"Okay you should at least wear something that says, 'I got the champ as a date and you losers can just bow down at my glory," he told her.
"I don't have to because you ain't telling me what I need to wear. Besides I don't need your fashion advice," she said.
The two were having an argument the morning of the party.
Later that day…
He was in her room waiting for her since their rooms were next to each other.
"Trish let's go!" John complained.
"Hold on!" she said as she double checked herself.
He saw her and was speechless or at least for a moment or two.
"You look okay," he said examining her.
"You're not as bad as I thought," she replied.
"Oh yeah I here you go," he said handing her a rose.
"Thanks," she said smiling sweetly.
'Wow this girl can heal people with that smile,' he thought.
'Oh god this guy is so fucking sweet,' the thought ran through her head.
When they reached the restaurant they met up with their friends.
"Hey guys," Trish said as they came near her.
"Hey you look great," Stacy complimented.
"So do you," Trish replied.
They took their seats. There were only a few people on the dance floor at that time.
"Hey so what's up champ?" Randy asked John.
"Nothing except angel over there is nothing but a pain." He answered.
Hearing that he was talking about her, she turned around and glared at him.
"Hey Ash wanna dance?" Shawn asked her.
"Why not," she replied and went with him.
Soon Amy and Adam followed.
"Stacy are you up to it?" Randy asked her.
"Are you serious?" she said as they hit dance floor.
"Okay I know you hate me but we look like idiots just sitting here. Besides we are the champs," he told her.
"Fine," she said reluctantly.
A slow song played and they swayed back and forth but they didn't directly look at each other.
"Hey Trish," he called her attention.
"Yeah," she said.
"Can you come to my hotel room tonight?" he asked.
"Why?" she wondered.
"Oh nothing I guess I just feel lonely sometimes," he explained.
"This has to do with me how?" she asked.
"I just thought since our hotel rooms are next to each other, maybe you could come in mine," he pointed out.
She thought for a moment. 'You know you want to," her mind encouraged her.
"Okay," she finally agreed.
"Hey Ash," Stacy hissed.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Don't they look so cute together?" Stacy asked.
"Oh yeah," Amy interrupted.
Later that night Mr. McMahon went up on the stage that was set up there.
"I want to just acknowledge our two champions," he said.
A roar of cheers were heard.
"Mr. Cena please come up on stage and say a few words of recognition, you too Ms. Stratus," Mr. McMahon called.
John and Trish made their way onto the stage.
"Well I'd like thanks Mr. McMahon for this event and Ms. Stratus for her partnership," he said.
"I'd also like to thank Mr. McMahon as well as John thanks for bearing with me, and thanks you guys for coming here," she thanked.
"Kiss," someone yelled. Then there was a chant for it.
"Well Mr. Cena, Ms. Stratus you heard you heard them may we see one," Mr. McMahon encouraged.
John looked at Trish and she looked back. He slowly bent down, put his hand under her hair and gave her a quick kiss.
The crowd roared.
"Hey you guys it's getting late," Randy said.
"Yeah let's go," Adam insisted.
"Okay," John agreed.
They said bye to everyone and went out.
In the car Randy asked John, "Hey man, what's with the kiss?"
"Randy I know that you were the one who yelled for it," John said.
"Well yeah," he said.
When they got to the hotel John escorted her to her room.
"See ya later?" he asked.
"Yeah I'll be there in five minutes," she said.
She got into her room and changed into black sweat pants and a silk spaghetti strap night top. She went to his room and buzzed.
"Hey," he said as he let her in.
"Nice hotel room," she complimented.
"Thanks," he replied.
She took a seat on the couch while he got something in the kitchen.
When he came out he was holding two champagne glasses and a bottle of wine.
"What's all this for?" she wondered.
"I thought that maybe this is a good way to celebrate our championships.
"Okay…" she said.
He put the glasses down and poured the wine in.
"Here's to a long reign as champions," he said as he held his glass up high.
"To a long reign," she cheered, the glasses clinked and they both took a sip.
"Hey you wanna watch a movie?" he asked her.
"Yeah sure," she replied.
"Mission Impossible Three?" he asked again.
"Okay," she answered.
He turned off the lights and they began to watch the movie.
In the middle of the movie he didn't know what came over him but he pulled her closer to him and put his arm around her.
She felt it but it was just too right for her to be able to yell at. Instead she rested her head on his chest. This only made him bring her nearer.
'His hands are so soft,' she thought.
He spoke up, "Trish do you seriously think I'm a wanna be rapper?"
She looked up and answered, "No not really I don't even know why I called you that sorry. To be honest I think you're good at it. But do you think that I'm really such a bitch?"
He bit his lip, and then replied, "No I don't think you're a bitch. You're beautiful you know."
Then they grew silent again. They continued watching the movie.
Slowly he slid his arm down her thighs. He was surprised that she didn't kill him on the spot. Instead she looked up at him.
"John, why do we fight all the time? We weren't always like this," Trish sighed.
"Well it may seem retarded but you know how younger people annoy someone they like?" he began.
She nodded a yes.
"All I'm trying to say is that I love you Trish," he confessed.
"You what?" she asked him. She heard what he said she just couldn't believe it.
"I love you. When the company gave us that story line I couldn't believe my luck. When I kissed you tonight I tried my best not to…" he blabbered but her finger silenced him.
"Oh John, it's okay. You don't have to say anything except those three words. I always love you. I just feel like…" she was now the one paused.
Her lips were now his prisoner. A gasp escaped her lips but she soon realized what she had to do. She kissed him back.
His lips were so tender and bliss. He slowly lay her down on the couch pressing himself gently into her, making sure that he wasn't dreaming.
He slowly lifted his head off her. She looked into his warm blue eyes. His eyes were staring directly at her.
Then shot his tongue into her mouth. She closed her eyes again trying to feel every inch of him as he pressed onto her even more. His hands ran though her thighs. She grasped onto him tighter.
John slowly lifted his body off of hers, then he lifted her up with his soft hands. Trish then hugged him tightly. Tears ran freely from her eyes.
"John I love you so much I'm sorry for all those things I said to you before. I love you I truly do," she cried.
He pulled her away, wanting to see her beautiful form.
"Trish I'm sorry too. I didn't know how to act. I mean when I think I fall for a girl I act like I'm the best but when it came to you, I realized you were not like the others. You were different. I tried my hardest to block out those feelings because I didn't want to break your heart and I always felt unworthy," he apologized.
"Now we know that love is in the air," she teased
"I'm glad you feel the same way," he whispered.
"Well, love finds a way," she told him.
"So you're my girlfriend now right?" he made sure.
"You're my boyfriend right?" she answered.
"Well since it's obvious that you are I'd like you to wear this," he said reaching for a small jewelry box hidden behind a vase.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Oh something I always dreamt of you wearing," he answered.
He opened the box revealing a beautiful white gold ring where it was engraved, JohnxTrish.
"Oh…oh…oh my god," she screamed.
He slipped it on her.
"Perfect fit," he sighed.
"Like you," she said giving him a kiss.
"Let's hit the sacks," he said.
"Yeah it's getting late," she yawned.
They headed into the bedroom and got comfortable. She cuddled closely to him.
"Trish," he said.
"hhhmmm…" she answered.
"I love you," he said as he kissed her forehead.
"I love you too," she said as she dosed off…