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Another day.
Another day living the single life.
It's not all that's cracked up to be.
I've tried my hardest to find "the one" but I've had no luck.
All I find are guys who are just plain losers.
Why do I attract all the nerds, geeks, and freaks? All I want to do is find my Prince Charming.
"Mara? Mara!" screams my neighbor from my front door.
"Coming!" I yell as I put my journal back into my dresser drawer and slam it shut.
I slip into my black bunny slippers and walk out of my room and through my small apartment to the front door. I turn the lock and open the door to find my next door neighbor, Randy Orton the famous WWE wrestler, The Viper, standing there in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and no shoes.
"Another one?" I ask him as I raise an eyebrow at the imposing guy who could scare any of my old flames shitless if they saw him.
"Yeah" he answers bluntly as he walks past me and into my apartment to my kitchen. "Got any coffee?"
"Second cabinet, top shelf!" I call to him as I close the door with a sharp thud.
I stroll into my small and slightly dilapidated kitchen to find him already working my coffee machine to make his morning cup of Joe.
"How bad is she?" I ask as I cross my arms as I watch him with tired eyes.
"She's not that bad in the sack. She did things I couldn't even think of until last night." he tells me with a smirk on his face.
"I mean how bad was she after you two did "it"." I tell him with a scowl on my face as I grab two mugs from a second cabinet.
"She basically started to talk about how eager she was to settle down and start a family; when it comes to families and kids, that's a deal breaker for me." he says with a chuckle as he pours the steaming liquid into our cups.
"Because the great Randy Orton doesn't like to be tied down?" I say sarcastically as I take my mug and walk into the living room.
"Exactly!" he exclaims as he follows me into the room.
He turns my plasma screen TV on and instantly changes the channel to ESPN for the daily football roundup. I just watch for the hell of it.
We watch the results for the Rams vs. Giants game when my doorbell starts to go on an incessant ringing rampage.
"Randy? Are you in there Randy?" can be heard in between the ringing.
"That's Cameron!" he whispers to me as he jumps out of his chair and heads straight for my room. "Tell her I'm not here." is all I hear as I hear my bedroom door slam shut.
"Sure thing." I mumble to myself as I place my mug on the coffee table and walk over to my door.
I unlock my door and open to see a woman with beach blonde hair, a curvy figure, and sparkling blue eyes on the other side of it. She's dressed in a pair of jean shorts, a tank top, and sneakers and gives me a sharp look.
"Who the hell are you?" she asks me with a sharp look.
I hate her already.
"I'm Mara, Randy's friend and next door neighbor, and you are?" I ask as she gives me one of those condescending looks that are meant to intimidate you.
"Oh, I'm Cameron. Have you seen Randy anywhere? I've been looking for him all morning." she says with a fallen look on her face.
"He probably went over to the gym. You know wrestlers; they got to stay in shape." I say with a joking edge in my voice.
"That's probably it. If you see him, can you give him this and tell him to call me?" she says as she digs out a slip of paper from her small pocket and hands it over to me.
"Sure thing." I say as I look at the paper that has her name, cell phone number, and home phone number scrawled in girly script. I look up to see her staring into my apartment.
"You watch ESPN?" she asks me with a curious edge to her voice.
"Yeah . . ." I trail off as I raise an eyebrow at her. "Is something wrong with that?"
"Nope, not at all. Bye!" she says with a wave of her hand as she walks away from my doorstep and to the elevator down the hall.
I slam the door shut and walk back over to my living room couch to find Randy already standing at my bedroom doorway.
"Is she gone?" he asks as he gives me an expectant look.
"Yep, and she told me to give you this." I hand him the slip of paper and he instantly smirks at it before crumpling it up and throwing it into the nearby trash bin.
"And another girl bites the dust." I say sarcastically as I walk into the kitchen, Randy right at my tail.
"You ready to accompany me on the road to WrestleMania?" he asks with a smirk as I grab a bowl and a random cereal box from the top of my fridge.
