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 Four:

"Maybe I was wrong, Jay. Maybe it's you that's really tired."

"Actually, I'm wide awake," Jay replied. "Honestly, Trish, I think you have feelings for John. You just don't want to admit it."

"You're nuts," Trish protested, yawning. "If I had feelings for John, why wouldn't I want to admit them?"

"Because you're afraid he won't reciprocate," Jay answered simply.

"Uh… no. I have no feelings for John other than friendship. We're good friends. That's all."

"You can say it a million times, but I still won't believe you, Trish. I've known you for over five years, and I can see that look you get in your eyes when you have feelings for someone."

"Oh, really?" Trish countered, sitting up in her bed. "And what does this 'look' look like?"

Laughing, Jay sighed. "You know, your eyes light up, and you focus all your attention on that one special person. Plus, you smile and laugh more, and you're much more conscious of how you look."

"Why do you pay such close attention to me, Jason? Got a crush on me?"

"Yeah, Trish, that's it," Jay rolled his eyes. "First of all, call me Jason again, and you're going to get it. Second, after knowing someone for five years, you kind've pick up on the little things they do when they feel a certain way."

"Examples?"

"Okay… when you're mad, you cross your arms over your chest, pout, and refuse to meet anyone's eyes. When you're sad or upset, you won't talk to anyone, you won't go partying, and you don't pick up your cell when someone calls. When you're happy, you constantly smile, you wear brighter colors, and you laugh."

"And when I'm in love my eyes light up?"

"Exactly."

"Okay, let me ask you a serious question, Jay."

"Alright."

"Are you gay?"

"What!" Jay yelled into the phone. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"What other explanation is there for you paying so much attention to all those little details about me?"

"Wow, you're using any excuse to change the subject, Trishie. For the record, no, I'm definitely not gay. Second, we're no longer best friends. As a matter of fact, we're enemies. But that still doesn't change the fact that you have feelings for John."

"Jay," Trish replied, her tone warning. "I don't have feelings for John. We're friends. Good friends. Very good friends. But that's all. I care about him a lot, and I really like hanging out with him. But I do not see him in that way."

"Okay, okay. Maybe you don't like him. But he definitely likes you."

"Jay!" Slapping her head, Trish groaned and let herself fall back down onto her bed. "Let it go. Honestly."

"No, just listen to me. He looks at you the same way you apparently don't look at him. He flirts with you, he's always smiling when he's around you, and he just seems to always want to be with you."

"We're friends, Jay."

"Fine, fine, but I'm sticking to my story. He likes you, and whether you'll admit it or not, you like him."

"Whatever you say," Trish gave in, rolling onto her stomach. "I'm incredibly tired right now, and I don't have energy to debate with you, so I'm going to bed."

"Night, Trishie."

"Night, Jay," Trish replied. "Oh, and…"

"Yeah?"

"I still think you're gay."

"And I still think you're in love with John Cena."

"Goodbye."

"Bye, Trish."

"Trish, hey!"

Trish approached John with a wide smile.

"What's up?" John asked, wrapping an arm around Trish's shoulders as they started walking towards the arena.

"I'm so tired," Trish whined, dragging her duffel bag on the ground behind her.

Grinning, John shook his head. "Give me that," he said, taking the bag into his free left hand, the other holding his own bag. "How come you're so tired? Bowling wear you out?"

"No," Trish shook her head with a smile. "Jay kept me on the phone forever."

"What'd he want?" John inquired, cocking his head sideways to meet Trish's eyes. His blue eyes glistened in the sunlight.

He wanted to share with me that he thought we were madly in love with each other, Trish commented to herself. "Oh, nothing really," she spoke aloud. "Just Jay being Jay. Pain in the ass, but still one of my best friends."

Laughing, John nodded. As they approached the arena door, he took a step ahead of her and opened the door, allowing Trish to step in before him. He followed behind, still carrying both of their bags.

Yawning, Trish looked around the arena. Wrapping his arm back around her shoulders, John pulled her along with him as he rounded a corner and headed down a long hallway.

"So," Trish began. "You have a match tonight?"

John nodded. "Yup. Against Orlando Jordan. What about you?"

"I think Amy and I are starting something up tonight," Trish explained, an unsure look on her face. "Vince thinks it'll get a good reaction, which I'm sure it will, but I dunno..."

"Well, if it happens, I'm sure you'll make it great."

They rounded another corner, stopping at the first door on the left; the Women's locker room. Taking her bag from John's hand, Trish smiled up at him. "Thanks."

"No problem," John replied, grinning.

"I'll meet up with you after I talk to Stacy, okay?"

