A/N: Hello! Im so sorry this chapter has taken so long to get out, I've had a bad case of writers block and was stuck on how I should actually do this chapter. I'm not to happy on how it's turned out, but I hope you guys still enjoy it!
I also have no idea about the WWE's schedules so I kind of made them up.. :)
Also a big thanks to xMyHeartShine, KarlishaCullen and Addicted to Cenaton for reviewing the last chapter. Your the reason I write, so thank you!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except Summer and Amy :)
The week went agonisingly slow for Randy. After landing in Atlanta, he performed at a house show on the Friday and Saturday and then had a signing on the Sunday. Then came Raw live on Monday evening, in which he ended up flying back home Tuesday afternoon. John flew back to Boston to see his family for a couple of days before he would come back to St. Louis to have his date with Amy.
Randy had been thinking all week about where he could take Summer on their first date, and after asking some on the Diva's on Raw what they thought and speaking to John, he finally came to a conclusion.
By Wednesday, Randy was starting to get nervous. He hadn't been on a date since Sam, and once she left, he just picked girls up at dirty bars, done the deed then threw them back out again. They girls meant nothing to him, just a quick fuck. But there was something different about Summer. He liked the way she didn't throw herself at him and actually spent the time to get to know him and actually have a decent conversation. In some way, it was nice that she didn't know who he was when they first met.
Summer had text Randy her address in the morning, to which Randy found out that she only lived about a 10-minute drive away from where he lived. Time however seem to fly by that day, and before Randy knew it he was jumping in the shower, to start getting ready for his date.
An hour later, Randy was dressed in dark jeans that hugged his muscular thighs, a crisp white button downed shirt with the sleeves rolled half way up his forearm to show of his beautifully designed tattoos. Randy slid his watch on to his wrists, sprayed some Calvin Klein aftershave and slipped his phone and wallet in to his back pocket. He took one last look in the mirror before walking out the front door to get in to his car.
Ten minutes later, Randy pulled up outside house number 66. Taking a deep breath, he got out the car and began walking up to the blue door. Giving himself a minute to compose, Randy gave three hard knocks.
Randy could hear shuffling behind the door, before it swung open. Randy looked up to see Amy standing there with a cup of something in her hand and a magazine under her arm.
"Hey," she said cheerfully.
"Hi.." he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "Is Summer here?"
"Yeah, come on in she's just finishing getting ready." Amy stepped aside and Randy walked in. He stopped and took a look around. His eyes fell back to Amy as she shut the front door. "I'll just go and see what she's doing." Amy put the cup down on a little side table. "You can go sit down if you want, make yourself at home." She pointed in to the room to his right, before she bolted up the stairs.
Randy walked in to the lounge and scanned the room with his icy blue eyes. The room was just the right size to fit all they're stuff in. A light baby blue sofa with decorative pillows was pressed up against the cream wall. A small white table with a few magazines and a candle was placed in front of the sofa and a small flat screen T.V was sitting in the corner of the room next to a tall wooden bookshelf.
He made his way over to the bookshelf which held a load of frames with pictures in them. Taking a look at the first frame, he saw a picture of Summer and two other people who looked like her mum and dad. The next was a picture of Summer and Amy. It looked like it had been taken at Bennie's Bar as they sat at the counter pulling a funny face. There were a few pictures of Amy and other people, but it was the last picture that caught his eye. Randy picked the frame up and looked at it in detail. It was a picture of Summer at a beach. She was sitting on the sand in a white bikini just staring out at the sea, while the wind blew some hair in to the side of her face. Her legs were out in front of her, but bent at the knee and she had her arms wrapped around them. It was one of those photos that the person had no idea it was being taken. She looked absolutely beautiful.
The sound of someone walking down the stairs brought Randy back to planet Earth, he placed the frame back on to the shelf and took a seat on the soft sofa. Amy walked back in the room sipping her drink and sat down next to him.
"She'll be about five minutes, I swear." Amy said placing the cup on to the coffee table.
"No problem." Randy replied.
"So, how have you been?" Amy
asked in her thick British accent.
"I've been fine thanks, how about you?"
"Yeah, not to bad. How's John?" Amy looked up at me.
"He's good. He's actually in Boston at the moment visiting his family while he has the time."
"He doesn't get to see them a lot then, huh?"
"Unfortunately no. That man is dedicated to his work. He does a lot for the business, and it takes up quite a lot of his time." Randy looked at Amy who looked disappointed. "But he's a great guy Amy. If something did happen between you two, he would make sure he is just as dedicated to you just as much as he is the WWE."
Amy gave Randy a small smile then moved of the sofa and toward the stairs.
"Woody, hurry your skinny butt up!" Amy called up the stairs.
"I'm coming!" Summer shouted as she made her way down.
Randy stood up from his seat as Summer walked in to the living room. Their eyes caught sight of each other and they both smiled.
Summer wore a light yellow dress that fell just above her knees with a black ribbon that tied around the waist, and silver pumps. Her blonde hair was lightly curled and full fringe sat just above her sky blue eyes. She looked stunning.
Randy's eyes travelled up Summer's body until he reached her eyes. He smirked when he realised she was doing exactly the same thing he'd just been doing. Summer looked at Randy and blushed when she found out she'd been caught staring at him.
