Fragile

A/N: I know most of you want to murder me right know due to the fact that I haven't been updating any of my stories. I sincerely apologize but I am suffering from a serious case of writer's block right now and am still trying to recover from it. By doing so, I decided to write a new story and hopefully, this will help me recuperate. Again, I am sorry for the inconvenience and I hope that you guys don't hate me. Mwah!

"I hope it didn't hurt." The young man uttered as he sat on the edge of his seat in his locker room.

A smile played on the diva's face. "No…not at all."

"I can't believe the scriptwriters made me have to do that to you. Giving you an RKO, I mean."

She cackled at his comment. "Oh come on. It's just a script." She pointed out. "Besides, it didn't even hurt."

"Right…okay…so…are we still on for tonight?" he asked.

"Of course we are. Let me just change and we're good to go." She answered with a smile.

"Alright." He said, watching her walk out of his locker room and head for the women's own.

…

"Hey Stacy…" the divas greeted the moment she entered the room.

"Hi girls!" she greeted back, grabbing her duffel bag and pulling out her clothes.

"Where are you going tonight?" Trish asked with a grin.

"Out…with Randy." Stacy replied.

"Ooohhh…Stacy's going out with her boyfriend tonight." Molly teased.

"Quit it, you guys. He's not my boyfriend."

"Not yet, you mean." Christy giggled.

"And what about that kiss a while ago? Hmm? Care to explain that?" asked Molly.

"It was part of the script, you guys!" Stacy made clear to them, shaking her head.

"Yeah…but that doesn't mean it didn't mean anything!" Trish answered.

"Whatever. I'm dressing up." Stacy told them, heading towards the bathroom.

The three divas giggled. "She's so funny. It's already so obvious that there's something going on with her and Randy and yet, she's still in denial." Molly spoke.

"Yeah! I mean…with the constant flirting, being all 'traveling partners' and stuff, the holding of hands and the kissing on the cheek…there's no doubt about it!" Trish replied.

"It's really cute." Christy joined in. "I mean…finally…Stacy's heart is opening up again."

"Yeah…the poor thing. I hope Randy's not like those guys, Andrew and Scott." Trish scoffed. "Not worth a strand of Stacy's hair."

"Nah…I'm pretty sure Randy's not like that." Molly said in reply as Stacy emerged from the bathroom wearing a short, denim skirt, a white halter top and a pair of white Havaianas. Her hair was up in a pony tail and resting on her arm was a denim jacket that matched her minis.

"Awww…Stace…you look gorgeous. Where is Randy taking you?" Trish asked.

Stacy smiled. "I don't really know yet." She answered while applying clear lip gloss on her perfect lips.

"Well you better tell us what happens, okay? Every single detail." Molly ordered, making Stacy laugh.

"Of course, you guys." Stacy answered. "Anyway, I have to go now. Randy's waiting for me. See you all later!" she waved, heading out of the women's locker room.

"Bye, Stace! Have fun!" the three called out.

…

"Damn, she looks hot!" was the first thing Randy Orton thought of, the moment Stacy Keibler entered his locker room.

"Hey! You ready?" she asked him, eyeing his attire.

He wore a pair of plain jeans and a black sweatshirt with just a white tank underneath. He was dressed very simply but for Stacy, he still looked gorgeous.

"Yup! I'm ready! So…let's go?" he inquired.

"Yeah, okay!"

Grabbing his and Stacy's bags, the two headed for the parking lot where Randy's rented Jaguar was waiting. After placing their bags inside the trunk, he opened the passenger seat's door for Stacy before climbing in on his own side.

"So where are we going?" Stacy queried, curiosity surfacing on her vivid features.

Randy could only grin. "You'll see."

…

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Bright lights flickered here and there; the strong scent of cotton candies and hotdogs filling the air. Everywhere, there were booths, stores, prizes and rides as people rode them laughing and having the time of their lives.

"A carnival!" Stacy exclaimed with so much glee. This made Randy's heart flip.

"I knew you'd like it here. Come on! Let's go ride the Ferris wheel!" he insisted, grabbing Stacy's hand and running towards the nearest ticket booth.

…

"Wheeeee!" Stacy squealed once their ride reached the top. "Check it out, Randy! You can see the arena from up here!"

Randy snickered. "Hey…yeah! You can see the company's flag!" he agreed.

Stacy smiled at him before a comfortable silence filled the air.

"So…about that kiss…" Randy began. "Ummm…I know it's all just part of the script…but you see…uhhh…I couldn't stop thinking about it…and…uhhh…I was just…you know…wondering if…" Randy stopped stuttering as he realized Stacy's lips were already on his. Her kiss was short but sweet.

"Is that what you wanted?" Stacy asked, a smile playing on her pretty face.

Randy could only flush as his heart figuratively did cartwheels. "Can I have another one?" he almost squeaked.

Stacy grinned before leaning in to kiss him, this time longer.

"So…is it official?" Randy whispered the moment they pulled apart.

"What is?" Stacy asked.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

And the answer to this was already a given. "Of course, Randy." Stacy whispered back before Randy cupped her face gently and pulled her in for another kiss.

…

"Thanks for tonight, Randy. I had a really great time." Stacy told him, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Don't worry, Stace. We'll do this again." Randy winked.

"Okay!" Stacy giggled. "So I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked, while hugging the stuffed teddy bear Randy had won for her back in the carnival.

"Yeah…I'll pick you up here at 10 so we can have breakfast together."

Stacy smiled. "Okay."

"Sweet dreams, princess." Randy told her, taking hold of her hand and meeting her lips, kissing her with tremendous passion. "Good night." He whispered.

"Good night, Randy." Stacy whispered back.

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