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 WantPart Nine:
Stepping back around the corner to keep from being seen, Trish leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. She wiped the few stray tears that had fallen down her face as she reopened her eyes. After another deep breath, Trish poked her head back around the corner, just to make sure she wasn't seeing things…
And of course, she wasn't. John and Michelle were still standing in front of John's hotel room, body's pressed together, lips fervently attacking each other, hands wandering all over the place. Trish bit back a sob as she turned around, heading back towards the elevator. She was stupid to think she could just show up at John's hotel room and profess her love to him. He'd always been known as a player, and she should've known that if she waited too long, he would have found someone to… satisfy him for the time being.
"God, I'm so stupid!" Trish cried out, kicking the wall. Groaning in pain, she headed into the elevator, now limping as she did so. She reached out to press the button for her floor, but paused, thinking better of it. After a moment of consideration, she pressed the button for floor three instead. She waited impatiently for the elevator to go down one floor, then hopped out as soon as the doors opened.
Rubbing at her temples, Trish searched for room number 360, heading right up to it and knocking loudly. After some commotion from inside, the door opened, revealing a very disoriented blonde Canadian.
"Trish?"
"Jay, uh…" Trish started to speak, her voice cracking right after she spoke his name. Her throat felt tight, and she knew tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. "Uhm…"
Jay's eyes widened at the sight of his female friend. Her dark eyes looked red and her lower lip was trembling. Concern filling his features, he took a step forward, pulling Trish into his arms. "Honey, what's the matter?" Jay asked, speaking right into her ear.
Trish opened her mouth to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a sob. Burying her face in her hands, Trish leaned against the doorframe for support.
"Trish, come inside," Jay spoke softly, placing one hand on her back and the other on her arm, holding her up. He carefully helped her into his room, shutting the door behind them, then leading Trish to the couch. He sat her down, then lowered himself down next to her. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
After a few deep breaths, Trish had herself somewhat calmed down. She swallowed hard and started to speak. "You… you were right, Jay."
Confused, Jay shook his head. "Right about what?"
"Everything," Trish whispered, pulling her knees to her chin as she buried her head behind them.
Wrapping her up in another hug, Jay kissed Trish on the top of her head. "Trish, honey, I love you, and I want to help you feel better, but I can't do that unless you tell me what's wrong."
Taking a few deep breaths, Trish picked up her head and met Jay's eyes with her own tear-filled ones. "I… I was with St… Stacy," Trish began, her voice unsteady. "… And we went to see D… Dave and Randy. And then Stacy, she told me about how she knew she l… loved Rob. She said… she said that she just had this… this feeling, you know? And I have, well, I had, that feeling."
"Trish…"
"I went to see John, Jay!" Trish exclaimed, her voice cracking. "I wanted to admit the truth to him. To… to tell him how I really felt. You were right! I'm… I'm in love with him. But it's t… too late, and I'm just so… so fucking stupid!"
"You're definitely not stupid, Trish," Jay protested, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "But you went to tell John you loved him? And he rejected you?"
Shaking her head, Trish sighed deeply. "I… I didn't get to tell him anything. I went to his hotel room, but he wasn't alone. He was with Michelle… and they were kissing. I waited too long, and now someone else has him."
"Trish, maybe you saw them wrong. Or maybe it was just a one-time thing. A mistake," Jay suggested, racking his brain for any reasons John could've been with Michelle. "I'm sure he doesn't have feelings for her."
"You don't need to make excuses for him, Jay. He had no idea how I felt about him, and I'm sure he didn't feel the same way. I lost my chance"
"You don't know that."
"I do," Trish replied, shaking her head. "He asked me to get lunch with him earlier, but I had to meet Stacy so we could go talk to Dave…"
"Talk to Dave about what?"
