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.

Disclaimer: The names of all WWE programming, talent, images, likenesses and logos are the exclusive property of WWE. All other trademarks, product names, company names and logos cited herein are the property of their respective owners. All created characters, places and objects are my property.

AN: My heart goes out to Eddie Guerrero, his family, his friends and all the fans like me who are deeply saddened by his loss. He will forever be imprinted in our hearts. We will miss you, Eddie. We love you!

Revolution

Chapter 7

It was exactly how Erica described Love… with Randy Orton.

Steve Keibler passed the pot roast on to his cheerless daughter and she passed it on to the blonde Canadian beside her. The dining room was completely silent except for the couple who incessantly talked about their day. "How was your day honey?" Elizabeth asked, snapping her daughter back to reality. "Fine," she mumbled, "Mom, I'm not so hungry. I'm going upstairs to pack some extra clothes." She pushed back and dashed up the stairs. "How about you Trish?" Trish turned to her best friend's mother and spoke dejectedly, "Okay," Elizabeth glanced at the two young men and found them completely detached from the conversation. "Excuse me," She said before leaving the dining room.

"Stacy," She opened the door but she wasn't there. "Stacy," She called out, finding her daughter in Erica's room. She was crying in Erica's orange and pink striped pillow. Elizabeth lay down beside her and stroked her hair. "Honey," comforted her mom, "I miss her too."

After dinner Randy helped Steve with the dishes as Trish strolled around the Keibler's pool. "I'm sorry." She turned around and saw John sitting on a lawn chair. "Sorry for almost kissing me or sorry for taking it back and leaving me without an explanation?" John stood up and rubbed his temple, "Both," He was insecure of his answer. "If you're really remorseful you'd tell me why." She told him. John sighed, "It's not that simple." Trish sat at the edge of the pool and waded her feet. "This isn't rocket science, John. It's just a kiss." John sat down beside her and pulled his jeans to his knees. "It wasn't just a kiss. It wasn't even a kiss. We never made it to that part."

"I don't want to force you into reading that letter now but out of curiosity, when do you plan on reading it?" Randy looked at the man he once thought could have been his father-in-law, "I'll read it. I just have to figure some things out first." Steve wiped the last of the dishes and washed his hands. "Promise me this; after you open her letter you have to pass it on to Stacy." Randy didn't hesitate. Despite the ill feelings he had for their eldest daughter he respected their father immensely. "We have to get going. At the pace we're at I don't think we'd be able to reach LA in time." Steve agreed, "I wouldn't want you to miss an ass-kicking from The Undertaker." They both laughed, an action virtually inexistent that night.

"I love you, honey." Steve hugged his daughter before letting her go. "I love you too." She kissed him on the cheek before she linked arms with her best friend. "I'll drive." She heard Randy from the distance. His voice was dead beat. John nodded and sat on the passenger's side. With that, they sped off, leaving for a world of wreckage. Or so she thought.

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It was 2:01 and Randy was driving south. They were at North Carolina when he decided to park in front of a convenience store. "Why'd you stop?" John asked, waking up from his slumber. "I'm gonna get coffee." He answered. "You hate coffee." John reminded. "I don't hate coffee. I just don't see why people like such bitter stuff that makes your teeth yellow."

"So why not get water or something?"

"Because I'm in the frame of mind for a cup of coffee,"

"O-kay…"

