a/n- I know I've mentioned ending this story, and so THIS is the last chapter.. I MIGHT make a sequel. Depending on your opinions. Should I make a sequel?
Trish pounded on Johns door.
"John.. open up damn it!" She sighed. The door finally opened, John looked at her not phased. Trish worriedly looked at him.
"Are you ok..?"
"Yep." John said, not looking at her. Since that one night, John's been confused. Did he love her?.. Or Candice? Trish nodded and walked over to John's truck and closed the door, watching trees fly by. The ride was and it seemed to be the longest ride of Trish's life until they pulled up to the hall that was rented for the WWE dance. Trish climbed out and immediately began to walk to the front door, the only sound was her high heels clicking against the parking lot pavement. Trish opened the door, not bothering to hold it for John. She was fed up with the attitude. She leaned against the wall as John walked in. John glanced at her and head straight for Randy. Trish rolled her eyes and walked up to Stacy who was laughing and hanging around by Christian.
"Hey," Stacy smiled. Christian gave Trish a small wave. Trish nodded.
"Hi." she said in a small voice.
"Uhm.. things haven't lightened up around him yet huh..?" Stacy asked as Christian put his arm around her, hugging tight. "We'll dance LATER" Stacy said, ignoring that Christian was readying to break out in dance. Trish sighed.
"Nope. Every time I try to talk to him, it's always one word answers or nothing. I gave up. I think it's the turning point in our relationship.." Trish closed her eyes. Stacy looked at Christian.
"We haven't had our yet." Stacy smiled happily. Trish glanced at John who was laughing and having a good old time with Randy and Dave. Trish shrugged and headed for the punch table. Christian looked at Stacy.
"NOT THE PUPPYEYES!" She cried.
"But you've been dancing since you were a kid.. one little romantic dance wouldn't hurt.." He smiled. Stacy sighed and pulled him into the crowd and began dancing. Candice ran up to the stage in her short slutty dress.
"Hi!" She smiled, trying to show off her dress. "Make sure you all vote for the King and Queen tonight! The ballets are right over there" Candice pointed. "And then the King and Queen will each get a crown and a special dance and 200 dollars!." Candice finished and walked off the stage. Trish rolled her eyes at her and poured punch in her cup. She sipped it and her eyes sauntered over to John again. He was laughing really hard.. not even caring about her. Greaattt.. She leaned against the stage, why did things have to be like this..? They just got back together and things were fine. Not anymore.
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"Dude, it was the FUNNIEST thing I've EVER seen." Randy laughed. John shook his head, becoming red after laughing so hard. Dave punched Randy playfully.
"Everything's a joke to you huh?" Randy glanced at Dave.
"Dude what was that for..?" Randy asked, glaring.
"RELAX." Dave shook his head. Randy shrugged and continued with the stories. John looked at Trish sit on the stage, alone. Dave poked John in his side and whispered
"Laugh." John nodded and laughed at Randy, not hearing a word he said. Dave seemed to be the only one that understood him. Not that he knew what John did.. he just understood that he wasn't in the greatest story telling mood at the moment. Once again he looked at Trish.. she looked gorgeous in her peach dress.. then his eyes found Candice who was giving a fake giggle at Michelle McCool.
"NO." John said to himself. Randy and Dave looked at him.
"Is everything ok..?" They asked. John nodded.
"I'm gonna go get some punch.. you guys want anything?"
"I'll have a beer." Randy said, turning to Dave. John looked at Randy.
"They don't HAVE beer."
"Oh right, grab me some punch too. Does it have alcohol?"
"No Randy. The punch does not have alcohol in it."
"Ah, forget it then." Randy shook his head, mumbling they should be able to have beer. John walked towards the table, spooning it into his cup. Candice walked away from Michelle and walked over to John.
"Hey." She smiled brightly. John looked at her.
"Hey." He said, looking back at his cup. Candice looked at him.
"Something.. wrong?" She asked, actually sounding worried. John nodded.
"Sure.."
"You know you can tell me anything right?" She said. John looked at her, he was about to burst into laughter but held it in. Him. Telling Candice ANYTHING? Yeah.. riiiight..
"Yeah." John said, sipping his punch. Candice took the hint and walked away.
"Oh and John, don't forget. Vote for me for queen." She winked and walked off. John shrugged, not really wanting to walk back up to Randy and Dave. He headed for the ballets.
"Here you go, just check off the diva and superstar you want to be king or queen, fold it and stick it in that box." Shawn Michaels said, pointing to a box with a slit in it. John nodded, grabbing a pencil. John's finger scanned the list, stopping on Stacy's name. He checked her name off and looked at the King list. Not wanting to check his own name off, he checked Christian's off. Before folding it up he looked at the queen list. He hesitated but erased the check mark next to Stacy's name and put it next to Candice's. He folded it up and slipped it in the box. He walked away, sighing.
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Shawn held the box, having nothing better to do he began to open it to tally the votes. Candice looked at him and screeched.
"NO! SHAWN!" She yelled. Shawn looked innocently at her.
"I'm being helpful. You can go show off your 'GORGEOUS' figure, I'll count them." He said, unfolding one.
"NO!" She yelled, trying to grab it from him. Shawn held it up. There were some advantages of getting in fight with a Diva shorter than you. Candice jumped for it.
"What, are you HIDING something.." Shawn said with a sly grin.
"NO." She said and finally grabbed it. "I just want to count them." She said and dusted her dress off. Shawn shrugged and walked away.
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Trish sighed, walking around aimlessly and boredly. She looked at Candice, dancing. John, laughing. Stacy, flirting with Christian. And herself.. alone. Candice ran on stage again.
