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 Thirteen:

"Day One? What does that mean?"

Shrugging, Trish looked from the rose, to the card, to her best friend. "I have no clue."

THE NEXT DAY
As soon as the hotel room door opened, Trish pushed the flower she'd gotten from Randy right into Jay's face, a smile spread across her lips.

"Is this for me?" Jay questioned, eyeing the rose suspiciously.

"No!" Trish exclaimed, snatching it back. "It's mine, and you'll never guess who it's from."

"John?"

A hurt look crossed Trish's face, but she pushed it away and shook her head. "Nope, Randy Orton."

"Since when does Randy Orton give you flowers?"

"Since today, apparently. He just walked right up to me and gave me it, then walked away. No explanation whatsoever. And he gave me this card," she pulled it out of her back pocket, handing it over to Jay as she headed towards the table in his room, taking the seat closest to the window.

"Day one? What's that mean?"

"I don't know, but maybe that there will be a day two?"

"Maybe Randy Orton's in love with you."

Scoffing, Trish pulled a chair closer to her, propping her legs up on it as she took back her card. "Maybe Randy Orton's feeling bad for me because he knows that this whole John thing has upset me."

"Maybe, but I still think he's in love with you."

Sighing loudly, Trish shrugged. "So, Mr. Reso, where were you yesterday? I called your cell and checked the locker room, and I couldn't find you anywhere. Were you at the show last night?"

Jay nodded. "Yeah, but I showed up late. I went out to get something to eat with Chris, and we got lost. And this town sucks as far as cell signals go, so we were screwed for a while. Luckily, Vince didn't chew our heads off when we explained everything to him."

"Well good, I'm glad, but…" Stopping, Trish pulled her purse off the table, unzipping it to retrieve her cell phone, which was vibrating and ringing at the same time. She recognized the number on the text message she was receiving, a smile crossing her face. She skimmed the message, which read, 'Come to my room for a sec…' then dropped the phone back into the purse, looking up at Jay. "Alright, I gotta get going, but I'll stop by later, okay?"

Jay gave her a suspicious look, but nodded, shrugging it off.

Trish smiled and exited the room, pausing for a moment, then starting towards Randy's hotel room.

OUTSIDE RANDY ORTON'S HOTEL ROOM
Taking a deep breath, Trish raised her hand to knock, stopping when the door opened just seconds later. "Hey," she greeted, her smile wide.

Randy matched her smile, but said nothing. Instead, he stepped out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him as he leaned against it; his eyes focused on Trish.

Just as she was about to speak, Randy pulled his arm out from behind his back, revealing another rose, with yet another card attached. His smile grew as he watched Trish's expression. After a few moments, he stood up straight, backing away slowly. "I'll catch you later, okay?"

Trish nodded, her eyes on the card. She opened it slowly, and smiled at the cryptic note, almost the same as the first, with one slight difference. "Day Two," she read aloud, confused, yet excited.

Sliding the card in her back pocket, she held the rose close to her heart, turning around as she headed back towards her hotel room. She approached the elevator and waited for the doors to open. When they did, she looked up, the smile she'd been wearing starting to slowly fade at the sight of the person standing in the elevator.

Amy froze, not sure whether she should move or not. As the elevator doors started to instinctively close, Trish stepped inside, while Amy still didn't move, leaving the two trapped inside while the elevator slowly dropped down.

Uncomfortable, Trish faced forwards, praying for the elevator to move faster. Of course, this one time out of all of the times she'd rode the elevator, it chose this time to go unbelievably slowly as it dropped down a floor, then another. She knew it was probably just the fact that she was wishing for the elevator doors to open, so in her mind, it would take them forever to do so… but it still drove her crazy that it was taking so long.

"Uhm, Trish?"

Shaken out of her thoughts, Trish turned around slowly, meeting Amy's eyes for a split second, then focusing on her shoes.

Amy cleared her throat. Trish focused harder on her sneakers. They were black with three white stripes on either side. "Trish, I…" The shoes were obviously Adidas. And the shoelaces were red and orange. "I just wanted to tell you…"

Amy moved her foot and Trish looked up, her brown eyes meeting Amy's hazel ones, this time not looking away as she shifted nervously, her red hair falling into her eyes as she moved. Trish waited for Amy to blink, then replied. "Yeah?"

