LATER THAT NIGHT...
Randy walked back into the sitting room with a tray that had two bowls of soup and a few slices of bread on.
"Here you are" He said handing me a bowl of soup and a spoon. His voice was still hoarse, but he was still going back on the road the day after next. I didn't really want him to go, but what can you do? It's his job. I suppose it was just nice to have him to come home to after my shift, and always have someone to talk to, kind of like how it used to be.
"Thank you Randy" I said before taking a mouthful "This is really nice." Randy laughed.
"It's only soup Rach, even I can manage that."
"Yeah, I'm not so sure." I laughed. I dipped some bread into my soup and began to eat.
"You know, I've been thinking" Randy said after a few short moments of silence. I giggled quietly,
"That must of hurt" Randy gave a sarcastic laugh and continued despite my comments.
"No, really, I was told the other day that the WWE has some openings in their events and media divisions. Some of them are travelling jobs."
"Right... and your point would be?" I asked trying to work out exactly what Randy was getting at.
"I was thinking that maybe you could apply" I opened my mouth to interrupt him, but Randy hushed me by putting his hand up, "Wait, just hear me out." He paused for a moment, "I mean, you're great at any job you try, and you love working with people, and I know you really want to travel, and with this you get paid to travel! It's perfect"
"Randy, I'm not sure"
"Come on, I know you hate your current job, and I know that these jobs pay well. Plus, if you did do it you would get to see me everyday" He flashed me one of those self-assured smiles, luckily I have known him so long I guess I've sort of built up a resistance to his smiles.
"I don't really think you're the best selling point" I smiled back,
"Hey, this satisfied you enough for three years didn't it?" He replied, smugly pointing down to his body.
"Yea, I suppose, but I was young and stupid then, I've grown up now, I'm more experienced." I said playing with him. Aww, look at him; I've hurt his man ego. I could tell from the way his face had dropped. I thought I had better make him feel better, other wise he would just be whining about it for the next few days before he goes back on the road, "Oh Randy, it did more than satisfy me," I began "You couldn't even imagine the things you made me feel..." Randy smiled at me again, his man ego happily re-inflated.
"So, anyway, back to the job..." Randy tailed off. I sighed.
"Just let me think about it Randy, I haven't even quit my current job yet."
"Well," Randy said putting his bowl down and looking through his bag, "I picked up an application form for you." He said passing the paper to her.
"Hmmm" I said thinking, "Why do I get the feeling that you had this planned?" I asked as I looked through the form.
"Oh, because I did" He looked at me again, with another one of those damn self assured smiles.
"Just let me think about it" I repeated. Although, it would be cool to see more of Randy, and he is right, I would love to travel, but there are probably thousands of people going for these jobs, and most of them would probably be more qualified than me. Is it really worth going though all of this just to get turned down? I tried not to get excited.
"At least fill in the application form, see if you get an interview or something"
"Randy..."
"Please, just trust me, once you get there, working you'll love it"
"I told you I'd think about it, now will you drop it?!" I told him laughing.
*
A MONTH LATER...
I walked around my bedroom, trying to find my hairbrush. It had to be in here someplace. I only put it down a few minutes ago. I sighed and looked down at my watch. My taxi should be here in about five minutes. I quickly walked into Randy's room. I suppose I'll have to borrow his brush. I found his brush and I quickly began to pull my hair up into a ponytail.
I walked downstairs, and picked up my cell phone, keys, drink, purse and lip gloss and threw them into my bag.
I looked down at my self, the lilac suit I was wearing, the last time I had worn this was at my interview for the hotel job.
"How the hell did Randy talk me into this?" I muttered out loud while buttoning my jacket up.
"Still talking to yourself?" A voice said making me jump.
"Randy," I said turning around, "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked flinging my arms around his neck.
"Just wanted to make sure your ok, make sure you're not too nervous before this interview today."
"I think I should be ok," Truth be told, I had butterflies in my stomach, and I was nearly shaking. Recently Randy had really warmed me up to the idea of working with the WWE. I guess it would be fun to see more of the world, and see more of Randy. I guess over the last few months of living together I've started to feel things happening again between me and him.
I wasn't getting my hopes up or anything, but, I guess it would be nice to make another go of me and him...
