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A/N: Yes I'm still using my sister's computer. I had to literally kiss her ass and promise I would listen to 3 songs by My Chemical Romance, her favorite band. Not my type of music, and I really didn't wanna agree to that. But I wanted to keep writing chapters, so I have to sacrifice. You guys should love me for this, because I hate it. Anyways, I think this is a good chapter. Let me know what you all think.
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Chapter 36: Last Few Hours
Trish's POV
I was finishing my make-up for the day and I felt so relaxed. I didn't even care at this point if I lost my job later tonight. I still had about 7 hours until I had to be at the arena, and I wasn't going to stress at all. I bet by now Randy was going mad trying to find me. He called my phone at least 10 times in the past hour.
After I had gotten out of the shower with John, I had 6 missed calls, and 12 text messages from him alone. I ignored them all. I had absolutely no desire to talk to him. Boss or not, he was a complete jackass and I wanted nothing to do with him.
And of course his voice mails consisted of curses, insults, and threats. I was sure I could get him jail time on that alone. If I were to show a police officer the nasty and insulting messages, Randy would be facing some serious jail time but seeing how he was completely nuts, he'd probably be thrown in an asylum for eternity.
I can hear John out in the room pacing back and forth. He wasn't very patient when it came to my girl time. I was a woman, what the Hell did he expect? Well at least he wasn't a jerk about it. He would joke around instead of bitching me out. Man I was really starting to regret agreeing with him on breaking up. I didn't want to break up with him. He was exactly what I wanted in a man. I wouldn't ever be able to replace what we have.
I gave a quick overview of my looks, and I think I was done. I walked out of the bathroom to see John throw his hands in the air.
John: It's about time.
Trish: It didn't even take that long. Damn, your impatient. (John stands up from the bed and made his way towards the door. My phone started ringing again and it was a no brainer of who it was. John stopped in his tracks and looked at me.)
Trish: Just ignore it. Lets go. (John shook his head no and held his hand out.)
John: Give me your phone. I'm answering it and telling him to leave you the fuck alone. (Was he crazy? I wasn't going to let him answer my phone. Randy would know I was with him and flip shit. It was bad enough I was going to have to deal with his annoying ass later on at 'Mania. I wasn't going to deal with his drama before I had to.)
Trish: No. He'll know we're together. You know he said he 'forbids' it. (My phone stopped ringing and John sighed. I could tell he had enough of Randy, so did I. I was just happy it would all finally be over tonight.)
John: Come on. (John opened the door and looked out through the halls. Then he stepped out and I followed him. We were going to go to the salon like he promised me. We were in Los Angeles, and I was going to the best nail salon in the country, Salon Republic. Tons of celebrities get their nails done there on a daily basis. I definitely needed to check it out for myself. I wasn't sure if I was really going to have John pay for it though. It didn't come cheap, and it was my decision to get them done there.)
John: What's this place called again? (We were stepping into the elevator now to go to the first floor to go to the car.)
Trish: Salon Republic. It's on the west side, um... I'm trying to think of the street. (I looked down trying to remember the address. I called Melina and asked her earlier about it because she was a regular there since she lived in L.A. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember the street or address.)
John: We'll just call Melina when we get to the car.
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John pulled up in front of the downtown mall and we got out of the car. I was under the impression that the salon was it's own store outside on the sidewalk. But after talking with Melina, I learned that it was inside of the mall. The same exact mall that had a Gold's Gym, the gym John worked out at. But he didn't know that yet, and I wasn't going to tell him either. He'd wanna ditch me and workout then.
Yes, I was being selfish. I wanted him all to myself. He had his workout for the day with me in the shower. That was more than enough in my mind. But knowing Johnny, he'd want to go and lift weights. He had an obsession, and although it made him go away for hours on end, I wouldn't complain about it too much. Of course I wanted him to stay with me but at least he was doing something productive with his time by hitting the gym. He worked out to make himself look good, and damn he did.
We went into the mall, and followed the directions Melina gave us. We found our salon easily and we went in. Immediately John covered his nose.
John: It stinks in here. What the Hell?
