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 Sixteen:
OUTSIDE THE ARENA
Trish stood still, her eyes still glued to the door Randy had walked into at least five minutes earlier. She reached her fingers up, lightly pressing them to her lips, still feeling Randy's kiss there. Her lips curled upward in a small smile and she turned around, getting into her car and starting up the engine.
INSIDE THE ARENA
"Orton, wait up!"
Randy paused, watching as Jay approached him. They fell into step together, walking in silence for a few moments. "What's up, Jay?"
Jay sighed, running a hand through his short blonde hair. "Well, I wanted to ask you what's going on with you and Trish. I know your reputation, and you're a nice guy and all, but if you hurt her, I hurt you."
"I got it," Randy replied, nodding. "I don't plan on hurting her, Reso, okay? I actually like her. Really like her. I'm not exactly sure if she feels the same, but if she does, I won't do a thing to hurt her. Not like John did."
"Yeah, but that wasn't John's fault."
Randy shrugged. "He still hurt her."
"So you really like her?"
"Really."
"Are you going to do anything about it?"
"I kind of already did…"
Jay's eyes widened a little. "…You did?"
"Yeah," Randy nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. "I kind've… kissed her."
"Whoa! When did this happen?"
"A little while ago. She was leaving to go for a drive to calm down or something, and I told her I'd just catch her later, but she wanted me to tell her now… so I did. And then I kissed her."
"Wait, why would she need to calm down?"
"She was upset about something, and even though she didn't say what it was, I'm sure I have an idea of what… or rather who, upset her so much."
Jay looked up, meeting Randy's eyes for a brief moment, before both of them nodded their heads in sync, speaking at the same time, "John."
IN HER CAR
Trish groaned as she felt a raindrop hit her arm. She glanced up at the sky – which was rapidly growing darker – it was obviously going to rain. She groaned again and rolled up her window, making a left turn as she did so. "Back to the arena I go," she spoke aloud. She groaned for a third time, this time much louder than the previous, as she heard her cell phone's new ringtone, an Eminem song, start to play.
She cursed her timing, and pulled over to the side of the road right as the ringing stopped. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward, pulling the phone from her purse. Checking the caller ID, she realized that it had been Stacy who called her. She dialed the number back and waited as it started to ring.
"Trish, I didn't think you were gonna call me back!"
"I was driving," she explained, buckling her belt back up. "So I pulled over to see who called."
"Well good… where are you?"
"Uhm, a few miles from the arena? I'm not sure of the exact location, but its not too far."
"Good," Stacy sighed, sounding relieved. "There's a severe thunderstorm warning for the whole county, and they said the winds could get pretty dangerous. And it's getting pretty dark already, so I just think maybe you should head back here."
Trish grinned at Stacy, ever the worrier she was. "Yes, mom, I'll be there in a little bit."
"Okay, and Trish?"
"Yeah?"
"How come you left in the first place?"
Trish groaned, rolling her eyes. "It was nothing – just the same stupid drama that's always plaguing my life. I'm over it, Stace, so don't worry. I'll be there in a little bit."
"Stupid drama involving John, Randy, both?"
"John specifically, but I guess both."
"You guess?"
"Yeah, I guess… there was drama with John, and then Randy showed up," Trish paused for a moment, but then realized how her sentence had come out. "I didn't mean that Randy caused drama… just confusion."
"How?"
"Well I was upset after my conversation with John, and I just wanted to get out of there, so I decided to go for a drive…"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I went outside, but Randy saw me and asked where I was going, and then he said he had something to tell me. He gave me another flower and card – Day 7," she paused again, recalling the moment in her mind. "Then I started to ask him what was up with the whole flower and card thing, but he answered my question before I even asked."
"Okay…" Stacy spoke excitedly, waiting for her best friend to continue.
"He said there was one more thing, and then moved closer to me, and… and he kissed me, Stace."
"OHMYGOD!" Stacy screeched, loud enough that Trish pulled the phone from her ear, and Rob, who was obviously in the room, called out, asking what was wrong. "Sorry," she apologized quietly to Rob, before turning her attention back to her phone. "Are you serious, Trish?"
"As a heart attack."
"Oh my god, this is so amazing! And what did he do next?"
