Note: This chapter kind of goes off on in a different direction than the summary says, but I swear, it will get back on track. Just give my ADD some time to wear off. :)
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the wrestlers, the only things I can even pretend to own are the ideas.
Summary: Best friends. The term describes Trish Stratus and John Cena – or does it? With all the drama going on in their lives, even they're not sure anymore.
Everything You Want
Part Two:
Apparently, coffee wasn't what Trish needed to wake up. Loud music did the trick just fine.
Trish immediately regretted coming out for a celebration the moment she walked into the club. She'd been there five minutes and she could already feel a headache coming on. To make matters worse, she'd forgotten Tylenol back at the hotel.
"Trish!"
Trish winced and looked up, smiling faintly at John, who instantly pulled her in a hug. "Hey," She replied, though she was sure he couldn't hear her. John released her from his hold and grabbed her arm, pulling her behind him towards the back of the club. When he stopped, she looked out from behind him and forced a smile at the crowd of people sitting around a small table. There were at least twice the amount of chairs there should've been at the table.
The first person to greet Trish was Stacy, who smiled from her position on Rob's lap. Rob grinned at her as he took a sip of soda, apparently being designated driver for the night, since nearly everyone else at the table had a beer or a glass of champagne.
Lilian Garcia welcomed Trish next, standing to give her a congratulations hug. Afterwards, she turned and sat down next to Molly Holly, who congratulated Trish next. One by one, everyone at the table said their congratulations, ending with Randy Orton, who pulled a chair from a nearby table and sat it next to him for Trish. She took the seat between Randy and John, and took a sip of the beer Randy offered her.
Someone screamed from behind them, and Trish winced, covering her ears and closing her eyes. From behind her hands, she could faintly hear laughs and she looked up to see John, Randy, and Rob trying to hide the entertainment from their rolled lips and covered mouths.
Randy nudged her gently. "Headache?" He asked, leaning close to her, his breath tickling her ear.
She nodded lightly, but smiled. "Yeah, but I'm alright."
The song that had been playing came to an end, and a new, slower song started to play. Trish recognized it, but the name escaped her. She shrugged and watched as Rob and Stacy stood, heading to the dance floor hand in hand.
Next, Chris Jericho stood up, tucking some blonde hair behind his ears as he reached his hand out to his girlfriend, Stephanie McMahon. She rolled her eyes, but smiled and took the outstretched hand, following Stacy and Rob out to the floor.
Trish watched as person after person walked out to the dance floor. She poked John in the shoulder and told him that she was going to get a drink. He nodded and turned his attention to something Randy was saying to him. Slowly, Trish made her way to the bar, nodding at Diva search contestants Maria and Michelle as they passed her. She was never fond of the whole Diva search nonsense, but some of the Divas weren't too bad. Michelle was definitely her favorite, but Maria and a few of the others were at least bearable.
As the bartender approached her, Trish ordered a diet coke with lemon. She figured alcohol wasn't the smartest thing to drink with a headache like hers. She got her drink after a few minutes, and she paid the bartender and walked away, heading back to the table.
The only person still seated at the table was Randy, so Trish sat beside him and crossed her legs, sipping her coke as her eyes found John on the dance floor. Her eyes traveled past him to his dance partner.
"She asked him to dance," Randy explained, his lips close to her ear again. "And she's hot, so of course he said yes."
Trish nodded and watched Michelle move closer to John, him wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer. She forced her eyes to move from the couple to Rob and Stacy who were kissing as they swayed back and forth to the music. Trish smiled and sipped her drink again, before turning back to Randy, who she found watching her closely.
"What?" She asked, blushing slightly.
Randy shook his head and smiled. "Nothing."
Trish was about to speak again, but someone called her name before she could do so. She whipped her head around, something she regretted as soon as she felt the sharp pain in her head that she felt like she'd been kicked. She grabbed her head and watched as the person approached her table.
"Hey, babe," The man greeted, wrapping his arms around Trish as he took the seat John had previously occupied. He softly kissed her cheek, then pulled away, still smiling widely.
