A/N: Yay! Thanks for the reviews! It really keeps me motivated to continue the story, so again thank you thank you. I'm glad you're liking the story so far. There's more Trish & John in this chapter. Remember I do not own WWE or any of the characters...and well you get the picture. Enjoy, folks & happy reading!

Chapter 6

"Stuck With You"

"Hello? Hello?" Trish answers her cell phone while feeling it vibrate in her pockets. She was escorted by a few security guards out of the building and towards her limo after an autograph signing that took about an hour and a half. "Hold on I can't hear you." She was forced to cover her other ear to block out the noise that she was getting from her fans. But when that didn't seem to work Trish puts the phone on hold as she waves happily to the crowd chanting and screaming her name from the inside and outside the building. After another wave and a flying kiss in the air, she safely got inside the limo and releases a sigh of relief. 'Wow that was crazy,' Trish thought as she places her cell phone back on her ear.

"Hey sorry about that, Stace, it's been kind of crazy these past few weeks."

"So I've heard." The young diva responds on the other line. "So…I've watched what happened last week." Trish rolled her eyes but she knew it was coming eventually. She hoped they didn't have to always talk about John whenever they're on the phone together, which has now become a daily routine for the both of them. "The kiss you and John shared was pretty hot!" Stacey exclaims.

"Yeah…okay." Trish responds half-heartedly as the limo finally starts moving. "So how's the dancing competition coming along?" She asks in attempt to change the subject.

Stacey scoffs, knowing exactly what her Canadian friend is doing. "First of all, I'm still in training with my professional dancer. And second, stop changing the subject here!" Trish pursed her lips in defeat, followed by an irritated sigh. She didn't want to talk about her angle with John Cena, but it was the only subject Stacey is currently and only interested in talking about it. Knowing Stacey pretty well for the past five years, Trish is aware she'll never get out of this one. "So?" There was urgency in her voice as Trish fell silent.

"So what?"

"What do you mean so what!" Stacey giggled out of excitement. "Is he a great kisser? Were there sparks flying between you two? Come on! I need details here, Trish."

Although Stacey couldn't see it, Trish was nodding her head in dismay becoming aggravated with having her talk about Cena constantly. Everything just has to be about John Cena! "He's alright."

"Alright! Just alright?"

Trish sighs in response. "He isn't that bad okay?"

"Oh please," Stacey faked cough not believing Trish one bit, "you know you enjoyed it."

"Why would I enjoy kissing a guy who majored in Thugonomics?" She questioned in disgust, waiting for Stacey to respond but with no answer she continued. "Sure he's hot, but he's also an egocentric ass! Um yeah, he's totally what I want." Trish stated out of sarcasm.

"Hey Randy was once an egocentric, cocky, arrogant piece of ass and you dated him." Stacey blurted out to challenge her friend as Trish's mouth fell open in surprise.

"What makes you think we've dated before?"

"Well, it was kind of obvious…" Stacey pauses in mid-sentence, "well…to me at least."

"But Amy and Adam are the only people I told."

"Yeah and I felt offended that you never even bother to tell your other close friend about it, especially when Adam isn't exactly a close friend of yours but hey…I understand that because he's with Amy now and so whatever." Her solemn tone of voice indicated that she was hurt by it as Trish looks down shamefully. "But hey, you're lucky that I love your Canadian ass." The blonde cracks a small smile, relieved that Stacey is only being playful about it.

"Stacey, you know you're one of my closest friends here in the WWE. It's just that…I didn't want everyone to know about me and Randy, especially with the crap that went on with Jeff and Chris. Everyone here knows my history when it comes having relationships with other superstars." She explains as her mind does the talking. "Stace, it's not that I don't trust you…it's just that I'm scared to lose that reputation and respect in the business. I got so scared to the point where I just couldn't let Randy in. I wasn't ready to commit when I still had feelings for…"

"Jeff. I know sweetie and you don't have to explain. You felt the exact same way when you were with Chris right?" Stacey responds genuinely. "Trish you're one of my best friends here in the business and I understand that you and Amy are like sisters. You came to her first and that's fine. I knew about you and Randy for awhile now because I've seen the way you guys looked at each other…and it's the same way you once look at Jeff and Chris so immediately I knew something was going on. But trust me, I never said a word."

