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 Fourteen:
Trish smiled as she walked out of the hotel and made her way to her car. For the first time in a while, the smile on her face was a genuine one, and it made her feel good. The main reason for her mood was probably the object in her hand, held tightly between the inside of her palm and the strap of her over-stuffed duffel bag.
As she opened her trunk, she dumped her two bags inside, then headed around towards the front of the car, getting inside and turning the key until the engine revved up, quiet and calm.
As she sat in her car, ready to drive away to the next city Raw was going to be in, she paused, looking down at her right hand; smile still plastered to her face. The rose in her hand was her fifth, all of them from Randy, all of them more confusing than the last.
Though she'd gotten a rose and a card every day for five days, part of her was still always shocked when she saw Randy walking up to her, a huge grin stuck to his face. He never said anything more than 'hey', but he was always smiling, and for Trish, that said more than anything else he could've said.
Besides the times when he was giving her a rose, Randy had barely spoken to her in the past five days. She had just chalked it up to him being busy, but she had started thinking, with Stacy's help, that maybe he just didn't know what to say… or that maybe he was afraid that she'd ask about the roses, trying to discover some ulterior motive he might've had. No matter what reasons he had for his kind gestures, she was thankful for Randy and his thoughtfulness. It was taking a lot of her energy to avoid John and Michelle, but it seemed whenever she was feeling incredibly tired of dodging them, Randy would show up. He would have a flower and a card in hand, and it was like she was suddenly rejuvenated. A smile would appear on her face and stay that way for hours at a time.
Smiling, she placed the rose on the passenger seat, next to the card for day five and buckled her seatbelt, pulling out of the hotel's parking lot.
ARENA CATERING
"Randy Orton."
Glancing up from his sandwich, Randy met Stacy's playful grin, motioning for her to sit across from him. She did, placing her own sandwich and a bottle of water on the table. He swallowed some turkey and cheese, then washed it down with some Sprite before speaking. "What's up, Stacy?"
She shrugged, sipping her drink. "Rob's not here yet… he had some interview to do, and I knew it would take hours, so I came here by myself figuring I'd find Trish or Lilian or someone, but none of them are here yet."
"Yeah, I saw Trish before I left the hotel, but she wasn't ready to go then, so I'm guessing you'll have to hang with me until she does get here," he shot her a grin, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Oh, darn," she groaned sarcastically. "So, is Trish gonna be showing up with another rose by any chance?"
Randy just shrugged, suppressing a grin.
"She is, isn't she?"
"Maybe," he replied simply, taking a swig of his drink. "You'll find out when you see her."
Stacy rolled her eyes. "So, you like her, don't you?"
"You're a very nosy person, has anyone ever told you that, Miss Keibler?"
"Yes, they have," Stacy answered. "But I'm cute, so they usually give in eventually. Then again, if you like Trish, you might not be weak to my cuteness."
"Exactly."
"Exactly what? Exactly you like her or exactly you won't be weak?"
Grinning, Randy stood and picked up his wrappers from the table. "Yes."
"Yes what?" Stacy questioned, also rising and following Randy to the garbage.
"Yes."
"Randy Orton, I swear…"
"Stacy, hey."
Stacy groaned at the familiar voice, spinning around and shooting John a look. "Hi, John."
"Hey, what's with the face?"
"I was interrogating Randy, and you cut me off," she spun around, groaning even louder when she discovered that Randy was gone. "And now he's ran away, and by the time I find him again, I'll have forgotten my question."
Shrugging, John sent her an apologetic look. "Sorry, I just wanted to know if we could talk."
"Uh, sure, I guess…"
"Great, can we do it in a more private place? Like my locker room?"
Nodding, Stacy dumped the rest of her sandwich into the garbage before turning to follow John out of the catering room.
OUTSIDE THE ARENA
Trish closed her trunk with a thud, grabbing her bags from the ground as she headed towards the arena. Looking up towards the doors, she smiled at the familiar face approaching her, waiting for what she was almost positive was coming.
"Hey," Randy grinned, reaching out to grab the two biggest bags, leaving Trish with a backpack.
"Hey," Trish replied. She waited for him to say something more, but when he didn't, she spoke up. "So, have you seen Stacy?"
He nodded. "Just a minute ago. But then John asked her to go with him to talk…"
"Oh," she said, her voice disappointed. "Well, I'll find her later then."
Randy nodded again, opening the doors for Trish, then following her inside. They walked in silence until they reached the women's locker room, where they paused. Randy set her bags on the floor at his feet, then looked up, meeting Trish's eyes.
"So," she began. She was starting to question whether or not she was actually going to get a rose during this encounter with Randy.
