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 Eight:

"No way," Trish repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. Her mind told her she was crazy; there was no way she could be in love with John Cena. He was her best friend, and nothing more. But her heart told her a different story. And at that moment, her heart's story was sounding much more convincing. Feeling even dizzier, Trish sighed deeply and dropped her head into her hands. If only she could sleep more, but she still needed to get to her photo shoot.

Pushing all thoughts of John, and love, and the weird butterfly feelings out of her mind, Trish stood, heading over to her duffel bag. She pulled out a sweat outfit and her brush, and then headed towards the bathroom.

A ringing from nearby drew Trish from the bathroom. She made her way back towards the bed and picked up her cell phone, checking the caller ID before she answered.

"So, I have an idea…" Stacy started, sounding excited.

"Great, what is it?"

"Well," Stacy began as Trish picked up her brush and pajamas and made her way back to where her duffel bag sat. "I want you to come with me to talk to Dave later on today. I want to see if he has feelings for Lilian."

"What are you gonna do, come right out and say 'hey Dave, do you happen to be in love with my good friend, Lilian Garcia, 'cause she sure loves you'?"

"Wow, someone's a little crabby today," Stacy commented, sighing dramatically. "And no, as a matter of fact, I just think we can talk to him a little bit… try to get to know him, you know? Neither one of us is great friends with him, so we can just get to know him somewhat, and then just casually ask if he's seeing anyone, or if there's anyone he likes. Don't worry about the details; I'll work them out while you're at your photo shoot."

"Alright, fine, I'm in," Trish caved, grabbing her purse and heading towards the hotel room door. "And I'm sorry for being kind of bitchy today, Stace. I just didn't much sleep, thanks to you, might I add, and there's just a lot of stuff on my mind."

"Well, if you need to talk about anything, you know where to find me."

"I do, thanks Stace."

"No problem," Stacy replied. "Oh, by the way…"

"Yeah?"

"Since when do you like Randy? I totally didn't see that coming as your answer to the crush question."

I don't like him, Trish said to herself. Aloud, she replied, "I don't like him like him, Stace. He's cute, and I had to pick someone as my crush, so I chose him. No big deal."

"Okay," Stacy answered, accepting Trish's reply, though she didn't want to. "I still think you like John…"

"Whatever you say, Stacy."

Four hours later, Trish headed back into the elevator to take her back to her hotel room. It was now nearly two in the afternoon, and she was even more tired than she had been before. Groaning, Trish pressed the button for her floor and leaned back against the cool elevator wall, closing her eyes as the elevator dinged and started to rise.

When she heard another ding, Trish opened her eyes and watched as the elevator door opened. She stepped out of the elevator and started down the hallway, her eyes trained on the ground as her mind worked a mile a minute. As a matter of fact, she hadn't been able to stop her mind from thinking about John all morning. While she tried to focus on her photo shoot, her mind was thinking about all the feelings she'd been experiencing for John. It was still hard for her to comprehend that she actually had all these feelings for someone she'd considered her best friend just twenty-four hours previous. She wanted to deny it, to push all of her feelings to the back of her mind and continue to call John 'just a friend'. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't deny her feelings. In retrospect, she'd always gotten the weird butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw John, but before Molly had confirmed the feelings, she'd just brushed them off as something normal.

Shaking her head, Trish stopped in front of her door and slid the key in, unlocking it and stepping inside. She closed the door behind her and dropped her key on the stand beside the door. Checking the time, she groaned loudly when she read that it said two twenty-five. Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she dialed a familiar number, tapping her fingernails on the dresser in her room as she waited for someone to pick up. When she heard an answer, she started to speak. "So, are we still going to see Dave?"

"Yep, and I've got a plan, too," Stacy said, her voice sounding proud. "I'll explain it all to you as soon as I get there. Give me ten or fifteen minutes. I have to wake Rob up and let him know I'm leaving."

"He's sleeping at two in the afternoon?"