Trish lightly chuckles. "You know me way too well, Stacey."

"Yeah well of course I do. But anyway you shouldn't give a rat ass about what people think, Trish. If you're happy then by all means be happy."

"And I am happy." She proclaims. "For once I feel free."

"Good and I believe you because relationships do suck sometimes. When you're single you can mingle with whoever the fuck you want." Stacey replies enthusiastically. "That's the fun part about it don't you think?"

Trish laughed. "Whatever you say, Stace."

"So my point is, after being slightly off track," Stacey grinned through her teeth, "Randy was exactly like John Cena. I remember you hated Randy's guts just as much as you hate Cena now. But if you maybe give John a chance…then who knows...he might not be as bad as you think. And besides, you have a way of influencing a lot of guys to change their ways for the better."

Trish sighs, almost to the point where she'll go insanely crazy if Stacey mentions his name again but she was right about how she used to extremely dislike Randy for his cocky and arrogant behavior. Trish slightly chuckled at the thought. It amazed her how they became sworn enemies to now being the best of friends.

"You're thinking of hooking up with Cena aren't you?" Trish could hear her grin from the other line.

"No way!" She retorts, rolling her eyes. "Look, I'll follow your advice and go easy on him but that doesn't mean I'm going to all of a sudden start dating him! It doesn't work that way, Stace."

She groans disappointedly. "Alright, fine!"

"AND I'll only be nice if he agrees to be nice. That boy can be a total jackass sometimes! It's hard to believe that he could ever be sweet."

"Hey, you'll never learn that for sure unless you give it a try."

"Whatever, I got to go." Trish noticed the limo has finally made its full stop. "I'm meeting Ashley at an autograph signing. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Trish! Bye!"

After several hours of signing autographs for fans around Memphis, Tennessee Trish finally arrived in the airport in complete exhaustion and fatigue. Once she checked in and passes through the security area, she saw that a few of RAW superstars already boarding the plane. Trish scans the area and spotted Amy and Adam standing nearby waiting for her. She smiled as she begins walking towards their direction, pulling her black luggage from behind her.

"Hey, guys."

Amy and Adam turned around and smiled. "I was getting worried about you." The redhead's expression was filled with genuine concern. "I seriously thought you were going to miss your flight."

"How did the autograph's signings go?" Adam asks out of curiosity, aware that she has a full and hectic schedule.

"It went pretty well. There was a lot of traffic though, but other than that the fans were great."

Flight 610 to Honolulu is now boarding. Flight 610 to Honolulu is now boarding. Thank you.

Trish looks up. "We should start going before the plane leaves."

"Good idea."

The three revealed their tickets as they were ushered inside the plane. Once inside, Trish finds herself parted from Amy and Adam as they were on the opposite side. The flight attendant began directing the blonde to her seet. "A34, where is A34." Trish begins walking down the narrow isle, passing by a few RAW superstars while waving to them at the same time. She looks up and continues searching for her seat. "29...30…31…32…33—here it is." She noticed someone sitting next to her empty as she looks up with her jaw dropped. "Oh no…"

John Cena meets her gaze as he took off his headphones. "Well, well, well..." he grinned, "please don't tell me you sit here."

"Please tell me you're on the wrong seat." Trish responds hopefully.

"I'm B34."

"Well that's my seat…" she points out, "A34."

"Isn't it your lucky day." John responds sarcastically as she turns around in hopes to find an empty seat. "Excuse me, ma'am." She got hold of one of the flight attendants. "Will there be any empty seats?"

"No, I'm afraid we're full for this flight."

