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 Three:

John noticed the scowl on Trish's face even before she approached the table. He stood and met her halfway, lightly grabbing her arm. "Everything okay?" He questioned, his blue eyes filled with concern.

Trish half shrugged. "I just need to get out of here," She explained, pushing past him. She headed over to the table, pulling her jacket off the back of her chair. Waving a quick goodbye to all of her friends, Trish slipped into her jacket and started to walk away.

John watched curiously as Stacy passed by him and took her seat next to Rob, whispering something in his ear. Rob nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He looked up to meet John's eyes and shrugged, pointing towards the direction Trish had walked. John nodded and turned around, following Trish out of the club.

"Trish, wait!"

Trish stopped at the familiar voice, turning around. She forced a smile for John and waited for him to catch up. Once he had, she resumed walking towards her car.

"So," John began. "What's the matter? And don't tell me nothing."

Trish sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "I don't even know, John. Amy's been acting so upset lately, and even though I shouldn't, part of me feels bad for whatever's going on in her life. We used to be such friends, and you don't just let that go. But Chris, he's still so mad at her, and I know it's going to be a long, long time until he forgives her… if he ever does. But he's still just so hostile towards her, and I'm not sure if that's how I'm supposed to act, because I really don't think I can do that. I'm just so confused. I mean, I should be mad at her, right? Everyone else is."

"It doesn't matter how everyone else feels. It matters how you feel, Trish."

"But, how do you feel?"

Adjusting his hat, John eyed his friend. "Amy and I were never close, so I never really had any feelings toward her. Adam's a different story. We were pretty good friends. No, I don't hate him, but we don't talk now unless it's necessary. Things are weird, yeah, but we don't have any beef."

"Everything's just so sticky right now. Part of me wants to be friends with Amy again, but the other part keeps reminding me of what she did, and then I feel like it's just impossible for us to be friends again. She screwed things up, and she knew what the consequences were when did so. I don't think I'd feel so confused if I didn't have to see her so often," Trish paused and looked up at John, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones. "I think I just need to take my mind off of things."

Raising an eyebrow, John smiled. "And how, Miss Stratus, do you suggest you do that?"

"Do something fun," Trish suggested.

"Any ideas?"

Trish thought for a moment. "OH! Let's go bowling!"

John laughed for a moment, then stopped himself when he realized that Trish was serious. "You really wanna go bowling to celebrate your title win?"

"It's not to celebrate the title win, silly. It's just two friends hanging out, trying to escape all of this crappy drama going on."

"Sure, if you really wanna go bowling; I'm in."

"Good, let's go."

"Final score: Trish Stratus – 180, John Cena – 145," With a laugh, Trish turned to John. "How's it feel to lose to a girl, Cena?"

With a scowl, John kicked off his bowling shoes, reaching for his white Adidas. "Feels great, Stratus. How's it feel to be a cheater?"

"I did NOT cheat!" Trish protested, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, come on! You walked halfway up the lane before you actually started to roll the ball! You nearly fell down the lane a dozen times."

"You're full of crap. Full. Of. Crap. You're just being a sore loser because you lost to a girl."

"Cheater."

"Sore loser."

"Okay, no more fighting. You won." With a smirk, John offered his hand to Trish. "Truce."

Trish contemplated the offer for a moment, finally shaking John's hand with a small pout. "Fine. But you're still a sore loser."

Laughing, John walked towards the counter to drop off his shoes. "And you're still a cheater."

"What room are you in?"

"Uhm, 106," Trish replied, stepping out of the elevator. John nodded, looking at the numbers on each hotel door they passed.

"97, 99, 101, 103, 105…"

"106, right here," Trish announced, pulling the hotel key out of her purse. She swiped the key, turning the doorknob.

"So, you had fun tonight, right?"

Nodding, Trish leaned forward, hugging John. "Lots of fun. Thanks, Johnny."

