A/N: This chapter focuses on Trish's past and you'll see how Randy is involved in the mix. It will make more sense as the story goes along so enjoy and don't forget to review!

Chapter 4

"Hostile"

After John and Trish did their segment backstage, Trish wiped her lips after giving John a peck on the cheek as the cameras went off. Two glared down at each other with pure hatred after doing their part. They were now alone in the hallway when suddenly Amy's sudden approach eases the tension mounting between them. "What's up, guys?" Trish turns to her redhead friend and smiles in relief at the sight of her. She couldn't stand being alone with John Cena even for a second.

"Hey, Amy. I hope I didn't hit you too hard on the head." Her eyes were filled with concern after their match a few moments ago. It happened during a match for the women's title between Trish and Lita. With the help of Edge, it caused Lita an automatic DQ and just when they were about to torture Trish some more John Cena comes out to stop it.

"Hey, it's all in the script." Amy smirks, but appreciated her concern. "And I don't blame you. Well, maybe the writers," she added, "That chick kick is pretty deadly, but I got used to it." Trish sticks her tongue out playfully. Moments later, Adam appears from down the hallway with an icepack on his head. All eyes turn to him.

"You okay, man?" John was the first to say something, noticing how physically hurt he looked as he watches him walk unsteadily towards their direction. "Sorry about the chair shot."

"It wasn't the chair." Adam grunted in pain. "It was the chick kick." Trish and Amy looked at each other and laughed.

"Wow, didn't think Cena would hit like a girl." Trish teased as the thug himself shot her a dirty look.

"Man, I should have left your helpless ass out there in the ring." John scoffed, causing Amy and Adam to raise their eyebrows in surprise.

Trish glares at him. "You're a complete jackass you know that?"

John brushes off the comment, "whatever," he muttered and headed towards the opposite direction.

Amy bit her lip. "Why are you being so hard on him, Trish?" She asks curiously once it was only the three of them standing in the hallway.

The blonde Canadian just shrugged her shoulders, "Like I said he's a complete jackass."

"And you're not?" Adam added with a smirk as Trish shot him a dirty look.

"I hate to say it, but he's right." Amy finally admits honestly. "I think you're being a little hard on him."

"Funny how I remember a few days ago you telling me to not be so nice to him," The blonde stated in a mocking tone as Amy bit her lip, recalling the conversation they had. "Besides, it was only a joke!" Trish protested. "I didn't mean it when I said that he hits like a girl. I'm sure he hits like a rock."

"Oh yeah, he does." Adam adds as he winces in pain from the hitting he took from the champ aside from Trish's devastating finisher.

"I'm only messing with him." Trish tries to explain her actions. "He's still a newbie to me and after hearing so much about how a badass gangsta he is," she says this while rolling her eyes, "I just thought I toy with his head a bit." But before she could say anything else, her thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of her ring tone playing 'My Humps' by Black Eyed Peas. She grunted while digging through her purse and taking out her cell phone.

"Hello?" She answered. "Oh hey, Randy." Adam and Amy looked at each other and smirked. "Uh huh…well I'm about to head over to the hotel." There was a small pause. "Yeah, I'll be there in about an hour or two. I need to get dressed. Oh thanks." A smile suddenly crept over her face. "Uh huh…room 209? Okay, got it. I'll see you later then. Okay, bye." She hung up the phone and stuffed it back inside her purse. Trish looks up and receives questioning stares from both Adam and Amy. "What?"

The redhead grins. "Does this mean you and Randy are finally patching things up?"

"No!" Trish rolls her eyes. "Besides, what is there to patch up? We only dated for a few months." Amy turns to Adam with her head tilted to the side as she gives him the look he knew very well. He nodded his head, knowing it's time for their girl talk.

"I'll be in the men's locker room." Adam tells her as he plants a soft kiss on her forehead. He gives the nod to Trish, "later."

The two best friends were now alone as they find themselves walking side by side down the hallway. Silence fell upon them as the thought Amy still had in her head troubled her. "You know, I still don't understand why you never gave Randy a chance?"

Trish grunted, for they've been over this so many times—more than she could remember. "What do you mean I never gave Randy a chance? Where have you been? We've dated for a few months."

"Well yeah…but it was only dating. You guys weren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend." She explains. "And I do wonder why it didn't come to that…"

Trish stops and stares deeply into the eyes of her redhead friend. She sighs. "Amy, you of all people should know that. And why are we even talking about this? It's been a freakin' year!"

"Do you have any idea how good you are for Randy? He's a totally different guy because of you and when I say different I mean good different." Trish's eyes fell to the floor as another sigh escape from her lips. "Look, I know you don't like hearing this--"

"Then why bring it up?" Trish cuts her off as frustration filled her eyes.

"Because," Amy broke off nervously for she didn't intend to make Trish angry, "I really care about you, Trish and I wouldn't want you to miss out on something that could've been really great."

She frowns, followed by a deep sigh. "I know and I did want to give him that chance I really did. But after what happened with Jeff and Chris…I just couldn't deal with that anymore." Amy suddenly looks at her with concern. She felt slightly regretful for bringing the subject up but she thought that now Trish and Randy are starting to become close again (although they were more so like best friends) she couldn't help but feel excited of the two possibly hooking up for real this time. However, Amy completely understood Trish—where she was coming from and why she had to hold back. Jeff Hardy was the first guy Trish fell in love with and after he left WWE and their three year relationship to chase after his other dream, he left Trish crushed and heartbroken. Then Chris came along, and while they were in a storyline together, they became even closer friends and eventually something more.