Trish bit her lip and sighs. "Okay, thanks anyway." She turns back to John and glares evilly at him. 'This is going to be a long flight…' Trish thought with a deep sigh.

"Girl, sit your ass down! Can't you see the seatbelt sign?"

She shot him a dirty look. "I need help with my luggage, Cena. Maybe if you be a nice gentleman for once I will sit down."

"Here, I'll do it." He got up from his seat, lifted Trish's heavy luggage and placed it in one of the compartments. She then rushes over to steal his seat on the window side. "What?" He turns around. "Hey! That's my seat, blondie!"

"Not anymore." Trish sticks her tongue out playfully as she buckles her seatbelt. "We're about to leave, Cena. Can't you read the seatbelt sign?" She responds in a mocking tone as he narrows his eyes at her disdainfully.

"Man, I was nice enough to help you with your damn luggage."

"And? So?"

He scowls. "You are very cruel, Stratus."

Trish shrugged her shoulders playfully as she took out her video iPod and begins inserting the small headphones in her ears.

Good evening, thanks for flying with us. At this time please fasten your seatbelts and make sure your seat is up during take off. We will be arriving in Honululu, Hawaii in about eight hours. We'll be serving dinner shortly. Thank you and enjoy your flight.

John Cena reluctantly takes his seat beside Trish. He hated being on the isle side. There was really nothing to see accept maybe Trish who he didn't mind looking at. 'What am I thinking?' He thought as he peers at Trish from the corner of his eye, bobbing her head to whatever music she's listening to at the moment. This made him smile when suddenly the beautiful Canadian caught him looking at her. "What?" She wonders irritably.

"Nothing," he smirked, "I'm just wondering what you're listening to."

She takes out her headphones and studies him carefully. "Missy Elliot," she responds as John nods his head in approval.

"Well that's cool."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Did we just exchange a few words without insulting each other?"

John laughed. "Yeah, I guess we did." A weak smile crept over her face. The whole time she thought about what Stacey said and decides to give him a chance.

"So what were you listening to, Cena?"

He looks down at his CD player. "Oh it's nothing really. It's just a demo I'm working on."

"Yeah? May I listen to it?"

John was taken by surprise for he never thought Trish would be interested in listening to his music. "Really?"

She smiles, "Yes really."

"Okay, sure." He kindly places the headphones on her ears. She listens and begins bobbing her head to the beat as he watches on nervously; hoping Trish wouldn't hate it or judge afterwards.

"This is pretty catchy, John." She admits honestly. Trish has always been a fan of rap and hiphop and to have someone share the same interest in music with her is pretty cool since most of her friends in the business are into a lot of rock, punk, and metal.

He smiles in relief. "You really think so?" She takes out the headphones and nodded.

"Yeah. Your material is…well…" Trish struggles to find the word, "I guess you would say…off the chain?"

John pulls his head back and chuckles. "You're funny, Miss Stratus."

"Hey, I never thought I'd be saying this but I do have a copy of your album. It's awesome. You did a good job on it."

His mouth slightly fell open. "The Trish Stratus has my album? The Trish Stratus I'm talking to right now?" He questions in disbelief as the blonde Canadian looks at him in amusement. "You're kidding; I thought you hated my guts."

Trish rolls her eyes. "Just because I don't really like you doesn't mean I have to hate your music too. I'm into the kind of music you listen to believe or not."

He smiles. "Wow, I guess you're not a complete bitch after all."

"Don't get use to it." She retorts sharply.

John Cena smirks as she watches her come from being nice to now looking serious. She takes out her video iPod and slowly falls asleep on the window with the music still playing in her ears. He admits Trish Stratus has been quite a challenge ever since he joined RAW. But John Cena refuses to give up with a fight for he'll do whatever it takes to be in good terms with her and hopefully she'll finally see him for the kind of guy he truly is.

A/N: Don't forget to review! More Trish & John in my next update...