"You look amazing by the way" Randy told me as I looked in the mirror. He walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. "It would be great travelling with you; you'd get to meet all of my friends. I can't wait"
"Hold on Randy, I haven't even got the job yet" I reasoned with him as I turned around to look at him face to face.
"Yeah, I know but I really do think you're perfect for this job. I just hope they see it"
"I hope they do too"
"Really?" Randy asked.
"Yes, it would be really cool to travel with you, and I've been looking over the description and it sounds really great."
"That's fantastic Rach" He said smiling. Just then Randy's phone went off from his bag, he went over to the corner of the room where his bag sat and looked at the caller ID. He nervously looked over to me, "I'm going to quickly answer this" He told me leaving the room. "Hi Rebecca" I heard him say as he left the room. That's funny, I don't think I've ever heard him talk about anyone called Rebecca before... must just be someone from work I reasoned.
I heard a car beeping out side...
"That will be my taxi then"
*
A FEW WEEKS LATER...
I started to fill up my glass with more white wine... so far I had lost count as to how many times I had filled it up this afternoon. I noticed that there was more wine was over the kitchen counter, than actually in the glass and started to giggle quietly.
"Get me another beer Rach" Randy called from the sitting room. He was a little beat up from one of his matches, so he and I were having a quiet afternoon in... well, not so much quiet anymore. I looked over at the clock, 2 PM, drunk in the afternoon, what would your mother say? I started to giggle again at my thoughts.
I walked back into the sitting room where Randy was sat and handed him his beer. He twisted his bottle cap off, and carried on drinking. I sat back down,
"Right then, on with the game" Randy said, "I believe it's your turn to pick a card" We were playing one of those adult board games, kind of like truth or dare, but obviously more mature. I leaned over in my chair, to the centre of the room where the deck of cards lay.
"Right then Mr. Orton," I said, trying not to sound drunk, unfortunately that just seemed to make it worse. I turned over the card, trying to focus my vision, "How many-" The oven alarm went off interrupting my question. "Shit! The lamb!" Randy and I ran into the kitchen. I opened the oven door, and reached into try and grab the tray,
"WAIT!" Randy yelled at me, "You need an oven glove" He threw the glove at me, which hit me in the face. "Sorry,"
I removed the lamb from the oven (with the aid of said oven glove) and was relieved to see that had not burned. I looked over at my nut roast which was also in the oven. Unfortunately it was burned to a crisp. Randy began to laugh,
"Looks like you'll just be eating vegetables then"
You may be wondering why I was attempting to cook a roast while drunk; it wasn't just for comedy value. Randy, his parents and I were supposed to be having dinner tonight. "Right," Randy continued, picking up another beer, "back into the living room then!" Randy said walking me back to the sitting room by putting his arms on my waist. We sat back down in our seats. Randy picked up a card. I don't really know if it was his turn, but we were both drunk to care.
"So where is the most adventurous place you've ever had sex? And with who?" Randy said reading the card.
"Well, It was with you" Randy raised an eye brow, "and it was in the sea on that holiday to the Caribbean." Randy was silent for a minute,
"You know to be honest; I would have to say the same answer to that question." Then, we both reached for the next card, we banged heads, and I fell off my chair laughing. Randy began laughing too, and he leaned over me.
"You're drunk" He told me
"You're drunk too" I reminded him, he just laughed, and I started to laugh too. Then the laugh started to die away, and we just started to stare at each other. Slowly we started to lean in, our lips were just inches away, I could feel his breath on my face, and it was just about to happen when a loud ringing interrupted us. I sat up and picked up the phone.
"Hello... Oh hi... uh...yes this is she..." It took nearly all of my concentration not to sound drunk "yes... ok... oh.... Ok..." I'm sure that I was slurring my words "thank you very much anyway... yes... thank you... bye" I said hanging up the phone.
"Who was that?" Randy asked, starting to stand up.
"That was a WWE representative" Suddenly a smile appeared across Randy's face.
"And?" He urged...
"And.... I got the job!" I said jumping up and down. "They want me to start this Monday"
"Right then" Randy said leaving the room. "I think this merits another drink" He told me holding another bottle of wine.
A/N: This Chapter was just getting her the job, I know that it was moving very fast... I promise it will get slower and easier to understand as I go on... I hope.
