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 Seven:
RANDY ORTON'S HOTEL ROOM
John Cena looked around the hotel room at all of his friends, laughing at the fact that they all looked bored as hell. Besides himself, Randy, Jay, Chris Jericho, Shelton Benjamin, Rob, and Dave Batista filled Randy's hotel room.
"So, why the hell are we all here again?" John questioned, dropping his bag on the floor next to Rob's bed. He hopped onto the end of the bed, shoving Randy's legs out of his way as he plopped down.
"Because," Rob began, rolling his eyes as though he'd already answered this question more than once. "Stacy's in our room with all the girls, and so I have nowhere to stay, so I asked Randy if I could stay here, and I just figured, since those of us with girlfriends lost them to this little party tonight, we could hang out and keep ourselves occupied."
"So, we're all just gonna sit around like losers and watch TV? We could be doing that in our own rooms," Jay pointed out, eating from a bag of Doritos he'd brought with him.
"We can always do something else. Like, uhm…"
The other seven men watched Rob as he struggled to come up with an answer. When he didn't, Jay finally spoke up. "Okay, why don't we think like the girls do? What do you think they're doing right now?"
Randy shrugged. "Giving each other manicures?"
Chris shook his head. "Pigging out and watching sappy movies?"
"They're probably talking about us," John supplied.
Snapping, Jay nodded. "You're probably right. So, why don't we talk about them?"
Raising an eyebrow, John watched Jay for a few moments, his face serious, until finally, he spoke. "Jay… are you gay?"
As Jay's face grew angry, the other men in the room tried to conceal their laughter by turning their heads and hiding their faces.
"Fucker, no I'm not," Jay snapped back, his voice angry. "You sound just like Trish. And I hate you both."
"Okay, okay," Randy cut in, trying to keep himself from laughing. He rolled his lips and continued. "Alright, guys, why don't we just do what Jay wants? Gossiping about the girls could be more fun than it sounds."
"What are we supposed to say about them?" Shelton questioned.
"Well," Jay started, eyeing John. "I happen to believe that one or more of you likes one or more of our good female friends, though I'm sure you'll never admit it on your own… so how about we play a game to get it out of all of you?"
"I like Stacy," Rob offered, grinning wide.
"And I like Stephanie."
"Gee, jackasses, thanks," John rolled his eyes. Turning his head, John eyed Shelton. "What about you, Benjamin?"
"Uhm…" Shelton stuttered, scratching his head. "I guess… Victoria's pretty cute, huh?"
"She's alright," Jay replied, shrugging. "What about you, Randy?"
Turning his attention to Jay, Randy licked his lips. "Huh?"
"Who do you like, Orton?" John questioned, suddenly interested.
"No one?"
Dave snorted, sipping his beer. "Liar."
"Asshole. Fine… there's someone, but it's not like I'm in love.
"Spare us the details," Chris replied, rolling his eyes. "Who is it?'
"Trish…"
"Really?" John questioned, his eyebrows raised. "I had no idea."
Randy just shrugged. "Yeah, well, she's hot and all, and she's really nice… I dunno. It's no big deal."
"Dave?"
Dave looked over at Rob, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't feel like playing this game," he explained, standing and headed towards the bathroom. Rob laughed and turned his attention to Jay.
"Shut up," Jay said.
"I haven't said anything," Rob replied innocently, smiling.
"There is no one I like, thank you very much."
"Trish maybe?" Shelton questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"She's my best friend, and I've never thought of her that way. Okay, well once, but… no, I don't like her."
"There's gotta be somebody," John protested, running the list of divas through his mind. "Oh, what about Molly?"
Jay shook his head vehemently, looking down at the ground as he did so. His body language was proof enough of his answer and all the guys laughed with Chris patting his friend on the back.
"So, last but not least… what about you, Johnny?" Rob asked, emphasizing the word 'Johnny'.
Flipping Rob off, John just shrugged. "All the ladies are hot, but there's no one I really like like."
"John, I know there's someone, and I have a good idea who it is, but I'm not gonna say the name until you fess up to it."
"I have no idea who you're talking about, Jay, but I guess if I had to choose someone, I'd say Michelle… she's really nice, and wicked funny, and incredibly hot. So, her, I guess."
Jay groaned… that wasn't whom he'd been thinking of, but he had a feeling John wasn't tell the whole truth.
"Who did you think I liked, Jay?"
"Well…"
"He thought you liked Trish," Rob told him, as he turned on the TV. "Everyone thinks that."
