A/N: Oh my gosh...this is it, you guys! (squeals) lol. Unfortunately, some of you will be disappointed, but regardless of the ending...i hope you enjoy the story in its entirety no matter what happens. I'll take into consideration of making a one-shot fic with whoever doesn't get Trish in the end. lol. But I won't make any promises. Anywho...again, thanks for the reviews especially those who has reviewed every chapter. THANK YOU for giving my story a chance and sending in your thoughts! you guys ROCK and I really appreciate it. This is the last chapter...and i hope you all enjoy this one. (crosses fingers) R&R.
"Damn it, Dave." Stacey cursed at herself while trying to get a hold of him on the phone. "Answer!" It is the next day as she was about to head on to an autograph signing in Pittsburg. During the ride there in a limo the leggy blonde has been trying to get a hold of Dave about Trish's whereabouts and she was beginning to get worried. After what seemed to be the hundredth time calling him, Dave finally picked up his phone.
"Dang girl, 15 missed calls?" He chuckled. "Obsessed much?"
Stacey rolls her eyes, followed by a deep groan. "How come you don't answer your phone?"
"Sorry. It's loud in Detroit. I was watching a bit of the RAW live show." He tells her while walking backstage. "So what do you want?"
"Okay…what about her?"
"Something happened last night when she was with Jeff."
"Is she alright?" There was hint of worry in Dave's voice.
Stacey shook her head. "Yeah, she's fine. It's just that--" she trails off and sighs. "He umm…well…kissed her."
Dave's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit. He what!" He scoffs, his voice growing louder as crew members backstage all looked at him weirdly as he walks by. Dave just ignores them and continues pacing back and forth. "So you're telling me they're back together or something!"
"No, no." She groans. "Fuck, can you just let me finish first."
There was silence on the other line as Dave mumbles, "Sorry."
"Okay." Stacey lets out a deep breath. "So Jeff kissed her…and she happened to like it; however it made Trish realizes that there's only one person for her and surprisingly it's not him. And so now she's either going over there where you are or to St. Louis."
Dave raises an eyebrow. "So you think she's going to confess her love to either John or Randy?"
From across the hallway, Dave noticed someone walking in the arena. "Hello? Are you still there?" Stacey says from the other line as he narrows his eyes to figure out who it is. "Dave?"
"You know…I think we already have our answer."
"I think I just saw Trish walked in."
The RAW taping occurred in Detroit, Michigan the following night as John Cena gets ready for his match against HHH, which happens to be the main event taking place later on that evening. Meanwhile, after Amy's segment with Edge she walked down the hallway backstage to get ready to defend her women's championship against Maria. Once she entered the women's locker room to get dress in her ring attire, the redhead finds Ashley talking to some blonde that caught her attention. Amy moves in a little closer, casually walking towards her locker when suddenly she noticed the voice Ashley was talking to.
"So is this what you really want?" Amy hears Ashley questioned. "I mean…are you sure he is the one?"
There was a small pause. "Yes," she heaves a deep breath, "I'm sure."
Amy's eyes widen once she knows for sure who it is. She appeared from behind the lockers, taking them by surprise. "Trish!" She exclaims as the blonde looks over her shoulder. "I had no idea you were gonna be here! And who the hell are you two talking about?"
The Canadian native smirks. "Come here you eavesdropper." She joked as the two best friends share a warm hug.
They broke apart as Amy stares at her in bewilderment. "What are you doing here?" She asks, completely overwhelmed with her unexpected appearance. It's been a few months now since they last seen each other and so it was such a great surprise for the both of them. "You didn't even take the time to call to let me know you were gonna drop by?"
Trish looks at Ashley as they both smiled. Amy darted her eyes between the two suspiciously unaware of why Trish was at RAW's live event at the moment when she should be on the road with Smackdown. "Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?"
"Well," As Trish slightly opened her mouth to speak, she was then interrupted as Torrie and Maria momentarily walked inside the women's locker room. Trish, Amy, and Ashley all looked their way.
"Oh my God!" Torrie squeals excitedly while pushing Maria aside to get to the Canadian diva first. "Trish, you're here!" The two share a hug. "I missed you!"
