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Chapter 4 – Overwhelming Emotions
"So you guys are…"
"Together," Batista finished with a smile. "Yes."
Randy could feel his heart sinking even further. They're together?
"Wow…"
That was the only thing he could think of to say. He was still stunned by that bit of news that he had never saw coming. He cleared as he thought about what to say next and tried to make it sound like answer that Batista was expecting.
"I mean this is great. I'm happy for you."
That wasn't a lie. He was happy for Batista. Randy just didn't what to think about Batista and Mickie together as a couple.
Randy looked at Mickie, who was looking down at her boots, trying to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible while he was around.
Batista beamed at Randy. Apparently, he was not aware of the sense of awkwardness that existed between the two people.
"Thanks man. I'm happy for us too."
Batista looked down at the beautiful woman next to him, who had returned a smile back. Randy wished that he hadn't found out like this….
"Oh by the way, did you find that person you were looking for?"
"Who…oh right."
Randy had forgotten for a split second why he had been walking around in circles in the first place.
"Uh no, actually I didn't bother," Randy lied. He did found the person he was looking for. In someone else's arms that was.
"So what have you been doing?"
"Walking."
Batista laughed. "All this time?"
"Let's just say that I was taking in the sweet smell of home, so to speak."
"Yeah I know what you mean. It's been so long that you couldn't believe that you're back to where you belong."
"My point exactly," said Randy with a small smile.
Batista smiled back and turned to Mickie. "Oh hey, I invited him to come along to the club tonight. Is that cool with you?"
"Well…"
"I don't have to go," Randy quickly put in. He could sense that Mickie was hesitant about the idea of him tagging along. He didn't want to make things even more awkward that it appeared to be the moment he had stumbled upon a makeout session…
"Really it's fine with me," Randy finished.
"Actually, I don't mind at all," said Mickie.
But he still wasn't convinced by her answer.
"Come on man, it's going to be fun," said Batista. "Besides, the least I could do is make this night a memorable one for you, right?"
Randy made a small smile. He was not sure whether he wanted to go or not. But then and again, he hadn't seen his close friend in years. How could he reject such an invitation?
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"I can't believe I'm going."
Randy was staring at the white ceiling above him. After thinking about what had happened earlier at the arena about an hour ago, he couldn't believe that he did say that he was going. Right from his own mouth.
Then a head hovered over his face to block the view, although Randy was simply day dreaming for the longest while.
"Well guess what. You are."
Randy sighed as he sat up on his double bed and looked at John, who was crossing his arms across his chest. A frown indicated that how impatient he was since he was fully attired and ready to go for a night of partying while his best friend wasn't.
"You're not intending on going with your muscle shirt and pants, are you?"
"Of course not," said Randy with a roll of his eyes. "You know that I like to look good."
"Then you go and do that then. You've got five minutes. Come on, hustle. We gotta go!"
"Alright alright, I'm on it," Randy mumbled. He went for his suitcase that was sitting on the opposite side of his bed.
"I'll meet you out in the lobby, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
Just when the click from the door sounded, Randy sighed again as he dug into his suitcase for something simple to wear for the evening. He knew what to be expected like the service of alcohol, which was really obvious. He was going to stay away from it for sure so he wouldn't get carried away like he had been before. But that wasn't his concern at the moment.
The thought of being around Mickie and Batista would make him feel uncomfortable.
Some night this is going to be…
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"So what do you think I should wear? Pink or black?"
The girls were getting ready to go out to the club along with the boys John, Randy and Batista. Torrie Wilson held up two tops, one in each hand, as she was hoping to get a bit of assistance when it comes to picking out a top to wear.
"I think I'll go with pink," said a dark haired woman. "What do you think Micks?"
The other woman finished brushing her hair and turned to the blonde belle.
"Pink, definitely."
"Looks like we've come to an agreement," said Candice, grinning.
"Alright, pink it is," said Torrie.
Mickie looked back to her reflection in the mirror. Not that she was checking back on her appearance, she was deep into thought about what had happened earlier back in the arena. Everyone was so happy about his return….well not everyone.
She wasn't happy about it.
