Chapter 11

"Like It Used to Be"

The following night, Randy Orton arrived back at the hospital where he brought some food along with him on the way. As soon as he reached Trish's room, he knocked a few times and a moment later finds Amy standing behind the door. "Hey, you." She greeted with a smile. "Come on in." The redhead stepped aside and allows the self-proclaimed legend killer inside. Just as Randy expected, Trish in her tight gray sweatpants and black halter top has already started on her rehab with a professional female trainer in the room. Randy watches on from the side as the brunette trainer in her mid-twenties in seemed continue to work on Trish's ankle.

"Ow…ow," Trish hisses painfully as she pulls her ankle back to soothe the pain.

"You feel it here?" Trish nods as the trainer helps the Canadian blonde guide her back to the hospital bed. "I'm afraid you'll be using crutches when you leave here tonight."

Trish frowns sadly at the thought. "For how long?"

"It depends on your rehab and training. The more we work on heeling your ankle, the faster it'd be." She responds reassuringly. "But from the looks of it, you'll probably just need to use crutches for a week. And before you know it, we'll start running and improving that ankle of yours."

Trish nods her head understandingly, "okay."

"I'll see you next week." The trainer begins gathering her stuff in a black duffel bag. "For the meantime, try walking around a bit and get plenty of rest. You don't want to strain your back and neck when it's still sore."

"Got it. Thanks again."

"No problem. I'll see you later." She smiles and waves goodbye at Amy and Randy as she makes her exit out the door.

The three in the room exchange looks and laughed to break the silence.

"So is that for me?" Amy noticed the McDonald bags and a tray of drinks he was holding as Randy keeps it away from her grasp.

"Pshh, not for you." Randy retorts playfully as the redhead sends him a cold glare. "Nah. Actually Adam is outside with your food."

"Awesome, I'm starving." Amy turns to Trish and winks, allowing the blonde to roll her eyes from behind before leaving the room. Once Amy left, it was now Trish and Randy as he begins walking towards her bedside.

"I got your favorite." Trish smiles as she sits upright on her bed next to Randy. "An order of Big Mac," he says while taking the food out one by one, "fries with Sprite and of course..." he pauses to reveal his killer smile, "two apple pies."

"You're the best, Randy." Trish begins to dig in as she took out the Big Mac sandwich from the small box. "I don't think I could survive another round of hospital food."

He chuckles. "Well, good thing you have me around."

"Definitely," Trish begins eating away, stuffing French fries in her mouth while chewing on the burger at the same time. Randy stopped mid-way from eating his chicken sandwich and watched her in amusement.

"Dang, girl," he laughed, "slow down."

She covered her mouth and chews carefully. "Sorry," she mumbled, "I'm just so hungry."

"Yeah, I figured that." He smirks as he goes right ahead and takes a big bite on his sandwich.

Silence fell upon them as Trish finds herself peering at Randy from the corner of her eyes. Watching him eat suddenly brought a lot of good memories of her and Randy as a smile crept over her face. Randy, who isn't aware of being watched, finally looks up and coyly blushes. "What?" He could feel his cheeks turning red the way Trish was looking at him. "Is there something on my face?"

She smiles. "No," the blonde averts from his gaze and chuckles.

"What?" Randy noticed Trish trying to avoid his gaze and smiling non-stop. "Why are you smiling?" He wonders, curious to know what is going on in her mind.

She looks up to meet his eyes and smiles. "Does this look familiar to you?"

He arches his brow. "What does?"

"This? You and me…McDonalds…"

Randy looks down and chuckles at the thought. He finally remembered what she was talking about. "That's right…" He lifts his head up to meet her gaze once again. "I took you to McDonalds on our first date…"

Trish smiles in awed, "Yes you did."

"It was lame huh?" He thought in embarrassment. "I could have done better…"

"No it wasn't." She reassures him while placing a hand on his leg. "It was perfect, Randy."

He stares deeply into her hazel eyes and could feel a lump forming in his throat. As awkward silence fell upon them, Trish broke their contact when suddenly her cell phone started playing Black Eyed Peas. Groaning, she took the cell phone from inside her purse which Amy brought along from the hotel moments ago and noticed 12 missed calls. "Damn," Trish muttered, "Stacey is definitely obsessed with him." This made Randy chuckle as she places the phone in her ear. "Hello?"