Torrie stepped aside to try and contain herself while giving Maria a turn to greet Trish. "John Cena is going to freak when he sees you!"
Trish weakly smiles, "Yeah?"
"So what are you doing here?"
Amy scoffs while folding her arms across her chest, "That's what I would like to know."
"Don't you get it girls?" Torrie smirked while looking at her way. "Trish didn't come here to see us. She came to visit John!"
Maria grins. "Is that true? You know, he's been talking awfully a lot about you."
The girls all nodded their heads in agreement as Trish rolls her eyes. "You know I'd visit you all any day."
"Uh huh," Amy smirks, "and when was the last time you actually visited?"
"Hey, you don't visit either." Trish shot back while sticking her tongue out playfully.
"Back off, ladies." Victoria suddenly walked in the room as she places her arm around Trish. "No need to harass our girl here."
She smiles. "Hey, Vicky." She turns to all the ladies in the locker room. "Listen, girls I'd love to stay and chat with you all, but I really need to see John."
"Ha!" Torrie narrows her eyes at her with a mischievous smirk, "Who knew you'd take in interesting in John Cena after I remember a few months ago you keep telling us you'll never fall for the likes of him."
Trish just rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Look, I'll explain later but this is really important." She tells them seriously. "Where could I find him?"
"You could check his locker room." Amy suggested. "Either that or he's with Hunter going over their segment."
Trish smiles thankfully at the redhead. "Thank you. I'll see you guys later."
Amy, Ashley, Torrie, and Victoria watched on as their Canadian friend walked out the door.
"I saw you talking to her." Amy says turning to Ashley as soon as Trish was no longer in the room. "I know you know something."
The 2005 RAW Diva Search Winner smiled, "Oh yeah."
"Do tell!" They all gathered around her anxiously to listen.
Trish nervously walks down the hallway, looking for John's locker room and rehearsing everything she wanted to say in her head. But at every turn she makes, Trish was greeted by RAW superstars everywhere making it harder to get to him sooner.
"Ah, if it isn't the coolest RAW diva," Carlito and Chris Masters makes their way to the blonde as they each give her a warm hug.
She smiles. "Hey, you guys. I was wondering have you seen--"
A gasp escaped from her lips as the Canadian diva felt strong arms wrapped around her waist. The figure standing behind the blonde lift her up and spun her around several times, making Trish scream in laughter. "Okay, John. You can put me down now."
He accepted her wishes as he gently places her down and wrapped his arms around her. Trish shuts her eyes, feeling the security of his warm embrace.
"You miss me that much huh?" John joked as they parted. Trish looks down and smiles. "So how have you been?"
She nods, "I'm doing pretty well thank you."
"Good." He smiles. "That's good."
There was a moment of awkward silence as Carlito and Chris darted their eyes between the two.
"Listen, umm…" Trish stammers nervously as she brushes her hair back between her fingers. "Can we talk…alone?" She says this quite seriously. "There's something I have to tell you."
"Yeah, sure. We can talk in my locker room." John responds as Carlito and Chris exchange looks and grinned. They turned to the guys.
"It was nice seeing you two again." Trish looks at them with a smile as she follows John towards the locker room.
Carlito then took his eyes off them and looks over at the self-proclaimed Master Piece. "Ten bucks says Trish will make it official." Chris nods his head in agreement. "Now that's cool."
As soon as they reached John's locker room, he allows Trish in first as she stepped inside and nervously takes a seat on the bench. He shuts the door behind and grabs a steel chair from nearby and places it in front of Trish.
"So…" He rubs his hands together while meeting Trish's gaze. A small crossed his face just having her there with him. "What is it that you want to talk about?"
She looks down, taking a deep breath to soothe out her nerves. John wrinkles his forehead and he too was beginning to get nervous. "Trish? Is everything okay?"
There was a small pause as Trish coyly lifts her eyes to meet his. "I think it's about time you know the truth about how I feel."
"Before you go into that," John breaks in nervously, "I want you to know how I feel first."
She wrinkles her forehead.