"Yeah… sleeping is his favorite pastime."

"Got it," Trish nodded, shaking her head. "So, just knock and I'll be ready." Hanging up, Trish dropped her phone back into her purse and fell back onto the bed, sighing exasperatedly. She could barely wait for Stacy to arrive. She figured being around another person would help get her mind off of John for a few hours. Unfortunately, she knew that as soon as she was alone again, John would come right back into her mind. Part of her dreaded that time, but another part of her enjoyed thinking about John, no matter how confused it made her.

As she closed her eyes, Trish gave in, finally letting the whole John situation enter her mind without a fight. Though she had no idea what she was going to do with all of the feelings she was dealing with, part of her really did like the idea that of all the people she could have feelings for, John was the one she ended up really liking. He was an amazing guy – gorgeous, funny, smart, a great wrestler, and one of the most trustworthy people she'd ever met – and it was very rare that any one man had all the amazing qualities John did. In a weird way, she could actually consider herself lucky that she had discovered her feelings while John was still single. But, there was no way she could act on her feelings… could she?

As the confused dizziness came back, Trish prayed for a way to get her mind off of John. And then she got it. A knock on the door caused her jump up, sprinting to the door. Stacy had said she'd take around fifteen minutes, yet not even five had passed yet.

Trish yanked the door opened, not finding Stacy behind the door, but a grinning John Cena.

"Hey," he greeted, leaning against the doorframe. "What's up?"

And the butterflies came shooting back as soon as Trish glanced up into John's eyes. Damnit. "I'm just waiting for Stacy," she explained casually, offering a small smile. "We're gonna hang out for a while."

"Oh," Disappointment showing on his face, John adjusted his hat and stood back up straight. "Alright, that's cool. I was gonna see if you wanted to go out to eat, but we can do it another time. I'm sure I can find someone else to eat with."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But, yeah, definitely," Trish answered, nodding as she wished the butterflies out of her stomach. "I'll call you when we get back and we can go out for dinner… I mean, if you want."

"Awesome," The grin returned to John's face. "So, just call me when you wanna go out."

"Will do," Trish replied, returning the grin as she watched John turn and walk away. She turned to shut the door, but before she could, Stacy appeared, tapping her on the shoulder.

"You ready to go?"

Nodding, Trish forced the butterflies and thoughts of John out of her mind as she grabbed her purse from the stand and followed Stacy out of the room.

"So, how exactly are we going to ask Dave if he has a crush on someone when, a) we don't know where he is and b) we don't ever talk to him unless we're with a group of people? Won't he think it's a little odd that we randomly find him and go 'hey Dave, got a crush on any Divas?'?"

"That's why I have a plan," Stacy started, a grin spreading across her face.

"Oh God, that really doesn't sound good," Trish groaned.

Ignoring her friend, Stacy grabbed Trish by the arm and quickened her pace as she headed down hallway after hallway, checking room numbers as she did so. Finally, she stopped in front of a door numbered room 234.

"How did you find out Dave's room number?"

"Because it's not just Dave's room…"

Confused, Trish watched as Stacy took a step forward, raising her arm up and knocking on the door. Seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Randy Orton. "Hey," he greeted, looking from Stacy to Trish. "Come on in." He took a step back, allowing both women to enter the room, then closed the door behind him.

"Thanks for doing this, Randy," Stacy smiled and gave Randy a small hug. Randy nodded and headed into the living room of the giant suite he was in. Stacy started after him, but Trish grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Did you tell him why we wanted Dave?"

"No, Trish, I'm not stupid," Stacy rolled her eyes and pushed a piece of her from her face before continuing. "I just explained that we needed to talk to Dave about something, and that it wasn't anything bad. I also said that if everything worked, he'd find out what was going on soon enough. So he told me he'd be happy to help. Now," Grabbing Trish's arm, Stacy followed Randy's path to the living room, where Dave was sitting on the couch, playing a video game, and Randy was standing beside Dave, smiling at the two blonde women in the room.

