A bit of a New Year's present. (: I own nothing but Maggie. Credit to WWE/VinMac.
Title credit to We The Kings.
This'll be a multi-chapter, I'm hoping. It all depends on what you guys think.

It was rare that Randy couldn't find one thing he disliked in one of his peers. It was even more rare that he was not able to find a single fault in that same person.

But then there was her. He loved everything in her that he would detest in others. The way that she wore small plastic clips in her hair that seemed only acceptable on a five year old, the way that she practically beamed all day every day, the way that it seemed a rare occurrence that she was not buzzing around the place socialising with everyone like some kind of bee. Never before her had he found someone who didn't immediately get on his nerves with any of those above traits. Somehow she was different.

She greeted him chirpily every time that they passed one another in the backstage area despite his reputation and the rumours that surrounded him. She sat and spoke with him. They discussed everything from their storylines to their families and their memories. Her laugh was like a million little bells ringing out and her chocolate brown eyes were as soft and inviting as an open fire in a snow storm. They drew him in and gave him a warm, tingling feeling inside, he guessed that it was what people were talking about when something made them 'melt,' for lack of a better term. When she was around he was not Randy Orton. He was plain Randy, no ego involved, no cross over from his on screen persona. It was a strange feeling.

He couldn't help but search her out each day and venue that they passed through. Some days he got lucky, somedays he didn't. So far nothing special had happened at all, there was no sight of her. Not at catering, not surrounding the locker rooms. On his way to the arena for his promo and match he spotted her walking in the opposite direction towards him; John Cena was following not too far behind.

"Hey girlie, gimme back my cap!" He called, bringing Randy's attention to the orange and blue hat that sat atop her head. It was clearly too big and fell down over her eyes every few steps she took. Without bothering to push it back, she instead walked with her chin stuck in the air, looking down her nose. He smiled a very un-Randy-like grin, amused as she seemed to notice him with whatever eyesight she was able to use.

"Yo Randy-O, dog! Where you been at, homie?"

He did not know whether to cringe or laugh at her poor impression.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?"

"Whatchoo mean?" She asked, keeping up her persona. She took off the cap and placed it, backwards, on his head instead. After taking it off she spoke normally, no strange accent or pronunciation.

"It looks better on you," A smile graced her face and Randy felt his heart flutter strangely. He would have kept it on all night just for the fact that she liked it, had John not snatched it straight off his head, much to her chagrin.

"You're such a party pooper, Cena! Just because Randy can wear it and not look like some kind of sherbert lolly."

"Whatever, if you want one you can buy one like everybody else."

"But why?" She stressed. "You have a million and you're just going to throw them out to people. Why not let me endorse you?"

Randy watched the interaction intently. The expressions that crossed her features were so animated that he almost didn't need to hear the words that came out of her mouth.

"Who knows what you'll do while you're wearing it! I might not want to be associated with that, y'know?"

A fake gasp sounded from her lips, the mere thought of her lips in his head caused Randy's attention to linger longer than they probably should have. It was just as well that Cena didn't notice.

"I'm offended! Look at me: I'm an angel! Randy can vouch for me, can't you Randy?"

The two heads snapping in his direction caused Randy to readjust his focus. He'd gotten caught up for the moment and caught in that state; he just hoped it wasn't noticeable to anyone other than himself.

"Uh, sorry kid. You're a lot of things, but an angel isn't one of them."

Despite his words, angel was one thing that Maggie definitely was, in his opinion. Without the presence of John beside them he most likely would have admitted as much. Somehow she managed to create this perfect blend of sweetness and humour, of being giving but not letting herself become a pushover. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she made it possible. In his mind she definitely had to be some kind of angel to be so flawless.

"And to think I was going to give you the hat when he gave it to me! I feel like I've been ganged-up on." Her arms folded across her chest in exasperation. She wanted that hat so badly for reasons he had no understanding of. Perhaps to burn the awful thing; she couldn't honestly think that he'd wear it in public or anywhere at all when she wasn't around.

"You're the one who asked, Mags." John added, "You can't blame us for that."

"You know what, John?" She paused, struggling to think of exactly what it was she wanted John to know. "The Marine was a terrible movie!"

"You-"

"And even Randy would make a better actor than you!"

"What's this 'Even Randy'? We're both actors already, when you think about it."

Yet again her head snapped in Randy's direction.

"You're supposed to be on my side about this!" Once again the expression upon her face made Randy pause. Her pout may have been feigned, but somehow it still managed to spread right to her eyes where it affected him the most. John had to have noticed it by now, he wasn't completely daft. He also refused to meet Cena's eye, which wouldn't help the matter. Despite that Randy may have been digging himself a deeper whole it was something he couldn't help. He was used to being Randy Orton: womaniser and 'Lady Killer,' not this Randy. He'd told himself that the side he was showing now would need to be buried. It couldn't further his career at all.

"I am, I am. Randy Orton is a superb actor. I just don't want you to go to any trouble for me, not over a hat that I'm not going to wear."

There it was again, that look on her face. Yet again it had been Randy that caused it to be there. He realised that he needed to quit now before she completely gave up on him like everybody else.

"The gorilla position's calling my name guys. I'll see you after my match."

Again not looking in either of his friends' eyes, Randy turned from their slight huddle and began walking back the way he'd been moving before the interruption. Halfway down the corridor and he thought he was home-free, but then he heard her calling his name. He couldn't deny her if his life depended on it.

"Randy, wait."

He turned, adjusting his sweatbands to seem engaged.

"Yes?"

"Good luck. Don't get hurt."

His voice wouldn't function if he tried, he knew that much. Instead he sufficed with a thin smile, turning around once more to get out of the situation. He was glad that she wasn't upset with him, but something told him to focus on something other than the elation, like his match. Afterwards he could begin to think of a way to get Maggie to like him as much as he did her; perhaps he'd enlist Cody and Ted to help him. Yes, that's what he would do.

Had he not been so far into his own thoughts maybe Randy would have heard the words that came out of John's mouth, had he heard them a lot of trouble would have been spared, but that's not how it goes.

***

"You want to tap that so bad."

Maggie swatted at the arm of the man whose cap she still desperately wanted to possess.

"What!? I can see it in your eyes."

"Whatever you say Cena."

"He likes you too."

The way her eyes flickered the moment after he revealed the truth said it all.

"No he doesn't. We're friends."

"Jake'll kill you, you know."

"I know."

There you go, chapter one. I hope you like it so far. Reviews are always welcome 3 Much love.