His Best Friend: Chapter 1- Missing His Girl
Summary: Randy Orton visits his best friend, Liz, for a few days. After she gets her heart broken, Randy makes her an offer she doesn't refuse. When Randy gets too overprotective, Liz strays and gets into a difficult situation with Wade Barrett.
Disclaimer: Rated M for violence, sex, and language. I only own Liz, Liz's parents (only their names are mentioned),and Tucker (who only appears in the end of chapter 1 and the beginning of chapter 2).
Randy Orton stood on the plane to retrieve his carry-on from the overhead bin. One of the stewardesses had been watching him during the flight. She loved how tall and tanned he was. She thought the best part was his tattoos; both of his arms were covered in gray and black ink. His dark brown hair was cut really close to his head; his thick facial hair made him look even more brooding. He wore a tight blue t-shirt that complimented his steel blue eyes. His dark jeans were relaxed low on his hips. When he reached up, into the bin, his shirt rose revealing his tight, rippled abs. The flight attendant could barely contain herself. She looked at his left hand to see if he wore a wedding band, but his ring finger was just as naked as she had wished he was at that moment.
She approached him and tried her hand at flirting with him, but he had another girl on his mind; he ignored the flight attendant's advances and sat back down in his seat when the seatbelt sign lit up.
As soon as the plane landed in Jackson, Mississippi, Randy had his cell phone in his hand; he was ready to call up his girl. Randy grabbed his carry-on and stepped off the plane into the airport. When he saw there were enough signal bars, he scrolled his contacts list until he saw the entry, "Lizard". He grinned and tapped the call button. The line didn't ring long until she answered.
"What's up Casanova?" she said into the phone. Randy could tell just by her voice that she was smiling.
"Hey Liz. I just landed. You didn't forget about me did you?" he asked; he pretended to be sad.
"You know what? I knew there was something I was forgetting. Give me an hour and I'll be there," she joked.
Randy laughed. "You're always so mean to me," He joked. "I'm starving! You want to grab some food?"
"I could eat, but there aren't any decent places open at 3am," she said with a condescending tone.
"True," he said quietly.
Liz chuckled. "Where are you now?" she asked.
"Hell. Oops. I meant baggage claim." he said jokingly.
Liz laughed. "Alright. I'm in the main lobby. I can't wait to see you!" she said that last part with squealing excitement.
"Geez. I'd like to be able to ear in the future," Randy said referring to Liz's squealing.
"Whatever, old man," she said before she quickly hung up before Randy could yell at her through the phone for making fun of his age.
Liz stood in the lobby and looked around for Randy. She didn't think he would take so long in baggage claim. Suddenly, she was roughly grabbed by her waist and tickled. She knew immediately it was Randy.
"I am not an old man," he said as Liz laughed. When he thought Liz had had enough punishment, he stopped and put her back on her feet. She quickly turned to face him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you so much," she said into his chest.
Randy smiled and hugged her just as tight. "I missed you, too, Liz," he said before he kissed the top of her head. Her thick, fluffy, brown hair tickled his face. Randy was about to speak again before a vendor approached them.
"Would like to buy a rose for your lady?" the vendor asked.
Randy and Liz laughed. They were used to people assuming they were a couple. This particular girl wasn't Randy's wife; not his girlfriend, either. Elizabeth Michelle Caro was Randy's best friend. There was a thirteen year age difference, but their close friendship would never give it away. It was as if Randy and Liz were siblings.
Liz and Randy's sister Becky grew up together; they even share a birthday. The two girls were inseperable. Liz did not have any siblings so Becky was the sister she didn't have. They did everything together- well, they did all the things Becky's body would allow her to do. When Becky was born, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness that prevented her from living a regular life. She was limited to certain amounts of time outside and she was on so many different medications that made her drowsy so she slept a lot of the time. Even though the doctors estimated that Becky would only live until she was a year old, she died when she and Liz were six years old.
After Becky's tragic death, Randy helped Liz mourn. Liz's parents did what they could, but they couldn't get through to her like Randy could. The six year old wasn't fully capable of understanding of what happened to her best friend but since Randy was 19 at the time, he was able to help her understand what happened to Becky and why it happened. Ever since then, Randy made it his duty to treat Liz as another sister.
A few months after Becky died, Randy was called to his fulfill his dream of being a professional wrestler for World Wrestling Entertainment. WWE had a very rigorous work schedule. Randy didn't get to go home for the first year and a half of his career. While he was away, he and Becky still communicated via email; Liz's mom Regina helped her with the emails. Whenever Randy did visit, however, he spent all of his time with Liz.
His return now was for that very reason; he aimed to spend a few days with his best friend before he had to get back on the road with WWE.
