Interstate

Summary: Best friends, Randy Orton and John Cena are forced to drive thousands of miles from New York to L.A. with two WWE talents. Little do they know that these two people could cause an unlimited supply of drama and surprises. Randy – Stacy. John – Trish.

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Chapter 2

Devil-May-Care

No fucking way was the expression that kept repeating itself over and over and over in Stacy Keibler's head. She couldn't stand a solitary second with that bastard let alone a five-day trip! She felt like crying but she wasn't sure if it was because of all the rage inside her or because of misery. Either way she would not show him any weaknesses so she wiped off any tears that could've fallen and turned away from his cold stare. Asshole.

"How you doing, Miss?" The bartender flirted back. Trish smiled flirtatiously and so did the Italian-American stud. "I'm doing fine. How 'bout you?" She poked a lazy finger to his chest. He grinned, "I'm kind of lonely but after tonight I don't think I will be. If you know what I mean." Trish giggle, totally not getting what he meant by that. "So what's your name Mr. Bartender?" Trish leaned in closer. He swung a towel over his shoulders and winked. "Maybe later I'll tell ya, Trish…" Trish was surprised. How'd he know my name? Stupid question, which consequently proves the blonde Canadian was d-r-u-n-k.

John couldn't help but smile. He knew the history between the two younger ones and he couldn't help but imagine what 'fun' they would have in the same vehicle. They were still in the same position- the two. He turned to Trish, blonde, curvaceous and beautiful. Stacy was too, she just wasn't his type. He cringed when he saw her lean in closer to the bartender. The dark-haired man winked at her and Trish's lips formed a smile. He only wished he could've made that happen.

Fuck! Crappy shit. Who does that jackass bastard think he is, putting me with this bitch? Damn it. He finally stopped grumbling when he saw her wipe her eyes and turn away. She started everything that caused all this hatred in the first place. It would've never even happened if she just let it go. Instead she had to bear a life's worthy of grudges on him! Randy couldn't just stand there and take all the verbal abuse and detestation she poured out on him. He did something about it. He reciprocated the feelings and now you see where that's brought them. Bitch.

"Our ride's here." Stacy told her best friend. Trish was drunk but she was still sane enough to see that Stacy was not all right. "Stace, something wrong?" Trish asked. She still didn't know who the other two were. Stacy gave her pathetic smile, "Why don't you go take a look." She pointed to the two men. Trish saw John and beside him was Stacy's adversary, Randy Orton. She looked at Stacy. She seemed more distraught than furious. Trish hugged her and from the corner of her eye she saw Randy and he had this look on his face. It was the same one Stacy had.

"Hi," John stuck out his hand for Trish to shake. Trish chuckled, "John Cena, I know you. We don't have to go through this dumb formality." John shook his head in agreement, "Of course," Trish glanced at Randy. He looked tense. He had his hands in the pockets of his Akademiks jeans and he was staring down at the floor. He looked so broody. Trish, who was holding Stacy's hand, turned her attention to the tall blonde. She had the other hand in the pocket of her Wrangler boot-cut jeans and she was staring at the floor as well. Or was she staring at her BCBG stilettos? Trish so wanted to borrow those.

She grinned, how could these two hate each other's guts so much and yet act the same way? John nudged his best friend, to kind of wake him up. "Huh," he looked up to see John with a silly expression on his face. He rolled his eyes before he smiled at Trish. Then he went back to the floor. Trish whispered in Stacy's ear, "Say hi- even to John." Stacy looked up, "Hi," and she went back down. Trish and John shook their heads at the two's absurdity.

"We should be going." John said. Trish and John began to move but the two were stationed at their positions. "I said we should be going." He said, this time louder. Randy moved ahead of the pact as John followed behind the two blondes. Randy didn't bother to wait for the doorman to open the doors. He pushed it himself. He looked at the driveway of the hotel- no Mustang. "Where the fuck is my car?" Randy cursed, asking the valet boy. The scrawny five-foot five valet was trembling in fear as Randy cornered him to the wall. "I said, where in God's name did you put my car?" This time he attracted quite a lot of attention. John pulled him back and asked the kid nicely, "Where'd you put the Mustang?" He breathed in and out several times before answering, "My boss would've fired me if I left the car on the lane so I had to do something." He replied quickly. "So you don't think you'll get fired for stealing my car?" Randy asked sarcastically. "No Mr. Randy Orton sir," He said. A smirk formed at the corner of the third generation wrestler's lips. "I'm sorry sir but I had to hotwire your car so I can take it to the parking lot." Randy cursed repeatedly. John covered his face with his hands and Trish and Stacy were trying to take in all that was happening. "You're lucky I'm in a hurry. I could just go in there and tell your boss about this." Randy warned, shoving the little guy to the wall. "I'll go get your car sir." Randy was outraged. "Are you out of your mind? You hotwired my car and now you expect me to give you my keys and drive it back here. No fucking way!"

