A/N: Okay so hearing from you all made me happy and since I'm in a dandy mood today I thought I update. lol. I'll be leaving to LA this week and I won't be back till like next Tuesday...and so before I leave I'll update one more chapter. It's a Valentine's Day special too so check for that!

TrishOrton: Omg...I did not mean to forget you! I swear I thought I added you on there. sigh I hope you can forgive me. You're one of the people that reviews every chapter and I really appreciate that. Thank you.

Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. Hope you enjoy this chapter! The song you'll see on here is called "Waiting Game" performed by Yellowcard, which is how I got the title. So it's one of those songfic thingies. lol. Enough with that, R&R.

Chapter 13

"Waiting Game"

A week has gone by as Trish Stratus slowly recovers from her injury that caused her a sprained ankle. The soreness from her back and neck has subsided and the usage of the crutches is no longer needed. During Trish's recovery, the Canadian native continues to travel with the WWE Raw superstars where she would be continuing her training, and at the same time, be with her friends.

After a long flight from Denver to New York, that night Trish and Amy headed over to a nice restaurant they knew so much about in the city and go to quite often whenever they have time between shows. Once inside, a clerk checked for their names on the reservation list before escorting them to a table. As soon as they were checked off, the two then begin following a female waiter across the restaurant with Trish slightly limping from behind and Amy walking next to her.

"Okay, I'll be right back to take your orders." The kind waiter stated as she hands them the menus. "In the meantime, can I offer you ladies a drink?"

"Yeah, I'd like a martini please?"

"Make that two." The redhead added. "Thank you." She smiles as they begin looking through the menu.

"I'm not exactly sure what I'm craving for." Trish pursed her lips while flipping through the menu indecisively. The redhead looks up from the menu and smirks. "Hmmm…pasta sounds pretty good." She thought, Amy nodding her head in agreement.

"Yeah that sounds pretty good. Let's make that two."

Moments later, the same waiter returns to their table with two martini glasses. She jots down their dinner orders for that night before leaving to serve other customers in the restaurant. "So…" Amy breaks the silence, allowing Trish to look up from the pocket mirror she was previously looking at. "I noticed you and John Cena are getting pretty close…"

You and me

A little different though we tried to stay the same

It never leaves

And when it changes it is still a waiting game

The blonde just shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah well…I thought I'd take it easy on him. He's been really helpful with training." She says while taking a sip of the martini.

"Uh huh…" Amy eyes her friends suspiciously, "do you like him?"

Trish groans agitatedly. "No, of course not. I mean just because we're finally getting along doesn't mean I'm all of a sudden interested. We're just friends."

"Does he know that?"

"What are you talking about, Ames?"

She pursed her lips and sighs. "Look…just be careful okay? You don't want to give John mixed signals and crush him."

"I would never do that."

Amy scoffs in response. "Trish, I've known you ever since you entered the business." She playfully smirks. "You're well known for breaking a lot of hearts."

Trish's eyes soften. "You think that maybe it's my heart that's always broken." Amy bit her lip and noticed the hurt expressed on her face.

I wait for a lonely breath

I wait to surface from this depth

Wait for the light to come and take away

These images I've kept

In my head

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that a lot of guys are crazy about you…and a lot of them you're not interested in."

"You don't need to explain, Ames." Trish releases a deep sigh. "Whatever yah know? It's no big deal. Let's not talk about it and just enjoy dinner."

She nods her head in agreement. As much as Amy wanted to tell Trish it was Randy who bought those flowers and make it look it was John Cena, she knew it wasn't her place to tell. Then again, she wanted Trish to find out herself and realize that Randy is the guy for her. 'But who knows?' Amy thought. 'Perhaps Randy knows what the hell is doing. Maybe…John and Trish are good for each other…'

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Adam with nothing to do but sit around came by to Randy's room where he offered to bring some of the guys over to play video games. Once Randy invited him inside, Adam walks further inside the room and finds Dave, John, and Chris in the room with their eyes glued to the television screen.

"So what's going on fellas?" Adam takes a seat next to Randy on the couch with the other guys sitting below them on the floor. He looks up and noticed John Cena and Dave Batista playing the PS2 and recent game RAW vs. Smackdown 2006. "Who's winning?"

