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 Fifteen:
JOHN CENA'S LOCKER ROOM
"So, what did you wanna talk about?"
John sighed, taking a seat across from Trish. "Well, you've been avoiding me. I just want to know why. Did I do something, or…?"
She felt horrible. "No, John, you didn't."
"So what's going on?"
"I… it's complicated," she paused, meeting his eyes for a moment, "Things have been going on, and that's no reason for me to be ignoring you, but I have been. I'm sorry, honestly, you didn't deserve it."
John nodded slowly, his eyes trained on his hands, cupped together in front of him. "Okay, but you haven't been ignoring Stacy, or Randy Orton for that matter, so why me?"
Oh, you're caught, Trish thought to herself. She'd lied, hoping it would work, but she'd forgotten that John wasn't stupid. He knew that it was only him she'd been ignoring and he wanted to know why. She met his eyes again, but this time, it was him who turned away, his face blatantly showing the hurt he was feeling. "John, it's complicated…"
"I know," John replied, his voice quiet and even. "You said that already."
"I don't know how to explain it," she paused for a moment. "But…"
"How about you tell the truth?"
"John… you didn't do anything, okay? It's me. I'm not even sure what's going on, but it's really complicated. I'm not lying to you. Once I understand my feelings, I'll explain them to you. Until then, I need to go." Before John could say any more, Trish stood and headed out the door.
MEN'S LOCKER ROOM
"For the last damn time, I'm not gay!"
Laughter filled the men's locker room, which consisted of Randy Orton, Rob Van Dam, Chris Jericho, and Jay, who was currently the target of all the jokes going around between the men. It seemed that Trish, who'd been the first to accuse Jay of quote-unquote being 'gay', had mentioned the little incident to many of her friends, most of whom were also friends of Jay.
"We're just kidding, Jay," RVD assured, slapping the Canadian on the back. "We really don't think you're gay."
"Speak for yourself, Junior," Jericho replied, pushing some long blonde hair from his eyes. "The boy hasn't had a girlfriend in months, and he hasn't even mentioned liking someone in I don't know how long."
"I think I know why that is," The group of men turned towards the door where the voice belonging to Shelton Benjamin had come from. "I think you like someone you can't have, and you don't wanna tip it off by telling anyone anything about her."
"Who in the hell are you talking about?" Jay questioned, arching a confused eyebrow.
Shelton rolled his eyes, giving a look that said he thought Jay's 'crush' should've been obvious, but he informed them anyway, "Trish Stratus," he explained, pulling up a chair in between Randy and Chris as he waited for Jay's response.
After a moment of silence, Jay shook his head back and forth a few times, then turned towards Randy. "Help me here, Orton," he begged, clasping his hands together in a pleading action.
"Help you with what?" Randy inquired.
"You have to know I don't like Trish. You're the one who likes her," he looked pointedly at Shelton before turning back to Randy. "I don't like Trish like that, alright Benjamin? She's one of my best friends… maybe my best friend, and I've never thought of her like that."
"Well, is there someone else?" Rob questioned.
"No…"
Chris nodded his head around at the group. "Yeah, there's someone."
"Who is it, Jay?"
Jay looked over to Randy, who looked interested. "It's nobody. Just…" Jay silently thanked God when the door opened, cutting him off and turning everyone's attention to John, who stormed in the room and slammed the door behind him, pushing past the group of chairs taking up most of the width of the room.
"Problem, Cena?" Shelton asked, pulling his chair out of John's way. Rob looked down, wondering internally if John's mood had something to do with the fact that Trish was supposed to go see him.
"Nope. I'm peachy fucking keen, thanks," John retorted, heading into the bathroom and reappearing with a bottle of hair gel in his hand.
Randy opened his mouth to speak, wanting to get to the root of his best friend's problem, but he stopped himself, pretty sure that he knew what John's problem was: Trish. And if he was right, and John's problem was Trish, then there wasn't much he could do. Choosing between his loyalty to both John and Trish was too hard, so his only option was to stay out of the way.
"Hey, what's your problem?" Jericho questioned as John stormed back past the group, shoving a chair out of his way as he did so. John just ignored him, sitting on a bench and pulling his duffel bag up onto his lap. He dropped his hair gel in the bag and zipped it up, tossing it to the side as he looked up at Chris.
"It's nothing, alright? Am I not allowed to be a bad mood every once in a while?"
"You are," Shelton began, speaking for Chris. "But you're always in a good mood, so why would you randomly be so angry? Someone or something has you pissed off pretty good."