"Sure, I'll probably be with Rob and everyone anyway."

Nodding, Trish reached out and touched John's arm for a moment, smiling, then turned and headed into the locker room. The first person she saw was Stacy. "Stace, hey!" she exclaimed, dropping her bag onto the nearest bench.

Stacy looked up, grinning. "Hey! I tried to call you last night, but all I got was your voicemail. Where'd you disappear to after the whole Amy fiasco?"

"Oh," Trish began, taking the seat on the couch beside her friend. "I just couldn't sit around the club any longer, ya know?" She waited for Stacy to nod before she continued. "Well, I was just gonna go back to the hotel and go to bed, but John caught up with me and we figured since neither of us were really tired, we'd hang out a little."

"So?" Stacy inquired.

"So, we went bowling."

A laugh escaped Stacy's lips. Trish glared at her and she stopped herself. "Sorry. It just sounds so funny to hear that two grown wrestlers left a club to go bowling."

"Well, we did."

"So, who won?"

"Me," Trish announced proudly. "I beat him 180 to 145."

"Good. Oh, what times is it?"

"Uhm, twelve-thirty. Why?"

"Rob wants me to meet him now."

Nodding, Trish stood. "Well, I'll come with you. John said he'd probably be with Rob anyway, and Jay and them will probably be there too."

Standing also, Stacy picked up her purse and followed Trish out of the locker room.

"Hey, baby."

Grinning, Stacy stepped into Rob's awaiting embrace, giving him a small kiss as she did so.

Walking up next to John, Trish elbowed him in the side, causing him to jump slightly.

"Scared you," she teased, grinning.

"Did not. I'm just… ticklish."

"Sure."

"Ahem."

This time, it was Trish's turn to jump. Spinning around on her heel, she scowled at Jay. "Hey, jackass."

Smiling, Jay pulled Trish in for a bear hug. "Aw, did I scare you, Trish?"

"No," Trish replied.

"Ha, don't lie," John said, poking Trish in the arm. "He scared you."

"Yeah, well, I scared you!"

"Whatever."

Jay laughed to himself, looking from John to Trish, and back to John again. Yeah, they definitely liked each other. And though they wouldn't admit it to him, or to each other, he could see right through them.

Looking over to Jay, Trish caught him staring off into space, a smile spread across his features. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered what was making him so happy. As he looked up and met her gaze, his smile widened. Trish gave him a curious look, to which Jay just looked over at John, and then back to her. Shaking her head, Trish mouthed the word 'no'. Shrugging, Jay just nodded at her, then turning and walking away.

"Trish, come here."

Trish looked up, walking over to where Stacy was standing with Rob, Jay, and Chris. "Hey," she greeted looking from her blonde friend to Rob, to Jay, and finally, to Chris.

Chris offered her a small smile, tentatively, knowing she was probably still upset with him from the previous night.

"Trish, do you have a match tonight?" Stacy questioned, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"Yeah, against Amy."

Snorting, Chris shook his head disapprovingly.

"Who's winning?" Rob questioned.

"Amy, but it's non-title."

"How long do you get?" Chris spoke, his eyes darker than usual.

"A little under five minutes," Trish replied, locking eyes with Chris.

Chris started to speak, but he was cut off by a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he smiled at Stephanie, kissing her lightly. She smiled at her friends, then leaned against Chris, whispering something in his ear. Nodding, Chris turned to his friends and excused himself, lacing his fingers through Stephanie's and walking away.

"We gotta go too," Rob said, wrapping his arm around Stacy's waist.

"Yeah, I have to go talk to Vince."

Rob grinned. "And I'm going as bodyguard." Waving, the couple turned and walked away, leaving Trish and Jay.

"You have a match tonight, Jay?" Trish inquired, hopping up onto a nearby crate.

Turning to stand in front of her, Jay nodded. "Yep, me and Tomko versus Shelton and Chris. And speaking of that, I have to go find Tyson and ask him something about tonight. I'll see you later?"

Nodding, Trish waved and watched as Jay walked away. Hopping off the crate, she turned and started to head down the hall, stopping halfway when she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she smiled curiously as Randy Orton made his way toward her.

"Hey, Trish," he greeted, falling into step with her.

"Hey, Randy, what's up?"

Shrugging, Randy fixed his shirt cuffs as he started to speak again. "Nothing really. Have you seen John?"

"I saw him a minute ago. I think he might be in the locker room, or with Jay."

"Great, thanks. Where are you headed?"

"Just wandering. I think I might go get something to eat."

"Well, if you're not busy, someone wants you to see you."

Eyeing Randy, Trish questioned, "Who?"

"Adam Copeland."