Chapter 7
Until We Get Caught

Randy stood in his doorway shocked. He didn't know what to do or to say. He wasn't expecting her to come to his house.

"Are you going to say something?" She was still patiently waiting for him to say something. But he just stood there not moving an inch or saying a word.

"Well could you at least let me in? It's kind of cold out here." She didn't even wait for his reply. She pushed past him into his house and he still hadn't said a word. It wasn't until he had followed her into his living room that he did say something.

"What are you doing here?" It had taken him everything in him not to stutter and just to think of something to say instead of standing there like a dumbass.

"Oh please. What the hell are you doing here? Running? Like you always do when the going gets tough? Like you do whenever you might have to man up and actually make a decision for yourself? What the hell Randy? If you don't want to be with me just tell me, I can handle it. But don't run away like some baby."

"Running? Running? You think that I ran? I simply decided to take a vacation off from everything." Randy himself didn't even believe what he said. How did she know he couldn't make the decision?

"Yeah sure, in the middle of the night one you decided to take a vacation after you practically ran out of the restaurant. Yeah, you're not running at all." It was times like these that he hated how sarcastic she could be.

"So what does it matter if I was running? If I was running, obviously it is from you but here you are right here."

"Yes I am here. Because I'm tired of you never being man enough to say whatever it is you feel to my face. I know I'm not intimidating, so why? What's so hard about just giving me a straight answer? I'm not leaving until I get one either. With an explanation about why you just couldn't tell me in the restaurant." She said this calmly as she sat on the couch and began to watch tv.

"Wait." Randy had to stop and think because besides that fact that she was sitting on his couch something wasn't right. "Shouldn't you be there?" He said pointing to the tv.

"No."

"No?"

"No." Randy just stared at her like she was speaking another language(the look he often gave Carlito when he spoke in Spanish). "Remember like three months ago I told you that I was on vacation for two weeks in February."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I was supposed to spend it with my parents but here I am, sitting here confronting your dumbass." Randy winced and looked the other way. She was trying to make him feel guilty and give in, and with the way he was feeling now she was succeeding.

"Look Randy, I'm not trying to force you into anything. Do you know how hard this is for me? I have been following you around like a lost puppy. I flew all the way out here to yell at you! I do all of this shit and you can't even give me a simple yes or no answer! Yes or no? I can't believe I'm even going through this! What am I doing? Obviously you can care less so why should I care? I'm past caring at this point! I don't need this. You are not worth all of this trouble Randy." He realized that halfway through her rant she began talking to herself. She was still mumbling to herself on the couch of all the reasons he was not worth all the trouble he was presenting.

If someone told Randy three moths ago that he would have Stacy Keibler in his house asking him to be her boyfriend then he would have told them they were crazy but here it was happening in front of him. So many thoughts were running though his head. He could feel the headache coming on. He was looking for anything to divert is attention away from the issue that was in front of him. He sighed as he looked over at the tv and saw Carlito pull Victoria into a kiss. The sight alone made him want to gag. He felt sorry for Carlito, at least Stacy was damn hot and he was very much so attracted to her. He looked back to Stacy to see that she was looking intently at him.

Randy had always wanted Stacy as a girlfriend and he wanted to smack himself for not just saying yes when she asked him. But for some reason something was holding him back from doing so. Randy was never one to think this hard about matters concerning women. He knew there was something holding him back, but he didn't know what it was. Why couldn't he just give in to what he had wanted for what seemed like forever? He decided that now wasn't the time to over analyze relationships. With that last thought he walked up to Stacy, who at this point had given up on him and had started for the door, and kissed her.

The kiss was filled with everything they felt for each other but were too afraid to say. Their hands were searching for any skin contact they could find. Stacy could feel her legs start to get weak from all of the overwhelming emotions in the kiss so Randy picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He then led them into his bedroom. When they dropped down onto the bed Randy was quick to start removing their clothes but Stacy stopped him.

"What?"

"So what does this mean? Are we together? Or are we back to just being fun buddies? Because I don't want to go back down that road Randy. I'm not going down that road ag-" Randy silenced her with a kiss.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." And just like that they both felt as if anvils had been lifted off of their chests and Randy knew that he had made the right decision.

Carlito was pacing around in his hotel room. He couldn't believe what he had done. He wished he could go back to that moment but a part of him knew that he wouldn't change a thing and that was what made him angry.

When he heard the knock on the door he wasn't surprised because he was expecting it. He opened the door and sure enough Victoria was on the other side. He let her in because he was planning on telling her that everything was a mistake but she began talking before he could.