"Oh my God!" Stacey shrieks from the other line. "Trish, is this you?"

"Uh no this is the phone company." The blonde responds playfully while rolling her eyes, "well duh it's my phone."

"Hey, you never know. Last time I called, John Cena was on the other line." Trish rolled her eyes. "But anyway, I heard what happened!" She exclaims worriedly. "Are you okay?"

Trish chuckles. "Yeah, I'm fine. My back and neck is pretty sore." She responds with a groan. "And I sprang my ankle."

"How long will you be out for?"

"They said about two months."

There was a small pause as Stacey pouts her lips, "I'm going over there."

"No!" Trish retorts allowing Randy to look up and furrow his eyebrows in bewilderment. "I'm fine, Stacey really."

"But--"

"I don't want you to use up your precious time practicing just to see me. You have to kick butt on the dance floor and win that competition."

"But--"

"I'm taken care of, Stacey." Trish reassures her. "My injury is nothing. I'll be fine."

"Yes, Stacey." Randy yells out for her to hear from the other line. "Trish is fine."

The leggy blonde wrinkles her forehead. And although Trish couldn't see it, a grin suddenly crossed Stacey's face. "Who was that?" She asks curiously as her voice softens.

Trish chuckled. "That was Randy."

"Randy?" Stacey thought in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing with him? Shouldn't you be with John Cena or something?"

Trish rolled her eyes. "We'll never have a conversation without mentioning Cena huh?"

Randy looks up and stares at the blonde curiously. "Guess what?" Stacey's voice all of a sudden became cheery as Trish releases a deep sigh.

"What?"

"I got the RAW issue of you and John on the front cover!" She squealed excitedly.

Trish wrinkles her forehead. "It's out already?"

"Uh huh! And it's HOT! You and John make the sexiest couple ever!" Trish cringed at the thought. "But anyway, you gotta see the pictures. My favorite one is where John Cena has his arms wrapped around you. It's so cute!"

"Well I guess I have to get myself a copy." Trish pursed her lips while taking a sip of her drink. "But anyway, how's the competition coming along?"

"Great!" Stacey exclaims enthusiastically. "I'm having a blast, Trish. The people here are just so awesome!"

She smiles. "That's good to hear."

"Well I should get going. My dance partner is giving me dirty looks and it looks like he's going to attack me if I don't start moving."

Trish chuckles, "alright."

"Anyway, feel better! And don't forget to watch next week!"

"I'll try. Bye, Stacey." Trish finally hangs up the phone and shifts her gaze back at Randy.

"So what about John Cena?" He couldn't help but notice Trish mentioning him during their conversation as a grin crossed his face.

"Oh no…" she thought reluctantly, "not you too."

"What?" Randy smirks. "John is a really nice guy once you get to really know him."

Trish's mouth fell open in surprise. "You got to be kidding me." She scoffs. "You don't actually think I should…"

Randy just shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I want to show you something." He takes out something from inside his leather jacket and revealed to her the recent issue of RAW magazine Stacey was talking about. Trish took it from him and studies the cover carefully.

"Wow…" The blonde thought in disbelief, "This turned out pretty good…"

"Yeah, there are a whole bunch of pictures of you and John inside." Trish begins flipping through the pages and noticed they took all four pages. "You two make a pretty fine couple."

The blonde shot Randy a dirty look for the comment, "Oh no."

"What?"

"You're sounding a lot like Amy and Stacey…" she looks away and turns back to the magazine, "and it's beginning to scare me…"

He chuckles. "John really does care about you, Trish."

"God, what is with you guys trying to pair me up with John?" She questions out of frustration. Although she is used to it by now with Amy and Stacey nagging her about it every time, for some reason she didn't want to hear it from Randy. It secretly hurt her for she expected Randy to be against it and she didn't know why.

"Oh come on, Trish. What's wrong with a little matchmaking?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. I just don't understand why it has to be John Cena of all people." She studies Randy carefully and tilts her head to the side. "Did he say something to you?"

He shook his head. "Huh?"

"Did John say something?"

Randy drew in a few nervous gulps. "About…?