"Hey, Jay," She replied, grabbing her best friend's hand. The infectious smile on Christian's face caused her to smile as well. His happy smile was one of the reasons she loved him so much, no matter what mood she was in, talking to Jay, just being around him always made her feel so much better.
"So," Jay began. "You're supposed to be the one celebrating here, so why're you just sitting here drinking a coke." He wrinkled is nose and squeezed Trish's hand.
Trish shrugged, looking from Jay to Randy. "I'm happy here."
Jay nodded, obviously not believing Trish. "Why don't you get out there and dance?" Though he was speaking to her, Jay was looking over at Randy. Trish looked up at him, and his eyes darted back to her.
Randy cleared his throat, and Trish turned to him, feeling confused. "Yeah?"
Randy smiled and scratched his head. "Do you wanna dance? The song's almost over, but…" He smiled as the song ended and another slow song began. "There's always more songs."
Trish knew this was a setup. Jay had obviously encouraged Randy, but at the moment, Trish didn't care. She was supposed to be celebrating, and Randy was a good friend, and very good-looking guy, so why not dance? Smiling, Trish nodded and stood. "Sure."
Randy smiled again, standing and motioning for Trish to walk ahead of him. Trish took lead, patting Jay on the shoulder as she walked away. She found a spot on the dance floor next to Stacy and Rob, winking at Stacy, then turning towards Randy. His hands instantly found her hips, his eyes meeting hers. Trish grinned and laced her arms around Randy's neck. The two started swaying back and forth to the music, Trish recognizing the song as soon as the lyrics start. The song was 'Dream' by Sisqo. Not one of her favorite artists, but to her, the song was so beautiful that she couldn't not like it. As the chorus started up, she sang along quietly, her head resting on Randy's chest.
It took a dream to tell me that I love you ladyI couldn't see that you were always there for me
Remembering the time we shared together
It came to clear to me one night… I am in love
Randy smiled as the song ended and Trish slowed her swaying back and forth and pulled away gently. She grinned up at him and took his hand, pulling him back to the table. They took their seats, and sat back, listening to all the little conversations going on around them. Trish closed her eyes and leaned back, humming along with the song blaring through the club.
A tap on her shoulder made Trish reopen her eyes. She looked to her right and smiled up at John. He smiled a bright smile and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "How's your head feeling?"
"Still hurts," She shrugged with a smile. "But I'm fine. Thanks."
John nodded and Trish turned her head, catching Jay's eye from across the table. He sent her a knowing smile, but she just shook her head and turned away, focusing on the conversation Stacy and Lilian were having. They caught her watching them from across the table and they motioned for her to come over.
Grabbing her soda, Trish stood and walked over to her two friends. Dave Batista, who had been sitting next to Lilian, rose and offered Trish his seat, going to take her previous seat next to Randy and John.
"So, what's going on?" Trish questioned, looking back and forth between her friends.
Stacy shrugged and sipped her champagne. "I ran into Amy earlier. It was so weird."
Trish's attention was peaked. "What'd you guys say?"
"Well, I just said hi and asked how she was. I didn't want to seem to be prying, but she hasn't looked very happy lately," Stacy paused to take another sip of her drink before continuing. "She said she's been good, and she asked me the same. I said fine, and then wished her luck on the match tonight. She kind've… I dunno, I guess scoffed would be the right word. Then she gave me the most forced smile I've ever seen, and she walked away."
"Weird," Lilian commented. "I've noticed that she really hasn't looked happy, but I didn't say anything to her. We haven't talked in so long."
"She was in the locker room earlier when I went in to take a shower," Trish spoke up, thinking back to earlier in the night. The sad look on Amy's face stood out clear in her mind. She shrugged it away as she made eye contact with Stacy and Lilian.
"Did you guys talk?"
Trish shrugged at Lilian. "It was so weird. She congratulated me on my win, I told her she did a really great job, and that was it. She didn't really sound like she wanted to talk, but it wasn't like she was being rude."
