A/N: Alright, another new story. But this time, it will be different. Of course, you'll see lots of OC characters, all the friends of Haasie ;) his family and the town people. I don't plan to make it very long, but I can always change my mind if I get good reviews. It will be mainly about Charlie, but mostly under Randy's point of view. Complicated isn't it? Well, you'll understand as you read on.

I just want to make a small point before letting you read though. Of course, I own absolutely nothing about the WWE. But you figured that out huh:P And I also want to point out that I have no idea where Charlie is really from, nor anything about his family. I could have researched yes, but the story was screaming at me to be written. So my apologies, but I'll go with these details as I feel them alright? This is fiction after all, fiction based on our loveliest wrestlers, but fiction anyway. Please be nice...and review! On with the story now...

'' Now, you tell me again why did I let you drag me all the way here in New Jersey during my only two weeks of vacation?'' Asked Randy Orton to his best friend, Charlie Haas.

'' Because, dumbass, you had nothing else to do. Besides, weren't you the one saying it'd be cool to hang around my hometown? Well, here is your chance!''

Randy rolled his eyes, grinning evilly. He loved complaining, but deep down inside, he was glad Charlie invited him to hang with him during their vacation.

'' Tell me you still hang around those hot chicks you showed me pictures of.''

'' But of course, listen, it might be a small town, but I'm the King of this place. You'll see what I mean tonight at the club. Everyone's dying to meet you. And John will be joining us next week, think about how much fun we'll have. ''

Randy knew they were heading for some serious fun. He was just eager to get it started. But for now, Charlie had a family diner, and Randy had no intention to go. He wanted the Haas family to stay together.

'' You sure you don't want to come Orton? Come on, my mom would love to meet you.''

'' No, man. That's alright, another night maybe. For now, you need some privacy. I'll be fine in my little hotel room, I might even go outside and explore a little this village.''

Charlie punched him, laughing.

'' It's called a town damn Orton, rich-guy. Not all of us came from a wrestling family. Anyways, have fun, I'll call you later and I'll pick you up for the real fun.''

Randy nod and watched as Charlie left. Under all the bitching, Randy was glad to be here. A small place were people seemed fairly friendly, it'd be realxing. No groupies, no reporters trailing their every step. And it was also nice for Charlie to be the hero. To be the center of attention for once. Everyone knew him, praised him in his hometown. It was good, cause Charlie had always felt underappreciated, always wanting to do more, since his brother died five years ago. His friend was one hell of a performer inthe ring, but unfortunately, never got the good scripts. He couldn't wait to see him as the ''Hero'' of the town. To see him shine his own light.

But for now, he was hungry. But he didn't felt like eating right here in the Hotel. Why not go to a quiet restaurant, to see if he could meet some interestening people? After all, he was here to have fun...

Half an hour later, he found himself standing outside a charming place called '' The Buzz''. It seemed pretty clean and welcoming. He stepped inside, noticing the looks from the few customers already there. He sat down and helped himself with a menu. A glass of water was placed in front of him and he took it eagerly, emptying it. The weather was really hot around here. He lifted his gaze up to thank the waitress, but the last drops of water in his throat choked him. He coughed, amazed by the delight his eyes had set upon. A tall girl, with long black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a red skirt and a white shirt was staring at him, waiting to taker his order. She had purple eyes, with glasses standing on top of her head. He was speechless. What a beauty!

She smirked at him.

'' Can I take your order? Or should I come back later when you're back to your senses?''

He shook his head, allowing a few more coughs.

'' I'm ok, I'm ok. You just startled me. errr, I don't know yet, maybe you could help me? What's good in here?''

He gave her the ''Orton'' smile, the one that made every girl melt. The conquerer smile. But it had no effect whatsoeveron her. She just waited, staring at him. He checked her nametag, Megan, a beautiful name for a gorgeous girl.

'' Well, Megan? Why don't you take a seat beside me and help me choose? Cause I feel you're an expert at knowing what's good...''

He winked, sure to have hitten his target this time. She laughed, throwing her head back. His cocky smile went back on, bullseyes! She was in...She leaned over the table, grabbing his glass. He noticed how good her perfume smelled. But as soon as he focused back on her face, he saw that her eyes had turn to a very cold shade.

'' Listen to me, Mr. The Superstar, I am not an eye-candy, neither am I part of the menu. I'll get you another glass of water, and by the time I get back, you better be ready to order, or less, I'll be forced to choose for you, and we have some great spicy food in here.''

With that beeing said, she was gone. He blinked. That was a turn off. Litterally. He had never beeing turned down like that before. He would just have to wait for her to come back, she wasn't done with him just yet...