"You see, Trish…I like you." He smiles as she looks down in pleased embarrassment. "I really like you…a lot and I know at first you see little of me. But you gave me a chance and I really appreciate that, Trish." The blonde looks back at him and listens intently. "I want you to know that I really care about you and I truly believe we could make this work--" she shot him a surprising look, "you and me." Her lips slightly parted as silence hung over in the air. "I guess what I'm trying to say is…" John trails off nervously while studying her face carefully, "is that I want to be with you." Trish could feel her heart beat rapidly as his baby blue eyes soften. "So what do you say, Trish?" He smiles. "Are you with me?"
Back in the women's locker room, Ashley was at the end of telling the other divas what Trish was up to as Amy, Torrie, Victoria, and Maria all let out a sigh.
"How romantic…" Maria awed as a smile crossed her lips.
"Yeah, and it's about time." Torrie blurted out happily. "As much as I hate to say it, but he could be good for Trish. Although he can be an ass at times, I think Trish can handle him."
Momentarily, Trish took them by surprise as she walked into the room prying the door open. A huge smile plastered all over her face as she walks past the girls to grab her belongings.
The divas exchange puzzled looks while looking at her way. "Well, someone is in a good mood." Amy mumbled as the watch the blonde look at herself in the mirror and applying a touch of gloss on her lips.
"So how did it go, Trish?" Ashley asked curiously. The Canadian blonde turns to them and genuinely smiles.
"Just perfect, ladies." She turns back to the mirror and hurriedly makes her way to the door.
"Dang, girl." Victoria smirks. "What's the rush? You got a date or somethin'?"
"No, but I do have a flight to catch not to mention a Houseshow I need to get to tomorrow." Trish groans at the thought as she takes a look at her watch. "Ah fuck. Anyway, I really have to go. Bye!" She quickly waves to her diva friends and rushes out the door.
Amy, Torrie, Victoria, Ashley, and Maria all exchange looks.
"I wonder where she's going…"
The following morning, Randy was busy working in the backyard getting rid of weeds growing in the soil and also cleaning up the pool. Before he heads back on the road he thought of cleaning up the place before leaving. He thought cleaning up a bit would rid his thoughts of Trish for he only thought about her throughout most of the weekend. While busy at work in his sweat pants only, his father Bob Orton appeared from the kitchen.
"Hey, son." He calls out as Randy looks up at him. "Someone is here to see you."
He groans in response. "Can you tell them I'm busy or something?"
"No, trust me…you want to see this."
Randy wrinkles his forehead. Who is it?" He asked while taking off the gloves and placing the rake against the fence.
Bob Orton just gave him a sly grin in return. "See for yourself."
Randy groans in response as he reluctantly walks past him. "This better be worth it," he mumbled while stepping back inside the kitchen. Randy quickly washes up and used a clean towel to wipe off the sweat on his face and neck. He then grabs a white muscle tank top and puts it on while stepping inside the living room. As soon as Randy opens the door that leads to the living room, he looks up and his face immediately fell at the sight of her.
The blonde looks over her shoulder and smiles. "Hey, Randy…"
A small smile crossed his face as he slowly walks towards her. "What are you doing here? Isn't there a Houseshow somewhere in Pittsburg taking place in a few hours?"
"Well yeah, but I had to see you."
Randy lifts a curious brow. "You do?"
"Uh huh," she nods and bit her lip nervously.
"Okay." There was a small pause. "Please sit down, Trish."
"No, I can stand." She shot back as Randy wrinkles his forehead due to her odd behavior. "Are you feeling alright?" He asks worriedly.
"Yeah," she says with a nervous smile, "why?"
"I don't know…you seem rather…tense."
She releases a heavy sigh. "That's because I have something really important to tell you that could affect our friendship."
He looks at her and sighs. "Does this have to do with Jeff?"
Silence hung in the air as Trish presses her lips together. "He kissed me two nights ago…"
Randy shook his head in dismay and half-chuckles. "I don't even want to hear this…"
"No, Trish." He scoffs. "You know I really don't understand why you consider giving him a chance."
"Who says anything about me giving Jeff a chance?"
He furrowed his eyebrows. "But he kissed you. Isn't that supposed to mean something?"