"Guys! Come on. VOTE. We're gonna tally them in a few minutes and announce the winners of the $200!" She said, smiling as she walked off. Trish leaned against the wall, wondering why she was still here. She closed her eyes, wishing she was home.
"Trish!" Trish opened her eyes to see Chris Jericho smiling at her. He was the last person she wanted to see right now.
"Hey.. Chris.." She said, not smiling. Chris grinned.
"Hey. Wanna dance?" He asked, reaching for her hand. Trish pulled back.
"No. I'm here with John.." She shook her head. Chris raised his eyebrow, glancing at Trish. And John. Who was WAY over there.
"Really..?" He smirked. Trish glared.
"I just don't feel like dancing. Ok?" Trish sighed. Jericho looked at her.
"I won't take no as an answer. It could be a friendly dance.." Chris pleaded. "PLEASE!" Trish took a long look at him. What could it hurt. It could make her happy, and she just wanted to enjoy herself, even if she wasn't.
"Fiiiinnee.." She said, putting her hand in his. He smiled proudly and led her to the middle of the dance floor. He placed his arm around her waist, Trish shifted uncomfortably. She glanced at John. He was staring at her and Chris. Trish giggled, satisfied and began flirting with Chris. Chris laughed at this. The two danced for three songs more that Trish originally wanted, but she couldn't help but laughing. First time she laughed all night..
"Trish. Come here!" Stacy yelled, seeing Chris and Trish about to separate. Trish smiled at Chris and walked over to Stacy.
"What's up?" She smiled. Stacy laughed at Trish.
"Someone's happy.." Stacy nodded towards the ballet box. "Did you vote?" Stacy asked. Trish shook her head.
"No, not yet."
"Well vote! Christian and I are nominees." She said. Trish nodded and grabbed a piece of paper from the pile. She scanned the list. John made it.. but she didn't? She shrugged it off and check Stacy and Christian's name off. She folded it and dropped it in the box. She walked over to Christian who was waiting for Stacy to get food for him.
"Enjoying yourself?" Christian asked Trish. Trish shrugged.
"Uhm, I guess.."
"I tried to talk to John, didn't work though. If it did.. I'd tell you what's wrong. But he ignored me." Christian shrugged. Trish nodded.
"I gave up on trying to talk to him an hour ago." Christian looked at Trish.
"Don't give up. I mean, you guys were always in love. It'll be fixed before you know it. He just needs to learn to.. talk to people about his problems." Christian suggested.
"Who has problems?" Stacy asked, barging in the middle of their conversation. She handed Christian a plate with salad on it.
"Salad..?" Christian said, looking disgusted. "I'm a MAN. I eat more than salad.."
"Yeah, well that's what you get when you ask STACY to go get you food." Trish laughed. Stacy looked at Trish.
"I'm glad you're starting to have fun." Stacy smiled. Trish nodded and glanced at the stage. Candice began walking up with Victoria. Victoria grabbed the microphone.
"Ok guys! We thank you all for voting. We're about to announce the King and Queen of tonight, starting with the runner-up who will win 50 dollars." Victoria handed the microphone to Candice. Candice smiled at the crowd of wrestlers in front of her.
"And the King and Queen runner-ups are…" Candice unfolded a piece of paper. "STACY AND CHRISTIAN!" Stacy looked shocked and grabbed Christian's arm, pulling him on stage. Teddy Long smiled at the, handing them each 50 dollars in prize money and congratulated them. Candice handed the microphone to Victoria excitedly.
"And the King and Queen tonight, who will be winning 200 dollars, is.. CANDICE MICHELLE AND JOHN CENA!" The crowd cheered and Trish stared in horror. John looked surprised, but he stood still.
"GO DUDE!" Randy pushed him forward. John shook his head. Candice looked John in the eye, walking up to the microphone.
"Come on John. Don't act shy.. you weren't shy the other night." She smirked. The crowd exchanged looks with each other. Trish stared, eyes wide opened. John shook his head.
"John! Come on. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it.." Candice looked at Trish. "Trish. Ever wonder why John's been acting weird?" Everyone looked at Trish. Trish just stared at Candice. "Yeah. That day in the gym, let's just say.. me and John had the time of our life." She winked. Trish felt tears come to her eyes. Without another word, she turned and walked out. Everyone stared after her. Stacy was about to run after her, but Christian held her back.
"She.. needs to think." He said. Stacy just stared. She looked at John. John just glared at Candice, not knowing what to do. Stacy screamed.
"IF YOU LOVE HER GO AFTER HER!" John looked at Stacy, not moving. Her jaw dropped, giving up on him. Candice smirked, walking off the stage and over to John. She kissed him and John just.. let her. Stacy shook her head slowly..
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"UGH!" Trish screamed, throwing her high heels down. She ran all the way to the hotel. She looked like a mess. She screamed louder, pounding on the bed.
"WHY!" She yelled, crying. She heard a noise and looked at the ground. Candi, her yorkie looked up at her with sad eyes. Trish's expression softened. She reached down and picked her up, stroking her slowly, holding back tears.
"I should have known." She whispered. "After the first time.. you'd think I would have smartened up.. but no.." She shook her head. She looked at her puppy. "I guess it's like they say.. fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.." She said, feeling tears falling down. It was over. It really was..
The End
A/n- Uhm.. –Squirms- Don't kill me.. there MAY be a sequel.. not sure yet, Uhm. Thanks for reviewing.. and helping me with ideas.. and yelling at me to keep this story in line.. Rofl. Yep. Thanks.