DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Blah blah blah blah.

A/N: I wrote this because me and friend thing randy orton looks like Elvis, not fat, Vegas Elvis, but the skinny Elvis. Any way, the song is called Return To Sender by Elvis Presley.

My boyfriend is an idiot I thought. Wasn't the first time I thought this either.

I was lounging by my pool listening to the radio trying to get some sun. It was beautiful outside. And honestly, I couldn't stand to be in the house any longer. I have been giving Randy the silent treatment for a week already. I wouldn't pick up his phone calls, answer his texts or emails, he has even written me a letter that I wouldn't respond to. I wanted to drive him crazy, the way he does me. I was singing along to song on the radio when it came to the end the DJ came back on.

"Ok, we are back live with our request hour and we will be playing a request from Randy to his girlfriend Veronica. Veronica, Randy says that he is sorry for being a "jerkface" and that he loves you very much. he also says that you look amazing In your pink bikini"

WHAT??? I Couldn't believe what they just said on the radio! He was being So….So…Adorable. He even got the DJ to say he was being a jerkface. That's my favorite name for him. Wait? Did he say I look amazing in my pink bikini? I turned around in my chair and looked at Randy standing on the back patio.

I gave a letter to the postman,
he put it in his sack.
Bright and early next morning,
he brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D.
Bright and early next morning
it came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
and put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
then I'll understand the writing on it

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked

"When the DJ gave read my request." He replied with that trademark smirk.

I walked over to him and gave him a kiss.

"So you're talking to me again?" he asked

"Yeah but don't think that every time when have a fight you can play this song to get out of it jerkface" I said

"Yeah, but babe, Elvis has like a million songs." There's that smirk again…