The valet retreated back to his post as Randy began to walk to the side of the hotel. He turned around, seeing that the three were still standing there. "What?" John answered, "We're walking?" Randy looked up at the sky, knocked for six that someone could ask such a daft question. "What part of I'm not giving you my keys did you not understand?" John shook his head. Randy could be a non-stop jackass at times. This was no exemption.

John helped the girls with their suitcases as Randy talked to Eric through his cell phone. "What the fuck is this, Eric? Some conspiracy to get me and Keibler to be friends?" Randy shot at Eric once he answered his phone. "Calm down Randy. It's not a conspiracy. The four of you just happened to break the rules at the same night." Eric replied. Randy closed his eyes and looked up at the car's roof. "Eric, please. Don't do this. You know our history." There was silence. Eric almost felt repentant for him but he knew it was the only likelihood they had to get the two to survive in each other's presence. "I'm sorry." Randy threw his phone on to the dashboard and leaned back. I hate this. God, I hate this.

John was the last to step into the car. He looked back before Randy started the car. Stacy was behind him, looking outside the window. It started to rain a second later. Trish was behind Randy. She noticed him and mouthed a, 'hi'. Last, his best friend, he was trying to start the car regardless of all the wires hanging off below the dashboard. Finally, it started.

Trish picked at a pink stain on her baby blue long sleeved top when she inadvertently tried to start a conversation. "So are we like doing our own laundry?" John chuckled. "Only if we run out of clothes," Trish looked at the back of John's head, "But even if we don't run out of clothes we still have to clean our old ones don't we?" John thought about it. Randy ignored it and Stacy was lost in her own world to even know what they were talking about. "Yeah but we have room service to do that for us." Trish shook her head, "But we're constantly on the go, remember?" John smiled, "Oh yeah. Why were you asking anyway?" Trish frowned. "Because I've never really washed-washed my clothes before," John laughed and Trish glared at him. "How can you not wash your clothes?" John asked. "Ever since I was a baby we always had a housekeeper to do that for us." John continued, "And now that you're older." She grimaced. "I got myself a housekeeper." John broke out into hysterics.

Stacy stared out the window but she wasn't looking for anything in particular. All she was looking at was the droplets of rain that continued to slither down the glass. She continued this until they stopped at a building. She looked at the two men in front. "Why'd we stop at your place?" John told Randy. "I need to get some things." He told John, "You guys can come up too in case you need to use the bathroom or something." He told the girls, predominantly Trish.

Randy's penthouse was at the top floor of a posh structure down in Madison Avenue. They took the elevator to the top and directly stepped into his two-story suite. John had been here several times so he knew the way to the kitchen- to make a sandwich for himself. Randy showed Trish the bathroom as Stacy sat on his modern couch. Randy climbed the stairs to his room, looking for what he needed. He stuffed his silver iPod Mini, digital camera, video camera, laptop and a few CDs into a messenger bag. He was on his way down the stairs when he saw Stacy, sitting on his couch. She was looking around- maybe trying to scrutinize the space. Randy was proud of his loft. After all he designed it himself. He was on the bottom step when she saw her picture on the side table. She covered her mouth. Stacy could not believe that after seven months her portrait was still there for everyone to see. Randy saw this and walked up to her. He took the picture and immediately lodged it in the drawer.

"You're just going to put her in there?" Stacy practically bawled. Randy's eyes shot up. "Are you kidding me?" Randy asked alarmed. Stacy enclosed her face in her hands and stood up, "You never cared did you? You son of a bitch!" Stacy screamed. John and Trish ran to the living room. John held Randy back before he could hurt her. Honestly, Randy had no plans of hurting her physically- maybe verbally. "Stacy, what the hell is going on?" Trish asked, wiping the mascara stains on Stacy's cheeks. "He doesn't care!" Stacy cried. Randy shook his head in dispute. "You don't know me, Keibler. You never have so you can't make these fucked up judgments." Randy told the blonde diva.

"Oh, I know you very well. You're a deceitful bastard. That's what you are!"

Randy rolled his eyes. If only she knew.

"How can you keep the picture after all these months?"