Randy walked back into the sitting room with a tray that had two bowls of soup and a few slices of bread on.
"Here you are" He said handing me a bowl of soup and a spoon. His voice was still hoarse, but he was still going back on the road the day after next. I didn't really want him to go, but what can you do? It's his job. I suppose it was just nice to have him to come home to after my shift, and always have someone to talk to, kind of like how it used to be.
"Thank you Randy" I said before taking a mouthful "This is really nice." Randy laughed.
"It's only soup Rach, even I can manage that."
"Yeah, I'm not so sure." I laughed. I dipped some bread into my soup and began to eat.
"You know, I've been thinking" Randy said after a few short moments of silence. I giggled quietly,
"That must of hurt" Randy gave a sarcastic laugh and continued despite my comments.
"No, really, I was told the other day that the WWE has some openings in their events and media divisions. Some of them are travelling jobs."
"Right... and your point would be?" I asked trying to work out exactly what Randy was getting at.
"I was thinking that maybe you could apply" I opened my mouth to interrupt him, but Randy hushed me by putting his hand up, "Wait, just hear me out." He paused for a moment, "I mean, you're great at any job you try, and you love working with people, and I know you really want to travel, and with this you get paid to travel! It's perfect"
"Randy, I'm not sure"
"Come on, I know you hate your current job, and I know that these jobs pay well. Plus, if you did do it you would get to see me everyday" He flashed me one of those self-assured smiles, luckily I have known him so long I guess I've sort of built up a resistance to his smiles.
"I don't really think you're the best selling point" I smiled back,
"Hey, this satisfied you enough for three years didn't it?" He replied, smugly pointing down to his body.
"Yea, I suppose, but I was young and stupid then, I've grown up now, I'm more experienced." I said playing with him. Aww, look at him; I've hurt his man ego. I could tell from the way his face had dropped. I thought I had better make him feel better, other wise he would just be whining about it for the next few days before he goes back on the road, "Oh Randy, it did more than satisfy me," I began "You couldn't even imagine the things you made me feel..." Randy smiled at me again, his man ego happily re-inflated.
"So, anyway, back to the job..." Randy tailed off. I sighed.
"Just let me think about it Randy, I haven't even quit my current job yet."
"Well," Randy said putting his bowl down and looking through his bag, "I picked up an application form for you." He said passing the paper to her.
"Hmmm" I said thinking, "Why do I get the feeling that you had this planned?" I asked as I looked through the form.
"Oh, because I did" He looked at me again, with another one of those damn self assured smiles.
"Just let me think about it" I repeated. Although, it would be cool to see more of Randy, and he is right, I would love to travel, but there are probably thousands of people going for these jobs, and most of them would probably be more qualified than me. Is it really worth going though all of this just to get turned down? I tried not to get excited.
"At least fill in the application form, see if you get an interview or something"
"Randy..."
"Please, just trust me, once you get there, working you'll love it"
"I told you I'd think about it, now will you drop it?!" I told him laughing.
*
A MONTH LATER...
I walked around my bedroom, trying to find my hairbrush. It had to be in here someplace. I only put it down a few minutes ago. I sighed and looked down at my watch. My taxi should be here in about five minutes. I quickly walked into Randy's room. I suppose I'll have to borrow his brush. I found his brush and I quickly began to pull my hair up into a ponytail.
I walked downstairs, and picked up my cell phone, keys, drink, purse and lip gloss and threw them into my bag.
I looked down at my self, the lilac suit I was wearing, the last time I had worn this was at my interview for the hotel job.
"How the hell did Randy talk me into this?" I muttered out loud while buttoning my jacket up.
"Still talking to yourself?" A voice said making me jump.
"Randy," I said turning around, "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked flinging my arms around his neck.
"Just wanted to make sure your ok, make sure you're not too nervous before this interview today."
"I think I should be ok," Truth be told, I had butterflies in my stomach, and I was nearly shaking. Recently Randy had really warmed me up to the idea of working with the WWE. I guess it would be fun to see more of the world, and see more of Randy. I guess over the last few months of living together I've started to feel things happening again between me and him.
I wasn't getting my hopes up or anything, but, I guess it would be nice to make another go of me and him...