Trish: It's normal John. Now shhh. I don't want people to think we're rude. (If he kept blurting things like that out, then people would think we were ignorant. Yes, I was aware of the fact that nail salons didn't smell too good. But I was used to it and apparently John never even been in a nail salon before. He scrunched his eyebrows up in disgust as a bright red head came over to the counter to help us. I peeked at her name tag and it said Mandy.)
Mandy: Hey guys. What can I help you with? My name's Mandy.
John: I'm John, and this is Trish. What ever she wants, give her. I don't care. (John looked at me then back at Mandy.)
Mandy: Alright no problem. What can I do for you today Trish?
Trish: I need my nails done. They got messed up big time this morning. (I held my hand out to let her have a look and her eyes shot open once she seen them.)
Mandy: Girl, what did you do to them? (I smirked and looked at John who was smirking as well. Obviously I wasn't going to tell her I messed them up when I was getting screwed by John. Who would tell a stranger something like that? Who would tell anybody that? I couldn't just say 'Oh well you see, what had happened was my boyfriend here was giving it to me from behind and it felt so good I scratched the rough walls of the shower and messed them up'. I hoped nobody would ever tell anyone something like that and I sure wasn't. So I just shrugged and had to come up with a quick lie on the spot.)
Trish: I was doing weeding in the garden. (Mandy let go of my hand and somehow I could tell she didn't believe me.)
Mandy: Well, you want any designs? (I had to think about it for a second.)
Trish: Well, what do you have? (Mandy walked away from the counter and around the side.)
Mandy: Come with me. I'll show you some airbrush. (I followed her and we stopped in front of a glass case. There were hundreds of airbrush designs I could choose from. I looked back at John who took a seat on a chair. I felt bad for him. He hated these womanly things and he said it stank in here. I couldn't keep him in here against his will.)
Trish: Mandy, can you give me a second?
Mandy: Sure. (I walked back over to John and knelt in front of him.)
Trish: Miserable?
John: Yeah but do whatever it is you do. Take your time, I'll wait. (I smiled. He must really love me if he was willing to suffer this misery to make me happy. Even though it killed me to say it, I was going to tell him there was a gym here.)
Trish: Do you have your gym bag?
John: Yeah, it's in the trunk. Why?
Trish: There's a Gold's Gym here. (I saw the delight radiate off his face.)
John: Seriously?
Trish: Yeah. (He sat up in the chair and smiled.)
John: I'm definitely going then. That is, if it's cool with you. I don't wanna just ditch you.
Trish: No, it's cool. Go ahead. (He stood up and I stood up as well.)
John: Call me when you're done. (I nodded.)
Trish: Alright. (He gave me a kiss and headed to the door, then stopped.)
John: Hey. (I turned back around to look at him.)
John: This is my treat. Get anything you want. Get designs, or whatever. Get your hair done if you want. I don't care. Money isn't an issue. (As bad as I wanted to say okay, I had to deny it.)
Trish: No, it's fine. I'll cover it. (He sighed and walked back over to me.)
John: No. I insist. We have like what, 6 more hours together. Indulge yourself. Nothing is too expensive when it comes to you. Go crazy and enjoy yourself.
Trish: But... (He put his finger over my mouth and made me shut up.)
John: No buts. (He replaced his finger with his lips.)
John: Hey Mandy?
Mandy: Yeah?
John: Make sure she has a good time and doesn't hold back.
Mandy: Sure thing. (He gave me another kiss and winked before he walked off. I smiled and made my way back over to Mandy. She smirked at me.)
Mandy: Girl, you're pampered. (I smiled. I guess I was. There wasn't anything I couldn't get John to do for me. He just told me I could spend his money on anything I wanted. And he was even willing to stay here and be bored instead of doing something he loved just to be with me.)
Mandy: You're lucky. My man is a cheap ass. I wish my man told me to not hold back with his money. I'd be looking like Mariah Carey by now. Your man certainly loves you. (I laughed a bit. Other people were noticing his love for me too. I guess I really was lucky. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. This made me wish even harder that we wouldn't have to break-up tonight. I knew that when the time came, I was going to be a complete wreck.)
