A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. Again, I don't own WWE or any of the characters...Vince does. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3

"Lines & Words"

"I can't believe I have to work with John Cena." Trish lies down on her hotel bed with Amy lying right beside her as the two stare up at the ceiling. "Cena of all people." The blonde Canadian stresses deeply on the thought for what seemed to be an hour now. "Why do I even have to be paired up with someone? It's not like I need a knight in shining armor to protect me." Amy turns to face her best friend and grins.

"Hey I think it's cool that you and I finally get to work together though. It's been forever!" Amy attempts to drop the subject of her and John Cena working together for it was beginning to get on her nerves.

Trish turns to the redhead and smiles. "That's one thing I'm actually looking forward to."

"What are you afraid of anyway?" She asks curiously.

Trish pursed her lips and shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't want him to get...yah know," she half-shrugged this time, "attached…"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Cena is right, you are conceited!"

"Hey!" They both chuckled as Trish playfully smacks her with the pillow she previously was resting on. "I'm really serious about this."

Amy pouts for her sake. "I guess I should expect it since it's the same routine all the time. Whenever the writers pair you up with one of the male wrestlers, you end up falling for them. First Jeff Hardy, then Chris--"

"I get it." Trish stops her from going any further as she heaved a deep sigh.

The redhead bit her lip shamefully. "I'm sorry. But now I know where you're coming from." She looks at her with genuine concern. "Just don't be…" she pauses in mid-sentence, "well…nice to him. You tend to show your soft side and guys get the wrong idea."

"Oh, I'm not planning to." She puts on a serious face just thinking about the time at the gym when he was being a complete asshole to her. Silence fell upon them till they heard a loud knock on the door. Trish groans lazily just the thought of getting out of bed as Amy began pushing her off to answer it.

"Hey, this is your room. I'm just crashing." Amy smirks once Trish was giving her the dirty look.

"Alright, I'm coming!" The blonde yells out as the bang on the door got louder and louder. Amy chuckles from behind. 'It better not be Stacey,' Trish thought, knowing with her around, she would have to suffer another hour of her rambling about John Cena. As she turned the knob and opens the door, Trish yawns and lifts her fatigue eyes at the figure standing before her. They widened as a familiar face with a buff physique looked at her with his infamous smirk.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Randy!" Trish smiled as she jumped up in his arms and felt him lift her slightly off the ground with his arms around her slim waist. He placed her down as they gaze at each other's eyes. "It's been weeks and you haven't even called once!" She playfully punches him on the shoulder.

He shrugged. "Hey, I haven't heard from you either."

"I've been busy."

"That makes the both of us." Silence fell upon them when suddenly Randy looks past Trish's shoulder and finds Amy standing right behind her. "Hey, Amy." He greeted with a quick wave in the air.

"Randy boy," she smirks.

"You guys are having a slumber party and I didn't get invited?" Randy says dramatically with a hand placed over his chest. Trish and Amy just rolled their eyes.

"So how's Smackdown treating yah?" Amy asks curiously as she leaned against the door.

"It's alright I guess. I miss hanging around with you guys though."

Trish pursed her lips. "I know what you mean. We don't see Christy and Stacey as often anymore. But that's only when we hit the gym or go out after a show. Traveling wise, no," she broke off and continues, "Well I think I've seen enough of Stacey anyway." Amy chuckles as Randy lifts a curious brow.

"Why? You and Stacey not cool anymore?"

Trish brushes her blonde hair back and smirks. "No, we're cool. It's--" she bit her lip, "a long short story."

Randy furrowed his eyebrows.

"So why are you really here?" Amy smirks, for she assumed that he didn't come here to drop by and say hi.

"Well Adam, John, Dave, Matt, Stacey, Ashley, and myself are about to go and get some breakfast and we thought maybe you lovely ladies would like to join us."

Trish and Amy exchange looks and smiles. The idea all of a sudden excited them for it's been awhile since they last hung out together as a group. "Sure, you think they wouldn't mind waiting for about an hour?"