Trish's former relationship with Chris wasn't anything she experienced with Jeff. Sure it was different, and while being together for about a year, they were happy and seem rather in love. However when they both came to a realization that this wasn't working for them, it left Trish heartbroken once again. Not only because they broke it off for their relationship started out strong…and eventually the excitement and sparks that were once there died down, but because it made her feel that she's incapable of love. She admits that she was at the point of thinking that Chris may be the one but as soon as they broke it off (or rather he broke it off) Trish just couldn't handle it. They are still close friends of course, but at times it was awkward being in the same room together.

Her breakup with Chris didn't exactly brought much impact as it did when Jeff left, but it did bring Trish good and bad memories she shared with the younger Hardy. Their love was like no other and many expected them to get married and have a family in the future. Amy remembered how inseparable Trish and Jeff used to be and how in love they both were. But it is sad to her and many others whom knew them very well that it wasn't meant to be afterall. Amy also had her share of unsuccessful relationships as well…especially with the crazy drama between Matt, Adam, and herself.

"I'm gonna go and get change." Trish broke the long silence that fell upon them for awhile now. "I guess I'll see you at the hotel, roomie."

Amy snapped away from her thoughts and winked at the blonde, "You bet."

Half an hour has passed before Randy got off the phone with Trish when suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows for he didn't expect company other than Trish. "That's weird," Randy thought as he took his eyes off from the television and stared at the clock placed on the dresser beside him. It read 10:30. "It usually Trish takes longer than this to get ready." He remembered clearly that Trish said he wouldn't be expecting to see her until an hour or two. Shrugging his shoulders, Randy got up from bed and made his way towards the door as the banging gets louder and louder. "Damn, I'm coming!" He grunted as he turns the knob and opens the door. "John?" He was surprise to see his best friend standing before him, "What are you doing here? I thought you ordered a room for yourself."

"Oh I did." He responds and then simply half-shrugged and reveals to him a few papers stapled together to explain why he's there. Randy's eyes widens at the sight of them. "Oh no, don't even think about it. You rehearse on your own this time."

John smirks. "Nah man, after that one time I thought you suffered enough." Randy glares at him. "Anyway, I just want you to give these to Trish for me." He lifts a curious brow. "It's the script for next week's Raw taping."

"Why can't you give them to her yourself?" Randy questions out of curiosity. "I mean you do realize we don't see each other as often right?"

"Well, you guys are pretty tight and I probably won't see her till the show so…here, can you please give them to her?" Randy looks past his shoulder when suddenly the familiar petite blonde emerged from behind and stood next to John. A smirk crossed his face as he shifts his gaze over to Cena.

"Well you can give them to her right now."

John furrowed his eyebrows in bewilderment. "Say what?" Randy gave him the nod and looked past him, allowing John to turn around and face the Canadian blonde. "Oh," he lets out half-heartedly, "it's you."

Their contact was intense as Randy darted his eyes between the two. Trish ignored him and turns over to her favorite guy friend. "Hey, Randy. You wanted to see me?" Randy shifts his gaze over to John and gives him the look.

Cena grunted, "Uh…these are for you, Trish. It's for next week." Trish snatched the papers from him and reads it over.

She scoffs, "Oh great. We're teaming up to face Lita and Edge. How exciting!" She stated out of sarcasm as John rolls his eyes.

"I'm gonna go." He faces Randy and extends his free hand. "I'll see you later, dawg." The guys did their one-arm hug and once they broke apart, it was now Trish and Randy standing in front of his hotel room. Randy watches on as he caught Trish staring off at John's direction until he disappeared at the corner.

"Well, I can see that you and John are getting along so well." He says sarcastically with a slight chuckle. Randy stopped once Trish shot him a look. "Sorry."

"I can't believe your friends with him. Well I guess I can believe it since you're both jackasses." Randy looked at her and smile. "But then you changed…" She shook her head and immediately changes the subject after an awkward moment. He furrowed his eyebrows."But anyway, you needed to see me?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I just wanted to congratulate you on your match against Lita. Although, it was a DQ you still kicked butt out there."

She smiled. "Gee, we could've done this over the phone."

"I know, but I wanted to congratulate you in person. I mean we don't see each other as often anymore."

"I know what you mean." There was a small pause. "But hey! Thanks again!" Trish reaches over and hugs him tightly--her arms securly wrapped around his neck with his around her petite waist. They broke apart and grinned. "Well, then, I believe you have an early flight tomorrow."

The young male wrestler grunted at the thought, "Yeah don't remind me."

Trish chuckles. "Well I guess this is goodnight, friend." He nods, smiling in return as she takes her leave. "Get some sleep, you're gonna need it."

"I'll call you when I get to North Carolina."

Trish looks over her shoulder and winks. "You better this time!" She retorts with a slight warning hinting in her voice. "Bye, Randy."

He waves a hand in the air, "Bye…" Randy rests his head against the wall and deeply sighs as he watches Trish disappear around the corner.

A/N: Next chapter centers on Trish & John...ooooooo. lol.