Mandy: Okay, so what can I do for you? (I focused my attention back on what I needed to be done. My nails were a disaster and they needed fixed fast.)
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I was now sitting in the salon chair getting my hair permed. My nails were already done, and they looked fabulous. Melina was right about this place. It was the best salon in the world. And Mandy was awesome. She was cool, and down to Earth.
Mandy: So really, how did you mess your nails up? (I knew she didn't believe me earlier. I sighed.)
Trish: You don't wanna know.
Mandy: Oh, I see. Sexual ties? (Damn, she was good. Was I that easy to read?)
Trish: Um... no.
Mandy: Girl, I know it was. Nails don't get beat up like that from a little weeding. I see how he looks at you and how he carries himself. You two seem to be in an extremely good mood. What'd you do? Have a little fun this morning? (She wasn't as dumb as I hoped. She was quickly putting everything together and I didn't even give her a clue.)
Mandy: I knew it. Girl, you're bad. (She started laughing.)
Mandy: Well, at least you had some fun this morning. If he was able to cause you to mess your nails up that bad then he's definitely doing something right. I envy you. (I nodded. She already figured everything out. There's no point in denying the truth anymore.)
Trish: Yeah, you're right. It wasn't weeding. I don't even have a garden. It was John. (She laughed again, which in turn made me laugh as well. Her laugh was infectious.)
Mandy: Girl I knew it. There's no way you could mess them nails up from weeding and still be in this good of a mood. Trust me, I know from personal experience. (She finishes up my hair and spins the chair around making me face her.)
Mandy: Girl you look good. I think your man is gonna swoop you up and take you home for round two. (I wouldn't put it past John. He would probably do something like that. I climbed out of the salon chair and called John.)
John: Hello?
Trish: Babe, I'm all done.
John: Alright. Give me a few minutes to shower off and I'll be there.
Trish: Okay. (We hung up and I checked myself out in the mirror. Mandy wasn't lying. I looked damn hot. My nails were perfection and so was my hair. And I made sure she used lavender scented hair products just for my Johnny. I wouldn't be surprised if he passed out when he came through the door and saw me. He already couldn't keep his hands off me when I was in the shower and I wasn't even done up nice. I was all natural and if he thought that I looked good then, wait until he saw me now.)
A few minutes passed and John still wasn't here. So I told Mandy to ring it up and I would pay her. She rang it up and my eyes almost popped out of my head. The total was 250 bucks. Money may not be an issue for John, but it definitely was for me at this moment. This was outrageous. That meant it was like 100 for my nails and 150 for my hair. That was way too much. Sure my job paid well, but this was just ridiculous.
I sighed and dug in my purse for my credit card. I tried to hide my outrage at the prices so I didn't embarrass myself. There was no way I was going to let John pay for this now. I held my credit card out for Mandy to take but someone snatched it away. I looked over my shoulder to see John smirking.
John: Uh-uh. I told you I got this. (John gave me my credit card back and looked at Mandy with a smirk.)
John: How much is it?
Mandy: 250. (I watched as he looked at me. I was waiting to hear his mouth about how expensive it was.)
John: 250 Trish? (Yep, I was going to hear his mouth. If I knew it was going to be this much, I wouldn't have came here. I blame Melina. She said this was the best spot, but she didn't tell me they stole your money.)
John: That's it? I told you to enjoy yourself. (I was shocked. He wasn't mad?)
John: I thought you would have went crazy. I was expecting to come in here and pay for something over 500 bucks. (John hands Mandy his own credit card.)
John: Come to find out you only spent 250. But I do have to admit, you look good. (He gave me a quick kiss and Mandy handed him his card back. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. He handed it to Mandy.)
John: All yours. Thanks.
Mandy: Thank-you. (John held his hand out and I grabbed it. He took me towards the door and opened it. We stepped out into the mall and he smirked at me.)
John: You look beautiful. (He told me this often, but I still couldn't help but blush.)
John: Maybe if we get out of here on time I can take you for round two. (Damn, was there anything Mandy didn't know? She said John would see how good I looked and want a round two. And he did. I was shocked at her precison.)