He was on his way out but he bunged, "Wanna come with?" John nodded and followed him outside. They sat on stools, blinded by the brilliant lights of the 24-hour store, they ordered their drinks. "What's going on with you and Trish?" Randy asked, startling his best friend. He shook his head, "Nothing," Randy combed his hair back with his fingers. "I'm not stupid." said Randy, "If nothing's going on then you'd be talking to each other like normal people." John sighed, "I swear," Randy lowered his head and stared at the Boston native straight in the eye. "I must say, I'm utterly affronted that you assume you'll get this pretense past me." Randy told him, smiling. He loved it when he used his straight A's to get on John's nerves. "Fine, just stop talking like some Harvard grad" he replied, "I have feelings for her. But it's not like I can have power over them. I mean, she's a beautiful girl. I can't help it. I'm just so drawn into her…" He went on. Randy grinned, "You better pray to God Michelle won't find out about this." John was rather surprised. "You won't tell her?" Randy groaned. "Not if you pursue a relationship with her." Randy soon noticed the disillusioned look on John's face. "You were planning to…" John shook his head. But he wouldn't believe it. "You, sonuvabitch." He left, leaving John to think about what he's just revealed.

"Rand," called John, "Wait a sec." Randy stopped in his tracks. "Look, I really love Michelle and I want to be with her so much that I can't even measure how much love I have for her."

"If you love her that much or even love her at all you wouldn't go for Trish." Randy reacted.

"I know what you're trying to say. It's just that you've never been in this situation and I don't think I should be taking guidance from you."

Randy was slighted. "Okay, so maybe I haven't experienced the sensation of being entirely committed to someone, proposing and in less than a month, to be away from her and feel no sense of yearning. And to be together with two attractive women- one, who happens to make your loins go mental. Oh, I haven't experienced that."

"I don't just have a crush on her, Randy."

"Please, like you're in love with her."

Pause.

"Don't tell me you are?" It was more of a question than a declarative sentence. "John, do you love Trish?"

Pause.

"Oh God, you are." Said the youngest World Heavyweight Champion. "How could you? You barely even know her. And you're in love with Michelle-"

"I still am. But I don't know, I don't know if I love her. I probably don't."

"You're cheating on her." He said faintly, the impact taking over him.

"No I'm not." He said truthfully.

"But you will. I know you will."

"Randy, give me more credit than that."

"Give you more credit? God! If we hadn't had that conversation you would've screwed her by now."

"I haven't done anything! And I won't do anything! Trust me. Or at least give me the benefit of the doubt."

"There is no benefit of the doubt. I'm not just doubting, John. I'm sure as hell you're going to give into temptation. And when you do, Michelle's finding out and your engagement- it's over."

"It won't happen. I promise."

"You're a fraud John but you're not getting past me."

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Stacy sat up from Trish's lap and stared at the ocean before her. They couldn't be in California. It's impossible. She stepped out of the car, leaving her best friend and her best friend's love interest. Where was Randy? It didn't take a pair of binoculars to spot the tall, broad-shouldered, olive-skinned man. He had everything off apart from a pair of cargo shorts. His head was tilted back and his arms spread out, like he wanted the wind to face him, challenge him, and ultimately blow him away.

Stacy turned around and stepped on a soda can. "Shit," she muttered, realizing that he had heard and seen her. "Stacy," he said. He wasn't calling her. He was merely conceding her presence. "Hey," she smiled halfheartedly. She was still lethargic and worn-out from the unpleasant journey. "Where are we?" She inquired. "North Carolina," He replied, facing the ocean once more. "We're heading south. Why waste time?" It was a logical question and honestly, Randy had no effortless enlightenment to that.

"I guess it just turned out that way." Stacy was bemused. Randy chuckled. "We're going to pass about a billion intersections along this trip- the prime are the interstates. Everyone in the world can agree with me since they have facts from a map to back it up." She wanted to know where he was going with this but she recollected Erica telling her about Randy's 'big thinks'. "I mean, these intersections and interstates- they've been there, most likely, long before we knew what they meant. They're just there to remind us which road to take to conduct us to our destination. But sometimes we're faced with apprehension or agitation that we might elapse an alternative path leading us somewhere we've by no means premeditated to be in. It might turn out in our esteem; it might not. But at the end of the day you made a life-changing decision whether you grasp it or not. When you think about it, you could've gotten into a car accident if you had taken the planned route or you might've met your forthcoming wife on that impulsive decision. This trip's like that. In fact, life's like that. We map out our lives, make them as effortless as possible, and envision our execution. But when we're on the actual moment we're either: hindered, distracted, attracted or excited by other alternatives. It's God's liability. God's in charge of our destiny. And my God controlled fate told me to head this course. Now I'm here, hoping that God gives me the chance to acknowledge and experience the revolution of my being."

