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 4
Desire and Tears
They all finished and walked outside. But before he stepped out with the rest Randy walked up to Shannon, "Need some loving," Shannon smirked. Randy rolled his eyes. "Actually, I was wondering if you have some beer in the back."
"As far as I know, you were driving earlier."
"So you were checking me out."
"You wish." She scoffed, "It just so happens that it's the wee hours of the morning and strangely I have customers."
"About the beer,"
"I wouldn't want to see your name in the obituaries."
"Don't worry. I can handle my liquor. Plus, if things get out of hand my friend will drive for me." Randy explained arrogantly.
"I'll sell you a six-pack for twenty bucks." She held out her hand.
Randy reached into his pocket and retrieved his last bill. "The beer…"
Shannon walked into the back and came out a minute later with six cans of Budweiser. "I'm more of a Miller guy." Randy grinned. She shook her head, "Same consequences, pretty boy."
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"I need to go to the bathroom." Trish informed and walked back into the diner. John watched her and turned to Stacy. "So Stacy, things are getting better." John struck up. Stacy furrowed her perfect brows, "If you call resentment and antagonism 'better' then I guess you're right." She answered mockingly. John leaned on the hood of the car, "What I'm trying to say is… to try and cope with the guy. I know you hate each other and I'm not asking you to be friends. I just want this to be more comfortable- more peaceful." John elucidated with a hopeful look in his blue eyes. "I can't make any promises." She tried her best to fulfill John's request. "You're not doing it for Randy. You don't even have to do it for me. Do it for Trish. She seems to really like the idea of this road trip." John was honest. He really did care for Trish's feelings. There was silence for a few seconds. "You like her don't you." Stacy half-asked, half-declared. His cheeks flushed, "You mean Trish." He grinned. "Who else… unless, you like me." Stacy joked. "Well no. I mean, yeah. You're great and all but I…" John explained hesitantly. "It's okay. Just promise me you won't hurt her." John nodded, "I like Trish but not in an 'I want to start a relationship with you' way." John answered unsurely. Stacy smirked. Of course he likes her.
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"Trish, where're you going?" Randy asked, seeing Trish back inside the diner. "To the bathroom-" She stopped when she saw the six-pack in his hands. "You didn't go to the bathroom did you?" She added. "Uh, no. But, I was going to drink them when we're at the hotel." Randy tried to explain. "Did you seriously think we wouldn't find out?" Randy shook his head, "I was going to keep it in a plastic bag in the trunk." Trish stared down at the floor before she met with his eyes. "It's because of Stacy isn't it?" She asked. Randy bit his bottom lip, "I know she's your best friend and she's probably told you the worst things about me but I think I have the right-"
"To get drunk so that you can drown all your problems away." Trish interrupted.
"No. She doesn't know the story."
"Of course she does."
"She doesn't know all of it. You have to believe me." Randy was almost in tears. He just missed her so much and he knew Stacy did too but only two people knew the truth and Randy was one of them. Stacy wasn't.
"Randy, Stacy-"
"Please Trish, can we drop this. I don't know what Stacy's told you but I can assure you that-" He couldn't continue.
"That what," There was concern in Trish's voice. She knew how much he loved her.
"It's better that she doesn't know."
If ever Randy was honest Trish wanted to know what really happened that fateful night, but she respected Randy's decision. "I respect that, Randy. But if you are sincere you'd let her know. She deserves it."
Randy bit his bottom lip- a sign of angst. "I… I can't." a tear fell down his cheek. Trish pulled him into a long hug, constantly assuring him that it was going to be fine. And from the distance a pair of jealous eyes was fixated on the two.
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Trish stepped out of the bar as Randy followed with the six beers hidden behind his back. He went to the back of the car and slipped it in beside his duffel bag. "Randy," John's voice nearly scared him to death. He panted, "You scared me, man." John cocked his head to the side. "It's nothing, so should we get going?" Randy averted the subject. "I'm not stupid. You're hiding something from me." John said. He was serious. Randy noticed it was unlike John to be so serious. "Come on, Rand. Open the trunk." John ordered. Randy was about to stick the key in when John's phone rang.
"Hey," He said.
"Hi John. I just wanted to tell you good night… I mean, good morning." She giggled.
"You too," John replied insipidly.
"You must be sleepy, hun."
"Uh-huh," John glanced at Trish and realized what a jackass he was. She deserved to know there were women with them. Plus, it's not like he has feelings for any of them. "Hun, I just wanted to tell you that Trish and Stacy are with us on this trip."
"Yeah so?" She made it seem as if the girls weren't a threat. It made John feel worse. Why did he feel a pang of jealousy when he saw Trish and his best friend hugging? And yet his own girlfriend thinks it'd no big deal. "John, are you still there?"
"I'm here."
"Well, I guess you're tired. Tell the girls, 'hi' and greet Randy for me too." John could feel her angelic smile appearing before him. He felt stupid for being interested in someone else. Here she was, the girl of his dreams. She was sweet, intelligent, beautiful and importantly, faithful. That's his Michelle McCool. John grinned, "I love you."
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Randy looked at John. He was so much happier that he decided to let him drive- other than the fact that both Shannon and Trish advised the third-generation wrestler to stay away from the wheel. John stuck the key into the ignition and drove off. Randy turned around and he could've sworn he saw Shannon waving. He smiled.
He unlatched his messenger bag and pulled out his iPod. He scanned through hundreds of songs before retreating to the calming sound of Jack Johnson.
I need this here old train to breakdown
Oh please just let me please just breakdown
I want to break on down
But I can't stop now
Let me break on down
It fit his mood but it made him feel all the more depressed. It was kind of funny how the music you happen to listen to tells exactly how you feel. He didn't change the song. Jack was just too good.
Trish looked at Randy. He had a small smile on the corner of his mouth as he was softly singing along. It was kind of cute. She glanced over to her best friend. As usual, she was looking out the window. Her reflection wasn't beautiful though. A tear fell down her cheek. Finally, John, he was concentrated on driving. "So are we staying in a hotel?" Trish asked. Silence. John snapped back into reality, "What?" Trish was disenchanted. John was more interested earlier. "Are we staying in a hotel… like in a few minutes?" John shook his head, "I guess we can make it to Allentown and find a hotel there." Trish leaned back on her seat. John wasn't interested in any conversation. Maybe John was never interested.
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John shook his best friend's shoulder to wake him up. "Uh, five more minutes." Randy muttered groggily. "We're at the hotel." John announced softly. "Where," Randy was still asleep and the music was still playing. This time it was The Killers. "Windham Hotel in Allentown," Randy finally woke up and placed the mp3 player back in his bag. "The girls," Randy asked, noticing they weren't in the car anymore. "Let's just say it was a little easier waking them up." They both chuckled. "I don't want to sound cheesy but thanks John. If you weren't here I'd probably be facing a judge for homicide." John smiled maybe the drive helped him feel better. "Don't mean to sound cheesy, but that's what best friends are for." Randy rolled his eyes. "Oh God, please take me now!" Randy joked. "Come on, man." John said, "We have a long day ahead of us."
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