Rating: T
Genre: General/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Superstars in this fiction. They own themselves and are under World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.
Summary: Two superstars spend a week together in a secluded house in the hills, where romance can most easily spark at any moment. What happens when a dark past is revealed? Trish/Cena fic. Please R&R!
A/N: Good morning, everyone! Third day on this story, and already I'm on my third chapter. I haven't done anything even remotely close to John Cena's point of view, so I thought this chapter would be a good place to start. I'll try my best to make this one longer, because most likely I won't be updating until next week. Hope you guys enjoy, please review!
Chapter 3 – Time For A Vacation
"Wow, John. Seems you're gonna be having a great week coming up, huh?" Dave Batista laughed as he watched John Cena carelessly throw seemingly all the attire he owned into an oversized bag, mumbling heatedly as he did so. It became a continuous cycle as Dave watched him fold, throw, and then mutter an unclear statement again and again, obviously unhappy for whatever apparent reason. In an attempt to boost John out of his apparently low spirits, Dave cheerily said, "You must be packing more than the girl is packing, evidently."
"Dave, will you just stop!" John finally replied, delaying his packing to stare crossly at him. His optimism had finally blown John out of his final case of sanity. In an attempt to calm himself down, John sat down at the nearest chair. "I'm not exactly happy with the fact that I have to spend an entire week with her…" He stared out the window in deep thought.
"Hey, what's so wrong with Trish Stratus, John?" Batista questioned, as if he knew every single aspect of her personality enough to defend her. Grinning, he added, "I would be jumping for joy at the idea of spending time alone with someone like Trish. Especially for a week's time, might I add."
"I'm in no way shape or form thinking about taking advantage of her in any way, if that's what you're implying Dave." he answered.
"Then tell me, what are you so doubtful about?"
John had been put on the spot, far from making up some ridiculous excuse to worm his way out of the situation. "I don't know…" he fumbled. "Trish is just….Trish." John stared at Dave's disbelieving expression. "It's just when I think of her, I just think extremely high maintenance. This is supposed to be a week's vacation, right? How do you think I'm supposed to enjoy it if I'm put under the roof with some princess diva?"
The reply John had offered had been completely true; though he did not present the other reasons he did not want to spend a week's time with Trish Stratus. Undoubtedly so, John Cena was afraid. Afraid of the many possibilities that may come about in a week's time. The possibility that he, John Cena, may quite possibly become more than friends with Trish. The possibility that something more as desire may rear its head…
"I guess that's how you feel, John." Dave Batista had finally said after carefully observing John drift into his own thought. "I'm going to leave you to your packing then."
And with a derisive grin, he got up and walked towards the door. "Oh, and John," he added before leaving. "Make sure to watch out for love." And with that, he closed the door and left.
"I'll make sure of that, don't worry…" John quietly said to himself after a moment of dead silence.
"Hey Stace, do you mind putting those clothes I've folded into my bag over there?" Trish said as she walked out of the bathroom. After much contemplation from the previous day, Trish had finally concluded that a week's vacation would most definitely be the distraction she needed to relax for the time being. After much discussion with Stacy over lunch not too long ago, she had been able to convince herself that a vacation was a vacation, and nothing more. Other than the fact that she would be spending that vacation with John Cena. Other than the fact that nobody else would be there besides both of them alone. Other than the fact that they would be living in the most beautiful–
"Yeah sure." Stacy replied, busily transferring the clothes into the suitcase already. Again Trish had been pulled out of her apprehensive thoughts, which she had found to be doing quite often lately…
"Any plans for anything when you get there today?" Stacy asked.
"Barely," a monotonous Trish answered. "By the time I get there it'll be dark already. I'm willing to predict that I'll be beat by that time." She drearily plopped down on a chair. "Plus, we don't know anything about this lodge in the hills. Hell, for all I know it may not be modern at all." She sighed, hoping to receive some self-pity. "I can't have fun in a place like that…"
"Oh, stop complaining. I'm willing to bet that by the time I see you when the week's over, you'll be begging to go back." Stacy grinned. "Especially with Jo–"
"Stacy, shut up." Trish sat up in playful anger, watching as Stacy's grin grew larger. "I know for a fact that nothing is going to happen while I'm there." She paused before saying fiercely, "I'll make sure of it."
