Disclaimer~ First ever fanfic I've actually completed! Well this oneshot anyway lol. I don't own John Cena or Randy Orton or any other WWE people. If I did I would need to buy a king sized bed ya get me? K done with the dirty thoughts onto the story! Reviews welcome even flames.
Only One-
As I came around the corner I saw my best friend John Cena coming out of a locker room.
"Hey John. Whats up?" John shook his head.
"Hey Ari." Ok something was definitely wrong, I could tell because John looked a little bit concerned.
"Wait what's wrong? You're never like this." John chuckled.
"Actually I'm fine. It's Randy that debatable." Uh oh! I looked quickly over to the locker room door then back at John.
"What happened?" my voice came out more high pitched then I'd wanted but either John didn't notice or he chose to ignore it.
"He got into a fight with Hunter just now. And before you ask, yes it was pretty bad."
"Oh my God… is he okay?" I asked. John shrugged.
"I don't know. Why don't you go and talk to him? I think you're the only one that can calm him down when he's like this honestly." I started to argue but a crash from inside the locker room stopped me. For Randy's sake lets hope John is right. Taking a deep breath I passed John and slowly opened the door not sure what id find inside. The room was completely trashed. Randy was pacing back and forth near the couch, to pissed to notice I was even in the room yet. The floor had magazines all over it, almost as if Randy had just flung them around. Ahh there's the crash I just heard, I thought as my gaze fell onto a chair that was in pieces. Damn…
Randy continued to pace around the couch, flexing his arms every few seconds. John was right. I don't think I've ever seen Randy this pissed off before and to be honest it was kinda unnerving. Now I knew he'd never hurt me but still… sometimes the voices in his head were louder then others.
Just as I had gathered up the courage to say something, Randy let out an exclamation of rage and punched the wall. At the impact of his fist against the stone I jumped a little bit. His breathing was heavy as a result of the adrenaline that was probably still flowing through his body.
"Randy?" I said cautiously. At the sound of my voice, Randy was pulled out of his daze. He looked over at me finally realizing that I was there.
"Randy?" I spoke again this time taking a small step forward towards him. Randy backed away from the wall but just started up the pacing again.
"Are yo- I mean- why did you make it look like a hurricane came through here?" Randy's eyes glowed some.
"Hunter." It came out as a growl.
"What happened?" I took another step forward only to leap back as he kicked the table.
"Fuck! Week on week it's the same shit! Fuckin Stephanie!" Randy kicked the table again sending it flying into the wall. He was certainly NOT calm. I knew how Randy was when he was like this and that meant that Hunter and him must've come pretty damn close to killing each other.
"What did he do?" I asked again.
"Don't matter!" Randy shoved the couch away unconsciously coming closer to me.
"Apparently it does. Look its over now Randy. Please try to relax." I could see he was struggling to keep it under control.
"Its not over Ari! And it fuckin never will be! Goddamn it cant you see that?!" I practically flew up against the wall as he kicked the couch once again. Randy immediately turned towards me at my sudden movement. I was staring at him still with caution in my eyes as he slowly started to come over to me. His shoulders and facial expression relaxed and when his eyes met my gaze I saw something break in the icy blue depths. Randy stopped a few inches away from me and brushed his hand against mine.
"Don't…" he murmured. Slightly confused as to what he meant I said,
"Don't what?" he looked into my eyes as he spoke, making me feel better for some reason.
"Don't be scared of me Ari. Id never hurt you." I tried to ignore how sexy his cologne smelled as I nodded.
"I know that. I always have. I'm just worried bout you." Randy closed his eyes for a second.
Normal View-He hated that he'd made her feel unsafe near him. That's the last thing he wanted. Ari should feel safe with him and he wanted her to know that he'd never hurt her. He couldn't.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to flip out on you like that. I'm okay now." He bit back a sigh of relief as she seemed to relax more.
Ari's POV-
"Its cool. I'm just happy that you stopped hearing voices. I hate seeing you upset. I smiled at him.
"And I hate seeing you nervous to be around me." Not realizing what I was doing, I slowly slid my hand into Randy's as I replied.
"I'm not. Out of everyone, I actually feel most comfortably round you. I don't know why…" I watched as Randy smirked at me.
"Really now? That's interesting." My eyelids fluttered some as his hot breath hit my face.
"You're the only one.." I opened my eyes wide. I cant believe id just told him that. Afraid of what I might see, I quickly glanced up at him. He looked a little bit surprised as well.
"I am?" slowly I nodded my head yes. Randy leaned down and while brushing his lips against mine whispered,
"I love you.." What? Did he just tell me that? His hands slid up my waist and he pinned me up against the wall, the smell of his cologne slightly overwhelming.
"I love you too.." Randy's eyes for the first time since the fight weren't full of anger. Instead lust was mixed with love as he finally kissed me. I brought my arms up wrapping them tightly around his neck to pull him closer to me. He got the hint and snaked hi arms around my waist pressing me up against his muscular chest. After a minute he slowly pulled away but kept me in his embrace.
"What about your other woman?" I whispered, wanting nothing more then to keep kissing him. Randy shook his head and placed his hand on my cheek.
"There aint any. You're the only one." A smirk played across my face at hearing those words. Instead of waiting for him, I cupped Randy's face in my hands and kissed him with as much passion as I could give. As soon as my lips touched his, he kissed back hungrily. I'm his only one. The only one.