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Notes: This was written for my friend Sarah on livejournal.

Off-Key

Music blared from one of the upstairs rooms, continuing to disrupt the red head's reading time. Hazel eyes glared up at the ceiling over head as though they could see through the plaster and wood. The woman tried to focus her attention back on her novel but the heavy metal music of Metallica continued to break through her concentration. As much of a fan she was for the band now was not the time she would have chosen to listen to them.

"Randy, turn off the music! Now!" She shouted, taking yet another pause from her book. There was no change in the music's volume and her frustration was growing by the second. "Randy, I mean it. Turn off the damn music and get back to cleaning that mess you and John made last night."

Nothing changed as she was only greeted by more music. It was a wonder the man hadn't gone deaf with how loud he often listened to his music. A heavy sigh slipped from Lita's lips as she tossed her novel onto the armchair she was occupying and stormed up the stairs towards' Randy's play room. The music now ten times louder then it had been, the woman resisted the urge to cover her eyes. As she approached the room, a different sound mixed in with the heavy metal music, something off-key.

Lita hurried towards the doors, pushing the ajar door open. The action going unnoticed by the young man. The re haired woman's hand shot upward to cover her mouth, unprepared for the sight before her.

Randy Orton stood opposite her in nothing more than a pair of whiter boxers with red lips scattered on them and the words 'Kiss Me' written clearly on them. A neglected vacuum was held in on hand as the young man's back faced her. Randy's head bobbled to the music as her continued to sing very much off-key to Enter Sandman. Lita laughed into her hand, taking a moment to compose herself before she approached the blasting stereo. A straight expression on her face, she shut the system down. Randy's off-key singing the only thing heard in the silence.

It took him a moment or two to realize his music had been touched. Randy hastily turned, preparing to turn the stereo back on, only to meet Lita's amused and questioning gaze. The red head's brow quirked upwards and a hand was placed on her hip for effect.

"Uh..." The blue eyed man began unsure of how to discuss the situation he was caught in.

Lita glanced around the room, the mess created by her boyfriend and his best friend still evident.

"Why is the room still a mess? You've been up here for an hour and it still looks just as it has last night."

Randy looked around the room and the remaining mess. He hadn't really cleaned much since he had been sentenced to cleaning the room as popcorn, chips, marshmallows and other various snack food littered the floors. Various articles of clothing were also scattered across the room and furniture. It looked a lot like a hurricane had passed through the room rather then just two grown men watching a sports event of television.

The normally cool and collected man smiled sheepishly at the red head, his free hand coming up to rub the base of his neck. "Sorry? I'll get too it. I promised."

Lita glared silently, "You'll get to it now, Orton."

He flinched slightly at his last name, knowing she only used it when she was really mad. "Why am I getting all the blame for it? John made it too."

"Yes but John's not the one up here singing to Metallica in a pair of 'Kiss Me' boxers now is he?" She smirked at his expression and giggled. "Get back to work and this time stick to getting the job down. You are hardly a rock and roll superstar."

She laughed, quickly darting out of the room as Randy playfully lunged for her. The red head laughing the entire way to the bedroom with Randy hot on her heels.

End