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 5

Stalker

John rubbed his eyes. The sun was shining brightly through the Spanish curtains. It was almost blinding. He turned to his right and saw the bed next to him… empty. Where was Randy? The bathroom door opened and it was him, clad with only a towel around his waist. One sight every wrestler in the back was used to. "Hey," Randy greeted. He had a big smile on his face. "You too," John replied weakly. Randy shoved a pillow at the Boston native to further awaken him. "Dude, was that necessary?" He complained, struggling to sit up. "Nah, just wanted to do it. By the way, take a shower. You smell like shit." He declared. John pushed Randy's bad shoulder, "You suck." They laughed.

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"Stacy, quit moping and put that cheerleader smile on your face," Trish ordered. Stacy placed her ear against the table- as if she couldn't support her head anymore. "You do know that that smile's forced." Trish shook her head and grinned, remembering what happened earlier. Stacy saw this and remembered Trish shrieking in the bathroom. "What happened in the bathroom?" Stacy asked. "Why I shouted?" Stacy nodded. "Turns out, we have an adjoining bathroom with the boys. I guess I must've missed it when I took a shower this morning." Trish explained. Stacy didn't get her answer and she gave Trish a look. "What?" Stacy rolled her eyes, "Don't be stupid Trish. I was asking why you were screaming." Trish smacked her head lightly. "Oh, because when I stepped out of the shower Randy came in and he saw me… all of me." Stacy's eyes widened. "And…" Trish blushed, "He apologized and ran out faster than Speedy Gonzales." Stacy furrowed her brows, "Nice analogy" She commented sarcastically, "Did you try covering yourself up?" she added. "Well, my towel was hanging on the other side and it wasn't as if I was expecting him to come in." Trish told her best friend. "You should've seen his face. He was-" Trish couldn't find the word. Stacy, on the other hand, had the perfect finisher, "Mortified?" Trish stuck out her tongue. "You suck." They laughed.

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They all met at the lobby for breakfast. It was already a quarter past nine and they'd probably set off at ten. That's an hour later than they had intended to leave. They ordered their food, ate, paid, and brought their bags to the car. John was still going to drive. Randy was loading their bags into the trunk as John tipped the bellboy. Trish handed Randy her designer luggage. He became flushed. "I don't look THAT bad do I?" Trish asked sarcastically. "Oh… No, you look great. Not that I was looking. I mean, of course I saw it's not like-." Randy pointed to his bags, "I think I should get those." Trish snickered. John was listening.

The girls settled inside as Randy finished loading their belongings. "Hey John," He said closing the trunk. "Randy, what's up with you and Trish?" He asked. His best friend grinned. "I forgot to tell you. I walked in on Trish coming out of the shower." John folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight from one foot to the next, "Oh," Randy noticed that he was uncomfortable, "Something wrong?" John shook his head and smiled weakly. Something's definitely wrong.

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"Hi welcome to McDonalds may I take your order?" A voice from the speaker box requested. They made their orders. This time John asked for less food. DepressionNo Big Mac. "Twenty-six dollars sir," The woman asked after she gave them their food. "Rand, the money?" John asked since Randy offered to pay for the food. "I can't find my wallet." Randy reached inside his pocket. It wasn't there. He sat up straight when he remembered, "Oh yeah, it fell when we were driving to New York. Check under the seat or something." John looked but he found nothing. "Don't sweat it, man. I'll pay for it." John offered, handing the woman their payment. Stacy clutched her bag tightly. It was a secret she'd keep for just a little longer.

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1:15 PM in Philadelphia Pennsylvania. John glanced at the gauge. Gas was running out so he stopped by a gas station. "Hey John, can I drive like tomorrow?" Trish asked almost pleadingly. John shrugged, "Ask Randy." He said bluntly.

"Okay… Randy?" Trish asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Do you know what's up with him? He was the one excited about this trip."

Trish shrugged. She was also worried by John's change of attitude. There was silence until Stacy finally spoke up. "Can't you guys tell? He likes you," She told Trish. "He's jealous because Randy got to see you naked."

"You told her!" Randy was alarmed.

"Wait, Stacy. How does he know about the shower thing?"

"I overheard Randy telling John."

"And you're accusing me of telling my best friend!" Trish folded her arms.

"So it's just John. I practically tell him everything."

"Everything?" Trish was going to take it back. They both knew they were talking about the secret. It was something Trish promised never to get into again.

"Okay." Stacy prolonged before she retrieved back to her usual silence. John came back before Trish even realized the most important thing Stacy proclaimed. He likes her.

