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 TWENTY:

TRISH'S HOTEL ROOM
From her position on her bed, Trish opened her eyes and took the headphones she'd been wearing off. She paused for a moment, not sure if she'd heard a knock on the door, or if she was just going crazy. She wouldn't put it past herself. A moment later, though, there was another knock. Not crazy. That was good. Sighing, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She walked to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole. Her jaw dropped at what she saw standing on the other side of the door.

Randy stood before her, his left hand covering the left side of his face. Underneath his fingers, it was apparent that a bruise was already forming on his face, and it looked to be swelling.

"Randy, what the hell happened?" Eyes wide, Trish motioned for Randy to enter the room. After he walked in, she closed the door behind him and followed him into her room. "What happened?" She repeated.

"I, um, got hit."

"Obviously," Turning around, Trish walked to the refrigerator and took out an ice pack. She moved Randy's hand from his jaw and lightly placed the ice pack on his face, then replaced his hand. "Now, who hit you?"

"Um… John."

Trish sighed deeply and sat beside Randy. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what his problem is."

"I think I do," Randy replied, ignoring the look Trish was sending him.

"What?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it. He said some things, Trish. I don't think he's going to talk to us anytime soon."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Trish's head dropped to her chest. She closed her eyes tight. Seconds later, she felt Randy's hand on her knee. She opened her eyes and glanced up at him.

"I'm sorry," he spoke, his voice soft. He offered a small smile, but winced as he did so.

"I can't believe he did this to you," Trish replied, shaking her head. "Does it hurt?"

"A little, but I'm fine."

"I can't believe he could just throw away friendships like this. We didn't even do anything to him. I just…"

"Shhh, Trish, don't overanalyze this. It doesn't make any sense, but there's no talking to John. We just need to let him cool down for a while, and hopefully things will work out then."

"I guess."

"Look, I'm gonna get going. It's late, so we should both get to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You could stay here," Trish offered, placing her hand on top of his.

Randy shook his head. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. But I promise I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

After another small smile, followed by another wince, Randy leaned over and pressed a small kiss to Trish's cheek. Afterwards he stood and walked out of the room. Trish sat quietly until she heard the door close behind Randy. As soon as she heard the click, though, tears started forming in her eyes. She refused to fight them, instead letting tear after tear spill down her cheek. She lay back on her bed, pulling a blanket over top of her, and buried her face into the pillow beneath her head. She was now sobbing uncontrollably, shoulders shaking, head pounding. Seemingly an eternity later, she fell asleep, with tear-stained cheeks and a soaking wet pillow.

JAY'S HOTEL ROOM

Jay groaned and rolled over, searching for his ringing cell phone. The familiar song had woken him from his sleep. He checked the caller ID and picked up.

"Jay?"

"Molly?"

"Yeah, hi. I'm sorry if I woke you up."

Stifling a yawn, Jay sat up in bed. "No, no, you didn't wake me up."

"I just wanted to see what happened earlier when we were on the phone. There was a whole lot of yelling."

"Oh," Jay nodded to himself. "It was Cena. I think he's crazy."

"What'd he want?" Molly inquired curiously.

"Something about Trish and Randy. He wasn't making much sense. He's basically butting in and placing his opinions where they don't belong, and all it's doing is making him look like an ass."

"Oh," Molly replied, sighing into the phone. "This must be hard for Trish."

"It is," Jay agreed. "She'll figure everything out, though. She's smart."

"I hope so."

"I know so," Jay assured her. "But anyway…"

"Oh, yeah," Molly spoke. "There was something else I called for. Are we still on for lunch tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. I was just about to ask you about that. I've got an interview from eleven to one, but I'm free after that. So what do you say we meet up at The Diner at one-thirty?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Great."

"Yeah, so…" Molly started to speak, but a beeping from Jay's phone interrupted her.

"Hold on one sec," Jay said before flipping over to his other call. "Hello?"

"Hi, Jay."

It took a moment for Jay to recognize the voice. When he did, he spoke again. "Hey. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I was wondering if we could meet up sometime tomorrow. I need to talk to you."

"Um. Yeah. I have a interview tomorrow, but how does one-thirty sound?"

"That's fine. Meet me at the local mall, okay?"

"Sure. I'll see you there." Sighing, Jay hung up and clicked back over to Molly. "Hey," he spoke. "Change of plans?"

"Uh-oh," Molly said, her voice sounding somewhat nervous. "Change to what?"

"Nothing big, but how about we meet up at two-thirty instead?"

"Sure, that's fine. Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing," Jay assured her. "Just some business I need to take care of."

"Oh, alright."

Suddenly, there was a knocking on Jay's hotel room door. He sighed loudly. "Apparently, I'm very popular tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"There's someone at my door. Tonight must be "bother Jay night"."

"Am I bothering you?" Molly questioned.

"Oh, no, definitely not you. It just seems that everyone turns to me for help or advice tonight. And I'm not quite sure why. Hold on one sec again." Jay opened his hotel room door and took a deep breath. "Randy?"

"Jay, I need to talk to you," Randy spoke, pushing his way into Jay's hotel suite. "I'm sorry, but it's important."

Jay took one look at the bruise forming on Randy's face and he agreed. "Obviously," he spoke. "Go in there," he pointed to his room. "I"ll be in there in a minute." When Randy was gone, Jay focused his attention back on his phone. "I'm sorry, Molly, but Randy's here."

"I heard," Molly replied.

"Well, something's up, and I have to go talk to him. I'm sorry."

"No problem. Just don't forget to meet me tomorrow."

"Two-thirty. I promise." They hung up and Jay followed Randy into his room. "So," he spoke, motioning for Randy to take a seat on the bed. "What's the newest development in the Randy-Trish-John love triangle."

"Well," Randy began. "John punched me."

"Nice. John's temper has been superb lately."

Randy chuckled. "Yeah. But it's really getting to Trish. She's so upset. She doesn't want John to hate her, even though she's so upset with him. And I seriously doubt he's going to accept that we have feelings for each other."

"Maybe he will after a while. Just give him time and see what happens."

"No, I don't think so. We don't have time. This is hurting Trish. And John isn't going to accept that Trish and I have feelings for each other. There's only way to guarantee that John will stop being an asshole to everyone."

Jay shot Randy a skeptical look. "And that way is…?"

"I have to end things with Trish."

Hey everyone. It's been what, five months since I last updated? I pretty much suck lately. But here's chapter 20, and I hope everyone still enjoys the story!