"Trish and I are just friends, Rob, and Jay. Nothing more. Yeah, she's beautiful, and she's an all-around great person, but I only like her as a friend."
"So," Randy began, his eyebrows raised. "You've never thought about what it'd be like to be with Trish?"
"Maybe once or twice, but that was before we became such good friends."
"Whatever you say, buddy," Jay replied, shrugging. "You and Trish are just alike."
"What do you mean?" John questioned, confused.
"Oh, nothing. Forget it," Jay answered. "So anyway…"
The next morning, Trish trudged back to her hotel room, head pounding and body so tired she could barely walk to the elevator. The girls had kept her up until nearly three in the morning, all of them fully aware of the fact that she had a photoshoot at ten that morning. To ensure the fact that she'd get at least four hours of sleep, Trish had set Stacy's alarm clock for six a.m., something that did not go over well with Lilian and Victoria, the two unlucky people who had fallen asleep right next the clock. Laughing to herself, Trish stepped into the elevator and reached for the button that would take her to floor number two.
"Wait, hold the elevator!"
Jumping, Trish's hand shot forward, stopping the elevator doors before they closed. Suddenly, John appeared before her, holding a coffee and newspaper, a grin on his face.
"Hey, buddy," he greeted, entering the elevator. Trish noted the fact that he looked extremely awake for six in the morning, especially since he was the one person who loved sleep even more than her.
"Hi," Trish mumbled, leaning against the wall as she rested her eyes.
"How come you're awake so early?"
"Party at Stacy's. Got no sleep. Need more."
"Full sentences would be much more helpful, Trish."
"Too early."
Laughing, John reached the hand holding his coffee towards Trish, smiling. Forcing a semi-smile on her face, Trish took two sips of the hot beverage, then one more before giving it back.
"Thanks."
"No problem," John shrugged. The elevator stopped and the door opened up. Both John and Trish stepped off.
"Wait," Trish stopped, turning to John. "Aren't you on a different floor?"
"Yeah, four," John replied. "But I know you when you're tired, and there's a good chance you won't make it to your room on your own, so I thought I'd help out a little bit."
The grin on John's face was contagious, causing Trish to grin as well. Suddenly, she became acutely aware of how close John was to her. She had never noticed before that his body was mere millimeters from her own. A weird feeling rose up in her stomach. Not a pain, exactly, but something else… something almost enjoyable.
"Yoo-hoo, Trish, we're here," Laughing, John waved his hand in Trish's face, causing her to jump. She hadn't even noticed that they were at her room.
"Oh, thanks," Trish answered distractedly, taking a step towards the door. Sliding the key into the door, Trish smiled to herself, then turned back to John. "Thanks for walking me here, John. I appreciate it."
"No problem, beautiful," John replied, grinning again. And just like that, there was the weird feeling again, inhabiting Trish's stomach.
Smiling, Trish opened her door and took a step backwards, inside the room. "So… I guess I'll see you later."
"Yep, I give you a call. You have a photoshoot today, right?"
"Yeah, from ten until noon-ish."
"Alright, so see you after that," Waving, John turned and walked down the hall, back towards the elevator.
"Bye, John…" Trish replied quietly, knowing that John hadn't heard her. She shut the door, locking it behind her, then headed over to her bed, letting herself fall as she instantly drifted off to sleep.
A ringing noise woke Trish from her sleep. Squinting, she slowly opened her eyes and rolled over, shutting off her alarm clock. She groaned, pulling the covers up to her neck. The clock only said nine twenty-five, so she could still spare a little bit of time. Reaching to her left, she pulled her cell phone from the nightstand beside her bed, searching her call history for missed calls. There were three; one from her mom, one from Jay, and one from John. John, Trish thought, a smile crossing her features. And there was that weird feeling in her stomach again, this time, though, as the feeling arose, she also felt a cold chill, causing her to pull the blankets up even further. But no, this chill wasn't from the cold, because her body itself didn't feel cold. It was more like the cold was inside of her. How weird, Trish commented in her mind. Sitting up, something suddenly came to Trish's mind. The conversation from the previous night's party, Molly said that when she saw Jay, she had funny feelings in her stomach, and she would get cold chills. "No way," Trish spoke, this time aloud. Suddenly feeling somewhat dizzy, she balanced herself, placing one hand on either side of her as she closed her eyes. She had experienced these feelings – these butterflies – in her stomach before, but the feelings were never as clear as they were at that very moment. Sighing, Trish realized it could be – no, it had to be – she wasn't just experiencing a little crush. The butterflies weren't crush butterflies. She was in love…
And it wasn't with Randy Orton.
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