"Hey guys," Randy said, his voice cheery. "Dave, I hope you don't mind, but Trish and Stacy were bored so they decided to stop by and say hey."

Pausing his game right as his quarterback was about to score a touchdown, Dave turned and smiled at Trish and Stacy. "Oh, hi guys," he said quietly. He turned to Randy. "It's no big deal. Not like we were doing anything interesting anyway."

Nodding, Randy motioned to the two empty spots on the couch, and the recliner sitting opposite Dave. "You guys can sit wherever."

Stacy took the recliner, and Trish sat the opposite end of the couch from Dave.

"Alright, I have to use the bathroom," Randy announced, eyeing Stacy, who nodded. "I'll be back in a few."

Stacy waited until Randy was out of sight, then turned to Dave, a bright smile on her face. "So Dave, what's up?"

Shrugging, Dave exited his game, then leaned forward and turned off the Gamecube sitting in front of him. "Nothing really. What about you guys?"

"Not really a day off for me," Trish explained. "I had a photo shoot earlier."

"Ah, that sucks," Dave commented, scrunching his nose and shaking his head. "What about you, Stacy?"

"Nothing much. Just sort of hanging out," Pausing, Stacy winked at Trish before turning back to Dave and clearing her throat. "So Dave, I was just thinking back to other times we've talked, and I've realized that we really don't know each other well…"

Thinking, Dave nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, I don't really talk to many people here. I talk to some of the guys; Randy, John, Paul, Jay, but I don't talk to many of the girls. It's nothing personal, though, so don't think I hate you… it's just, I dunno, I'm kind of weird around women, as corny as that sounds."

Stacy shook her head vehemently. "It doesn't sound corny at all. I know what you mean, I was like that around guys for a while, but then I found Rob and now, things are so much different. Once you find your true love, every other guy or girl is just a friend, so there's no reason for you to feel weird."

Trish listened intently as Stacy spoke. She could barely believe it; Stacy was making sense. She'd thought that Stacy was just going to babble on until she finally spit out that Lilian liked Dave… she'd never been much of a secret keeper, especially when it was something good. But no, she was making plenty of sense, and it looked like she was really going to make Dave want to share his feelings with her. Maybe Stacy would be a good person to talk to about John…

"I guess you're right," Dave continued, shaking Trish from her thoughts.

"I am," Stacy said with a nod. "So, there's no one special in your life, Dave?"

"Nope, the only thing I'm in love with right now is wrestling."

"Any crushes? There are tons of beautiful women in this company… there has to be someone you like."

"Well… I guess there's someone. But we've never really talked, it's more like a crush from afar. It's stupid, really. She probably doesn't even know I exist."

"Oh, I'm sure she does. Who is it?"

Or maybe I shouldn't talk about John to Stacy, Trish decided, shooting down the idea. Stacy was very persistent, but if she knew Trish liked John, she would also know that she had been right all along, and that Trish had lied to keep it a secret. And then, of course, in traditional Stacy Keibler fashion, she would try to set Trish and John up, causing more drama than was called for. No, Trish was better off figuring things out herself. Finally deciding not to talk to Stacy about her crush, Trish peeled her mind away from the subject, instead focusing on Dave, who'd begun to squirm in his seat. It was obvious that he was debating whether or not to share the name of the person he liked. Crossing her fingers for the answer she and Stacy had been waiting for, Trish watched Dave as he finally spat out the answer.

"Well… I, I like… Lilian. Lilian Garcia," Dave finally let out, heaving a deep breath afterwards.

Trish glanced over at Stacy and smiled. She could practically see the younger woman explode with happiness as she clapped her hands together and shot Dave a smile that must've hurt her cheeks. "That's great, Dave!" She exclaimed, grinning at Trish. Trish returned the smile and winked, then turning back to Batista.

