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 NINETEEN:

"John, man, wait…" Randy sighed deeply and looked at Trish. Trish shrugged and closed her teary brown eyes. Randy watched her for a moment, then spoke. "Do I go after him?"

Trish shrugged again. Randy could tell she probably wasn't going to be much help, so he hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the room.

IN THE HALLWAY
"Well, yeah, if you want to hang out tomorrow, we could do that. Yeah, I…"

"Jay, I need to talk to you."

Jay looked up at John and rolled his eyes. He moved his cell phone from his face and covered the speaker. "I'm kind of on the phone, man."

"This is important, Reso. I need to talk to you about something."

"John…"

"JAY, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!"

Jay rolled his eyes and turned his back to John. "Hey, I have to go… yeah, I'll call you later. Yep, of course. Okay, see ya later." Jay smiled and closed his phone, then turned around on his heels and faced John. "Now, what the hell is so important that I couldn't even finish my phone call?"

"I need to talk to about something."

"Yeah, thanks, but I got that much."

John sighed and ran his hands through his short dark hair. His eyes darted around wildly as he paced back in forth in front of Jay. "Man… I saw something earlier. And it freaked me out, so I went to get to the bottom of it, and I found out something I wish I hadn't. And now I don't know what to do."

"Well, you're being incredibly vague about what it is you saw, so there's not much I can do to help until you tell me what the hell you're talking about."

"I…"

"You…" Jay impatiently watched as John searched for the right words.

Taking a deep breath, John stopped in front of Jay and met his eyes. "I saw Trish and Randy kiss. And then I saw them in Randy's hotel room when I went to go talk to him about it."

"Oh."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Well, I kind of already knew…"

John laughed. "That's great. I'm guessing everyone knew but me, right?"

"Look, man, I'm sure everyone didn't know. But I am Trish's best friend… it's sort of expected that she'd tell me, ya know?"

"Yeah, sure," John replied, shrugging. He turned his back to Jay for a moment, then whirled back around. "What the hell is with this, though? How could she not tell me? I thought we were friends!"

"Well," Jay began, eyeing John carefully. "Maybe she was afraid of how you'd react, cause, I mean…"

"If she'd just told me the truth, I wouldn't have reacted like this."

"I seriously doubt that. She was afraid. But man, why are you reacting like this? I mean, you're dating Michelle. And Trish didn't know about her before you did that. Why is this different?"

John stared at Jay like the answer was obvious. "Man, Trish and Randy are my best friends. I care about them both. Why wouldn't they say anything to me? And why would Trish assume I would freak out?"

"Because she knows you?" Jay suggested. He sighed deeply and leaned against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched John pace back and forth in front of him. "She would've told you eventually, John. You mean a lot to her, and to Randy. They didn't exactly know what was going on with them yet. But I can assure you, they weren't trying to keep it from you."

"It's just not right, Jay. Randy's not right for her."

"Your two best friends who you supposedly care about so much aren't right for each other? And why is that?"

John hesitated for a moment, then stopped in front of Jay. "Dude, why are you questioning me so much? I know them both well and I don't seem them as being right for each other. I just… I don't think this is right."

Pushing himself off the wall, Jay took a step toward John so that their eyes were level. "You know," he began, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "You say that you 'just know' that they aren't right for each other." He used air-quotes to emphasize his skepticism of the situation. "But I really think you need to evaluate your situation, Cena, and ask yourself why it is that you're so against your two best friends, the two people you supposedly care about most, being happy. If they want to be together, it's their decision. They can't work their feelings for each other around you being content. You're being selfish."

"I don't even know why I came to you," John shook his head and balled his hands into fists. "You don't get it."

"What I don't get," Jay countered "Is why you're acting like such an ass. You don't want Trish and Randy to be happy. The most important people in your life, but you want them to just sit there alone and watch you be happy with Michelle. That's bullshit."

"Whatever," John responded, turning his back to Jay. "Thanks so much for your help, buddy." He spoke, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Yeah, thanks for enlightening me on how to treat my real friends. Before today, I'd always been happy when my friends found happiness. But that's not what 'real friends' do, right, John?"

"Fuck you." John shot back, whipping his head around to shoot Jay a cold look, and then he turned back around and walked away. After he was around the corner, Jay shook his head and pulled his cell phone back out of his pocket and press number 3 on his speed dial.

OUTSIDE RANDY'S HOTEL ROOM
Trish closed the door to Randy's room and reached into her purse to pull out her ringing cell phone. She looked at the number, then answered. "Hey, Jay."

"Trish, I think you might have a problem," Jay explained, anger still in his voice.

"Trust me, I already know that."

"You might know, but I just got done talking to John, and I think he's fallen off the deep end. He was going nuts."

"Great," Trish replied, shaking her head. "This is too much drama for me. I just want it to go away."

Jay scoffed. "Yeah, well, good luck."

"I'm going to need it. Well, thanks for the heads up."

"No problem. Seriously, good luck."

"Thanks, Jay, I love you."

"Love you too, babe. Call me later."

"Yep. Bye." The phone clicked and Trish hung up. Sighing deeply, she looked through her phone book and debated calling Randy to see how his John search was going, but she decided against it, just in case he'd actually found John. That would cause even more problems. After a moment's hesitation, she headed back towards her room, deciding she'd call Randy later to see how things had gone.

OUTSIDE THE LOBBY
Randy took a deep breath and started walking forward towards John. He'd spotted him standing alone in an empty hallway across from the lobby. John hadn't spotted him yet, so he could've disappeared if he wanted to, but he figured he should just get the confrontation over with, for everyone's sake.

"John…"

John turned his head towards Randy, his eyes dull and cold. His facial expression didn't change, he just stared.

"I know you're pissed, man, but I can explain."

"Really." It wasn't a question as much as it was a statement.

"Yeah. We planned on telling you, John, I swear. We just didn't know what was going on with us. We had to figure out how we were feeling before we could tell anyone."

"I heard the story already."

"From who?"

John smirked. "Jay, because apparently he was aware of what was going on, but me, your best friend had no fucking clue."

"John…"

"Randy, I don't care, alright? I hope you and Trish are fucking happy together for the rest of your fucking lives. Seriously."

"You sound like you care."

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do then."

"Man, will you stop it?" Randy sighed. "Can we just talk about this like men?"

"There's nothing to talk about. You and Trish are together, and happy, and I wasn't important enough to know about it. I see how things are. You tell Trish that I wish you two the best of luck. I'll be happy with Michelle, you can be happy with Trish, and we don't have to talk about anything again. Okay? Great." After an eyeroll, John turned to walk away, but Randy grabbed him by the arm, causing him to spin back around so that they were face to face.

"What is your problem? Just because we didn't tell you that we've kissed once, our friendship is over? That's stupid. We've been friends for years. You can't do this."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, thank you very much," John snarled, pulling his arm from Randy's grip. "Now, I'm going to walk away and you're going to let me." John waited for a moment, then turned around again, this time taking a few steps.

Randy shook his head and reached out for John's arm again. He missed, but caught the sleeve of his jersey. He wrapped his fingers around it. "John, come on…"

"Let go of me now."

"Dude, please."

John sighed and pulled his arm free again. He made a fist with his right hand and turned around, connecting his fist with Randy's jaw. Randy gasped and fell back a few steps, his hand going up to cradle his mouth. He looked up, his blue eyes wide and full of pain, emotional as well as physical. John showed no emotion. He kept Randy's gaze for a moment, then turned and walked away, not looking back.

So... it's been a long time since I've updated, sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'll try to finish the next one soon. So let me know if you're still liking the story. Thanks!