"I don't have to answer that, Stacy."

Stacy shook her head. The tears were streaming feverishly down her beautiful face. Stacy took her bag and stormed off the apartment. She pressed the elevator button to the bottom floor before she dialed Eric's number. "Stacy?" Eric asked groggily. It was almost 2AM and on a typical day there weren't calls like this. "What were you thinking putting me in this situation? Obviously, you weren't thinking of my feelings when it comes to Randy Orton. How can you be such an inconsiderate jerk?" Stacy rambled on and on. Eric rubbed his forehead and told her, "I thought of that but I know that this is the opportunity for you, kids, to go past your differences and whatever happened to cause this hostility between you and Randy." Stacy was sick to her stomach. There was no chance in hell she would ever forgive him. She stuffed the phone in her bag without saying good-bye.

Stacy waited for only a few seconds before the elevator doors opened. Inside were the three of them. Randy completely overlooked her and walked straight outside. "Look, Stacy, I'm apologizing… for him." John spoke softly. Stacy understood what John was trying to do. She wasn't indebted however she tried to be nice. "You don't have to worry about it, John. Our issues are our issues."

Everything was quiet for the next few minutes; except for the cabs outside, but even that seemed like a silent film. They finally reached Jersey City when John spoke up, "I don't know about you, but I am star-ving!" There was no reply. John sulked back down and was about to pop his iPod phones in when Trish conclusively replied, "Yeah me too. Randy do you mind stopping by some place where we can eat?" Randy shook his head in affirmation.

They looked for place to eat but everything was closed. Traffic started to pick up after a while and the drivers were all eager to get to where they were headed. A Ford pick-up swerved past their car and Randy became aggravated. He began to go almost a 100mph, veering off other cars to chase the jackass who was driving the Ford. He finally caught up to him and flashed him the finger. "Randy, quit it!" John roared, taking control of the steering wheel. "Would you relax? The job's done." Randy smirked, clearly pompous of his triumph. "You could've gotten us killed!" With that sentence from John Stacy sat up and looked right at Randy's eyes through the rearview mirror. They didn't blink. They just sat there burning holes in each other's eyes.

It took about an hour to find a 24-hour diner in Newark. They stepped out of the car and before Randy could follow the girls inside John pulled him back. "What was that for?" Randy asked, rubbing his right bicep. "For being reckless," John answered. "You of all people know I'm an out of control bastard. Even Keibler knows it," Randy sneered. John rolled his eyes, "Out of control: yes. Bastard: even I know you're not one." Randy smiled and gave his best friend a hug. He wiped the fake tears and said, "Wow, I'm so touched." – cynicism, of course.

"Just take care of yourself… and your passengers. You don't want to scare Stacy." John said seriously. "How'd you know? Maybe I'm that ruthless." Randy replied. "Because you would never try to hurt her… that way at least," John told him. Randy smiled faintly. "Hey, is that a smile?" John asked, punching Randy's bad shoulder. "No you didn't," Randy exclaimed chasing John around the car.

"Would you look at them." Trish told Stacy. The Canadian was amused. They were both in their twenties but the fact that they were running around a car for almost five minutes now, was pretty immature. But nonetheless, it was side-splitting. Trish chuckled as Stacy concentrated on destroying the red plastic straw. "Stace, would you try being friends with Randy if my life depended on it?" Trish asked. There was no answer. "Hey Ms. Buzzkill," Stacy dropped the straw on the floor and turned to Trish. "Why would your life depend on it?"

"Let's just say that's the way it is." Trish answered.

"Look, I don't want to answer these ludicrous questions."

"Would you stop brooding over what happened earlier."

Stacy rolled her eyes.

"You know, you and Orton are perfect for each other."

Stacy shot up. "What?"

"It's just that you two are so broody. Maybe you could brood together."

"Shut up." Stacy finished.

"Trish, what happened to all that alcohol in your system?" John asked, almost flirtatiously. "It all disappeared when I used your bathroom." She told Randy. "You gagged in my bathroom?" Randy grimaced. Trish smirked, "Correction, your guest bathroom." Randy shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You're cleaning it up when we get back." Stacy giggled. She tried to take it back when the table grew voiceless. Randy, in particular, was quite surprised to hear a reaction from her. "What's so funny?" Trish asked. Stacy disregarded Randy, "The thought of you cleaning a toilet," The table filled up with laughs. And for a second there I thought I saw the Brady Bunch.

AN: How was that? Thanks so much for the reviews. I really appreciate them.

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