A/N- Thank you all for the reviews, I really appreciate them. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who liked the last chapter lol. I'm not sure how long this story will be, I'll try and shoot for 20 chapters, but who knows. Here's the next part, hope you like it, tell me what you think!
Cold Heart, Warm Touch
"Stop, stop. I need a breather." Randy says sitting down on a nearby bench. He just happened to be up at eight, and had nothing better to do, so he decided to go jogging with Maria. It had nothing to do with her threats though. Yeah right.
"It hasn't even been ten minutes yet." Maria says standing in front of him.
"I told you I don't jog." He says in between breaths. She shakes her head and sits down beside him.
"So guess who I saw leaving my room last night." Maria says.
"I don't know. Who?"
"Dave."
"Why was Dave in your hotel room?" Randy asks confused.
"I'm rooming with Mickie, she claimed they were only watching a movie. They've been spending an awful lot of time together lately."
"Doesn't surprise me. Dave's been hung up on her for awhile now."
"Their so cute together."
"Adorable." Randy says flatly.
"Aw come on, you think so to." She says nudging his shoulder.
"Dave's not one to stay committed to one girl for long."
"Well maybe this time it will be different."
"Yeah, maybe." He says, his voice laced with doubt.
"You ready to continue champ?" Maria asks.
"Do I look like Forest Gump?"
"No way. Tom Hanks is way better looking." Maria says smiling, beginning to jog away from him.
"Your joking right?" He asks, catching up to her.
Two hours, and multiple rest stops later, the jog was over. Randy looked like the walking dead, while Maria looked like she just woke up, energized as ever. Randy was ready to go to sleep and never wake up. Seriously, this whole jogging thing is overrated . Next time, he'll stick to the gym.
"So what'd you say, same time tomorrow?" Maria asks sweetly, knowing how torturous this was for him.
"Oh yeah. In fact, instead of eight in the morning, lets make it seven, and go an extra ten miles." Randy says sarcastically.
"If you say so."
"Your so not funny." Randy says, stepping into the elevator with her.
"What time do you have to check out today?" Maria asks.
"Noon. Which gives me an hour to sleep."
"You flying into Boston today?" Maria asks. They had a show on Thursday in Boston, and one on Friday in New York, then off until Monday.
"Yeah, then doing nothing but sleep tomorrow. Because of your jogging, I probably won't be able to walk." He says, waiting for the elevator to open. He was on the eighth floor, and Maria was on the tenth.
"Then I guess to get you used to jogging, your going to have to go with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays." She says smiling at him. The elevator 'dinged' and Randy stepped off, turning around and stopping the doors from closing.
"I doubt it. I want to say thank you though." Randy says, almost shyly.
"For what?"
"You kept my mind off Hunter and Dave, and how screwed up my life is last night and today."
"No problem. Your life isn't screwed up either." She says, walking closer to him and wrapping her arms around him. Randy stood their dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. After a minute, she pulled back and smiled at him.
"I'm looking forward to our next jogging session Mr. Orton." Before he could reply, the elevator doors shut. He smiled to himself, and walked to his room. He walked in and turned the lights on, almost jumping out of his skin when he saw Dave sitting on one of the beds.
"What'd you know. It's not even noon, and your out of bed." Dave says casually.
"How did you get in here?"
"Front desk."
"What do you want?" Randy asks skeptically.
"I came to give you your gear back. You left last night without grabbing it." Dave says, motioning to the bag by the TV. Randy completely forgot about his stuff. He didn't want to face Hunter last night, so he left without getting it.
"Thanks. How did you get it?"
"Waited till they left. I saw you leave with Maria before I could say thank you." He says, surprising Randy.
"For what?"
"You know for what."
"You should have known I wouldn't hit you."
"I didn't know for a minute or so."
"Well that says what you think of me."
"No. I just didn't think you would go against Hunter's orders."
"Well I did and it's over with." Randy says, sitting down on the opposite bed. He had one hour until check out time, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He was just about there until a pillow hit him in the face.
"Dave, what the hell?"
"You do that to me just as I am about asleep."
"Exactly. I do that to you, your not supposed to do it to me."
"Giving you a dose of your own medicine." Dave says chuckling. It took a few moments, but Randy eventually threw the pillow back at him. An exchange that settled things between the two, an unspoken makeup.
"So where were you at this morning. I've never seen you up before noon."
"I went jogging." Randy frowns when Dave coughs, trying to cover up a laugh.
"I'm sorry. Did I hear you right? You went jogging?"
"Yes, jogging. What's wrong with that?"
"I've known you for four years, roomed with you for three of them, and never once saw you jogging, talk about jogging, or think about jogging."
"I decided to try it." Dave just gives him an 'I'm not stupid look'.
"Did you happen to go with a certain brunette?" Dave asks, giving a knowing smile.
"I owed her." Randy explains.
"You still owe me forty dollars from two years ago." Dave points out, trying to get a confession out of him.
"Dave, I know where your going with this, and your wrong."
"I'm just saying."
"Well stop. How about I ask about you and Mickie?"
"Go ahead. We've been hanging out a lot lately. I like her." Dave says easily.
"We going to start rooming again?" Randy asks, changing the subject.
"It's only been three days. It's been nice not having to wake your lazy ass up everyday, make sure your showered and ready to go on time. I didn't miss not being hit with a pillow every night, and I certainly didn't miss your snoring."
"Is that a no?"
"You didn't think you were getting rid of me that easily did you?"
"I figured I could try." Randy says with a laugh.
"Listen, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about." Dave says, becoming more serious.
"What's up?" He asks, noticing the tone of Dave's voice.
"I was thinking of us starting a tag team. It doesn't have to be longterm, just long enough to take Hunter down."
"I' supposed to win the titles with Ric Monday."
"You could ruin it somehow. I'd help you."
"I don't know Dave."
"You'd be free from Hunter. You could go for the title then. Your never going to get a shot at it while being aligned with him."
"Just...just let me think about it."
"I'll give you till Monday, then I guess we'll both know." Dave says, standing to leave. Nothing else was said between the two as Dave walked out the door.
"I guess we're not rooming together until Monday."