John: Come here. (John pulled me in towards him and started kissing me. He placed his lips against my ear while he held me around the waist.)
John: I wanna take you right here. (Talk about a sex drive. John had one that stretched from here to the moon. I didn't mind having sex, but I wasn't going to have sex with him right here in the mall. People were around and we'd be caught before we even started anything.)
Trish: Not right here John. People will see us.
John: So let them watch. (I grinned. I had already let him seduce me this morning when we weren't supposed to do anything. But maybe that was my fault for inviting him into the shower with me. I should have known better but I wasn't going to complain. It felt really good and it put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. But I wasn't going to let him persuade me into having sex in the mall. I was classier than that.)
Trish: Sorry. No go babe. Not here anyways. (John kissed my neck real quick then pulled away from me. I can tell he knew I was going to say no. Maybe if we weren't in the mall then I would sleep with him again. But I wasn't some horny little teenager who had sex anywhere they pleased. I had more self respect than that and I kept those things behind closed doors. It was now that I smelt lavender, and it wasn't coming from only me.)
Trish: Is that you? (John smirked and I knew he was the one who smelled like lavender. But I was confused. He went to the gym, and took a shower while he was there. He shouldn't still smell like lavender even though he washed in it this morning. Was I missing something here?)
John: Yeah, it's me. I stopped by Bed, Bath and Beyond and picked this up. (He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a sample size of a lavender bath soap.)
John: I didn't have any soap to use in the gym showers so I figured I'd use this.
Trish: John, that's for women. (He shrugged.)
John: So what? I like how it smells. And now we smell the same. (Oh God. He was becoming obsessed with lavender. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.)
Trish: You're addicted.
John: Maybe. I was gonna give this to you, but I changed my mind. I want this to myself. (He stuffs the small bottle back in his pocket and I couldn't help but smile. Men weren't supposed to smell like lavender, and yet John wanted to. I didn't know if I should be weirded out or happy. But I did find it funny anyway.)
John: Lets put how I smell aside, and go get something to eat. I haven't eaten anything all day and I've exerted a ton of energy. I need to refill and refuel. (I was starting to get starved as well.)
Trish: Alright. Lets go. (We walked together to find a good spot inside the mall to eat. We still had 5 hours until WrestleMania, and I was happy we were spending it together. We found a pizza spot and went on in. Pizza wasn't the healthiest thing to eat but I didn't care. I was starving and pizza sounded delicious right now. John ordered us a two topping medium pizza and we took a booth by the window.)
John was explaining to me the workouts he did while at the gym and I was impressed. I have no clue how he was able to have sex, workout, and still have energy to wrestle a match. I've been exhausted ever since the shower. He was always fired up for some reason. Sometimes he just needed to relax and take a break. He was always on the move and hated waiting around. That was probably the reason he hated waiting for me to get prettied up.
Trish: I don't see where you find the energy for all of this. You're always hyper.
John: I don't know either. But I've been this way since I was little. I used to get in trouble in school for fidgeting around.
Trish: When you're an old man, you're gonna be lazier than anyone else. Just watch. (John furrowed his brow with a smirk.)
John: How do you know?
Trish: My grandfather was the same way. When I was like 5, he would climb trees with me. Then once he hit 60, he went downhill. He hardly moved at all. He said it was because he used all of his stored energy when he was young and had none left when he got older. You're gonna be the same way if you don't cool your jets.
John: I hope not. I hate sitting still and lazing around. (I opened my mouth to respond but my words got caught in my throat when a shadow passed by the window. Make that 6 shadows. 6 shadows I didn't want to see until 7 tonight. I could tell John didn't see the Legacy and he looked at me concerned.)
John: Are you choking? (I forced my head to shake no because I was still speechless. And my heart sank when I heard the door open and Randy walk in followed by Vickie, Maryse, Cody, Ted, and Dolph. John had his back to them and I seen Randy look over at us with fury in his eyes. How the Hell did he find me? Has he been stalking me this entire time?)
I think John noticed that I was looking past him with fear because he looked behind him. He looked back at me for a split second before taking a double take. Of course Randy wouldn't leave us alone, and he started to make his way over to us. He was going to be pissed. I can already see the anger in his cold eyes.