The last thing she wanted was to see her ex boyfriend once again in over a year. The last thing she wanted was for him to pop back into her life. Things were great between her and Batista and it seemed that there was nothing that could come between them right?
But that was when Randy Orton came in.
Now that he was back to Raw that would meant that Mickie would be seeing a lot of him from now on. She had hoped that Randy wouldn't become a threat to her relationship with Batista.
Mickie remembered Randy's reaction clearly. She could tell that he was shocked when he saw her and Batista together. But why would she care about whether Randy's reaction to this change anyway? She had moved on and it was clear that she was in love with someone else. If she had to kiss her boyfriend in the middle of the ring, in the least of places, to show just how much Batista meant to her, she would. Batista was nothing but a kind, gentle person and her life would be wasted away if she threw it all away for the person that cost her nothing but pain to pierce her heart all over again…
"Hey Mickie, ready to go?"
Mickie soon came out of her deep thoughts and was back to the room as she turned to look at Torrie Wilson and Candice Michelle with a smile as she picked her handbag up from the dresser.
"Of course I am. I'm ready to party!"
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Randy locked the door behind him and began to walk through the corridor to get to the elevator. On his way down, three women had just stepped out of their room and the blonde woman was the last one out as she had the key to lock the door. He had his eyes on one with the light brown hair but it seemed like she didn't see him coming until a dark haired one noticed his presence.
"Hey Randy!" said Candice as she walked over to him to give him a hug.
"Hi Candice," he replied. He looked across from Candice's shoulder and he could Mickie's blank expression on her face.
"I'm glad you're coming with us."
"Well I just figured that tonight is going to be fun so why not join, right?"
"Cool," said Torrie and beamed. "Well let's go. I bet Dave and JC are waiting."
"Wait hold on a sec," said Randy. "Would you girls mind if I speak to Mickie alone?"
"Randy we have to go," said Mickie.
"It's only for a minute. This won't take long."
"Fine."
"Okay. We'll see you in the lobby then," said Candice. She winked at him before leaving with Torrie. Randy turned his attention to Mickie who had her arms crossed.
"So what is this about that can't wait?" Mickie asked.
"It can't wait Mickie," said Randy. "I've been looking for you for almost half of the evening. I would not waste my opportunity for something I wanted to do."
"And that is?"
"To talk to you."
"Oh gee how lucky am I?" Mickie said sarcastically.
"I'm serious."
"Look if this is about my relationship with…"
"This is not about Dave," Randy retorted. "It's about us."
"Us?" Mickie's eyes widened as she repeated the same word. "Us? As far as I know, there is no us and there never will be!"
"Please just listen to me for just one…"
"No I am not going to listen to what you have to say!" Mickie snapped. "I have moved on. And so should you."
Mickie turned to walk way but Randy pulled her back by the arm. But the brunette women yanked her arm with force.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Mickie yelled. "Stay away from me Randy. I want nothing to do with you!"
"But I-"
"I don't want to hear it!" said Mickie. "Don't talk to me and don't you try to get near me. This conversation is over!"
Before Randy could say more, Mickie had already left. He stomped his foot on the carpeted floor angrily and let out a frustrated sigh for his chance of talking with Mickie didn't go too well. But he hadn't given up just yet. There was more that he had to get done and he had had to try extra harder to get Mickie to listen no matter how stubborn she was.
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The club was packed with people on a Monday night. The music and the loud talking were mixed to create an atmosphere for everyone to enjoy being into. Randy was sitting alone at the bar twirling his straw slowly around in his half drunken glass of virgin piña colada. He turned to see them still dancing. He sighed at the sight of this. He wanted to talk to Mickie badly but how could he if she had refused to listen to him before?
"How come you're not dancing?"
Randy looked at Candice as she had taken her seat next to him. He chuckled before finishing the rest of his non alcoholic beverage.
"I think all the women are taken."
"Don't give me that!" said Candice. "There are plenty of women here!"
"Oh gosh really? Why am I wasting my time here for?"
Candice laughed and slapped him playfully on the shoulder which made Randy laughed too. Then a new song Say it Right by Nelly Furtado blasted through the speakers which made the crowd whooped enthusiastically.