Randy nodded, laughing inwardly as he noticed Trish squirm, obviously waiting for a rose. He took a step backwards, as if he was going to leave, then as he noticed the disappointment on her face, he smiled, pulling another rose and card from his back pocket, placing them in Trish's hand before walking away.
Trish grinned, holding the rose in one hand as she used the other to open the card. This time, it read a little differently than the previous five. She read it aloud, "Day 6 – notice a pattern yet? Only a few more left…" Curiosity filling her, Trish picked up her bags, careful not to crush the flower, and headed into the locker room.
JOHN'S LOCKER ROOM
"So, what'd you wanna talk about?"
"Well," John began, taking a seat on the couch in his room. "Trish."
Stacy nodded, obviously not surprised. "Okay. What about her?"
"Why has she been avoiding me?" John questioned, taking a seat on the couch. Stacy sat across from him on the bench, crossing her left leg over her right. "And don't tell me she's not, Stace, because I'm not dumb. I've tried to get her to come talk to me a handful of times, and every single time, she's come up with some dumb excuse. And the times she actually told me she'd come, she never did. What's going on?"
"Uhm, I…"
"Stacy…"
Groaning, Stacy raked a hand through her long hair, trying to decide what to say to John. She definitely couldn't tell him that Trish had had feelings for him, but that she'd caught him with Michelle, and that was why she was avoiding him… but she also didn't want to lie to one of her good friends. "John, to be honest, I couldn't tell you exactly why Trish is avoiding you," Blatant lie. Nice job, Stacy. "I know she's been avoiding you, but she's never mentioned to me why she's doing it. I think she's got some things going on in her life that are making her a little crazy."
John nodded like he understood; though he really didn't. "Well, can you try and get her to come see me? I just have some things I wanna share with her."
"Like what, if I can ask?"
"Just some stuff that's been going on. She's been avoiding me for days, and we never go this long without talking," John paused for a beat, his eyes darting from the floor to Stacy's eyes. "Wait, do you think she's mad at me, Stace? Maybe I did something?"
"John, I don't think you did anything. I'm not sure if she's mad, but to find out for sure you're gonna need to talk to Trish about this."
"I cant unless she stops avoiding me."
"I'll talk to her," This time, she was telling the truth. "As soon as I see her, I'll tell her to come see you. Okay?" After he nodded, Stacy patted his knee lightly, then stood, excusing herself before slipping out the door.
TRISH'S LOCKER ROOM
Trish sat Indian-style on the floor of her locker room, all six cards and roses spread out before her. Every card but the last one read the same 'Day 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5' but Day 6's card was a bit different and it made her wonder what the pattern really was. She leaned back against the wall, rewinding in her mind back to the night she had talked with Randy in the men's locker room.
He had said that she would find the perfect guy soon enough, but he hadn't meant himself, had he? As she could continued to rewind, she remembered something she had said to Randy. I want the guy who brings me a red rose everyday for no reason at all… A grin spread across her lips as she realized that Randy was doing exactly what she'd wanted her perfect guy to do. If she didn't already know that he was just a good friend trying to cheer her up, she might have started developing feelings for him.
"Just friends, Trish. You're just friends," she reminded herself, gathering the flowers up in her hand and slipping them into a water-filled vase to keep them alive. She rose to her feet and set the vase on the vanity table to her left, then pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed a familiar number.
When the voiced greeted her, Trish spoke. "Hey, where are you?"
From the other end, Stacy sighed, her voice quiet. "I just left John's locker room. He really wants to talk to you, Trish. He thinks you're mad at him, and I had no idea what I was supposed to say."
"Well, uh…"
"Trish, just go find him. Please? Tell him the truth, or even a lie, just so long as he doesn't come to me all sad and asking if you hate him or if he's done something. I feel horrible lying to him, but I can't tell him the truth," she paused for a moment, then added, "Hell, I'm not even sure I know the whole truth."
Trish groaned loudly, slapping her palm to her forehead. "I don't know how to explain that I had feelings for him, but since my timing sucks, I went to tell him at the exact moment he chose to make out with Michelle. And now I'm avoiding him and that it hurts to see him, because every time I do, I picture the two of them all over each other in front of his hotel room."
"You could just tell him that," Stacy suggested.
"Funny, but no."
"Well, you're gonna have to figure it out soon, because he made me promise to get you to go talk to him."
Grabbing her purse, she headed to the door, pulling it open. "I'll do something, I promise." She hung up the phone, dropping it into the purse as she closed the door behind her and started down the hall.
"Trish, wait…"
Trish spun around, inwardly groaning at the man approaching her. She waited until he was closer to her before she greeted him. "Hey."
John forced a smile, pulling off his baseball hat as he ran his fingers through the short dark hair on his head. "Hi, can we talk please?"
Taking a deep breath and remembering her conversation with Stacy moments earlier, she nodded. "I… yeah, we can."
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