Not only am I disobeying his orders by being with John, but I had been ignoring his calls, and texts all day and night. He probably wanted to kill me more than he already did. John watched Randy come over and sighed.)
Randy: Well, look what we have here. Trish Stratus, the runaway employee. Call off the Amber-alert guys. I found what we were looking for. I should fucking fire you right here on the spot.
John: Come on Randy. We don't want any problems.
Randy: You don't? Then you should have listened to me. You are doing exactly what I said not to. I told you to ditch him, and yet you're here crawling up his ass. (He looked at me and I rolled my eyes.)
Randy: Who the fuck do you think you are to ignore me and blatantly go against my demands? I'm your boss and you will listen to me. (I didn't even want to speak to him. Thankfully, John spoke up again.)
John: Dude, chill. We're trying to eat here.
Randy: Eat? (Randy grabbed a hand full of napkins and slammed them against our pizza destroying it.)
Randy: Eat now motherfucker. (It was taking all I had inside me from jumping across this table and attacking Randy like an animal. He got me so pissed off I don't care if I went to jail.)
John: What's your problem with us Orton? Are you that fucking miserable that you won't even let other people enjoy theirselves? We're not doing anything to you, so leave us the Hell alone. (I felt so bad for John. He was trying to stand up for us but it wasn't doing too much. If he stepped out of line, the Legacy wouldn't hesitate on beating him down again. He seemed like he was almost pleading with them to leave us alone.)
Randy: Aww, poor John Cena. Am I hurting your feelings? Too damn bad. I don't give a fuck how you feel. You didn't think of how I would feel when you fucked this slut. (I couldn't control myself anymore. I was tired of him calling me names. I'm not a dog, and I wasn't going to be treated like one.)
Trish: Stop talking to me like I'm a piece of shit.
Randy: You don't want me to talk to you like what you are? Because you are a piece of shit you worthless whore. (John stood up and I knew this wasn't going to be good.)
John: Listen man, watch your mouth. I'm not gonna let you talk to her like that. You just need to leave. You're getting what you want, so cut the shit. One of us is going to fired, and we're gonna break up. So go away. Let us actually enjoy ourselves for once. We only have a couple of hours together, just relax and let us have a little bit of happiness. (Randy rolled his eyes and I knew he wasn't going to listen. He didn't listen to anybody.)
Randy: Sit your ass down. I don't care how happy you wanna be. This is between myself, and my employee. Trish, lets go. (I just sat still. I wasn't going with him anywhere.)
Randy: I said lets go.
Trish: No.
Randy: You stupid fucking cunt... (Randy took a step towards me and I knew he was going to ring my bells. Thankfully John stepped in between us.)
John: Randy, please. I'm asking you nicely. Leave us alone. (I heard a slapping sound and looked up. Randy had slapped John across the face. Seriously, that wasn't necessary. John didn't do anything wrong. For once, he was actually talking to Randy nicely and he got smacked in return. I knew John was going to kill him for that. John looked back up at Randy and Randy was smirking.)
Randy: Hit me you stupid son of a bitch. I dare you. (John clearly wanted to beat Randy lifeless. I can see the anger shooting out of his eyes.)
John: Save it for 'Mania Randy. I'm not gonna hit you back. I'm trying to enjoy my last day with Trish. All I'm asking is for you to have a little bit of decency and go away. (Randy Orton have a bit of decency? That was like asking Satan himself to stop being evil. It was never going to happen.)
Randy: You're a weak, pathetic excuse for a man and you will never beat me for the WWE Championship. And what the Hell is that smell? Is that you? (He must have realized that it was John and looked at him in disgust.)
Randy: What the fuck are you wearing? You smell like a bitch.
John: It's lavender Randy. It smells good. Now I wanna sit back down and try to enjoy what's left of our pizza that you fucked up. So go the Hell away.
Randy: Lavender? What are you some type of fucking fag? (Fag? That was the insults Randy was going to use against John? How much of a douche could one man be like seriously. Fag wasn't just insulting, but it was a prejudice slur against gays. Randy really made me sick to my stomach.)