"Hi." Randy said as he moved to stand in front of her.
"Hey, sorry for keeping you waiting." Summer replied.
"It's fine, but we should probably get going." Randy smiled.
"Yes of course. Right, well um, Amy I'll see you later." Summer said before hugging her friend.
"Okay Woods, but seriously, go!" Amy said as she pushed her friend towards the door. Randy followed behind chuckling to himself.
"Bye Amy." Randy flashed her a smile before walking out the door behind Summer.
"Oh, and don't forget to use protection!" Amy called out before slamming the door.
A blush crept back on to Summer's cheeks as they made their way towards Randy's car.
"I could kill that girl sometimes." Summer mumbled.
"You look beautiful Summer." Randy said once they got to the car. Summer turned to Randy and smiled.
"Thank you, you don't look to bad yourself." Summer bit her lip as Randy opened the door so she could get in.
"Thanks." Randy replied, shutting the door and getting in the other side. Around fifteen minutes later, Randy pulled in to a car park and turned the engine off. "Here we are." He said before getting out the car and opening the door for Summer.
Both walked toward the entrance of the restaurant and once inside, stopped at the waiting area before a waiter came along to them.
"We've got a table for two under the name Orton." Randy said. The waiter ran his hand down the sheet of paper.
"Okay Mr Orton, would you like to follow me and I'll show you to your table." The waiter flashed a smile.
Randy nodded, and placed his hand on Summer's lower back and began to follow the waiter. Once Randy and Summer were seated, the waiter handed them menu's.
"My name is James and I will be your waiter for this evening. Would you like anything to drink?" The waiter asked, looking between the two.
"Could I have a white wine please?" Summer said, looking up at the waiter. James nodded, and wrote Summer's order down on a notepad.
"And for you sir?" James asked looking at Randy.
"I'll have a white wine as well please." James nodded, and wrote down Randy's order before walking off.
"This place is amazing Randy." Summer said, looking around the restaurant.
"I'm glad you like it." Randy leaned forward in his chair. "So how have you been?"
"I've been really good thanks. I must admit, I've was getting pretty nervous about this date." Summer mimicked Randy by leaning forward.
"Really? Why's that?" Randy asked.
"I have never been on a date before." Summer said shyly.
"Then all the guys don't know what they're missing." Randy gave a small smile.
"So how was work?' Summer asked.
"It was good, tiring, but good. I've always liked Atlanta."
"What's been your favourite place that you have travelled to?"
"Probably China. We went out there for the first time last year and it was amazing. I didn't realise that they were such big wrestling fans out there." Randy replied.
"Do you enjoy what you do?"
"I love it. Ever since I saw my father wrestle that first time, I knew that that was what I wanted to do as well." Summer nodded. "How about you? Did you want to work at a bar, or something else?"
"Oh hell no, I only work at the bar just to help with the rent and stuff. I have always wanted to be a photographer. I love catching memories with the click of a button." Summer smiled.
The waiter came back over with the drinks and placed them in front of Randy and Summer.
"Are you ready to order, or should I come back in a minute?" James asked.
"No, could you come back in a minute?" Randy looked at James.
"Of course." James turned around and walked toward another table.
"Good wine." Summer said as she took a sip from the glass.
"I would hope it is." Randy winked.
"So did they hurt?" Summer pointed at the tattoos on Randy's forearm.
"Like a bitch, but it was worth it." Summer moved her hand over the table and gently grabbed Randy's wrist. She moved her long slender fingers softly over the skulls.
"Beautiful." Summer murmured.
"You've seen mine, now I need to see yours." Randy smirked. Summer raised her eyebrow.
"Well, maybe if you play your cards right, you just might."
For the rest of the evening, Randy and Summer talked some more about their families. Once their dinner arrived, the talking continued, and Summer even persuaded Randy to share a desert with her. The date went of without a hitch.
When they walked out the restaurant, it was still warm even though the sun was starting to set.
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" Randy asked.
"I would love to."
Randy and Summer ending up walking on the beach which was just around the corner from the restaurant.
"Okay, favourite film?" Summer asked as she walked backwards facing Randy while holding her pumps in her right hand.
"The Hangover." Randy chuckled.
"Oh my God! That film is hilarious!" Summer threw her head back as she laughed.
"You?"
"The Notebook. It's so romantic." Summer smiled. "Favourite colour?"
"Erm, favourite colour would have to be blue. You?"
"Yellow." Summer saw Randy's face drop, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing, it just that's Alanna my daughters, favorite colour."
"I'm so sorry Randy."
"You don't have to apologise, you didn't know. Its fine." Randy smiled and grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers.
"You miss her, don't you?" Summer asked, looking up at Randy.
"A lot." Randy's eyes locked with Summer's, then moved down to her lips. Both leaned forward until their lips touched in a soft, gentle kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that all week." Summer said as she pulled away from the kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that since I walked in the bar that first time." Summer smiled. "So, have I played my cards right? Do I get to see that tattoo?"
"That depends." Summer bit her lip.
"On what?" Randy asked.
"If you can catch me first." Summer whispered in his ear, before turning and running away from Randy.
"Oh, it is on."
Hope it wasn't as bad as I thought.. Review?
Hannah x