When Randy and Liz explained to the vendor that they were just friends, the vendor seemed to be embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I just thought maybe you two were an item. You look so nice together." she said.
Liz smiled and bought a rose anyway and gave it to Randy. "For you, Casanova." she said with a curtsy. Randy chuckled and took the rose. His smile faded when he got a full view of what Liz was wearing.
"Where are the rest of your fucking clothes, Elizabeth?" he asked like an angry, overprotective brother.
Liz looked herself over and shrugged. "What are you talking about?" she asked with a pout. Her big, hazel eyes were full of confusion. She was wearing a pair of cut off shorts, a deep-V neck tank top, and gladiator sandals. Her long legs seemed to go on forever; her short torso allowed for that illusion. Her bountiful breast peeked just enough over the bra she wore under the tank top.
Randy shook his head and decided it wasn't a big deal since there weren't a lot of people around. "Never mind, let's just go get something to eat." he said. Liz nodded and walked out the door; Randy followed with his suitcase in one hand. It rolled behind him; his carry-on was attacked to the suitcase.
"Which car did you bring?" Randy asked.
Liz smirked. "Your favorite." she said as she tossed him the keys; he caught them. Randy looked at them, saw the design on the key, and grinned.
"You're going to let me drive the Hummer?" he asked. She usually didn't let anyone touch it.
Liz shrugged. "I trust you." she said.
Randy smiled and pressed the remote key to locate the vehicle in the parking lot. The vehicle chirped; Randy and Liz followed the sound. When they approached the Hummer, Randy stared at the machine.
"It's just a car." Liz said.
"Huh?" Randy asked in a daze. Liz snapped her fingers in front of Randy's face to get his attention.
"You're about to jizz in your pants over a car. If that's not something an old man does, I don't know what is." Liz said under her breath. She hoped Randy didn't hear her, but he did. He charged at her, but she ran. He chased her around the car until she opened the passenger door and jumped into the seat. She quickly locked the doors so that Randy couldn't get to her. She grinned as he tried to open the door.
"C'mon, Lizard. Open the door." he said with a sinister smirk.
"Only if you promise not to tickle me, hit me, pinch me, or pull my hair." she said; she knew those were Randy's go-to forms of playful punishment.
Randy sighed and agreed to the stipulations. "Fine. Just unlock the door."
Liz shook her head. "Say that you promise." she said.
"Really? I'm about to die of starvation and you want me to say all of that?" he asked. Liz nodded. Randy groaned. "I promise not to tickle you, hit you, pinch you, or pull your hair." he said as he rolled his eyes.
Liz looked at him with skepticism. "I don't believe you." she said. Just then, the doors all unlocked. Randy smirked and held up the keys in his hand. Liz had forgotten that she had given him the keys. Randy opened the passenger door and lunged at Liz before he tickled her ferociously. She shrieked, kicked, and scratched at Randy to stop. "I'm… sorry… please… stop…" she tried to say through fits of laughter as Randy playfully attacked her.
She clawed at Randy's arms, leaving light scratch marks. One scratch, however, drew blood and forced Randy to retreat. Liz gasped when she saw the blood.
"I'm so sorry, Randy." she said as she covered her mouth.
Randy shrugged. "It's okay. Now, can we please go eat?" he asked annoyed.
Liz chuckled and nodded.
"Finally!" he breathed. Randy closed the passenger door back and put his luggage in the back seat of the vehicle. He then walked over to the driver's side. He got settled in the seat, closed the door, and put on his seat belt. He had to adjust the seat to fit his six foot, four inch frame. Liz was much shorter than him and the seat was adjusted to her height. When he was seated comfortably, he took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition. He was way too excited to start the monster of a vehicle. Liz chuckled as he reveled in the moment. Randy glared at her, forcing her to stop laughing to prevent another attack.
Randy started the Hummer and the motor roared to life; Randy grinned. Liz shook her head. "Pathetic," she mumbled jokingly. Randy smiled, ignored the comment, and drove out of the parking lot.
"Where to?" Randy asked as he drove.
Liz thought for a moment. "There's a diner near my place that's open 24 hours," she suggested; she told him the directions.
Randy nodded. "So how do you like it here?" he asked. This was his first time to visit her since she had made the move to Mississippi.
"I love it. I miss Missouri, but I really like living here." She said. Randy could tell that Liz was a bit sad; he could tell that she missed her parents.
Liz moved to Madison, Mississippi after her parents died in a car accident in Missouri. Her dad, Valentino Caro, was a clothing designer from Italy and her mother, Regina Parkley-Caro, was one of the first African American super models. When Liz was born, she became a stay-at-home mom. Since Liz was their only child, all of their assets went to her. Millions of dollars from her dad's clothing line was immediately transferred to her bank account. Her mom's profits from past shoots were wired to her account as well. Liz was set for life and she decided to move to Madison, Mississippi.