Before they could even start the car a middle-aged man knocked on the window. "Yeah, what do you want?" John asked insolently. He was probably in his mid-forties, Caucasian, thick Drew Carey like glasses, a bit overweight, brown corduroys and a red flannel polo over a Star Trek shirt. "Can I please have your autographs and a picture?" He stared hungrily at Trish. "Guys," John called, irritated. "Sure why not." Trish smiled at him. They all stepped out of the car, signed his notebook, and took a picture with him. His name was Jimmy Pilcher- he operated his own website while working as a cashier at the local gas station. "It's very nice to meet you Jimmy but we have to get going." Trish shook his hand and for a few seconds he didn't let go. She was happy that Jimmy seemed to like her most. "Oh please stop by my website. Here," He gave Trish a piece of card. Trish smiled at him before John drove off. "He was nice." Trish grinned. But Stacy just had to ruin her mood, "You find anyone who stares at your boobs nice." She grinned. "Oh shut up!"

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They were driving for almost two hours now. And for those two hours a dark green Toyota was following closely behind. "It's been there for the past two hours. I think it's following us." Trish declared. John scoffed, "He's probably heading for Maryland like us." He said one thing but felt another. It was strange that this car has been behind them since they left the gas station. Randy turned around and tried to see who was driving. It's too hard to get a look from this angle. Trish, do you mind?" He asked her. Trish turned around. Unfortunately, she couldn't make out who it was. Stacy tried her luck and gasped when she saw the driver. "Fuck! It's that gas station guy!"

John stopped the car and almost suffered a severe whiplash. So did Randy. "Are you trying to kill me?" Randy rubbed the back of his head. John didn't answer. "Whatever happens I want you girls to stay here. Especially, you Trish," He asked Randy to come with him outside. They were on a long stretch of road somewhere in the mountains and there were no cars around except for theirs and Jimmy Pilcher's. Jimmy's car had stopped and John knocked on his window. "Uh hey Mr. Cena." John wasn't stupid. He knew what Jimmy was trying to do. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimmy's eyes widened, "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to follow you." John shook his head before he pulled him out of the car. "Hey John, relax." Randy told him, standing a few meters away. "You weren't following me. Hell you weren't following me, Randy or Stacy. I know you're stalking Trish. I saw the way you looked at her. You looked at her like she wasn't a human being. Maybe you thought that you could get lucky with her. One thing you gotta know about me is that… I hate people like that. So why don't you just fuck off, asshole." John breathed heavily. He really hated this guy. "I only wanted to see her again," Jimmy cried. "See her? No fucking way. You were stalking her and who knows what you'd do with her once you actually had her in your arms. I'm not letting your ass near her. Not within a mile, jackass." He whispered furiously. John pushed him hard to the ground before he kicked him in the gut several times. Randy restrained him. "John! Stop! Just leave him alone." John took one last look at Jimmy before spitting at his face. "Go to hell,"

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Neither Trish nor Stacy heard what John had said but they did see him hurt the guy. Once they got inside the car the whole atmosphere was horrifying. "I'm sorry," John muttered. He sped off, leaving Jimmy Pilcher and what was left of him on the side of the road, crying in pain.

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Thirty minutes after the incident John stopped by a grocery and told the three to buy some food. Randy stayed behind to talk to his best friend.

"John,"

"What!" He was exasperated.

"Calm down."

"Rand… please. Go in there and give me some space."

"I can't. You know how bloody attached I get."

"What does that have to do with anything?" John asked, baffled yet still frustrated.

"It has something to do with why I'm here. I don't mean to sound 'whatever' but I'm worried about you."

"Nothing you say is gonna change what I just did."

"I know that. You did some pretty fucked up shit."

"You could at least alleviate the situation…" He smiled faintly.

"I don't know how." He bit his bottom lip. "Look, John, I can tell you one thing and save you from this bad mod and doing some screwed up things. But it's not going to help you in another way."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Fine, " Randy told him, "I don't have any feelings for Trish."

"You don't?" He was rather startled. "What about her?"

"I doubt it. In fact, I think she likes you."

John smiled, "She does?"

"Don't get so excited." He warned him.

"…way to kill the mood."

"John you can't do this. You've got Michelle back home and I know that you guys are madly in love with each other. She's a great girl and it would be a big mistake to try something out with Trish… Don't jeopardize what you have."

"Yeah," He replied without conviction.

"John, I've told you many times what a terrific liar you are but hardly do you ever deceive me." Randy stated, "I need a promise, John."

