So last night i had pretty much decided i was deleting this story but thanks to a pep talk from cherrycokerocks and some plot ideas i think im going to kepp going :) Review please

Amy turned her pillow over and punched it three or four times before flopping her head back onto it again. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't seem to fall asleep, she just kept thinking about what an idiot she was for telling Randy she'd marry him. The red head didn't want to ruin anything between them, they had been best friends for what felt like forever, and in that one split second everything became suddenly awkward.

He had offered her a ride back to the hotel after the show but she already had her own rental in the parking lot and didn't see the point. So she just took off after her match, grabbed a shower and had been lying awake ever since.

She rolled over again in another fruitless effort to get comfortable; it seemed that sleep just didn't want to come. Sighing she looked up at the white ceiling, before closing her eyes. But just before she thought she might be finally drifting out of consciousness there was a knock on her door.

Swinging one leg over the side of the bed, quickly followed by the other, she staggered to her feet to answer it. The red head leaned up on her tip toes to look out the peep hole, surprised at who it was that was standing there. She quickly unlatched the chain lock and the deadbolt to let him in, "Randy what are you doing here?"

He smiled at her and held up a small flask of Jack Daniels and two tins of coke, "I couldn't sleep, night cap?"

The Sanford native couldn't suppress her smile, "Sounds like a plan, maybe a couple of drinks will knock me out."

Randy walked into the small kitchen area of the hotel room and grabbed a couple of glasses before proceeding to mix their drinks. "So I didn't wake you?"

She shook her head no and sat down on the bed, flicking on the small tv. "Nope, I've just been tossing and turning."

He made his way over to wear she was and handed her one of the glasses before sitting down beside her to watch with her. Pushing his lips to the glass he smiled at her, "So what are we watching tonight Ames?"

Laughing she glanced at the small alarm clock on the side table, "Lets see it's three in thee morning, our options appear limited."

The St. Louis native snatched the remote from her, frantically flicking channels, until he came to a stop on an old episode of South Park, "Here we go,"

She sent him another smile as he scooted up further onto the bed to rest against the pillows and he motioned for her to join him. It was nothing unusual, her lying in his arms like that. They always cuddled up like this when they were just relaxing together...but she'd never enjoyed the sound of his heart beat more.

His hands moved to her hair, slowly playing with the tendrils of it that landed between his fingers. There were no need for words, both of them seemed to be enjoying the silent moment. His other arm moved around her, lightly brushing her bare arm.

The small touch made her shiver, and made goose bumps rise up on her skin. "Randy listen, maybe you didn't mean what you said back there, you can take it back, I promise I won't be mad with you."

Randy's eyes locked onto hers, and he could see the glimmer of hope in them. Maybe it wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he knew that she was lying...he knew that if he said he took it back it would crush her. "If you still want this Ames, then we're going to do this."

He could see her face light up, the glow resonating from her porcelain features, "You know what Randy; I never thought I'd ever want to get married...."

The Missouri native held in his sigh of relief, she was about to say she didn't want to...he would actually get out of this unscathed. Because he wanted her to end this, he wanted her to say no....Randy didn't want to get married, but he didn't want to break her heart either.

"But I do want to go through with this, I feel like it's fate."

He didn't know how to react, but he didn't have to. Because at that very second the door that Amy hadn't re-locked came flying open, and in rushed John Cena. "Amy I woke up and Orton was gone and..."

The other man's eyes landed on the two of them, his brow lowering at the position they were in. "Oh, there you are."

"I'm fine dude, I just couldn't sleep."

"Oh," He repeated unsure of what else to say.

"Yup..."

Looking around he didn't know what else there was to do but leave, no matter how much he didn't want to. "So I guess I'll just be going then..."

Randy nodded, and John moved back through the door that he had so aggressively bolted through. "That was weird..."

*silence*

When he didn't get a response Randy looked down to see that her body had grown limp and she was now peacefully sleeping on his chest. A grin took over his face at the sight of her, she just looked so perfect. Orton didn't have the heart to wake her so he slumped down as much as he could without causing her to stir and fell asleep himself.