"I'm already packed. Just give me another hour to get ready and we'll be on the road and isn't WrestleMania, like, five months away?" I tell him as I pour my Cinnamon Toast Crunch into the bowl and walk back to my fridge to retrieve the milk.
"Yes, yes it is, and good, cause an hour is all I'm going to give you. I need to meet up with the rest of the roster in Springfield, Illinois by tomorrow night and I will leave you if you take too long." He tells me in a reprimanding tone.
"Like you'll ever leave me. I'm the one that always covers for you when your one night stands are looking for you remember?" I ask as I point my spoon at him.
"Touché." he mumbles in defeat as he gives me a blank look.
We stand there just like that for about the next 10 minutes, him just looking at me and me shifting uncontrollably.
"We'll you stop looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" I ask, finally unable to take the constant staring.
"What? Oh . . . sorry." he mumbles to me as he looks at the floor. "I'll see you in a little while." he tells me without looking at me.
He swiftly walks out of my kitchen and to the front door, slamming the door shut when he exits, leaving me alone in my old kitchen to my thoughts and slightly dreary cereal.
What's up with him?
~X~
I walk out of the elevator with my black suitcase at my side onto the ground floor of my apartment building. I quickly go over to the manager's office, pay my monthly rent, say my goodbyes to the doormen (yes, my building has TWO doormen, instead of one; fancy isn't it?), and walk out the door. Randy's bus is right across the street, but we live on a four lane boulevard that's constantly busy, so I have to wait at the street corner for the light turn green.
As I wait in the chilly November air in my black heeled boots, black jeans, and gray trench coat, I notice the shadow in front of me starts to get bigger and bigger, which starts to scare me a little.
"Is that you behind me Randy?" I ask the shadow without looking at the person behind me.
"Nope, but it should be someone you recognize." says the masculine voice behind me.
My curiosity gets the best of me as I finally turn around to see a smiling blonde man dressed in a dapper dark blue business suit look at me with his sparkling green eyes.
"Um, do I know you?" I ask with an eyebrow raised at the guy who was easily at least three inches shorter than Randy.
"You should. I was the guy you dated during our senior year of high school. You know the one with the bad laugh and big glasses?" he asks with a slight chuckle.
My eyes open wide in realization as I finally recognize him.
"Darren?" I ask with surprise the obvious emotion in my tone.
"The one and only. How've you been?" he asks me as he places his hands into his pants' pocket.
"I've been doing well, and you?" I ask, not meaning to be rude.
"Excellent, I was just on my way to over to my job when I recognized you from across the street." he tells me as he ruffles his blonde hair.
"What's your occupation?" I ask him with a curious glint in my eye.
"I'm an investment banker." he tells me with a smirk. "And you?"
"Fancy, and I'm a blogger. I blog on stuff that's focused on the wrestling world of the WWE." I tell him as I cross my arms.
"So that's why you seem to be traveling on the Viper Randy Orton's tour bus?" he asks me as he points to the bus across the boulevard.
"Yeah; he lives in the same apartment building as me so I usually travel with him." I tell him.
"Then you better get going then. I bet he's waiting impatiently for you in there." he says with a shrug.
"Yeah; he's not known for his patience. I'll see you around?" I ask a little unsure of myself.
"Sure thing. I'll see you when you get back. Good bye Mara!" he exclaims with a smile as he walks down the block to a blue Ferrari parked on the curb.
"When did he get wheels like that? Oh yeah, he's an investment banker." I remind myself as I grab my suitcase and swiftly make my way across the wide street and over to the bus.
I lift my luggage onto the bus, say my hellos to the bus driver, and stop dead in my tracks to see Randy sitting at the small table of the bus giving me a reprimanding look.
"You saw everything didn't you?" I ask him as I quickly bring my suitcase over to my bunk.