Trish rolls her eyes. "Don't play dumb with me, dummy."

His jaw dropped. "You did not just call me a dummy."

"Ha, I just did." Trish playfully smirks as she threw a French fry on his face. "So tell me, Randy. Why are you all of a sudden interested in pairing me up with John huh?"

He pathetically shrugged his shoulders. "Can't a guy just have two of his best friends get along for once?"

"Okay," Trish looks at him suspiciously while folding her arms across her chest, "John and I are getting along."

"Well that's good."

"Uh huh," She squints her eyes not giving in to every word he's saying. "There's something you're still not telling me."

Randy deeply sighs. "What do you want me to say? Better yet, what exactly do you think I'm hiding?"

Trish pursed her lips as silence fell upon her. "I don't know." She pauses for a brief moment and continues. "I'm just surprised that you would even consider me and John as something more. I mean I always thought that maybe you would still…"

"Have feelings for you?" Randy finishes off as Trish looks up at him with her lips slightly parted. Uncomfortable silence suddenly filled the room as they averted from each other's gazes unsure of what to say next. "Look, Trish it's been months now. I'm over it."

She nods her head. "Okay," Trish brushes her hair back uneasily. "God, I feel such an idiot for thinking that…"

Randy smiles. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay." She stresses deeply on the topic. "I can't believe I would assume that. It's really stupid of me to even mention it. I'm so sorry."

He chuckles for his amusement. He likes it whenever he could make Trish feel embarrass and nervous. "Trish, don't worry about it. After all you were the one that broke my heart and so it makes me like you even less." Her mouth fell open in surprise as he revealed his signature smirk. "No, I'm kidding."

"Ugh!" She scoffs, playfully smacking him on the shoulder. "Don't do that!" He chuckled. "You're making me feel bad even more."

"I'm just messing with you."

"Well it's not even funny." Trish puts on a serious face, but fails to contain it as a smile slowly crept over her face.

"Ha!" Randy points out. "There's that smile."

She rolls her eyes when suddenly Amy and Adam walk inside the room. They turned their heads and faced the lovely couple who had their arms around each other. "Guess what we have!" Amy exclaims in excitement as both Trish and Randy wrinkled their foreheads in bewilderment.

The blonde groans. "I give up what?"

"This hot magazine!" Amy and Adam smirk as they both reveal to them the same WWE RAW issue Trish had in her hand as she looks at them and rolled her eyes. "Yup, this is going on my wall." Amy widely grins while unfolding the poster of Trish and John who were both laying down with her head on his bare stomach and his hand on hers. "This is so cute, Trish."

"Yup, that's what I said." Randy winked, allowing Trish to send him an evil stare as her contact grew intense. Just then they were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door as they all turned their heads and watch Adam open it.

"Hey, I have a delivery for Trish Stratus." The man in his Fed Ex uniform stated as he handed Adam something to sign.

"Okay," he took the clipboard and quickly signed his name. "Here you go, sir."

Just then a few other guys in the same uniform came walking in with several bouquets of flowers in nice glass vases as they placed them beside Trish on a table. Trish, Amy, Adam and Randy watches on in disbelief as more came walking in with different arrangements of flowers and in all sorts of types and colors.

"Oh my God…" Trish couldn't believe her eyes as the room became filled with flowers, barely any space to move. Once the last of it was placed on the floor, the delivery guys made their exit, leaving them completely speechless. She looks up at her friends, hoping for some answers.

"Does it say who it is from?" Adam asked as Amy looks through the cards in every bouquet of flowers.

"No, nothing. It just says Get Well Soon" The redhead hands the little cards over to Trish as she begins opening each one of them to read.

"It all says the same thing." All eyes then turn to Randy.

"What? They're not from me."

"It could be everyone from locker room." Adam thought, knowing how a lot of people in the business cared for Trish.

"It could be." Amy ponders at the thought, thinking long and hard when suddenly a mischievous smirk fell on her face. "If not the entire locker room," she breaks off and faces them, "then that could only mean one thing." Trish, Randy, and Adam exchanged confused looks as they follow Amy's gaze. "It has to be John Cena!"

A/N: I'll update ASAP! Just as long as you keep those reviews coming and let me know what you think so far.