"Good. Now, about you calling me Johnny…"

Raising an eyebrow, Trish slipped her hotel key back in her purse. "What about it?"

"It's gonna get me in trouble. You know the guys. If they hear you calling me it, they'll all start calling me by it, and then I'll have to kick some asses."

"What a tough guy."

John nodded. "Damn straight. You heard Rob tonight. He thought it was hilarious."

Faking a hurt expression, Trish sighed. "Oh, fine. I guess I'll just have to think up an even better nickname than Johnny for you."

"Oh, goodie."

"Yep," Trish smiled, taking a step backwards into her room. "Alright, so thanks for tonight. And I'll see you tomorrow."

John nodded, grinning at Trish. "You're welcome."

Smiling again, Trish turned to head into her room.

"Oh, Trish…"

"Huh?"

Leaning forward, John pressed a soft kiss to Trish's cheek. Moving his lips closer to her, he whispered, "Congratulations again on your match tonight. You did amazing." With that, he turned and headed back towards the elevator.

A grin plastered to her face, Trish turned around, closing her hotel door behind her.

Once inside, she removed her jacket, dropping it and her purse on the chair in her room. Next, she slipped off her shoes, kicking them under the stand next to the chair. Yawning, she headed into the bathroom to change into her pajamas; a pair of gray sweatpants with pink strings, and a baggy black Nike T-shirt. She had just started brushing her hair when she heard the familiar ringtone of her cell phone.

Jogging out into the room, Trish grabbed her purse and unzipped it, pulling her phone out and pressing 'Talk'. "Hello?"

"Hey, sweetie."

Trish smiled at Jay's voice. "Hey."

"What're you doing?"

Trish shrugged, though Jay couldn't see her. "Just getting ready for bed," she replied, flipping the switch on the bathroom light. Grabbing the remote off the stand next to her TV, she flopped onto the bed, pulling the covers up to her chest. "What about you?"

"I just got in. And I heard about what happened with Chris and Amy, so I put two and two together and figured out that that was most likely why you left earlier."

Pressing the 'ON' button on the TV remote, Trish started flipping through channels. "And of course, you're right."

"Was Chris really harsh?"

"Incredibly, Jay. Amy looked like she was about to cry."

"Trish, I love your kindness, but does Amy really deserve you feeling sorry for her? After what she did?"

"I know, Jay. It's not like I want to feel sorry for her. But part of me will always carry around the memories of our friendship, and that part of me is feeling bad for her right now. And no matter how I feel about her, Chris was a jerk tonight. I just needed to get out of there."

"Where'd you go?"

"John and I went bowling."

"Bowling?" Jay questioned incredulously, laughing from the other end of the line. "Who won?'

"I kicked his ass," Trish announced proudly. "He's such a sore loser."

Jay laughed again, this time harder than before. "So you guys had fun?"

"Lots. I'd forgotten how much I loved bowling."

"Mm-hmm."

"What was that?" Trish questioned curiously.

"What was what?"

"You didn't sound very believing right there."

"Why wouldn't I believe that you had fun?"

"That's what I'm asking you, Jason."

Jay growled over the phone. "Patricia…"

"Fine, fine. No more full names. But what's up with the 'Mm-hmm' crap?"

"Do you think the only reason you had fun was because it was bowling and you hadn't bowled in forever?"

"What are you trying to say, Jay?"

"Well," Jay began. "I just think your company had something to do with how much fun you had."

"Maybe I'm really tired or something," Trish answered, rubbing at her eyes. "But I have no idea what you're trying to say."

Sighing, Jay shook his head, switching the phone to his other hand. "Trish, my dear, I'm trying to say that I think you're developing feelings for our good friend John Cena."

In response to a review I got for chapter 2, no this isn't a slash story w/ Trish and Lita. I went a little off-topic in chapter 2, but it was just because I wanted to explain what had happened between Trish, Lita, and their friends. The story is focused around John and Trish's relationship, and in later chapters, everything will make more sense. Sorry for any confusion.