The drive from Jackson to Madison was about 30 minutes; Liz gave Randy directions the entire way since she was familiar with the area. She had lived there for almost six months. Soon enough, Randy pulled into diner's parking lot. There were only 2 cars in the lot, so it wasn't crowded. When Randy parked the car, he and Liz headed inside the diner.
The other patrons were young men and women; they looked to be around Liz's age. Randy and Liz sat at an empty booth and looked over the menu that was already at the table. The waiter came over to take their orders, but he was distracted; he was staring down Liz's tank top while she looked at the menu. She didn't notice the waiter's staring, but Randy did.
"Hey!" Randy said sharply. The waiter jumped and turned his attention to Randy.
"What can I get for you?" the waiter asked.
Randy gave him the most intimidating look he could muster up. The waiter was shaking nervously as he waited for Randy to speak.
"Water. Deluxe omelet. Hash browns. Toast," He said the order very harshly and shoved the menu into the waiter's gut with force. The waiter groaned in pain and doubled over. It caught Liz's attention; she gasped.
"Randy!" she scolded.
"The son of a bitch was staring down your shirt!" he said in defense of his actions.
Liz shook her head. "Are you okay?" she asked the waiter. Without saying a word, he kept eye contact with her and nodded. "I'm so, so sorry." She said sympathetically. He cleared his throat and asked Liz for her order. "I'll have the breakfast sausage and egg wrap with orange juice," she said. The waiter nodded. She gently handed the menu to him and watched him walk away.
When the waiter was out of site, Liz glared at Randy. "Did you really have to punch him in the stomach?" she asked. It was usual for Randy to be overprotective, but he rarely ever physically harmed anyone in Liz's defense.
Randy sighed. "I'm sorry for not letting some sleazy dude gawk at you." he said sarcastically. Liz just shook her head and changed the topic.
"So what's the plan while you're here?" Liz asked.
"Well, there's the house show later tonight, I'm free tomorrow and Sunday, and then I have Raw in Biloxi on Monday." he said as he laid out his schedule.
The waiter returned with the drinks; he tried to star at Liz, but he couldn't resist. Her golden brown skin glistened so beautifully; he full breasts were begging to be stared at. Randy cleared his throat, making the young waiter flinch. "Your food will be out soon, sir." the waiter said to Randy in a shaky voice as he placed the drinks on the table. As the waiter walked away, Randy tripped him by putting his foot in the aisle.
Liz jumped quickly stood up to help the waiter up as soon as he fell. "What the fuck, Randy?!" she yelled.
"Don't tell me you didn't see him almost drooling on you!" he said as he pointed to the waiter as Liz helped him up.
"I'm so sorry about him. Please don't be upset," she begged the waiter. The waiter didn't say anything; he just walked way. Liz huffed and sat back down. "You can't just be rude to the people who handle your food; he might spit in yours!" She said to Randy.
Randy sat quietly and clenched his jaw repeatedly. Liz sighed. She knew Randy meant well, but sometimes he could get out of hand. They sat in silence until Liz saw the waiter returning to the table. "Be nice!" she said to Randy sternly through her teeth.
The waiter silently put the plates of food on the table and walked away. Liz let out a sigh of relief. Randy and Liz ate and made general conversation until both meals were devoured. Randy paid, but he didn't leave a tip. Liz frowned at him until he gave in a left a fairly large tip. He even went to the waiter and apologized. Randy realized that if he didn't, Liz wasn't going to be happy with him and that was something he didn't want. When the waiter accepted the apology—and the tip—he shook Randy's hand. Liz smiled and led Randy out of the restaurant.
As the two walked toward the Hummer, Liz held out her hand. "Keys." She demanded. Randy frowned in confusion. "Give me the keys. You've lost the privilege of driving." She reiterated. Randy pouted and gave Liz the keys. She pressed a button on the remote to unlock the doors.
She was five feet and six inches tall, but she still had to jump in order to get into the vehicle. When she closed the door, Liz readjusted the seat so that she could reach the pedals. She started the car once she and Randy had on their seatbelts. She made herself comfortable by pulling up her right leg and tucking her right foot underneath her left thigh. It was almost like a half Indian-style position.
The drive from the diner to Liz's house was only about 10 minutes; she yawn sleepily as she drove. Randy flipped the radio stations until he found a station he liked. It was classic rock station. He bobbed his head to the music; so did Liz. Thanks to Randy, her taste in music was very broad.