"I just hate being lied to, that's all," John responded, pausing to look at all the men occupying the room, his eyes resting for a moment too long on Rob and Randy, then stood and headed towards the door.
When he was gone, Chris shrugged at the group. "Okay, so now the mystery is who lied to him…" Shelton nodded in agreement, but Rob and Randy both looked at each other, sharing knowing looks.
THE NEXT DAY: WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM
"Alright, I'm chopping all of my hair off," Lilian growled, throwing her brush down onto the vanity table before her. "Give me the scissors."
Trish laughed, though her mood wasn't very happy at the moment. She stood and walked over to where Lilian sat, picking up the brush and running it through her friend's hair. "You're not chopping anything off, missy. I'll fix it."
Relaxing, Lilian leaned back against the chair and watched Trish through the mirror as she struggled to tame her long blonde locks. It was hard to miss the distraught look on the women's champion's face, and Lilian caught it, worrying filling her features. "Is everything okay, Trish? You look…"
Trish paused for a minute, meeting Lilian's eyes through the mirror before looking back down. "I look what?"
"Upset? Confused? I dunno, something that's not happy."
"I'm fine… there, your hair's tamed," she pulled the hairspray off the table and sprayed a small amount onto Lilian's stray hairs, pushing them down with her hand.
"Are you sure you're okay? Did you maybe fight with someone? Someone like…"
Trish sat, waiting for Lilian to finish her sentence, not wanting to be the one to blurt anything out first.
"Like John?"
"I… well, kinda. We talked for the first time since I saw him and Michelle, and it didn't go as I'd hoped it would."
"Well," Lilian pointed out. "You have been ignoring him for days, and before this whole fiasco you two didn't go an hour without talking. I mean, you had to know he'd think something was up."
"Something is up, Lil, but it's not something I can talk to him about."
"Point is: you like John, right?"
"I did…"
"Okay, you did… and now he's with Michelle, and that sucks for you, seriously, but do you really wanna jeopardize your relationship with John just because he found someone who wasn't afraid to share their feelings for him?"
Trish shrunk back, stung. Lilian was the nicest person she knew, and if even she was telling her how dumb she'd been to keep her feelings inside for so long, then she really was dumb.
Noticing the offended look on her friend's face, Lilian started to take back what she said. "God, Trish, that came out so bad… I'm sorry…"
"No, you're right. I can't sit here feeling bad for myself and avoiding and lying to someone I considered my best friend just because I was too stupid to tell the truth about my feelings. If I wasn't such a jackass, I would've just walked up to John and said, 'Hey guess what? I like you. Like me too?' but I was scared. And now I have to pay for it."
"Wait, Trish…"
Trish shook her head, standing. "No, you were right, Lilian. Don't feel bad for me. I just need to go clear my head and try to make things right," she headed to the door, turning back to Lilian before she left. "Thanks, Lil. Seriously."
OUTSIDE THE ARENA
Randy watched from his car as Trish emerged from the arena, shielding her eyes from the sun as she headed towards her own vehicle. He followed a few steps behind her, waiting until she was almost to the driver's side door before he lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
She jumped and turned around, clutching her chest as she groaned loudly. "Give me a heart attack."
Randy laughed and apologized. He noticed the keys in her hand and asked, "Where you going?'
"I dunno… away. I just kind of need to clear my head."
"Oh, everything okay?"
"Yeah, I guess. Some things are a little clearer now, and I just need to sort everything out in my head."
"Okay well, I guess I'll see you later…"
"Did you want something?"
Smiling softly, Randy nodded. "Well, no, it's nothing. It's not the right time."
"Sure it is… what's up?"
Trish watched as Randy fidgeted, something she'd never seen him do, shifting from foot to foot, his hands behind his back.
She grinned. "Is it a flower, Randy? Day 7 or something?"
Half-smiling, Randy pulled the rose and card out from behind his back and handed them to Trish, watching intently as she smelled the rose and read the card.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Randy shook his head, his eyes glued to Trish's. "Wait, there's one more thing."
"What is it?"
"Remember when I said I thought you'd find the right guy soon?"
Suspicious, Trish nodded. "Yeah…"
"Well…" Randy smiled, clasping his hands together behind his back as he leaned down, moving closer and closer to Trish…
… Until his lips finally met hers in a kiss.
I wasn't going to update this again yet, but I did by request. THANKS FOR ENJOYING THE STORY EVERYONE.