Randy: That shit is for women you fucking moron. Wear something that would actually make you seem like less of a pussy than you already are.
John: Seriously, man, we're trying to have a good time. Stop trying to bring us down. (I could tell John was really getting irritated with Randy. I had no clue how he was able to control his anger for this long.)
Randy: You two make me sick. Here you are like love sick teenagers wanting to spend your last day together happy. Screw that. Go have rough sex or something at the very least. The whole world knows that's what you're both good at. Who cares about all these pathetic feelings bullshit? If I were you Cena, I'd push this bitch on all fours and fuck her like no tomorrow. After all, a woman is good for sex, and that's it. But knowing this stupid broad here, she probably can't even give a guy a good screw right. (The rest of the Legacy laughed at Randy's insults. I was at my breaking point. Who does he think he is? Women are good for nothing but sex? I was a stupid broad who couldn't screw right? He was just mad because I never had sex with him and he was jealous John did. Maybe if he wasn't such a jackass I might have slept with him. He had no morals and I wanted to beat them into him.)
John: I'm not going to ask you again. Get out.
Randy: Or what? Are you gonna cry?
John: No... (Randy slapped John again and I winced at it. I knew that had to have stung the Hell out of John. I was beginning to think maybe it would just be easier if I went with Randy. At least he would leave John alone.)
Randy: I know you're not gonna hit me because you're too much of a pussy ass bitch Cena. (John held his cheek and I felt even worse for him.)
Randy: You gonna hit me now?
John: No. I'm the bigger man Randy. You might think you're tough shit, but you're nothing but a bully, and a woman beater. I'm not gonna let you push me and Trish around. Unlike you, I handle business like a real man, inside of a ring. Come tonight, I'm gonna beat your ass. But until then, leave me alone.
Randy: Alright, fine. I will. But just after I taste what you're drinking. (Randy grabbed John's cup of fruit punch and took a sip. Then without warning, he sprayed it out of his mouth and into my face. I closed my eyes out of pure shock. A second later, I felt liquid dripping down my entire body and realized Randy dumped the punch all over my head, ruining my white sundress. I heard laughter from the Legacy as I tried to hold the tears in but I couldn't. They burst out of my eyes and I could feel everybody staring at me. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.)
John's POV
I watched in shock as Trish ran away and burst into the ladies room. I looked back at Randy who had that stupid ass smug look on his face. I rolled my fist up and wanted to wipe it off his face permanently. I was beyond sick and tired of his bullshit. He could disrespect me all he wanted to, but I wasn't going to let him treat Trish like garbage. As her boyfriend, it was my responsibility to protect her. I already failed once when he assaulted her. And I wasn't going to just stand around and let him do it again.
John: What the fuck is your problem? (I got in his face and it was taking all I had not to choke him to death.)
Randy: Go ahead. Hit me. I know you want to. (I did. And I know he wanted me to do it too. But if I did that then I was going to lose my match. He was afraid to face me tonight, and that was why he was doing all these things to make me hit him. I was pissed off but I wasn't stupid. I shook my head in disgust and walked away from Randy. He yelled some insults my way but I didn't give a fuck. I needed to find Trish and make sure she was okay.)
I stopped outside of the ladies room and sighed. I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I did what I shouldn't have, and walked in. I seen Trish crying with napkins in her hands against the sinks. It killed me seeing her this way. Randy really pisses me off. I walked over towards Trish only to have a woman come out of a stall in a panic.
Woman: Get out! (She slapped me across the face and I just looked at her. What the Hell is wrong with her?)
John: Ma'am, calm down... (She slapped me again then ran past me and out of the bathroom. I watched her and rolled my eyes. I shook it off and rubbed my cheek. That was the fourth time I was slapped today. My cheeks were stinging.)
I placed my hand on Trish's shoulder and looked at her. The punch had ruined her entire outfit, and newly done perm. I didn't know why she was crying exactly. Maybe from humiliation, or maybe because she was upset with how Randy talked to her.
John: Trish, look at me. (She half turned her head and I could see the make-up smearing her face.)