"You… well, I just wanted to say that you…"

The elevator stopped suddenly, and the doors opened. Amy picked up her bag and started towards the door, turning around towards Trish as the doors started to close. "You dropped your room key."

And the doors closed, locking Trish inside. She looked down beside her own sneakers, white and blue, also Adidas, but much cleaner than Amy's had been, and she saw her room key, lying face up, two feet from her. She bent down, picking it up, then stood slowly right as the elevator door reopened.

Stepping outside, Trish looked from her sneakers, to her room key, to her rose, then shook her head with a small smile, and headed towards her room. As she rounded a corner, she muttered to herself, "Weird day, and it's barely noon."

HOTEL ROOM 431
"Randy, hey."

Nodding at his best friend, Randy shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he leaned against the doorframe. "Hey. Can I come in for a while?"

"Sure," John replied, stepping back as Randy entered the room. "What's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Uh oh. What'd I do?"

"Nothing," Randy assured, plopping himself down on the couch in John's room. "I just wanted to talk… about stuff."

"Oh yeah?" John questioned, pulling two sodas from his refrigerator, handing one to Randy and keeping the other for himself. "What stuff?"

"Well, first of all… what exactly is going on between you and Michelle?"

John sighed, a smile coming to his lips. "I guess we're together."

"You guess?"

"I mean, we haven't defined it or anything. She's a really nice girl, we hung out for a night, and one thing led to another. And since then, we've been hanging out more and more, so I guess it's getting to be something."

"So you like her?"

John thought for a moment then nodded his head, slightly hesitant. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Interesting," Randy replied, scratching his head. "So, what's up with you and Trish?"

"Someone's full of questions today," John answered, eyeing his friend. "She's been avoiding me lately, and I have no idea why. I keep asking her to come see me so we can talk, and she says she will, then she never shows, never calls, nothing. I dunno if she's mad at me, or if something's up she just doesn't wanna talk about or what."

"Well, what'd you wanna talk about with her?"

"Just stuff in general. I wanted to talk to her about Michelle, among other things."

"You wanted to talk to her about Michelle? Have you ever thought that maybe she knows about Michelle, and she just doesn't want you to confirm it for her?"

"What? Why wouldn't she want to hear that I'm happy with someone she actually likes? Michelle's one of the only single girls around here she approves of."

Randy started to speak, but stopped himself. If John couldn't see that Trish herself was the only girl she truly approved for him, why should he go through all the trouble to tell him? "I dunno man, nevermind," he answered, shrugging to emphasize his point.

"Have you talked to her lately?" John questioned, sipping his soda before continuing. "Has she said anything's wrong?"

"No," Randy lied. "I mean, I have talked to her, but she hasn't said anything's wrong."

"When did you talk to her?"

"We've been talking a lot more lately, actually. We kind've bonded over the fact that neither of us can be with the person we care about."

"She likes someone?" John's head shot up, his face curious. "Who?"

Randy shrugged. "She didn't tell me, she just said… she said that she liked someone, but there was this big obstacle standing in her way to him."

"Well, maybe it's you she likes… and maybe that's why she wouldn't tell you who it was. And maybe that's why she's avoiding me, because she knows we're such good friends."

Or maybe she won't talk to because you're the one she's in love with, stupid. Randy spoke in his head, though out loud, he shook his head at John. "No, she doesn't like me."

John just shrugged, placing his soda can on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Whatever, man. All I know is, if she did like you, you'd be a lucky guy."

Nodding, Randy cleared his throat. "Yeah, I guess. She is a really great person. She's so smart, and when we talked, it wasn't weird. We were both just really honest, and it felt good. I can't be honest like that with most people. But with Trish, it just came naturally. It felt like I've known her forever," Pausing, Randy grinned up at John. "Plus, she's gorgeous. That doesn't hurt anything."

"Wow, I knew it."

"Knew what?" Randy questioned, confused.

"You. Randy, I'm not sure if you even see it, but," John paused for a moment, smirking at the look on his friend's face. "Randy, you're in love with Trish."

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