"I got curious." he tells me as he watches me unload my stuff. "Who was that guy?"
"That was Darren. He's an old flame of mine from my high school days, but he's a lot different from when I last saw him."
"How so?"
"For starters, in high school, he was a guy whose laugh resembled a banshee and wore big glasses that brought Urkel to shame." I tell him as I grab my laptop from my side bag and walk over to sit in the seat opposite of him.
"Seriously? Urkel?" he asks me in between laughs as we feel the bus start up and move. "You went out with a guy that wore glasses that were bigger than Urkel's?"
"Yep; let's just say I have trouble when it comes to boyfriends okay? Anyway, Darren's now an investment banker who drives a Ferrari." I tell him as I turn on my laptop.
"Ferrari? Eh, I prefer Hummers." he says with a shrug as he gives a mischievous look.
"Like the one being towed away as we speak?" I ask him as I point out the window.
"Yeah, like the one being towed away." he tells me as he looks out the window to see a black Hummer being towed away by the cops. "Wait a second. THAT'S MY HUMMER!"
I look away from my laptop to see Randy's Hummer being towed away in the opposite direction from where we are driving.
"Kevin, stop the bus!" Randy yells at the bus driver with the St. Louis Cardinals cap perched on his head.
"No can do Rands!" Carl yells back. "We're on a strict schedule and we need to be on our way like yesterday!"
"Fine!" yells Randy in irritation as he slumps in his seat.
"Don't worry. Your Hummer will only be in the impound lot until we get back in six months." I tell him as I open up a tab on my web browser.
"Oh joy." he mutters glumly as he looks at the table. "What are you doing now?"
"Looking up my past ex-boyfriends." I tell him lazily as I start to type a random name into the search engine.
"You're going to stalk your exes?" he asks me incredulously as he sits back up in his chair.
"I'm going to look them up, not stalk them." I tell him again as I browse through the various websites.
"Why the hell would you do that?" he asks me suddenly.
"I'm not too proud of it, but I dated a lot of losers in my life and I just want to see how far they have changed since I broke up with them."
"Like Darren?" he asks me with an eyebrow raised.
"Exactly! Will you help me?" I ask him with a slightly pleading look on his face.
"Nah, not my style." he tells me as he looks away. Was that discomfort I heard in his voice?
"Alright then." I tell him as I click on Facebook.
Let the ex-boyfriend hunt begin.
~X~
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I have spent the last five hours looking through the World Wide Web and my search has been less than successful.
I've dated plenty of men in my life, but so far, I've only found out the results of five of them.
And apparently they all live better lives than they did when I did.
Ex Number 1: Andrew was this jerk I dated throughout my junior year of college. Whenever we went out, he would constantly hit on girls in front of my face and after he hit on one of my old college friends, I broke up with him right on the spot. Now he's the head of his own architecture firm and has been married to his wife for the past two years.
Ex Number 2: Mason was a guy I dated during my freshman year of high school and had probably the worst sense of humor on the planet. The Prime Time Players and Santino Marella were funnier than him back then. But now he's this high profile comedian who already has a U.S. comedy tour in the works.
Ex Number 3: Simon was a total nerd who loved insects and plant life. The only reason I dated him was because he shared my love of wrestling. Now, he's one of the head professors at Harvard in their science department.
Ex Number 4: Carlos was the Casanova of the college campus when I went to the University of St. Louis. I thought he was a nice guy till I found out his major flaw; that he was so bad at dancing that Vickie Guerrero could beat him in a dance battle. Now he's one of the top ballroom dancers in the US. Seriously? Ballroom dancing?
Ex Number 5 was probably one of my worst ones: Eric was a guy I met when I moved into the apartment building I live in now. I thought he was a sweet guy and "the one". Till Randy revealed to me that he worked in the porn industry. That's one of the ultimate deal breakers for me. Good thing he moved to L.A. a month later or else, well, you don't want to know.
"So how's the search going for you?"