"I promise,"

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"Are we in Baltimore?" Stacy unpredictably asked causing Trish to wake up from her afternoon nap. "Yeah," John replied. She smiled and turned to her best friend. "Want to have dinner in my parent's house?" Trish rubbed the sleep from her soft brown eyes, "Sure, how about them." She pointed to the guys. Stacy nearly fell off the chair. How slow could she be? Randy Orton was right there in front of her listening to his dumb iPod. John saw Stacy's realization through the rearview mirror. "Don't worry about it Stace. I'm sure Randy didn't hear anything." Just as John finished his sentence Randy unplugged his earphones and asked regarding what he didn't hear.

"Nothing man." John lied.

"John, you're one marvelous hypocrite." He told John sarcastically.

"Please Rand. It was nothing."

"I don't believe you. Look, if it's a secret involving you and the girls just tell me it's a secret. In the case that it's about me I think I have the privilege to know." Randy stated.

"Randy…"

"John, so what?"

"It's a secret." He lied.

"So what now? You're turning queer on me?"

"What the fuck?" John cackled in disbelief.

"Man, why were you gossiping with them?"

"Is there something wrong with that?" John turned and saw the girls' amused expressions.

"Yeah… no… I mean, it's kind of weird."

"Hello, we're right here." Trish interrupted.

"I can see that." Randy told her, faking a smile.

John chuckled as Randy had trouble untangling the wires of his earphones.

"Bullshit!" Randy declared, jumping from his seat.

"What?" John's eyes widened at the exhilaration in his friend's face.

"Bullshit! John you were lying. You weren't sharing any crap with them." He yelled.

"So what the hell were we talking about?" John raised a brow.

Randy frowned at the shitty insight he gained. "Me,"

Their faces fell. Randy had figured them out. "So what about me?" He turned to John. Out of impulse John turned to Stacy and the St. Louis native took the indication. He stroked his dark brown hair and tried to control his resentment, but he couldn't take it. She just had to make his life a living hell. "What the fuck is wrong with you Keibler?" He roared

"Randy, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. Frankly, I shouldn't be listening to you after that crap you pulled earlier!" He told his best friend.

"I didn't do anything." She whispered.

"What, now you're scared of me?"

Her tears of terror turned into fury. "I'm not scared of you!" She cried through gritted teeth.

"Oh sure," He rolled his icy blue eyes. "For years I've been tolerating all the shit you've been masking over my name. I've gone through all those days when no one would even look at me because they felt fucking sorry for you. I've done my best to stay the hell out of your way but you just keep coming back for more chances to ruin my damn life, don't you? This will never end between us and it's all because of some fucked up theory you built in your head. You just can't face the facts. I'm innocent."

"How dare you!"

"Me," He played a guiltless grin on his lips.

"How can you just sit there and pretend that it's not your fault." Tears were streaming down her angelic face.

"Because it wasn't my fault,"

"Aren't you the least bit guilty?"

He was speechless. Her words were stapled to his head. They were stuck there, just like all those memories and the last one. The one he dreaded. And then it was over.

AN: Before you scream/cry/die I just want to clarify (Hey that rhymed!) that it isn't over... There's still like a kazillion chapters to go. Had fun?

pianogal: you'll find out the history between Randy and Stacy in the upcoming chapters. And John... we all expected better of him. Thanks for the great review. im-untitled: thanks :) TrishOrton: Oh... John's interested. And you better wait for the Randy-Stacy storyline. I've got big plans for that one. Brittany: Trish and John getting together? Where'd you get that idea? winkwink RKOandSMK4eva: He won't tell her because... (you have to be patient) :) Rationa: I'll try making even better endings. Thanks. pinKsLip22: Thank you... Thank you very much. Electra54: It's gonna get even more interesting. Smile-always: I will keep writing the story and thanks! 101mizzpoet: thanks. I'll try my best to make updates faster. RKOandLEGS: Big Smile TrishStratusfan2007: Thank you... Thank you very much. Cleo Orton: Don't die. I need the reviews! lol Reema: Thanks so much. I'll try to live up to the getting better part.

Thanks for all the 'good luck' messages I think they really helped. I got pretty good in most of my exams. Average in Biology and Literature- so unlike me. I usually get high! (SHOW-OFF!) Again, thanks so much. You really made my day. I love getting reviews :)

And as an added bonus a PREVIEW OF CHAPTER SIX

>> "Thank you," He leaned in forward, closing his eyes. She did the same. She could almost taste his lips. Almost.

>>He stared at her glassy brown eyes, entrancing them with his. She felt like she was in another world where only they existed… where she was imperiled and protected … where she was lost and unearthed… where she felt like she was falling when she was actually flying.

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