Randy, Kiss Me Before I Die
Summary: Nicole Brendan has cancer and has a limited time to live. The only thing she could ask for is to spend her time with Randy Orton himself.
Disclaimer: OMG! I don't own Randy Orton or anything that affiliates with WWE. I wish...
Warning: T for safety
Chapter 1 Introduction
It was finally time for WWE to come back to the Midwest where I can finally meet Randy. I had saved up my money just so I can by the whole Meet N Greet package. I was so happy I could die, but not to soon. I have to meet. Randy. "Nicole lets go." My best friend Alana called from downstairs. She hated sports, but she loved guys rolling around in a ring barely clothed together. I smiled to myself as I held the package close to my chest. Alana looked me up and down and sighed loudly. Clearly she was annoyed and I had no idea why.
"What?" I asked staring at her with my big brown eyes. She rolled her eyes and once again sighed loudly.
"Nothing Nicole, just look at what you're wearing." I stared down at my denim and Randy Orton shirt. I saw nothing wrong with what I had on. In fact, I loved what I had on. The Randy Orton shirt hugged me in all the right places and the denim jeans fit perfectly to show off that I have an ass and my Jordans. Nothing wrong here. I stared down at Alana who had on barley nothing. A blue mini skirt, a black tank and white scandals with her freshly pink polished toes.
"It's cold as hell outside. You do know that?" I eyed her carefully.
"I have a jacket." She huffed grabbing her hoodie off the chair. My WWE jacket was in the car along with my signs and Alana's whatever. This time I rolled my eyes as Alana ran to the car and rushed me to open up the door. I took my time to show her how fucked up she really is.
"Brrrr. You took forever." She shivered pulling her hoodie closer. "I can't stand you sometimes." She smiles.
"That makes two of us and you shouldn't be dressing slutty." I told her with my trademark smile...it was a normal smile.
"Don't make me GTS you right here."
"Don't make me RKO you right here." We bantered back and forth til we reached the All-State Arena. After parking the car i jumped out as quickly as possible, getting the signs and rushing to the entrance were MILLIONS of fans awaited.
"Nicki, Wait, you have cancer!" Alana shouted.
"So? It's not like I'll get cancer over everything." I tried to make a joke and failed.
"That's not funny. My mom died of breast cancer." She frowned.
"I have lung cancer. Two different types." I remind her.
"DOes it hurt?"
"Not as much anymore." I tell her with a shrug.
"You have six months to live." She started to get teary eyed.
"Aww Al it's okay. It's not like..." I trialed off unsure of what to say. Alana wiped her eyes and we walked in silence to our seats.
This isn't going so well after all. I thought looking over at my still teary eyed friend.
Platinum Dork: Gaaah! It's still short, but I had to do a Randy Orton fan fic. This is the introduction...