"Just need to pull down Lita's pants and I win the match." John stated as Adam shot him a look. It was a bra and panty match with Dave playing as Lita and John playing Trish.

"So where did Amy and Trish go?" Randy asks, nudging on Adam's shoulder.

"They went out for dinner…I think."

"Aw, man!" John immediately jolted up to his feet as he looks at the television screen wide-eyed. "What the hell was that!" He shouted out in mere disbelief as all eyes fell upon him.

Dave smirks while placing the controller down and celebrating, "It's called you losing and me winning."

"You lost, man. Get over it." Chris pats the disappointed "champ" on the back and takes the controller from his grasp. "Now it's my turn."

"Man, this is whack!" John retorts while throwing his cap on the ground. "I say we go out and party."

"Not so fast, soldier." Dave smirks while taking a drink from the beer can Randy offered. "What's up with you and Trish? I noticed you too getting pretty close…" All eyes turn to him as though they've been waiting to ask the same question as well.

More than ever

I need to feel you

More than ever

I see the real you

John just shrugged his shoulder in response. "I'm just helping her out, dawg."

"Uh huh," Dave chuckled, followed by a mischievous smirk that he couldn't seem to wipe off, "it looks more to it than that."

"Yeah and what's up with the flowers?" Chris questioned with his eyebrows raised. "I mean you kind of gave it away right there."

John picked up his cap from off the ground and placed it on his head, avoiding the question.

"You have a crush on her don't you?" A smirk crossed Dave's face as John shot him a look.

"Yeah, so what if I have a crush on her?"

"There's nothing wrong with that." Adam added surprise that Dave and Chris aren't aware of John's feelings for Trish by now.

"So when are you going to tell her how you feel?" Chris thought out of curiosity. "I mean you are planning to tell her right?"

"I don't know yet." He sighs, adjusting his cap uneasily. "When the time comes then yeah…but right now I'm just playin' it cool."

"You do know Trish has been through shit when it comes to relationships right?" Dave informs his friend. "So it won't be easy trying to win her heart."

"Look, I'm in no rush at all and I'm not about to force Trish into anything. She's her own woman and if she's ready to commit…then so will I."

You are me

A worst disaster would me waking up alone

Now we're free

We're drifting out like all the ones we didn't know

The guys in the room exchange surprised looks and chuckled. "Wow…she changed you already." Chris commented as they all nodded their heads in agreement.

"Look, let's just get out of here already. I heard some of the guys were at a club nearby." John stated eagerly, wanting to get off the subject.

"Alright, I could use a drink." Dave nodded as they all begin making their way out of the room.

After emptying their plates, Trish and Amy stood back against the chair all stuffed and full from dinner. Trish heaved a deep sigh as she gulped down the rest of the martini. "That was damn good." Amy muttered while soothing her stomach in satisfaction. Just then her cell phone started ringing. Groaning, the redhead stood up and grabs it from her back pocket. "Hello?" She answered irritably with a slight burp. "Oh hey, Babe. What's up?" Trish looks up and listens. "We're still at the restaurant. Uh huh…where at?" The blonde furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay…we'll be there." She hangs up the phone and smirks at the blonde. "Let's go clubbin'!"

"You're kidding right." Trish scoffs in response. "You can go, but I'm all worked. I'm sorry, Amy."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!"

She shoots the redhead a glare. "You do realize my ankle hasn't exactly healed. I'm still in training."

"So? Dancing will definitely help. Think of it as training."

Trish groans reluctantly, "Amy…"

"It'll be fun!" She reassures her. "The girls will be there!" Amy pouts her lips, allowing Trish to roll her eyes. "Come on…I won't accept no for an answer." After a pause, the blonde deeply sighs and fell weak just looking at the puppy dog look Amy was giving her. "Please…?"

The Canadian bombshell rolled her eyes again in defeat. "Alright," she grunted irritably, hoping it would make her shut up already, "I'll go."

Once at the club John, Randy, Adam, Chris, and Dave were greeted by the guys and divas that were already there—Kurt, Rob, Carlito, Ashley, Torrie, and Maria. They joined them in a round table with comfortable cushioned seats.