Eventually, Liz pulled up to a closed gate that had an electronic password box. As she inched closer to the box, she let her window down to put in the gate's password. The gate opened slowly and she drove down the long, gravel drive.
Silently, Randy looked at the house as the lights outside illuminated it. It was a fairly large house for a single 20 year old to live in. The house itself sat on a glistening, manmade lake; the water rolled peacefully as they drove. Liz continued around the back of the house and pressed a button in the Hummer that triggered the garage door to open. As the door rose, Randy noticed movement outside the window. He looked harder and recognized what he saw.
"Uh, Liz?" he called quietly.
"Hm?" she responded sleepily.
"There's a deer in your backyard," he said.
Liz wasn't surprised at all. "It's a deer, Randy. It won't hurt you." she said as she yawned. Randy accepted her response partly because he was too tired to question it.
Once the garage door rose fully, Liz drove into it and parked the Hummer in between the older Ford pick-up truck and the Mercedes she usually drove. When the motor turned off, Randy got out of the Hummer and grabbed his bags from the back and waited for Liz to unlock the door to the house. He leaned on the wall as he waited. Randy was startled when the garage started going down again; it was much more loud than he expected it to be. Liz pointed to where he was standing. "You leaned on the button." She said referring to the illuminated button on the wall that controlled the garage door. Randy nodded and yawned.
Liz unlocked the door and walked in; she showed Randy around the house. "This is the kitchen, the dining room is over there and here's the living room. This is the foyer, over there is the den, the sunroom through there, the laundry room is around the corner, an office is right here, and the guest bathroom is right there." she said as she lazily pointed at the rooms. Randy wasn't really paying attention; he was waiting to be shown a guest room so he could go to bed. He followed Liz up a flight of spiral stairs.
"That's the game room and my workout stuff is in that room. This is my room and the rest of these rooms are guest rooms; they all have a closet and a bathroom. You can pick whichever one you want." she said as she pointed to closed doors.
Randy nodded. "Thanks for picking me up and letting me stay here." he said.
Liz waved him off. "You're welcome. I'm going to bed. Good night," she said as she walked away.
"Good night, Lizard. Love you." Randy replied.
"Love you, too, Casanova." Liz said over her shoulder.
It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when Randy and Liz retreated into their rooms and went to bed.
That afternoon, Liz was woken by Randy who was shaking her awake. She groaned in frustration. "What do you want?" she asked in an irritated tone as she was still wrapped up in her bed sheets with her face still buried in the pillow.
"How do you turn on the shower?" Randy asked.
Liz started glaring at Randy for a split second and saw that he was naked apart from a towel wrapped around his waist. The fluffy white fabric rested low on his hips. "Why are you naked?" she asked as she sat up.
Randy shrugged. "I took off my clothes and put them in the wash before I got in the shower, but then I couldn't figure out how to turn on the water," he explained.
Liz sighed and dragged herself to the guest room Randy was sleeping in. She went into the bathroom and waited for him to follow her. When Randy showed up behind her, Liz pressed one of the buttons in the shower. "There," she said and walked away.
"What kind of shower doesn't have regular knobs?" Randy asked.
Liz rolled her eyes. "Do you know how many people die in the shower?" she asked. Randy shook his head. "One person everyday dies in the bathtub or shower because they slip and hit their head on the knobs. Do you want to be that one person today? I don't think you do. I'm saving your life today." She said.
He didn't say anything else; Liz was already cranky and he didn't want to make it worse. When she left the bathroom, Randy peeled off the towel and stepped under the hot spray of the water. He lingered in the shower for a while to get a good, hot water massage. When he was done, he couldn't figure out how to turn off the shower. He decided to ask Liz after he got dressed. He quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants his RKO t-shirt.
Randy left the room and looked for Liz in her room, but she wasn't there. He suddenly heard a faint noise in the kitchen and he followed the sounds. Randy found Liz bent over in the refrigerator.
"How do you turn off the shower?" he asked. Liz jumped and bumped her head on a refrigerator fixture.
"Dammit, Randy!" she yelped. "It's the same button I pressed to turn it on!" she yelled.
Randy stood there dumbfounded. "Oh. I didn't think about that." He said as he walked away. Liz sighed and continued her work in the kitchen.
While Randy was gone, the doorbell rang. Liz smiled; she was expecting someone. She quickly walked to the door and opened it. She kissed the man deeply, but broke the kiss when she heard Randy's footsteps.
"Who are you?" Randy asked the guy at the door. Liz took a deep breath and let the man inside; she closed the door behind him.
"Tucker, this is Randy; Randy, this is my boyfriend Tucker." She said nervously. She knew Randy wasn't going to react well to her having a boyfriend.
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