"Look I know you're going to say how much of a mistake the kiss was but I think you're wrong."

"No I know- "

"No, I know what I felt in that kiss and it wasn't something from and an accidental kiss."

"No. It was an accident and I didn't feel a thing." It sounded more like Carlito was trying to convince himself than convince her. He was still pacing around in his room tugging at his hair. He didn't want to look at her and see her face because it might have caused him to break again.

"Ok if it was nothing then this will be nothing too."

"What?" He turned around to finally look at him but the next thing he knew he was face first with Victoria and she kissed him.

He quickly shoved her off of him before he was tempted to kiss her back. He even made a show of wiping his lips off on the sleeve of his shirt. When he was finished he looked over at her. The look on her face made him want to kill himself. He expected to see an angry pissed off Victoria, face set in stone about to tell him how much he was going to regret doing what he did. But instead she looked like she was about to break down and actually cry. It shocked him because he didn't know it was possible from her. She sighed and took in a deep breath.

"Okay I guess I was wrong with this one." It seemed like she mentally gathered her bearings before she took another deep breath and headed to the door. But when she got there with her hand on the knob, she stopped and turned around to face him. "I just don't get it. I like you Carlos. I like you so fucking much. I admit the way I acted in the beginning was wrong, but you wouldn't even say hi to me. I've tried so hard to get on your good side. I mean do you think I liked having you think I was psycho? Newsflash I didn't. It was the only way I could ever talk to you or get you to notice me. I've been trying to be your friend since we started working on the same show. You never noticed though, just pushed me aside for the other girls.

"It wasn't until I started acting psycho that you realized I existed. But that wasn't even good because you seemed to be terrified of me and you hated me. So I tried harder. I talked to Vince and showed you who I really am. But you can't see that. All of the time we spent together and it's like you can't see past my character. I've never met someone so stupid before in my life.

"I wish I never met you, because if I hadn't met you I wouldn't feel like this right now. And I sure as hell wouldn't be in love with a stupid idiot who could care less about me." She was crying by the end of it but all Carlito could do was stare at her in shock. She slowly shook her head and left before she made an even bigger fool of herself than she had already.

Carlito didn't know what to think or do. He felt bad, no, he felt like shit. Never in his life did he think it was possible for Victoria to cry, and never in a million years would he have guess that it would be because of him.

He had no idea that she felt like that. He didn't know what to do. Did he chase after her and give her a chance? Apologize and see if something could come from it?

As sorry as he was for how he had treated her, he didn't feel sorry enough to form a pity relationship with her. Sure he had gotten to know her lately and she was pretty cool, but she was not who he saw his girlfriend as.

It would suck to have to continue to work with her knowing how she felt, but that was what acting was for right? It wasn't his responsibility to cater to her, people fell in love that was unrequited all of the time. She was a grown woman she could handle it. After all why should he care? They weren't even friends.

But the truth was he did care. And it was no longer just simple as avoiding her. There was no avoiding her. She would be everywhere. Staring at him with either hate waiting for him to combust or with those sad eyes; either way it would kill him. And possibly cause him to lose his job if he fucked things up. Gosh he hated how much everything in his life seemed to revolve around Victoria. He sighed as he ran out of the door trying to catch her.

He didn't have to go far because three doors down it seemed like she had broken down. Her back was to him but he could see the tell tale signs of her crying from her shaking back. It was almost pathetic to him; he had always envisioned her as this strong woman who could handle her own. It seemed wrong for her to be acting…fragile and actually like a girl. He liked to blame this weirdness for why he was giving in to her.

"Vict-, Lisa. Look I'm sorry. You were right; I never even gave you the chance. I was too caught up in my…stupidity. I thought about it, and I realized that I do like you. I want to give this whatever it is a try." It seemed like she had stopped crying, or at least it looked like it from where he was standing, but when she spoke, she kept her back to him.

"This isn't like out of pity or anything right?"

"No, not at all." He lied smoothly. "I want to be with you." He said as he got closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder trying to get her to face him, but she didn't bulge.

"Because if it is I will find out, and if I do find out, consider your balls gone." Carlito winced but didn't move from his position.

"I….understand, but I'm telling the truth. I want to be with you, honestly." That was all it took before she turned around and buried her head in his chest and wrapped her arms around him in a bear hug.

"You have no clue how long I've wanted this. You've made me one of the happiest women alive." Carlito just smirked, happy about the stroke to his ego. Who said he couldn't act?