"Nothing… well, not nothing, exactly. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand, then he just turned around and went back into the arena. And then I just left."
"Wow, your life is so much more exciting than mine."
Rob called out again, "Hey, your life is plenty exciting, young lady."
"My life is too drama-filled to be exciting, Stacy. The drama takes out all the fun that's going on. I'd much rather have things be simple and boring."
"Yeah, well… so what are you gonna do?"
"I have no clue," Trish sighed exasperatedly. "I guess I'll figure it out as I go along. But right now, I think I need to head back to the arena because it's almost dark now, and I don't this place well enough to navigate in the dark."
"Alright, find me when you get here."
WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM
"Stacy, have you seen Trish?"
Stacy smirked up at Randy, shaking her head. "I just talked to her a little while ago, and she said she'd be here in a little bit."
"You mean she's still out? It's pouring out there and she doesn't know where she's going!"
"Randy, calm down. She said she wasn't far away."
Stepping into the locker room, Randy groaned. "I'm just gonna wait here until she comes back. Just to make sure she's alright and everything."
"We know about the kiss, dude," Rob informed the younger man, grinning. "It's about time."
"Uhm, yeah, I guess," Randy replied, shrugging. "Whatever you say." He checked his watch and tapped his foot against the floor as he waited for Trish to return. The storm was getting increasingly worse by the second, and he needed to know that she was safe.
"I think you're good for her, Randy," Stacy commented, smiling at the young man. "I think…"
Before Stacy could finish her thought, the locker room door burst open and soaking wet Trish appeared before everyone. "Uh, h... hey guys," she greeted, her teeth clattering.
"Trish!" Randy jumped up and pulled her towards him, ignoring his feeling of awkwardness over their kiss earlier. "God, you're freezing." He led her to the couch in the room, sitting her down on it just as Stacy placed a blanket over her shivering form.
"I told you it was getting bad," Stacy pointed out, fighting the urge to stick her tongue out at her friend. She decided against it, seeing Trish's shaking body, lips blue, and clothes sticking to her body.
"Are you alright?" Randy questioned, rubbing his hands up and down Trish's arms for warmth.
"I'm… I'm fine, Randy, th… thanks."
Randy nodded, though not convinced and took Trish's hands in his own, squeezing them for warmth.
Stacy grinned as she watched the couple, nudging Rob in the side to get his attention. She motioned with her head to the sight before her; Randy Orton on his knees in front of Trish, more concerned than he'd probably ever let on to people.
"They're perfect for each other," Stacy commented, a smile still playing at her lips. "I think we need to help them along a little."
Rob groaned quietly, as though he was reading his girlfriend's mind. "What do you mean, Stace?"
"Well, they're both incredibly stubborn," Stacy explained. "And they'll never admit their true feelings… so I think it's up to us to hook them up."
LATER THAT NIGHT
Trish watched from the gorilla position as Randy pinned Triple H yet again, and she inwardly cheered as he slowly climbed up onto the turnbuckles and posed for fans. He was such a star, always aware of the cameras, and always ready when they were on him.
"Hey there, like the match?"
Glancing up, Trish grinned at Randy and nodding. "You did a decent job."
Randy smirked, but nodded his hand. "Well thank you, Miss Trish."
An awkward silence fell between the two and Trish suddenly felt uncomfortable, not knowing what to say.
Reading her mind, Randy spoke, "So, I uhm… about earlier…"
"Yeah, I was wondering about that."
"I… I'm sorry if I was too forward, but I…"
"You weren't too forward," Trish smiled and took a small step forward.
"Good because I really liked it," he paused for a second to take Trish's hand in his own. "And I kind of want to do it again." He waited for an objection, but when he got none, Randy closed the gap between himself and Trish and leaned down, gently pressing his lips to hers in their second kiss of the night. The kiss intensified moment by moment, with Trish pushing herself against Randy as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Randy replied by gently sliding his tongue inside her mouth, examining every crevice.
After a few more seconds they both pulled away, breathless. Both wearing wide smiles, they separated slightly, but still held onto each others' hands as they locked eyes, ignoring the rest of the world…
… Including the man watching them from across the hallway, his blue eyes unusually dark at the sight of the couple before him.
I actually really like this chapter, so opinions the same as mine or different would be awesome! Thanks guys!