Hello, WWE fans! (: I've made a really long story to share with you all. Here's all the info you need to know about it.

1) It's slash. The pairing is Randy/Cody.

2) Possible smut in later chapters.

3) This story is all in Cody's POV. (:

Since this is the first chapter, it's going to be shorter than the rest, just because... :P Hope you all like it! (:

We Found Love

Chapter 1

The sun was shining through the windows of the classroom I was in at Indian Creek High.

"Alright, class. You may partner up for this assignment. Go to page 77 and complete problems 1-15. This will be due at the end of the hour and I expect it to be completed," the algebra teacher, Mrs. Alan, announced.

I really didn't socialize at school, so I had nobody to work with. I was quiet and always an overachiever. With a sigh, I grabbed a textbook and turned to the assigned page. I picked up my pencil as I read the problem.

I didn't want to solve it. A smack of realization hit me. Maybe this is why girls don't like me. They see me as a nerd.

I sighed again, and put my hand on my forehead.

"Everybody, could I have your attention please? This is the new kid, Randy Orton. He'll be in this class for the remainder of the year," Mrs. Alan declared.

"Hey," a low, male voice said.

The guy walked over to the seat across from me. It was the new kid, Randy.

"What's your name?" Randy asked.

"Cody Garrett Runnels, but some people call me Cody Rhodes," I replied, nervously.

Nobody ever wanted to talk to me. But knowing that this guy was willing to made me feel a little better.

"You're... cute, Cody," Randy breathed. "Real cute."

I was never used to anybody calling me cute. But why was a guy saying this to me?
I felt my face get warmer, and I was probably blushing by now.

"Thanks," I replied.

I couldn't even focus on my work. This guy was sure as hell going to be a distraction.

"Cody, oh Cody," Randy teased. "Are you a smart boy?"

"Yeah," I said.

"We'll see about that," Randy stated.

I wonder what he means by that.

(Next day at school)

I walked into the commons at my school, waiting to go to algebra.

"Hey," a familiar voice whispered into my ear.

A shiver went down my spine in shock.

"Would you mind if I walked with you to class?" Randy asked.

"No, not at all," I replied, smiling.

"Good, good," Randy mumbled.

Randy and I walked up the stairs, and then went down a few hallways to get to our class.
He stopped outside of the classroom, by a row of lockers. He looked down on me, his eyes meeting mine. I was confused about what I felt. Was I attracted to Randy? I'm straight though, aren't I?

Randy snapped me out of my thoughts by instinctively wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me. I was in complete shock. He pulled out of the hug and gave a quick peck to my lips.

I was bewildered. Did he just kiss me or am I dreaming? I think I was ... lovestruck.

(After school)

I walked to my locker and found Randy waiting there. Nobody was in sight. Randy walked so that he was positioned behind me, placing his arms around me, and he whispered, "I like you."

My heart rate sped up. I didn't know why. Wait, maybe I did. Maybe I have feelings for him.

I turned around to face him, and as soon as I did, his lips met mine for about a second, but only because I pulled away.

"Randy, I'm not gay," I said.

"Kissing me won't make you gay, babe," Randy replied. "Just imagine kissing someone other than me."

I've never kissed anybody before, so this was a little nerve wracking.

He pulled me closer to him, his lips meeting mine once again. For a moment, he was kissing me, but I wasn't kissing back. I suddenly didn't care what anyone would think or if this would make me gay or not. I kissed him back. His hands were running through my short, chestnut brown hair.

He deepened the kiss, putting a little tongue action into it. Our tongues entangled, fighting for dominance.

We finally pulled away for much needed air.

"Cody... You're so hot," Randy smirked.

His eyes seemed to darken. They darkened with lust, need.

But, Randy wasn't finished yet. He began to kiss my neck, and then ran his tongue from a trail from the base of my neck to my bottom lip.

Maybe I was a little too excited. "R-Randy, let's not do this at school."

"Can't wait any longer. I need you, Codes. Right now," Randy huskily said.

He had nicknamed me "Codes." No one has ever called me that. But when he said it, it was such a turn on that I, too, felt the need to do things to Randy that I'd never imagine doing to anybody else.