"Then I don't want to hear it." Randy turns around completely frustrated as Trish grabbed his arm before he walked back inside the kitchen.
"But you didn't even let me finish."
"You traveled hundreds of miles just to tell me that you kissed Jeff?" He exclaims in disbelief. "You know what, Trish…you're not what I thought you are."
Trish narrows her eyes at him. "So is that how you feel?" She uttered as he could see the hurt expressed on her face. "Well you're wrong, Randy. I didn't come all the way here just to tell you that." She pauses for a brief moment and continues. "You know, last night I spent the night in an airport because every flight to St. Louis was booked and so I waited for a few hours and the only flight they had available was Chicago." Trish rambles on, speaking whatever comes to mind and letting it all out there. "And so…As soon as I got to Chicago I rented out a car and decided to drive all the way here. Had some problems along the way, especially when the car broke down on me but then I went from taxi to taxi and finally reached your house." Randy wrinkles his forehead as he continues to listen intently. "You may think why the hell is she telling me all this, why did she have to go through all that trouble just to get here, we could have done this over the phone right?"
There was a small pause as tears begin to stream down her cheeks. Her hands were beginning to shake as she tries to contain her tears and prevent herself from crying, but her mind was filled with mixed emotions she could no longer hold it.
"You're my best friend, Randy and I can tell you almost everything and anything. But it doesn't come easily when I have to tell my best friend that I'm also hopelessly…" she trails off while taking a deep nervous breath, "and madly in love with him."
Randy's lips parted as he could feel a lump in his throat. He couldn't move nor speak, but just stare at her in disbelief.
"When Jeff kissed me the other night the only face I saw was yours," Trish explains as she weakly smiles at the thought. "I was so confused till it hit me again when John asked to be with me and I thought of you." Randy's eyes soften. "Then it finally came to me." She says while looking up at him. "And the truth is I'm falling in love with you, Randy." His mouth slightly fell open. "I always have and always will."
Silence lingers in the air as Trish waits a response from Randy. But he was at a loss for words and he simply didn't know what to do or what to say for that matter. The blank look on his face was too painful for Trish to watch. She knew from that moment that it was too late and there was just no chance for them. She made him wait too long.
"Well," she groans uneasily to break the cold silence still hanging between them, "you obviously don't have anything to say to me." There was hurt in her voice. "But I just thought you should know how I feel. And you seem busy so I'm just gonna go." She coyly averts from his gaze. "Plus I have a houseshow to get to, so umm…yeah! I'll uhh…let you go back to what you were doing." Trish felt like a total idiot. She wanted to get out of there before she embarrasses herself even more. "Bye, Randy." She bit her lip and makes her way towards the door, not daring to look back at him.
Randy just stood there, not sure what to do as he watches her walk out the door. He never thought anything like this would ever happen for he waited forever—and perhaps too long for this day. 'What are you doing?' He thought to himself. 'Are you just gonna let her go again?'
As soon as Trish walked out and shuts the door behind, more tears came streaming down her cheeks. She could no longer bear the pain of Randy not saying anything; not even going after her just as he didn't fight for her. Was he mad at her? Does he even care? 'Perhaps it was meant to be like this,' she thought sadly as she begins walking down the small steps and onto the pavement where a taxi cab was already waiting on the curb to take her back to the airport. She opens the back door of the cab, about to go inside when suddenly Randy walks out from the house.
"Trish!" The blonde looks over her shoulder as Randy comes running towards her direction. "Wait, don't go."
He stood in front of her catching his breath while at the same time staring deeply into her eyes. Just then he took Trish by surprise as he closed the gab between them and captured her lips with his own in a heated and passionate kiss. Trish quickly responded, breaking the kiss after being caught up in the moment and staring at him in disbelief with so many questions running through her head.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Trish but the truth is," Randy grins as he brushes a strand of hair away from her face. "I'm hopelessly and madly in love with you."
A/N: lol. You guys thought it would be other way around at first huh? Please don't forget to review! Anyway...watch out for my upcoming Randy/Trish fic. And I'll consider a Trish/John fic as well. Later, everyone!