"You look amazing by the way" Randy told me as I looked in the mirror. He walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. "It would be great travelling with you; you'd get to meet all of my friends. I can't wait"
"Hold on Randy, I haven't even got the job yet" I reasoned with him as I turned around to look at him face to face.
"Yeah, I know but I really do think you're perfect for this job. I just hope they see it"
"I hope they do too"
"Really?" Randy asked.
"Yes, it would be really cool to travel with you, and I've been looking over the description and it sounds really great."
"That's fantastic Rach" He said smiling. Just then Randy's phone went off from his bag, he went over to the corner of the room where his bag sat and looked at the caller ID. He nervously looked over to me, "I'm going to quickly answer this" He told me leaving the room. "Hi Rebecca" I heard him say as he left the room. That's funny, I don't think I've ever heard him talk about anyone called Rebecca before... must just be someone from work I reasoned.
I heard a car beeping out side...
"That will be my taxi then"
*
A FEW WEEKS LATER...
I started to fill up my glass with more white wine... so far I had lost count as to how many times I had filled it up this afternoon. I noticed that there was more wine was over the kitchen counter, than actually in the glass and started to giggle quietly.
"Get me another beer Rach" Randy called from the sitting room. He was a little beat up from one of his matches, so he and I were having a quiet afternoon in... well, not so much quiet anymore. I looked over at the clock, 2 PM, drunk in the afternoon, what would your mother say? I started to giggle again at my thoughts.
I walked back into the sitting room where Randy was sat and handed him his beer. He twisted his bottle cap off, and carried on drinking. I sat back down,
"Right then, on with the game" Randy said, "I believe it's your turn to pick a card" We were playing one of those adult board games, kind of like truth or dare, but obviously more mature. I leaned over in my chair, to the centre of the room where the deck of cards lay.
"Right then Mr. Orton," I said, trying not to sound drunk, unfortunately that just seemed to make it worse. I turned over the card, trying to focus my vision, "How many-" The oven alarm went off interrupting my question. "Shit! The lamb!" Randy and I ran into the kitchen. I opened the oven door, and reached into try and grab the tray,
"WAIT!" Randy yelled at me, "You need an oven glove" He threw the glove at me, which hit me in the face. "Sorry,"
I removed the lamb from the oven (with the aid of said oven glove) and was relieved to see that had not burned. I looked over at my nut roast which was also in the oven. Unfortunately it was burned to a crisp. Randy began to laugh,
"Looks like you'll just be eating vegetables then"
You may be wondering why I was attempting to cook a roast while drunk; it wasn't just for comedy value. Randy, his parents and I were supposed to be having dinner tonight. "Right," Randy continued, picking up another beer, "back into the living room then!" Randy said walking me back to the sitting room by putting his arms on my waist. We sat back down in our seats. Randy picked up a card. I don't really know if it was his turn, but we were both drunk to care.
"So where is the most adventurous place you've ever had sex? And with who?" Randy said reading the card.
"Well, It was with you" Randy raised an eye brow, "and it was in the sea on that holiday to the Caribbean." Randy was silent for a minute,
"You know to be honest; I would have to say the same answer to that question." Then, we both reached for the next card, we banged heads, and I fell off my chair laughing. Randy began laughing too, and he leaned over me.
"You're drunk" He told me
"You're drunk too" I reminded him, he just laughed, and I started to laugh too. Then the laugh started to die away, and we just started to stare at each other. Slowly we started to lean in, our lips were just inches away, I could feel his breath on my face, and it was just about to happen when a loud ringing interrupted us. I sat up and picked up the phone.
"Hello... Oh hi... uh...yes this is she..." It took nearly all of my concentration not to sound drunk "yes... ok... oh.... Ok..." I'm sure that I was slurring my words "thank you very much anyway... yes... thank you... bye" I said hanging up the phone.
"Who was that?" Randy asked, starting to stand up.
"That was a WWE representative" Suddenly a smile appeared across Randy's face.
"And?" He urged...
"And.... I got the job!" I said jumping up and down. "They want me to start this Monday"
"Right then" Randy said leaving the room. "I think this merits another drink" He told me holding another bottle of wine.
A/N: This Chapter was just getting her the job, I know that it was moving very fast... I promise it will get slower and easier to understand as I go on... I hope.