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 Eleven:
MOMENTS LATER
Trish scanned the hallways of the arena for one of two people: Stacy, who hadn't picked up her phone when she'd called, or Jay, who had apparently disappeared into thin air. Frustrated, Trish stopped at the men's locker room door, knocking loudly. She waited a few moments, then when there was no answer, she raised her hand to knock again. Before she could, the door swung open, and a very tried-looking Randy Orton appeared before her.
"Randy, uh, hi," Trish greeted, forcing a smile on her face. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
"I was just taking a little nap," Randy yawned, but shrugged. "It's alright, though. Can I help you with something?"
"Yeah, do you know where Jay is?"
"Sorry," Randy shook his head. "I haven't seen him at all today."
"It's okay. Have you seen Rob or Stacy?"
"Nope, I'm sorry."
Groaning, Trish thanked Randy and turned around.
"Wait, Trish," Randy began, waiting for Trish to turn and face him. "Is something wrong? You look kind of upset."
"No, I'm… I'm okay, but thanks anyway."
"You sure?" Randy questioned. "I'm alone in here if you wanna talk. I've been told I'm a pretty good listener when I wanna be."
Contemplating Randy's offer, Trish nodded, smiling. "Thanks, Randy… I could really use someone to talk to."
Stepping back, Randy motioned for Trish to enter the locker room. "Not a problem, Trish."
OUTSIDE THE ARENA
"Huh, I have a missed call from Trish."
Rolling his eyes, Rob grabbed his bags from the trunk of his car, holding both of them in one arm, Stacy's already in his other. "Babe, can you close the trunk for me?"
Nodding, Stacy slammed the trunk, a little too hard for Rob's liking, then turned her attention back to her cell phone. "It's from twenty minutes ago. I wonder why it didn't ring."
"Maybe because the service in this town sucks?" Rob suggested, raising an eyebrow. "It's no big deal, Stace. She called, so now you know she's here. You'll see her soon enough." Shaking his head, Rob chuckled quietly to himself. His girlfriend had to be the biggest worrier he knew. He had tried to convince her that though Trish was upset, she would be fine getting herself to the arena, but Stacy wouldn't listen; instead insisting that her best friend call her the minute she got to the arena.
"I guess…"
Pausing in the front of the big metal doors to the arena, Rob looked over at Stacy, motioning to the doors with his head. "A little help, babe? My hands are kinda full."
Pushing the doors open, Stacy walked in first, making sure Rob got in safely before she closed them.
"I think I'm gonna go find Trish," Stacy commented, stretching her neck forward as she looked around the arena.
Dropping the four bags he was holding, Rob walked up to Stacy, wrapping his arms around her waist as he softly kissed her cheek. "Baby, I love you, and I love your dedication to your friends, but Trish is fine. I swear to you, she is. She's a big girl, and I'm sure this whole thing with Cena is upsetting her, but she knows enough to not do anything stupid because of it. Have a little faith in her."
"I do, Robbie, but…" Before she could continue, Rob cut her off, pressing his lips to hers in a heated kiss that left them both breathless for a few moments.
"Trish. Is. Fine," he repeated after he'd caught his breath, giving her another kiss. He started to say more, but was stopped by a familiar voice calling his name. He turned around, smiling.
"Hey guys," John greeted, grinning. "What's up?"
Shrugging, Stacy took hold of Rob's hand, lacing her fingers through his. "We just got here, so we're probably gonna put our stuff down and go grab something to eat."
"Okay," John began. "But, before you go, have you seen Trish anywhere? I went to see her yesterday, but she seemed kinda out of it, and I called her cell earlier and she didn't answer."
"She… she wasn't feeling well last night," Stacy lied, covering up for her friend. "I haven't seen her yet, but when I do, I'll let her know you're looking for her."
"Alright, thanks," John, still smiling, turning to walk away.
"Wait a sec," Rob called out, causing John to turn around. "How come you look so happy, man?"
Shrugging, John laughed. "Just in a good mood, I guess. Don't forget to tell Trish I was looking for her!"
"We won't," Stacy called out, waiting until John was gone to turn towards Rob. "Do you think he's happy about Michelle? I can't tell Trish he was looking for her if that's what he wants to talk to her about. It'll crush her."
Rob sighed, pulling Stacy close him. "Well, Trish can't avoid him forever, but if it makes you feel any better, if you come with me to get something to eat really quickly, afterwards you can go find Trish and help her dodge Cena for the rest of the night. Deal?"
