but wished it was a little longer and his ears were a bit small. Those were flaws that she could definitely handle, though. She couldn't, however, decide what her favorite physical feature of his was. She loved his sapphire colored eyes, but she also loved his dimples. And not to forget his well-defined muscles.

"Well, here it is," John announced, opening the door to the room.

The room was pretty generic: light blue walls, cream colored carpeting, white sheets, red comforters.

Torrie sat her bags beside the bed farthest from the door.

"What if I wanted that one?" John asked.

Torrie shook her head. "No, no. If someone breaks in, they'll get to you first. And since you're the WWE champion, I doubt they'd mess with you too much."

John grinned, his dimples that Torrie loved so much showing, "I guess you're right. You wanna shower first? I promise I won't come in."

Torrie narrowed her eyes at him. "Thought we agreed to forget about that, Cena? Sure, I'll shower first, but I'm gonna lock the door."

"Fine," John said, sighing, but he smiled.

When Torrie was in the bathroom, John flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. The WWE champion could not for the life of him get that drawing out of his head. Why would that be in Torrie's house? Did she know another J? Was he the J? Was she the T? Or had she written it? Maybe, Randy and Stacy had done it. Maybe, it was just a prank.

And maybe it wasn't.

If Torrie did like him that way, would it be so awful? Yes, that's what John thought at first. Not only did John just file for divorce, but Torrie was his best friend for Chrissake. Besides, he didn't have feelings for Torrie. He did love her, but a sister.

The more he laid there and thought, though, John's thoughts drifted to the plane ride. When Torrie had fallen asleep, his heart had pounded, no actually, it had crashed against his ribcage. John did feel different around Torrie...but it wasn't anything more than a deep, deep connection; a friendship.

He and Torrie were soul mates, but they weren't and probably would never be lovers.

John's eyes closed slowly and he dreamed. Dreamed and dreamed, back to what had happened that had totally sealed their friendship forever.

It was a while back, yes. So far back that he couldn't remember what the year was. He was off for Christmas and he and Elizabeth were going to Aspen to go skiing with her family. It was before they had gotten married.

"I'm so excited!" Liz said, lacing her fingers through his.

John gripped her hand and murmured his agree.

As they went through the line, his phone (back then it was a Blackberry) rang. Glancing at it, he saw that it was his best friend, Torrie Wilson. Originally, he had decided not to answer any calls, but he hadn't heard from Torrie in a long time. "Torrie?" he answered.

"J-John," it came out as a whisper.

"What is it?" John asked, "Torrie, are you all right?"

All John could hear on the other end was a muffled crying.

"Torrie, what's the matter?" John yelled, worried now.

"P-Peter left me. He left me, John! I've got no one!" Her voice broke and she started to cry.

"I'll be there as soon as I can!" John shoved his phone into his pocket and turned to Elizabeth.

She smiled brightly at him.

God this is gonna be hard he thought to himself, "Liz, I've got something to tell you."

"What is it, babe?"

He sighed and shut his eyes. "I can't come with you to Aspen. I'm sorry, but there's an emergency."

Her mouth gaped. "I-is it your dad? Your mom? One of your brothers? Should I come with you?"

He shook his head. "No, everything's going to be fine. It's just one of my best friends. And they're going to be okay, I just need to go check on them. I'll come up when I'm sure they are okay."

Elizabeth swallowed and cursed in her head. "O-okay, John. I hope your friend feels better."

He leaned over and kissed her. "Thanks so much. I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too."

As he walked off, Liz said, "I guess I'm going to Aspen alone." Then she snorted. "Friend my ass. Wonder what his little whore is like?"

Elizabeth was wrong, though. She had no idea what John's friend was going through. Torrie was scrunched up in a corner of she and Peter's mansion. Tears were streaming down her face as the same thing swirled in her head.

I'm useless.

I'm awful.

I'm unlovable.

I'm a terrible person.

She held her head in her hands as her palms grew moist. Why? Why did he leave her? What had she done wrong? And now, she was going to have to spend Christmas, her savior's birthday alone.

And suddenly, there was a knock at the door. If she could have gotten up to answer it, she would have, but her feet were planted firmly to the floor.

"Torrie! Torrie! Open the door or I'm breaking it down!"

Torrie did not get up to answer the door, but she did hear a huge crack as her front door creaked open. Then, she saw her best friend, and the man she loved come toward her. She stared at his white tennis shoes as he knelt down beside her.

"Torrie, it's me. It's John."

Torrie blinked as John put his arms around her. "Torrie, he's an idiot. If he left you, he has the common sense of a worm."

"John," she managed to say, "what's wrong with me? Why would he leave me?"

He kissed the top of Torrie's head and closed his eyes. "If only I knew, Torrie. All I can think of is that he's incredibly stupid. I'm so sorry that this had to happen to you."

For what seemed like (and probably was) hours, John sat with Torrie and dried her tears. He told her that she was worth so much more than she thought and that Peter wasn't worth her tears. He didn't deserve to be cried over and she didn't deserve to be this upset. John listened to every negative thing she said, and then backed it up with a positive and he didn't stop until she fell asleep on the living room sofa, with John's arm around her. And although his arm grew numb and achy, he didn't dare move because Torrie looked like an angel, and he didn't want to disturb her peaceful slumber. The next morning, he made Torrie hot chocolate and listened some more.

And that was the night that Torrie Wilson discovered that she was deeply in love with her best friend.

John Cena.

I couldn't really figure out what to put in this, so I decided to put in a lot of description, and a flashback from more of John's point of view. I haven't done a lot of John's feelings, so I did this. Well, I'm going to my friends tonight, so I don't know when I'll update next. Until next time, and thanks for reading! :D