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 3

Invisible

They quieted down when an endearing brunette stopped at their table. "Hi my name's Shannon. Can I take your… order?" She said in between a yawn. They all felt a bit of sympathy for her. Who wouldn't? She was probably working her way through college via this midnight job. "Yeah, I'll have your Super Duper cheeseburger meal and throw in some extra fries." John told her. Trish eyed him, "You're eating all that?" John cocked his head to the side, "Hey woman, I'm a big man."

After their orders they resumed to their earlier discussion. "I," Randy and Stacy said at the same time. They both kept quiet. Sure, they could have fun with John and Trish but they weren't letting themselves take pleasure in each other's company. No chance in hell.

"So Trish what club were you in Sunday night?" John asked, gazing at the blonde Canadian across him. "The one near Darien, what was it?" She asked Stacy. "The Illuminati," She plainly replied. She didn't want to engage in their conversation even if Randy wasn't paying any interest to it either. She was enjoying their company the last few minutes but what happened in his apartment was still very vivid in her head. "Seriously, that's where Randy and I partied." Trish's eyes widened, "How come we didn't see you?" John shook his head, "I forgot, we were at the Illuminati until Randy, here, decided to head back with this redhead." It didn't take a second for Randy to look John directly in the eye. "Whoops, that was kind of a secret." John tried to apologize but Randy wasn't interested. Instead he looked at the wall clock.

"Why's it a secret, Rand?" Trish asked. Randy lazily turned to Trish, "Because it turns out the chick was sixteen." Trish's jaw fell to the floor and even Stacy was fervent to hear about it. Of course, she'd never show him that she was fascinated. "You don't want to hear about it, trust me." Randy said, forming a little grin at the corner of his lips. "Yes we do." Trish said, nudging Stacy. Stacy looked at her with a dead expression on her face. "Come on, Stacy, he won't tell us unless you tell him you're interested." Stacy stuck her tongue out at Trish. "I'm not interested." She turned to Randy, making eye contact with him. "Well, now I'm thrilled to tell you about it." Randy leaned forward, smirking at her. "The intensity's killing me," John commented. "Shut up," they both said in unison. Trish and John's eyes widened. They never ceased to amaze them.

"John was driving while I was making out with this girl. Her name was…" Randy tried remembering her name, "What was her name?" He asked John. "Jessica," John answered. "Anyway, so I was making out with her in the back seat when there was this futile sobriety test. They asked John to step out of the car and since the officer saw us kissing in the back seat he told us to get out as well. We did the test and John and I passed even if we had a few ten or so beers. The girl failed. Actually, failure's an understatement. She could barely stand on her two legs. When the cop asked for her ID she gave her school ID. It turns out she's a High School junior." Randy told them. "So what did the police say about you making out with a minor?" Trish asked, totally fascinated. A cocky grin showed up on his face, "I told the guy that I'm eighteen and the jackass believed me. He also believed me when I said that John was Jessica's brother and I called him up when I found her drunk at a dumb high school party. So I gave him this fake address and he said he'll send some of his men over there. Crap like that. And he also believed me when I told him that my father works at the police department and that when my dad heard of his exceptional job he'd give you one hell of a raise. That guy was eating off the palm of my hand." Randy said pompously. "You really are a jerk aren't you!"

Stacy stepped inside the car. Randy wasn't really an immoral guy with the whole experience but he did lie to that cop. 'I guess he respected the girl enough not to take advantage of her.' Stacy thought, 'that was the only good thing he did though.' Her feet were killing her. She was taking off her stilettos when she saw a wallet on the driver's side of the floor. She picked up the black leather wallet and was about to open it when she saw the waitress knocking on the door.

She stepped outside and asked Shannon what she wanted. "The blonde woman with the fake boobs told me to call you. Your food's getting cold." Stacy chuckled and made her way to the diner. She turned around, "Aren't you coming?" Shannon shook her head, "It's my break." She lit a cigarette and began blowing puffs of smoke in the humid air. Stacy pulled her hair into a ponytail, letting the sweat at the back of her neck evaporate. It was a hot night.