"I'm going to get a drink." John says as Dave and Randy followed him to the bar. The music begin playing Usher's song "Yeah" as the girls begin to move their way towards the dance floor and bumping to the beat. Kurt, Rob, Chris, and Carlito watches on as Ashley, Torrie, and Maria begin dancing extremely close, their legs in between each other's, making the guys sweat and move at the edge of their seats.

"Damn," Rob muttered, liking what he sees as Torrie and Maria both sandwiched Ashley in the middle on the dance floor. "They're grinding on each other."

"Does that turn you on?" A feminine voice giggled from behind as everyone's eyes turn to the divas standing before them.

"Oh hey, Trish." Rob shifts his gaze over to the redhead, "Amy. Nice of you to join us." They both smiled as they took a seat. "So will us guys be able to see the both of you grind on the dance floor?" He joked as everyone at the table laughed at his way. "What?"

"In your dreams, Rob." Trish playfully smirks as she places an arm around him.

"So how's the ankle of yours doing?" Adam asks as he brings Amy to his lap and wraps his arms around her.

"It's getting better, but probably by tonight it will get even worst since it was Amy's idea to drag me in here the first place."

Amy grins, "You're very welcome, Trish."

Moments later, the song slowed down a bit as the girls immediately pulled the guys from the table one by one. Torrie grabbed Chris's hand, Kurt with Maria, and Ashley who dragged Rob across the dance floor.

"You know I have a wife right?" Kurt and Rob stated at the same time as Ashley and Maria both rolled their eyes.

"And we have boyfriends." They grunted. "It's just a dance." The guys shrugged their shoulders as they place their hand on their waist and begin moving to the slow beat.

"Want to dance Amy?" Adam offered with a grin as the redhead turns to her blonde friend.

"We can't just leave Trish."

The Canadian native rolls her eyes. "I'm fine. Just go."

"Are you sure?"

"Hey, you wanted to come here and dance. So go out there and have fun."

"But what about you?"

"Just go already before I leave your ass." Trish chuckled as Amy immediately got up and pulls Adam towards the dance floor.

"Hey," Randy nudges John on the shoulder once he noticed Trish sitting by herself at the table and the others paired up and slow dancing. "You should ask Trish to dance."

John shot him a look. "Hell naw, dawg."

"Why not? You want Trish so here's your chance."

"But I can't dance."

Randy furrowed his eyebrows in bewilderment. "What do you mean you can't dance? I've seen you brush your shoulders off in and out of the ring and doing the harlem shake."

John rolls his eyes. "Dawg, that's nothing! The bottom line is I can't dance."

"God, you're so pathetic." Randy nods his head in disappointment. "So you're just gonna leave here there…alone."

I wait for a silence here

I wait for things to disappear

Wait for the ground to stop

Moving underneath my only fear

If I lose you I don't know

"Dude, what are you waiting for?"

John shook his head after a fixed trance and turns back to Randy. "Nothing, I'm just—kind of nervous."

A smirk suddenly cross his face, "You are so into her!"

"Nah, yah think." John stated sarcastically. "You don't have to remind me aiite?"

The gap between the bar and the table Trish was sitting at begin to close in as more people headed over to the dance floor.

"Just talk to her, before she leaves." Dave chuckles, urging him to go before it was too late.

More than ever

I need to feel you it's all around

More than ever

I see the real you and it surrounds

After debating in his head for a few moments, John gulped down the last of his tequila shots and begins making his way across the dance floor towards Trish. "Here goes nothing."

Everything, everything we have had

Out of sight out of mind given that

What I see when I dream hurts like hell and back

As the Canadian bombshell slowly bobs her head to the music, her attention was elsewhere when a tall and dark figure stood before her. "Hey, Trish." The blonde immediately recognized the sexy Southern accent, which made her heart drop instantly. She turns around as her mouth fell open in surprise. "Well it's a small world isn't it?"

More than ever I need to feel you it's all around

More than ever

I see the real you and it surrounds

More than ever

I need to feel you it's all around

More than ever

I see the real you and it surrounds

John struggles to move across the dance floor for the place was completely packed that night. Once he made it through the crowd, he walks over to the table, and to his surprise, finds that Trish was no longer there.

A/N: I promise I'll give you the next chapter some time this week before Friday! But before I do that, you gotta let me know what you think! Later.