"Why are we worrying about Amy?" The three blonde women looked up to see that the question had come from Chris Jericho. "Don't forget what she's done to all of us. She dug her own grave, and if she regrets that now, then that's too bad."
"Chris…" Stephanie began, placing a hand on her boyfriend's arm. "Let's just drop it, okay?"
"Whatever," Chris commented, taking a swig of his beer. "I just don't think we should be feeling bad for her after all the shitty things she's done to us and others."
"Chris has a point," Jay spoke up, eyeing Trish, then Stacy, and then Lilian. "But we're dropping it. There's no point in wasting our breath going on and on about someone none of us have spoken with in months."
Everyone nodded in silent agreement, and went back to their conversations.
'I have to go to the bathroom," Stephanie remarked, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. "Ladies, come with?"
Trish, Stacy, Lilian, and Molly stood, following their friend away from the table. As they passed a crowd of college men who hooted and hollered at them, Trish caught up with Stephanie, taking hold of her wrist to get her attention. "Chris is still pretty bitter about everything with Amy, huh?"
Stephanie nodded and rolled her eyes. "I don't think he's gonna let it go any time soon."
"Yeah, well…" Trish was stopped by someone nudging her in the arm. She cut herself off and looked up.
"Speak of the devil," Molly commented, eyeing the redhead walking towards them unaware. Her eyes were trained on the ground.
"Come on, guys," Stephanie said, grabbing Trish and Stacy by the hands. Molly and Lilian followed closely behind, heading into the bathroom before Amy could see them.
Once inside, Stephanie, Molly, and Lilian headed for the stalls, while Stacy and Trish stood in front of the mirror. "I can't believe Amy never even saw us," Stacy commented, fixing a few stray hairs on her head.
Trish shrugged, but nodded. "She seemed distracted. I think…" Before she could continue, the bathroom door opened, and Amy walked in. She first looked to the stalls, but when she realized there were no open ones, she looked towards the mirror, freezing when she saw Trish and Stacy eyeing her through the mirror's reflection.
"Uh, hi, Amy."
"Hi, Stacy," Amy replied, her eyes darting from the floor to the ceiling, to her shoes. "Hey, Trish."
Trish smiled politely, not sure what to say. She hadn't spoken to this woman for more than ten seconds in months, and now all of a sudden, she appeared everywhere she was? What kind of coincidence could it be?
Just then, a toilet flushed, and Molly emerged from the bathroom. She smiled until she saw Amy, then she walked over to the sink, washing her hands and exiting the room.
Lilian was next, followed by Stephanie seconds later. Both women gave Amy as polite a smile as they could muster then followed Molly's actions.
Trish started to exit the bathroom as well, but Stacy grabbed her hand. "Wait, I have to use the bathroom. Can you wait for me?"
Trish nodded. "I'll wait right outside." Stacy smiled and headed towards a stall. Amy met Trish's eyes and tried to smile, then turned around and went into an empty stall. Shaking her head, Trish exited the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
"Is she really in there?" A male voice questioned, standing right in front of Trish.
"Chris…"
"Trish, is Amy in there?" Jericho's blue eyes looked cold, and much darker than usual. It was obvious that he never planned on forgiving his ex-friend.
"Yes, she is, Chris, but just let it go."
He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "Uhm, no."
The bathroom door opened behind Trish, and she turned around, meeting Amy's eyes. Her gaze fell to the floor, and she started to walk away.
"Wait, Amy," Chris called out. Amy stopped walking, but kept her back to Chris and Trish. Chris looked over at Trish, but ignored the warning look she was giving him. "So, how's Adam doing?"
Amy whipped around; meeting Trish's eyes first, then Chris's. The hurt spread across her face was evident, but Chris didn't seem to notice. Trish did, and she felt the same pang in her heart that she'd felt earlier in the evening. Why she was getting these feelings, she was unsure. She had no reason to feel bad for Amy. Yet she did.
The bathroom door opened again, and Stacy emerged. Trish grabbed her arm and pulled her away, back towards the table.