Kissing him, Stacy nodded. "Deal."
MEN'S LOCKER ROOM
"So, you can just sit here," Randy offered, pointing to the couch to his right.
"Thanks," Trish answered quietly, sitting down. She ran through everything she wanted to say in her head, hoping it didn't come out in gibberish. She tended to talk fast and jumble her words together when she was nervous. Part of her had no idea why she'd accepted Randy's offer to talk, especially since he and John were such good friends, but the other part of her just couldn't turn down his kindness, his willingness to help someone he wasn't very close with.
"Okay," Randy began, taking the seat on the bench across from Trish. "I'm all ears."
Instead of speaking, Trish looked up, meeting Randy's eyes. For the first time, she noticed how blue the young man's eyes were. They were deep, like an ocean, and focused directly on her. She was starting to understand why so many women loved him; he made a girl feel special, even when they barely knew each other. And the grin he almost always wore could make someone melt.
"Hey, Trish?" Randy called out, waving his hand in front of her face. She snapped out of her trance, blushing slightly when she realized she'd just zoned out. He laughed quietly, ruffling his hair as he waited for her to start talking.
"Sorry," she apologized, her cheeks still feeling warm. "I just, I was thinking about some things."
"No problem. So, what's the matter?"
"Well, it's just… I like this guy…"
"John Cena," Randy finished, grinning at the shocked expression crossing Trish's face. "It's obvious," he explained. "But go on."
"So yeah, I kind've like John. But I didn't realize it until the other night, and then I went to go talk to him, you know, to tell him how I felt, and I found him with another girl - Michelle. I know it's not his fault, because he didn't know I liked him, but I just feel so crappy about everything. I talked to Stacy and Jay about it, and they helped a little, but when I got to the arena today, I saw Michelle, and she told me that she really likes John, like, a lot. I can't try to mess with that. It's not fair to her, and certainly not to him. So now I just get to be alone."
"I'm sure you won't be alone forever," Randy protested, smirking. "Millions of guys worship you."
"But they don't know the real me. It's sweet that they care as much as they do, but I need to be with someone who knows me, and loves me for reasons other than that I'm good-looking and I have money."
"You'll find someone. I'm sure of it," Randy assured her, patting her knee lightly.
"Everyone says that, and I'm sure eventually I will, but I don't want to wait for eventually. Honestly, I want what everyone else has. Stacy and Rob, Chris and Steph, they're so happy, and I just want what they have… now, preferably."
Laughing, Randy nodded in agreement. "I feel the same way, Trish, don't worry," At the eyebrow Trish cocked in question, Randy explained, "Everyone sees me as this big player who doesn't want to settle down, but the truth is, I just don't want to settle down with the wrong person. I'll happily be in a relationship if there's some way I can guarantee that it's the right relationship. I don't wanna deal with that heartache bullshit."
"I know exactly how you feel, but I don't think you can guarantee that a relationship is the one you're gonna be in forever. That's why I thought John and I would be so great together… because we're so close, and we never fight. I just thought it was perfect. But, I guess nothing's perfect…"
"Have you talked to John about what you saw?"
Shaking her head, Trish groaned. "No. I'm not exactly sure that'd be a good idea. I don't wanna start crying in front of him or anything."
"Please don't cry," Randy begged, clasping his hands together in front of his chest. "I hate when girls cry. It breaks my heart."
Trish grinned to herself, but nodded to Randy. "Got it. No crying. I guess eventually I'll have to talk to John about what happened, but I don't think I'm ready now. He'll probably notice that I'm avoiding him soon, and then he'll confront me, and we'll probably talk about things then. I just don't want to."
"Okay, so if you had gone to John's hotel room and found him alone, what would you have said to him?"
Trish sighed. "I don't really know. When I went there, I had no set plans for what I wanted to say, but it probably would've started off with me saying how much I appreciated his friendship, and ending with, 'by the way, John, I'm in love with you'."
Randy laughed, but didn't speak.
Groaning again, Trish looked up, locking eyes with Randy. She found herself wanting to look away, but not being able to. "I just, I want the guy who brings me roses everyday and tells me how beautiful I am even when I'm wearing sweats and having a horrible hair day. I want the guy who knows me better than I know myself. He doesn't have to be extra-special or anything, ya know? Just a really sweet, thoughtful guy who really loves me."
Mentally taking note, Randy nodded, wearing his signature grin. "Don't worry, Trish. I have a feeling you'll find him soon enough."