"Yeah, I… I dunno," Dave stuttered, looking down at his hands. Trish could've sworn she saw a blush on Dave's tanned face. How cute, he's in love, Trish thought to herself, happily clapping her hands. Of all the people she pictured being all flustered and embarrassed when he revealed his feelings, he had been at the bottom of the list. He always acted so tough and untouchable, when it actuality, he was just like her, in love and too shy to do anything about.

"Well, I think…" Stacy began, stopping when she noticed Randy exiting the bathroom from the corner of her eye. She smiled up at him, disappointed that he'd come out before she got to finish her sentence, but still happy that she'd confirmed Dave's feelings for Lilian.

"Hey guys," Randy said with a smile, meeting Trish's eyes for a moment. Smiling, she nodded at him, then turned away, looking over to Stacy.

"So, we need to be going," Stacy explained, standing. Trish stood also, brushing off her pants as she did so. Stacy looked over at Randy and mouthed 'thank you', then smiled. "I have to go see Rob. We'll see you guys around?"

Both men nodded and watched as Trish and Stacy exited the room.

"Oh my God, he loves her!" Stacy exclaimed, once they were outside. She bounced on her toes and clapped her hands excitedly. "This is so great. We really need to hook them up."

"Yeah," Trish agreed, her voice much calmer than her friend's. "Hey Stace, can I ask you a question?"

Stopping, Stacy turned to Trish and nodded. "Sure, what is it?"

"How did you know you were in love with Rob?"

"Well," Stacy began, eyeing Trish curiously. "It was kind of weird, actually. We'd been dating for about a month, which really isn't much, but we were watching Titanic… he hates it, but I begged and pleaded to watch it, so he agreed. Anyway, we were sitting there, and the movie was at the part at the end where Rose is lying on the board thing, and Jack is in the water and they're talking, and I just knew I was gonna cry, so I buried my head in his shoulder. He laughed at me, but he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead," Stacy paused and grinned at the memory before continuing. "So, I looked up at him and even though it was dark, I could see his eyes, and even though it was just a movie, he looked truly concerned about me being upset, and just… I dunno, the emotion I saw in his eyes… I could tell he really cared about me. And then I got those butterflies in my stomach – the ones Molly was talking about – and they were so much stronger than I'd ever felt before… and I just knew. I knew that I loved him, and I knew that he was the one person I could spend the rest of my life with."

Nodding, Trish stopped right in the middle of the hallway, her mind swirling with thoughts. "Thanks, Stace. I, uh, I have to go do something…"

Concerned, Stacy grabbed Trish's arm. "Is something wrong?"

"No… something's right," Trish explained, meeting Stacy's eyes as her face broke into a grin. "I have to do something, but I'll call you right after I'm done. Thanks, Stacy."

Stacy watched, her face full of confusion, as her best friend raced down the hallway.

Trish nearly jumped from the elevator as it stopped at floor four. She racked her brain and tried to remember the room number she was looking for as she headed down the hallway. She'd known her feelings were real as soon as Stacy had started describing her feelings for Rob. The pure look of love in her eyes gave it all away, and it was the exact same look Trish knew she had on her face everytime she thought about John. Her stomach went crazy, her mind went into overdrive, and her heart started beating a mile a minute. The feelings could not be ignored… she was in love with John Cena, no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

Her face flushed, heart beating like crazy, a grin plastered to her face, Trish rounded a corner, looking for room number 431, John's room. The hotel hallways were like one big maze, trying to keep her from finding the one person she needed to see, but she refused to give up. She checked the room numbers she was surrounded by, room 400, 401... she was in the wrong hallway.

Groaning, Trish headed back to where she came from, this time turning left instead of right. Finally, she found the corner she was looking for, turned around and looked up, freezing right in her tracks. Her heart dropped below her feet as tears stung her eyes. She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, then bit her now trembling lip and covered her eyes with her hands, praying that she wasn't seeing what she thought she was seeing…

Because to her, it looked like she was seeing John Cena kissing Michelle McCool.

LONG chapter! Let me know if you like it!