"Oh I love this song! Come on let's dance. Please?" Candice pleaded and put on the best pout as possible so that Randy couldn't resist.
"Aw, how could I say no to that face?"
"So is that a yes?"
Randy flashed a grin at her. "Come on let's dance."
"Yay!"
They laughed. They got up from the seat. Randy took her hand and the two friends exchanged smiles at one another and they went to the dance floor.
Mickie had her eyes close as she was dancing close to him. That night went great for them so far and she wanted it to stay that way. Then a whisper came into her ear.
"Did anyone tell you how sexy you look tonight?"
Mickie grinned at this. She opened her eyes to look at her boyfriend. "No. But you did, just now I think."
"Well I think you are."
"That's good coming from you."
Batista laughed and then his eyes started to gleam with the lights. "I love you MJ."
"I love you too, Dave."
Their lips pressed to each other's in a sweet tender kiss. Then they resumed back to their dancing position. Mickie felt lucky to meet someone like Batista. It was only eight months ago when they first met and only six months since they were going steady. Not only that she had a great boyfriend on her side but she also had the women's title for nine months. It was a great accomplishment, to hold that title for such a long while that was. So at that point in time, there was nothing that she could ever wish for.
Mickie closed her eyes again as they danced. She had them open again only to get her attention on a couple that was dancing nearby. She shook off the thought of letting Randy get to her head.
He has to find a way to move on. He has to.
Randy and Candice were dancing slowly to the beat of the song while Candice sang along with the words of the chorus. He had always known her as a good singer and could be very seductive when it comes to dancing.
"So Randy now that you're back, what are your plans?"
"Well I'm going to take it one match at a time," said Randy. "And then we'll see what happens next."
Candice smiled softly at him. "I'm glad you're back. I missed you."
"And I missed you too, Candy Girl."
The dark haired woman grinned. Randy was the one who came up with that nickname and only he would call her that.
"Candy Girl. Gosh, I was wondering if you have forgotten about it!"
Randy laughed. "No I haven't. How could I forget? The name fits you."
Candice giggled. "I'm glad things are back to the way they were."
"So am I." Randy smiled and winked at her.
They went back to their dancing positions and as Randy looked across at the couple that was dancing not too far from them. She was having a great time and soon her eyes were locked to Randy's. No one took notice of this eye contact since they were too busy having a grand time.
Why was he looking at her?
That thought in mind was driving Mickie crazy. Why couldn't just he look at Candice?
Mickie thought that she was just being a bit paranoid. He just happened to be dancing when he saw her. That could be a good reason, right?
"Hey babe, you'll have to excuse me for a bit. I'll be back."
"Okay. Don't be long."
"I won't," said Mickie. She gave him a peck on the lips before slipping out of his arms.
Randy noticed that Mickie walked out of the dance floor and tried to squeeze her way through the crowd to get to somewhere she was intending on going. She was on her own again and that would be a good time to talk to her again.
"Hey I'll be right back, okay? There's something I have to do."
"Yeah sure."
Randy left Candice on the dance floor and went through the crowd. He could still her brown curls bouncing away under the blue lights. He had to catch up with Mickie before she could go any further. Soon he managed out of the crowded area and found himself in an empty narrow corridor where Mickie kept on walking.
"Mickie, wait!"
She stopped when she heard that voice calling her from behind. Mickie turned at her heels to see who it was and her eyes began to get wider with astonishment. She wished she hadn't stopped.
"Are you following me?" Mickie asked with disbelief.
"Yes," said Randy, not knowing what to say next. "Please just hear me out. You haven't given me the time to express myself."
"Does it look like I want to?" Mickie asked in a not so friendly tone. "Which part of 'Stay away from me' did you not get?!"
"Look Mickie, I just want to know where we stand!" Randy yelled back, though he didn't meant to. It was her stubbornness that ticked him off.
"What?"
"I know that I hurt you in ways that I could never imagine myself doing," said Randy. "And I just want to let you know how truly sorry I am."
The brunette scoffed at what she just heard. She made a roll of the eyes and murmured. "I don't believe this."
"It's true," Randy said truthfully. "I am really sorry. I know you've moved and I can…accept that." He paused for a bit when he saw that she was rubbing her left eye with her hand before he could continue. Though he had little time to think it through but he hoped that Mickie would somehow agree when he had a feeling what her answer would be.