Waving her hand, Trish replied, "It's not important. The point is that I told him I'd call him when I got back, but after I heard Stacy describe her feelings for Rob, I realized that they were almost exactly the same feelings I had for John. So instead of calling him, I just went to his hotel room. God, I don't know what to do, Jay…"
"Oh, sweetie," Jay sympathized, pulling Trish back into his arms. She buried her head into his shoulder and wrapped arms around his waist. As she quietly sobbed against him, Jay lightly stroked her hair, shaking his head at the whole situation. John and Trish were two of his best friends, and he'd spent months silently praying for the day they finally got together, but now it seemed as if those prayers had been pointless. Though he still wasn't entirely sure that the kiss between John and Michelle meant anything, Trish seemed to be very thoroughly convinced that her chance and come and gone.
When Trish opened her eyes and sat up, the room was dark. She glanced behind her and found an alarm clock that read ten o'clock. Sighing, Trish stretched and stood up, feeling her way from Jay's bedroom out to the living room. She flicked the light switch and headed over to the couch where Jay was asleep. She shook his shoulder until his eyes opened, squinting until they adjusted to the light.
"Thanks for letting me sleep for a bit," Trish said, smiling down at her friend. "I'm gonna go back to my hotel room now."
"Are you gonna be okay?" Jay questioned, concern filling his face.
Trish flashed a reassuring smile, hoping it didn't look too forced. "I'm fine, I promise. I'm still somewhat upset, and I'm sure I will be for a while, but I'll get over it. If John's happy, so am I. I'll just see you tomorrow, okay?" When he nodded, Trish leaned over and kissed Jay's cheek lightly.
On her way out, she switched the lights off, shutting and locking the door behind her. When she was alone in the hallway, Trish felt her eyes start to water again, but she swallowed the feeling and bit her lip. I won't cry. She promised herself as she stepped onto the elevator. As the elevator dropped down one floor, Trish tried to keep her composure. All she wanted to do was get off the elevator and go to her room to sleep. As long as she didn't see anyone she knew, she would be fine.
The doors opened and Trish emerged, her pace brisk as she headed towards her room. She was almost there when she heard her name being called. Freezing, she spun around and felt the tears welling up again as John approached her, a smile on his face.
"Hey!" He greeted, waving. "Where have you been? I waited until like, eight for you to call, and when you didn't, I called Stacy and she said she hadn't seen you in two hours. So I waited a little longer, then I figured I'd come looking for you. Around nine I started calling some other people. Steph said she hadn't seen you all day, same with Lilian and Molly. Then I called Jay and he hadn't seen you either."
Reminding herself to thank Jay later, Trish blinked back a few more tears as she met John's eyes, just for a second. "I… I just had to run out for a bit. I was gonna call you, but my phone didn't have any service. I'm sorry."
"No, it's cool," John shrugged. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Had me worried." Laughing it off, he lightly punched Trish in the arm.
Trish forced a smile and tried not to stumble from the punch; her body feeling so weak she could barely stand.
"So," John continued, tugging at the neck of his blue jersey. "Do you wanna go and grab something to eat? If you already had dinner, we could get some ice cream or something…"
Her heart was breaking more at every word he said. But she couldn't let him see that. So she forced a smile on her face and ignored the tears stinging her eyes. "I'm sorry, John, but I'm just so tired, and I'm really not hungry."
"Oh, well, okay. Another time then?"
"Sure," Trish agreed, turning to walk away.
"Wait, Trish," John called out. "Is everything alright?"
Looking at ground, Trish nodded. "I'm, uh, fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
Shrugging, John eyed Trish carefully. "You just don't look like yourself."
"Well… I'm okay."
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Trish."
Without saying goodbye, Trish turned away from John and headed towards her room, recalling her last words. Well… I'm okay. Sighing, she unlocked her door and stepped inside, not bothering to turn on any lights as she felt her way to the bed, dropping herself down onto it. She was silent for a few moments, but before she drifted off to sleep, she muttered, "I'm okay," one last time.
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