John: Don't cry. It'll be fine.
Trish: Today was supposed to be perfect and he had to come and ruin it. No, it's not going to be fine.
John: He didn't ruin it. Sure, he came and started shit, but no matter what happens when I'm with you, it'll always be perfect because you're here with me. He's a jackass, we should have expected something like that from him. Let's just continue our day. He can't ruin this feeling I have. I'm in a damn good mood and I'm not letting anyone ruin it. (She finally turned her whole head towards me and more tears stung her cheeks.)
John: Come on. Don't let Orton get you down.
Trish: John, it's not just Randy. Listen to what you just said. You said every moment with me is perfect. We're not gonna have much longer together. It's finally hitting me about later on... I don't wanna break-up John. I don't care if one of us gets fired, I wanna be with you. I'll travel with you if I have to. I'm not going to give this all up. That's exactly what Randy wants and I'm not gonna let him win. John, I'm in love with you. I can be myself with you and that's something I haven't been able to do before with anybody else. (I looked her in her eyes and she cupped my cheeks in her hands.)
Trish: You're my best friend. You know me better than anybody and I'm willing to do whatever I can to keep you in my life. I mean, how many people even fall in love these days? Not a lot, and we did. We shouldn't throw that away because of a couple of miles between us. As long as we love each other, that's all that should matter. (I didn't even know what to say to her. She's just pouring her whole heart out to me and I didn't know how to react. She put her arms around me in a hug.)
Trish: I just don't wanna lose you like this Johnny. I'm determined to make this work regardless of what Randy or anybody else says. I've never felt so close to anybody before. After last night, we connected on every level. I'm not gonna be able to just forget you like that. Nobody will ever be able to replace what I feel for you. I never knew I could feel this strongly for someone, but I do. (I nodded. I felt the exact same way for her. I didn't want to break-up at all. Especially after this morning in the shower, it made me realize a lot of things.)
For starters, just because we were going to be separated by distance didn't mean we had to break-up. I don't know why we agreed to that in the first place. I think we both thought that it was what the other person wanted but in reality, neither of us wanted it. Sure we'd miss each other but we could adjust our schedules to make time for one another.
And secondly, she was game for anything. Just last night, we made passionate love, and she liked it. Then this morning, we went crazy in the shower and she liked that too. I liked to have a lot of sex, and switch it up. She seemed to be the same way and I couldn't have asked for anything better than that. Sure we said last night was going to be the last time we had sex. That lasted a whole 8 hours. If we couldn't even last that long without having sex, there was no way we could last for the rest of our lives if we broke up.
And lastly, and most importantly, we were in love. Breaking up was a stupid idea and I shouldn't have agreed to it. There was no one else I could feel this way about. No matter how many times we had sex, I wouldn't ever get tired of it. If that wasn't love, then I didn't know what was. I would do anything for her.
Win, lose, or draw against Randy tonight, I was going to be happy if I got to stay with Trish. After what we've been through together, I couldn't just abandon her like that. So what if one of us was going to be fired. With the way I felt about her, I knew we would find someway to make it work. True love always prevailed.
John: I don't wanna break up either. I feel the same exact way about you. Look, lets take it one day at a time. Once we get WrestleMania out of the way, we can focus on us. Alright? (She nodded and I still felt bad about what Randy had done to her. I wanted to make her feel better.)
John: What do you say I take you shopping in that Chanel store across from here? I'll get you a new outfit since this one is ruined and then I'll take you back to Mandy and get your hair redone. (She seemed to perk up a bit. I knew she liked Chanel clothing because I kept noticing Chanel tags on her clothes when I was taking them off of her. Well, I guess our sex paid off for a time like this. At least I knew what brand of clothing she liked because of it.)
John: What do you say? (She nodded slightly and I instantly felt better. I hated seeing her miserable but at least she was beginning to feel better. I smiled and gave her a quick kiss.)
Trish: I say yes. (I held her hand and we left the bathroom. I was gonna let her buy anything she wanted to, and I was going to pay for it. When it came to her, there was no price limit. Seeing her happy made my day especially if I was the one making her happy.)
END OF CHAPTER 36