Close to You
A Surprise Encounter
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Her date with Randy had been a disaster. She had finally realized he made a better friend than a boyfriend. Now, she had to help him get the man of his dreams.
She didn't know John that well. All she was that he was Chris' good friend. The two men were basically inseparable.
She hoped this didn't mean Chris was gay. She hoped it for their sakes.
A yellow legal pad sat in the middle of the bed. Various notes were scribbled on it. It read:
Get John for Randy
-Blind Date?
-'Surprise' meeting?
-Just introducing them?
WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO?
She hated making plans. Often, they were too complex. A great deal of the time, they just didn't work.
Randy walked into the hotel room. Since the fateful 'date' two weeks prior, they had taken to sharing a hotel room. It was easy. It was cheap. Not to mention the fact that she loved him. She hadn't meant to. It had been accidental. She had never wanted to put her heart on the line.
Yet, she had fallen in love.
"They didn't have diet. I got you a Sprite," Randy said, slipping his shoes off. He handed Trish the green plastic bottle. Sighing, she accepted it.
No one had ever told her love was easy. No one had ever told her how easy it was to fall in love. All they had told her was that love was fabulous. They hadn't told her how easy it was to get hurt in love.
"Thanks, Rand," she said, struggling to come up with a good plan. She had to get Randy hooked up with John. If she couldn't be with him, she could at least make sure he was happy. Picking up her pen, she began to write.
-Letting nature take its course?
Trish watched Randy strip down to his boxers and a white tanktop.
She couldn't help but stare. He was so attractive!
"You going to sleep?" she asked, turning her head. He shook his head. He held up a book. "Getting into the mind of Hannibal Lecter?"
"Yeah. Adam recommended it. He said it was a great book," Randy replied.
With Randy reading silently, Trish was able to drift silently into her thought. How had she gotten so close to him? Was she just setting herself on the road to heartbreak?
Rain began to pound slowly against the window. Shaking her head, Trish stood up, taking her legal pad with her.
"Rand, I'm heading down to the bar. I'll be back in a couple hours," she said, slipping on a pair of black flip-flops.
"See you," Randy murmured, not taking his eyes off the page. Trish grabbed her spare key and left.
What had she gotten herself into? She had expected this to be easy. Why was it so difficult to hook up two men?
She took the elevator down to the ground floor. Just as she had expected, it was full of her friends and colleagues.
"What can I get you?" a cocktail waitress asked, after Trish had slid into a vacant booth. Yawning, Trish sighed.
"Peach Margarita," she said, glancing at the legal pad. "Oh, and a half order of fried mushrooms," She closed her eyes, trying not to think of the man in her hotel room.
"Trish, can I sit here?" a masculine voice asked. Glancing up, Trish was surprised to see none other than John Cena standing at the side of her table.
"Of course," she said, nibbling her bottom lip. "The hotel room was closing in on me," John picked up her hand and kissed it. "Why did you do that?"
"It's polite. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't have manners in the presence of a pretty woman," John said, with a smirk. Trish rolled her eyes. This man was just like Randy!
"Can I buy you a drink?" Trish asked, writing something on the legal pad.
"Um, am I obligated to do anything?" John asked. "Because you're gorgeous, but, um, I don't like girls," Trish laughed.
"No, you're not obligated to do anything. Besides, even if I wanted to do something with anyone, I couldn't. I'm sharing with Randy," Trish explained.
"You're seeing him?" he asked. Trish wasn't sure but she thought she heard a hint of jealousy in John's voice.
"No, we're just friends," Trish assured. She could tell John didn't believe her. "I'm heading to the bathroom. When the waitress comes back, order a drink and an appetizer. Whatever you want,"
John glanced at the legal pad. He knew he shouldn't be reading the pad. It wasn't his to read. Yet, he couldn't help but notice the words
'Get John for Randy'. Which John was she talking about? Was it himself?
Trish came back. Glancing down at the table, she felt quite foolish that she had left the pad out. Had he read it? Had he figured out what it was?
"So, has the waitress been by?"
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-JenLea
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