Randy rolls his eyes, "If you must. I'll just tell them it's going to be lunch instead."

"Hey! We don't take that long." Amy protested.

"I know you don't, but Trish…" Randy didn't go any further once she snapped him an evil glare. He gulps as he averted from her intense look. "Okay, we'll wait at the lobby. You ladies take your time."

Once Randy reached the lobby of the hotel, he spotted his best friend in the wrestling federation waving him from the lounge area. He waved over to a few of the other guys standing near the foyer as he makes his way over to John Cena. "Hey, man." The so-called legend killer greeted as he takes a seat across from him on one of the arm chairs. John lifts his eyes off from the papers he was reading and gave his male companion the nod.

"What's up, homie?"

"Nothing just wondering what you're doing?"

"Let me guess," John Cena tilts his head to the side, "you just invited the girls and now we fellas have to wait for a few more hours."

Randy chuckles. "Yeah, that's about it." John smirks. "What?"

"Can we just ditch them? I mean by the time we go to the restaurant breakfast is already over."

"Then I guess we'll be settling for lunch."

John groans reluctantly at the thought as he could hear his stomach grumbling in hunger. Randy turned to him and laughed at the sound. "What's that?" He asks noticing the papers he was still holding in his hand.

John lifts them up, flipping the papers and shrugging his shoulders in response. "Oh it's just a script."

"New storyline?"

"Yeah. Can you believe it? I'm working with Trish Stratus now."

Randy lifts his eyebrows and smirked. "Good for you, man."

John scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Yeah…right."

"What? I thought you've always wanted to work with Trish Stratus."

"Yeah, but that's before I found out she's a total conceited bitch in person."

"Hey now," Randy defends her. "Trish is my homegirl. Don't be saying shit like that when you don't even know her."

"Whatever," he muttered as he stares at the script before him, "hey…can you help me out here?"

"Hmm?"

"I need help rehearsing my lines for tonight's Raw taping."

"Uhhh…sure," Randy responds reluctantly after a brief pause.

"Aiite, cool. I need you to play Trish's part."

"What!" His eyes widen as soon as John handed him the script.

"Don't be a chicken shit and just fuckin' do it!"

"You did not just call me a chicken shit," Randy muttered angrily under his breath.

John rolls his eyes. "Just do it! It's not that long."

Randy sighs in defeat and begins flipping through the pages for the sake of his best friend. "So where do I start?"

"The first page at the top."

Randy sighs and reads: "Hey, Cena. I'm glad I found you. Listen, I just want to thank you for helping me back there." Randy rolls his eyes after finishing reading the line. John shot him a look. "What?"

"That's lame! You can do better than that."

He groans and clears out his throat. "Ohhhhhh Cena," he changes his tone to a high pitch voice, allowing John to raise his eyebrows in amusement, "thanks for helping me back there." Randy exaggerates as John fell back on the chair laughing. "Damn it!" He cursed out of frustration. "Fuck this!"

"Dude, you didn't have to be that gay…"

Randy threw the papers at his face. "I'm not doing this."

John's laughter slowly subsided, "Come on. Just finish the line."

"No! This is an insult to Trish."

The champ just rolled his eyes, "Whatever. You suck."

"The next part is where Trish kisses you on the cheek." Randy reads as John gives him a disgusted look. "Do you really want to come to that?"

"Gross! I am no longer rooming with you, buddy." He joked as the two share a laugh. After an hour has passed, the ladies finally stepped out from the elevator. John finally stopped laughing as his eyes fell upon one particular diva. He lifted his eyebrows at her stunning appearance for she looked even hot in normal clothes. "Damn, she's fine!" He blurted out as Trish looked up and caught John staring at her. One quick wave to her friend Randy as she glares intensely at Cena. "And she hates me." Randy looks at him and chuckles.

A/N: Hope you like it! Next chapter will give you some insight of Trish's past.