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John put the key card into the slot and turned the doorknob. RAW was over for the night, and it was time to talk to Torrie. He still was not sure how he was going to bring up the subject. Should he start off with, "I know this sounds crazy, but..." or maybe he should use the bandaid effect? Short and to the point. "Torrie, do you have feelings for me?"
Still thinking, he opened the door and held it for Torrie.
"I'm still so pissed at the Rock!" Torrie screeched, "God, he's such a scandalous bitch!"
John's dimples shown as he grinned. "Couldn't come up with your own insult, I see."
"Well, I liked the way that it sounded. Besides, you said it, so you should be flattered," she replied with a sheepish smile.
"All right, then. I am, I guess."
Torrie smiled slightly before sitting down on her bed. "So what's this big thing that we've got to talk about."
John's smile fell. He sighed and sat down next to her. "Tor, I know that I'm probably jumping to conclusions, but I...," he trailed off.
"Yes, John?" Torrie asked.
John watched as Torrie drummed her fingers on the comforter on the bed. Her emerald green eyes sparkled as she gazed at him.
And John knew.
Yet, there was something inside of him that prevented him from asking her about it. However, John wasn't stupid and he could tell that there was definitely something brewing in the gorgeous blond. He wasn't totally sure how he felt about it, either.
"John?'
John snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, sorry."
Torrie was getting very impatient. "John, what the hell is it?"
John sighed. "It's nothing really. I...I just wanted to say uh...ask about your...-" Fuck. He couldn't make any words come out at all.
"Shit, John!" Torrie shrieked, "You're starting to freak me out!"
"How's your personal life?" he blurted out.
She gave him a weird look. "Cena, are you okay?"
He nodded. "I'm fine. But you didn't answer the question, woman."
She rolled her eyes and chuckled, deciding to forget about John's weird actions. "It's fine, man."
"That's not what I meant," John replied with a smile, "when's the last time that you had a date?"
Torrie shrugged. "Like...the week before you came to visit."
John snorted. "Yeah, right. Torrie, I'm a little imperceptive, but I'm not outright stupid."
"I know that," Torrie retorted with a smile.
"And better yet, I'm your best friend. You can't hide anything from me," John said.
That's what you think, Torrie thought in her head, you don't know that I love you.
"So?" Torrie asked.
"So," John replied, "tell me the truth. When's the last time you had a date?"
Torrie swallowed hard. "Nick," she whispered softly.
John swallowed too, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I thought so."
"Why does this even matter?" Torrie asked, "What's the big freaking deal?"
"Torrie, why? You're so bright, so beautiful, so...classy. I know that you've been asked out, so why do you rejecting people?"
Torrie sighed. "Peter-and Nick-have both made me so unhappy. I never want to be that miserable again."
John shook his head. "Torrie, you can't base your entire life around those two jerk offs. You're bound to fall in love again."
Torrie refrained from rolling her eyes. "John, I could say the same damn thing about you. When are you going to date again?"
John folded his arms across his chest. "That's not fair. Elizabeth and I just started the divorce process. It's been years since Peter and Nick."
Torrie sighed.
"Torrie, there's got to be some other reasons. What are they?" John hoped that she didn't try to work her way out of it again.
Torrie said nothing.
"What is it?" John asked, arms still folded, "You're not worming your way out of it either, so you might as well start talking."
Torrie exhaled long and deeply. "I-I'm...I'm holding out for someone else," she said disconcertingly.
"Who are you holding out for?" John asked with a frown.
Torrie shook head. "It doesn't matter."
Smiling, John said, "It matters to me."
Torrie shook her head. "He doesn't feel the same way, John. It's a lost cause."
"Are you sure about that?"
"I'm positive," he replied.
"No," Torrie replied.
John then decided to confront her about the notebook's picture and her saying that she loved him. "Torrie, don't freak out on me, okay?"
Torrie frowned. "Why would I freak out on you?"
"Because," he replied, "I've-I've found-and heard some stuff that's...that's led me to believe that...," he trailed off.
"That what?" Torrie asked, clearly confused.
John sighed. "Torrie, yesterday, uh, I found this, this notebook on your coffee table."
"O-kay," Torrie replied, stretching and separating the syllables.
"It had this...heart on it. And in the heart there were letters. And the letters were T and J."
"Okay," Torrie mentally slapped herself. How could she have been so damn stupid?
"Okay? That's all that you can say? Fuck, Torrie! Is that not a coincidence?"
"No...," Torrie trailed off.
"T, Torrie! J, John!" Torrie sighed. "John, stop shouting, please. And the T and the J do not mean Torrie and John."
John shook his head. "Well, Torrie, what the hell can they possibly mean?"
"T-Taylor and Joe!" Torrie stammered.
John frowned in confusion. "Taylor and Joe?"
"Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas...I-I loved them together," she spluttered.
John groaned and put his head in his hand. "First of all, you hate Taylor Swift with a passion. Second of all, you lost interest in the Jonas Brothers a long time ago."
Right, John was her best friend. Truly, she couldn't hide anything from her.
"John, why would you think that I'd draw a heart with our initials them? Well, you know, signifying love?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," John snapped.
"I-"
"And it's not only that," John softened, "last night, I heard you tell me that you love me."
Torrie's heart sank; he knew. "John, of course I love you. You're my very best friend in the world. I don't hate you."
John shrugged. "I'm just stating the facts. You said that you're holding out for someone that doesn't feel the same way, right?"
Torrie nodded. "But it's not you."
Then she stood up.
"Where are you going?" John asked.
"To shower," she replied, "you're really pissing me off with all of this assuming. John, I love you, but not in that way. You've got to understand that."
"Torrie, wait," he reached out for her arm.
She pulled away. "Whatever it is," she replied, "it can wait."
John's heart did a flip-flop as he watched her walk away. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he had been positive that Torrie was in love with him. Just positive! And now she was denying it like a compulsive-lying criminal. Actually, for some reason, he had secretly been hoping that it was true.
What the hell was wrong with John Cena?
Sorry that it's short, guys, but if I would have kept going, I would have wrote about them getting together, and I've got so much more planned before that happens, lol. So, I read Big Apple Takedown. John was barely in it, but it really hinted that he and Torrie were together, so I was happy. Overall, it was kind of The Marine. God, it's so freaking good! I keep picturing Kate as Torrie Wilson, instead of Kelly Carlson, ha, ha. I guess I've been reading and writing too much Jorrie fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoyed! :D