She smiled. "We're civil. We're smiling at each other. I think we're experiencing the revolution right now."

Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing my first story. And thanks for putting up with my crazy schedule. I've just been going through a lot of personal stuff with my family and friends so it's been hard to update and get some inspiration. I don't think I went through writer's block. I just was in this really bad mood. Let's just say people have the power to piss you off.

Back to Interstate, how's the seventh chapter? It's a sweet ending but that doesn't mean we're forgetting their pas just like that. And what about John and Trish? Now, that it's revealed that Michelle is his fiancé doesn't that add up to the gravity of their 'wrong' feelings?

Please review and thanks to those who reviewed:

sARA: I am continuing and thanks for having faith in me. I need it. Ad544: Thanks so much. Don't we all love suspense? Electra54: Nobody should like that stupid stalker. Wait to see if John's gonna tell Trish about sweet ol' Michelle back home. 101mizzpoet101: Thanks so much. No it's actually Stacy's sister Erica who was with Randy. TrishOrton: Yup you're right. Erica's Stacy's little sister who was with Randy. Patience is good but you don't' have to wait long for John and Trish to hook up.  Pianogal: Thank you. I'm gonna work on an even better chapter. Everything' you said was right but I don't really know about the pregnant part… hmmmm… pinKsLip22: You'll get it soon… like in the ending. Haha! Thanks for the review. Reema: The contents of the letter will be revealed soon… when Randy remembers. He can be quite forgetful. Trishrocks: John regretted the 'almost' kiss because he's with someone. Thanks for the review. JFAC: Erica dated Randy. And I'm glad you like John-Trish. Brittany: Now what makes you think he'll break up with Michelle? I never made any guarantees… hell's probably breaking loose right now. And thanks for reviewing and being patient. MattHardyLives: Promise me you won't do anything to your sisters just because they love my story so much. Deflate the ego. Haha! Thanks so much. Danaya: Thank you very much. Abcabc: The whole story in one sitting! Wow. Thank you so so so so much! I love Randy and Stacy too, but like I said before I never made any guarantees that they'd get married and have ten children together. Filipino? Jack Johnson fan? Wow. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! Sn0wb047d1ngch1ck: Okay, I have to tell you that your username took me like ten seconds to type.  Wow. You cried. Cool! I wanna bring out the emotions (haha) in all of you. And yeah, Randy dated Erica not Stacy. Thanks. Reymysterio619: yeah I loved the 'ass' part too. I was waiting for someone to comment on that. More sad parts to come and it's not only for Randy and Stacy. John and Trish are gonna have some depressing and tear-jerking moments too. Thanks.

And to everyone who read but didn't review: Thanks so much but I'd really love to hear your reactions so please please please review.

I've got a treat for everyone: A preview of Chapter 8:

"That was a mistake." She refused to let this go. "It wasn't a mistake. Didn't you feel it?" He tried to shrug it off by making a joke out of it, "The chemistry; the electricity?" She shook her head. "Love,"

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"I didn't know you were into rock." Randy said. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, like how I lose myself in this kind of music." Stacy trailed off. Randy was intrigued but not enough to let his eyes stray away from the street. Seconds later she covered his eyes with her hands! He swerved the car left and right as cars behind them beeped and cursed. "Just trust me," She whispered into his ear.

Hahaha!

Oh I'm putting out a one-shot songfic after I upload this. Check it out and please review: It's called Banana Pancakes. Yeah, so it's self-titled? I can't help it. I love Jack Johnson. Oh, I just want to share I met Constantine Maroulis last night. Wow!

Oh, and Randy's engaged. Wow again.

See you when I see you,

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