Obviously amused by her proclamation, Stacy countered, "Oh, yeah? We'll see about that when you come back." With that, she zipped up the suitcase and carefully handed to Trish. Applying her best smile, she said, "You've better leave or else you'll never get there." She chuckled. "John's waiting for you!" she sang in her best singsong voice.
With a quick hug, Trish answered, "I'm sure I'll have so much fun." She soon was out the door and into her car where she drove off, leaving Stacy by herself.
"Oh, I'm sure you will Trish. Very sure…"
It was near midnight when Trish had arrived at the Heath Hills. She was undeniably exhausted after a long uphill drive, without another car in sight to help guide her through the darkness. It seemed as if the vast road would continue for an immeasurable distance, Trish first had thought, for the winding road had carried on without any type of distinct direction. Yet finally, Trish had caught sight of one of the most wonderfully built houses she had ever seen at the top of the hill. Surely this was the house by which they were to stay in, for no other mansion would have been so perfectly fitting as this one.
Parking her car near what she guessed was a garage, Trish took her luggage out of the trunk. Walking towards the entrance, the door soon opened revealing John Cena, holding a candle securely in one hand.
"Welcome to our house for a week." John greeted, opening the door wider. "Come inside, it's getting cold."
Accepting his invitation, Trish entered. "Wow, it's…er…dark." she observed as she looked at the dark shadows that seemingly enough engulfed the entire room.
"I think Vince never told us, or never even knew that this place doesn't have any type of modern appliances at all…" John trailed, looking at the surroundings. "I found some candles when I got here, so I put them around the stairs and rooms so there could be a little light here."
"You mean we don't even have light!" Trish stared dubiously at the interior of the immense mansion. Speechless, she intently looked at John for an answer.
"Don't get me wrong," he started. "It's really beautiful once you take a good look. It's just that, how should I put this, it hasn't been renovated to our time period…" He frowned, as Trish's disbelieving stare did not leave. After much silence, he said "You must be tired after such a drive, I'll show you where the rooms are."
After this final statement, they both walked in silence up the flight of stairs. Trish was still thoroughly shocked; yet she did begin to see the beauty of the house, and how the various paraphernalia seemed to give the overall interior a mature feel.
The top of the stairs revealed a long hallway of many doors. "The right side is where most of the rooms are. I've chosen this room." John said, gesturing with a finger towards the door nearest to the stairs. "The rooms are amazing…"
It was all Trish could do but produce the lightest of smiles as she carefully picked the door next to John's room. Beautiful enough, Trish still was very hesitant in a house like this. And she, as she admitted silently to herself, was in fact scared. Even the slightest bit. "I-I'll just take this r-room." Trish whispered loudly, trying to conceal the fear and panic in her voice.
John continued to frown. "I'm sure you'll be fine. I've already put a few candles in there, so there's no worry. I'm right next door if you need me. Goodnight Trish." And with that, John retreated to his room, obviously catching on to her apparent anxiety.
With another sigh, Trish pushed open her door, plopping her bag onto the ground. She looked on to what she perceived to be a stunning room. In the center was a wooden queen bed with wooden banisters so intricately carved that Trish ran her hands up and down it, feeling the wonderful woodwork against the palm of her hands. The room was bordered by rose-white wallpaper, which by candlelight set an even more intimate feel to the room.
Trish inhaled deeply, glancing around the entire room, savoring its beauty. "Wow, this is beautiful..." she whispered with a sigh. It was at that point that she realized how fatigued she actually was. Placing her suitcase on the bed, she carefully unzipped it and rummaged through the so neatly packed clothes from which Stacy organized. Time passed as Trish dug deeper into her belongings not to come across her usual cotton pajamas, but pieces of delicate silk lingerie from which had been neatly folded in the bottom of the bag. "Damn you Stacy Marie Keibler." she whispered, too tired to be extremely angry at her friend.
With a quiet sigh, Trish put on the lingerie without question and sat slowly on the massive bed. The feel of silk against her body had left her very cold while she silently let her mind run through countless thoughts. It was then that she heard her stomach growl, coming to her realization that she hadn't eaten for well over 6 hours already in time. "Might as well check for food downstairs then…" she said to herself drowsily, obviously loosing her lucidity by the second. Grabbing the nearest lighted candle, Trish opened her door to make her way to the kitchen downstairs.
She stopped dead in her tracks and stood wide-eyed as she saw John outside in the hall, attempting to go back to his bedroom until he saw her.
A/N: Look for an update next week at the most!