I look up from my laptop screen to see Randy eye me curiously with his arms crossed like a boss; his tattooed arms showing throughout his well chiseled shoulders.
"It would go a lot faster if you would help me out." I tell him as I stretch out my fingers.
"Like I said, it's not my style." he tells me as I look out the window.
"C'mon Randy! Help a sister out!" I practically whine to him. Damn I hate whining.
"I'm not into checking up on my exes' like some people." he tells me as he taps his fingers onto the steel table.
"I always help you out when you need to hide from your one night stands. Why won't you help me when I ask you this one favor?"
"I don't hide from my one night stands!" he exclaims in a louder tone of voice.
"Could have fooled me." I mumble under my breath as I turn my gaze away from his as I slam my laptop shut.
"Why has your old flames' lives suddenly re-interested you?" he asks me suddenly with an expectant look on his face.
"I don't know!" I practically cried out. "When I dumped all of them, they were losers, bugs underneath my feet, but now . . ."
"You feel inferior to them because you feel they have better careers than you." he tells me in a stoic tone.
I try to protest his response, but slam my mouth shut when I realize he's right.
"You feel like you will never find your Prince Charming." he tells me in a softer tone.
"Have you been reading my journal?" I practically yell at him.
"You really need a lock on that thing." he tells me with a shrug.
"You've been in my dresser!" I exclaim as I point at him accusingly.
"Didn't your mom tell you that pointing is rude?" he asks me in a sarcastic tone that only the Viper can muster.
"But you have been in my dresser, haven't you?" I ask him again.
"Yes I have." he answers finally. "I've got to admit, you have an impressive underwear dresser."
Serves me right for storing my journal in the drawer that holds my intimates.
I look away from as I feel a blush appear across my face.
"You look beautiful when you blush."
My head snaps back up to see Randy looking away from me, but I obviously see the blush on his face.
"Did you just say I look beautiful?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Maybe." he mutters under his breathe, but I still hear him.
"Randy, do you like me?" I ask him when I find my voice again.
"I have feelings for you, yeah, but you wouldn't like being with me. Like you said, I'm a guy who brings home girls for one night stands who then hides in your apartment till the coast is clear." he explains with a shrug.
"Maybe that was your weird way for finding "the one"? Any luck?" I ask him in a slightly joking tone.
"Not at all, but for some reason, my thoughts go straight to you afterward." he tells me in a sincere voice.
I stare at him in silence as I stare into those ice blue orbs of his. All I can see is honesty and sincerity and nothing else, which is strange since he's the Viper, for Pete's sake.
"How about we try and see how things work out for ourselves?" I suggests, already sounding like a buffoon.
"The two of us in a relationship? With each other?" he asks me curiously.
"Yeah; just admitted that you have feelings for me, and I admit, I have some feelings for you." I tell him as I get up from my seat so I can return my laptop to my bag.
"So what do you say?" I ask him as I return from my bunk.
I get no answer, just a frozen mask for a face.
"Randy?" I ask as I wave my hand in front of his face to see if he's still alive.
After a few seconds of waving like a fool, he finally grabs my hand to stop me, but doesn't let it go.
"So you do have feelings for me?' he asks me with a smirk as he looks up at my face.
"Kinda . . . yeah." I answer as I feel the blush come back to my face tenfold.
"You know what I say to that?" he asks me as he gets up from his seat to stand fully at his imposing height.
"What?" he asks me curiously.
He doesn't answer me, but instead he places his hands on both sides of my head and leans down to kiss me on the lips.
The kiss isn't lustful, greedy, or false. It's sweet, genuine, and I feel like I'm on Cloud 9.
After a few seconds of kissing, we break apart to catch our breaths.
"Looks like I've found my Prince Charming after all." I say with a smirk as I look up at him.
Randy returns the smirk with one of his own and leans down to claim my lips with his own one more time.
Fairy tales really do have happy endings.
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