"I hope that you can forgive me and that we can be…well friends."
Mickie looked up at him, perhaps with a clear expression on her face that she had been stunned by what Randy had just asked her.
He wanted her to be friends with her?
"You want me to be friends with you?"
"Yes Mickie, I do."
Randy made a small smile at her, hoping that her answer would be as he expected to be. But that wasn't the case.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Mickie said hotly. "I will never be friends with such a person who claimed that I'm nothing but a copy of Trish! A pure fake! Do you think I'm that stupid to not remember this every bit of detail you said behind my back? I haven't forgotten about it Randy! That's the painful scar you left me with!"
Her lips were trembling as she tried to be resistant to her weakness and that weakness was to let the pain of the past to haunt her again. Randy hated to see her like this and couldn't help but to cry as well.
"Mickie…I…"
"I will never be friends with a man who called me a stupid slut who came into the wrestling business just looking to get a little 'something' in return for a bit of money."
"I didn't mean to-"
"What kind of boyfriend would this of his girlfriend like she is some cheap whore and wanted nothing but money?" Her brown eyes were swelling with tears. "What kind of boyfriend would say such horrible disgusting words that could stab her right in the heart?"
"I swear I didn't mean…"
"Will you shut up?!" Mickie imploded. Her tears soon came pouring out of her eyes though she couldn't help herself.
"Don't you see that what your return to Raw is doing to me? It's too much and I can't take it anymore!"
Randy's heart sank just to see her mascara stained face. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her again. Then a thought came up to him and wondered why he hadn't thought of it before now he knew that Mickie and Dave were together.
"Wait, does Dave know about us? Our past I mean. "
"No he doesn't," said Mickie with a sniffle. "Why should I even bother tell him? It doesn't mean a thing anymore. Why bring it up if it'll cause more pain?"
Randy sighed and nodded. At least Dave didn't know that they were once a couple. And it should probably stay that way.
"Mickie I really am sorry about everything," said Randy. "I was drunk back then. I had no conscious..."
"You know what?" Mickie held out a hand to his face to cut him off abruptly. "Just save it."
"Mick-"
"I don't want to hear it. Just leave me alone."
"Mickie, I-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Mickie screamed. She turned away from him and ran through the corridor until she found the door and went inside. Randy ran after her only to stop in front of the door and saw that it had the sign with a symbol of the lady that was hooked onto it and quickly realized what it meant.
"Damn it," he muttered and sighed. Mickie had just gone inside the women's washroom.
He punched his fist against the wall. The pain was piercing hot but nothing could be compared to what was painful to him when he saw her crying.
Randy knocked his forehead a few times on the wall. His mind was racing. He didn't know what to do. There was no doubt in his mind that Mickie could be crying in the right about now….
And she was. Mickie was letting the tears pouring down her cheeks. She had her elbows leant on the marble counter and her face was buried into her hands. She was the only woman there inside the washroom facility though she didn't think twice of who would be hearing her cry at that moment. She couldn't dare to look in the mirror for she knew the kind of state that she would be in.
"I hate him," was all that could think of to say. Her throat turned sore and the more she cried, the more pain she felt and it would aggravate her to say to the least.
She had been in the washroom for a quite a while now. She guessed that Randy probably had gone back to the dance floor by now since she told him off.
This is ridiculous. Why am I still here?
She had intended on coming into the washroom just to remove her thoughts of Randy. The man she once loved and now loathed. A visit to the washroom turned out to be pointless as he was still on her mind.
This is stupid. I'm much stronger than this.
Mickie was determined to not let Randy get to her thoughts again. She would be damned if her relationship with Batista would be in jeopardy because of him.
Dave must be wondering where I am. I should leave now.
She raised her head from her hands and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She stood up so she could see herself in the mirror properly so she could wash her face.
But as Mickie looked up, her eyes widened at the sight of another reflection of someone that was standing close behind her. She wondered if her mind was just playing on her.
Those blue eyes….
"What the hell are you-?"
But she got cut off from her sentence as his lips crashed against hers as Randy kissed her with all the passion he had.