"Trish, don't you feel hot?" Stacy asked once she got back. "Yeah," Trish replied. John was busy with his food but Randy was listening. "Do you want me to turn the air conditioner on?" He asked Trish. Trish nodded and he made his way to the switch. "Hold on there," Shannon said. She had a cigarette in between her fingers. "That piece of shit doesn't work." Randy hissed. "Shouldn't you be watching your language? Maybe, keeping the nicotine outside," Randy suggested. "What are you trying to say, pretty boy?" She blew a puff of smoke at his face. Randy closed his eyes and grinned. "Wouldn't want your boss to fire you," Randy replied with a smart-ass look on his face. "I don't think that would happen." Shannon said. Randy smirked. "Don't give me that, pretty boy. I won't get fired because I'm the only one firing people around here." Randy cocked his head to the side and grinned, "So you're telling me you're the boss? How old are you anyways?" Shannon smiled. She was having fun with the hunk. "Old enough to inherit my father's business," She told him. She moved in closer and placed her hand at the knob. She turned the thermostat to the coldest possible and warned him, "You should wear a jacket." Randy shook his head in incongruity. "I can handle the cold. I mean, I can handle you." She beamed, "Surprise, surprise. The pretty boy's a flirt." Randy chuckled. "Too bad, this babe's married." She showed her hand- a wedding band on her ring finger. Randy shook his head and smiled. "Unbelievable,"

Randy sat back down and once his ass touched the economical leather seat the garrulous twosome began the interrogation. John shook his head in mock disappointment. "Randy, Randy, Randy, first a minor. Now, a married woman?" John said. Trish snickered, "Fornication and adultery." She added. Randy whacked the back of his best friend's head. "Do you want to drive the 'Stang?" Randy asked, lowering his head to the side. John nodded. "Then stop it." John agreed. Teasing his best friend was not worth missing out on that hot piece of metal.

John had ordered another Super Duper Burger and Trish was playfully teasing him about it when his phone rang. "Hello,"

"Hi," a woman's voice acknowledged.

"What's up?" John asked. He knew who he was talking to. The table was silent; as if listening to John's side of the conversation.

"I heard Eric punished you for your extended happy hour with Randy."

John sniggered uneasily.

"Don't worry; I'm not mad about it. Besides, I know you'll behave."

John smiled, "You know me so well."

"Well, have fun."

"Thanks,"

"I love you," She told him softly.

John looked at the girl across him and frowned. "You too,"

He hung up and retreated back to his food without saying a word. "John, who was that on the phone?" Trish asked. John glanced at Randy. He knew who was on the phone with him. He had a blank expression on his face. "Nobody, just my mom." He lied, biting his burger. Randy turned to John when Trish wasn't looking. John shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "Not now,"

Why's it so hard to tell Trish the truth? It's not like I have feelings for her. I love someone else. I can't love Trish. That's completely absurd. I mean, I hardly even know her. If I'm supposed to believe all these things then why is the love of my life… invisible?

Author's Note:

I'm so sorry for the long wait. We didn't have internet for a really long time plus I was busy with school and all. But be happy coz I've got the third chapter for you guys and hopefully the reviews will keep on coming.

TrishStratusfan2007: Thank you. You are awesome. Electra54 I can't make any promises on how long it'll take me to update but I promise I'll continue this story. RKOSMK: Yup, loved that last line too. TrishOrton: Stacy's innocent. Some things are just messed up with their lives. You'll find out soon... The suspense is killing me! RKOandLEGS : Thank you. You are amazing. Brittany: No, you rock. But we can be rockstars together! HA! RKOandSMK4eva And ISO did update :)Brittany: Thanks and sorry for the long wait. 101mizzpoet101: that must be the most kickass review ever. Thank you thank you thank you!and thanks for offering a hand.:) JohnCenasGirl4Eva:Thank you. Love the words: Hip Rock'in. Trishrocks: nice updates coming soon...

pianogal I'll make you love Stacy. Some awesome stuff are gonna happen soon so just wait ans see/read.

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