Revelation
There you are…really, if you knew how much I have to tell you, you wouldn't be making me wait. We're almost to the point of the story where your help becomes necessary. You do realize that with every moment you make me wait, that's another moment you've pushed me back in my schedule. That equates to another moment that Randy is left without guidance. You really do not understand the severity of that do you? Just to teach you a lesson, I should let him walk around without my help then you'll see what kind of trouble he causes; that'll learn you.
Ok, so when I left off last, I told you that John and Adam had a big fight, like that was anything new, and John stormed out after Adam slipped and said that Mark was the most important person in his life. Adam went to call after John, but instead saw Mark and Randy together. Randy and Mark grazed over the conversation about them sleeping together before discussing porn and going out for drinks.
I would hope that TPTB don't watch every move I make. I could see where they would think that I was fucking up. Not that I would ever admit it, hell, if Chance didn't get canned for letting get Brandy behind the wheel of a car, there's no way in hell I should be in any trouble.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"So what's your name?" Randy sat in his hotel room, looking out into nothing. He had convinced himself that he had truly lost his mind. He was more apt to talking to his television than to me. "You do have a name right?"
I really didn't like that condescending tone in his voice. But in all fairness, he had a right to be suspicious of me. "My name is Serendipity."
"I don't like that name." He made a face and looked around the room. "How about I call you April?"
"How about no? My name is Serendipity."
"Well that's fucking stupid. Who the hell ever heard of a chick named that?" Randy was in a foul mood and I for one wasn't standing for his verbal assault.
"I'll have you know that millions of people have heard of Serendipity. I'm famous and I'm no ordinary chick either." I should know better than to argue with an imbecile, but it was something about the childish way he was acting that made me want to banter with him.
Randy huffed. He wasn't going to get his way and he couldn't stand it. "So Seren…what do you look like? Are you like all ugly and shit, is that why you're invisible?"
"I'm not invisible, I just chose for not see me." It's amazing how he'll do anything to avoid the topic. "Now back to the question. What turns you on?"
"Show me what you look like and I'll tell you."
"What do you want me to look like Randy?" If were going to get anywhere, I had to play along.
Randy crossed his legs excitedly and smiled. "You can look like anybody?" He clapped his hands, when I answered yes. "Oh shit. Um, look like Halle Berry."
"I don't want to look like her…if you could put together your dream person, what would they look like?"
Randy closed his eyes and thought. "Um…they'd be tall, dark hair and brown eyes. A beautiful smile, perfect teeth, toned, tanned skin…ahh…"
I took the liberty of looking into his mind. I smiled in spite of myself. "You do realize that you're describing Mark?"
"I am not!" Randy jumped up like an accused child. "You didn't let me finish. I was gonna say that she had to have a big rack too; like a triple F size."
"Randy…" I tried to scold him, but he's just so cute when he's trying cover up. "You like Mark don't you?"
Randy sat in silence for a moment. He didn't need say anything. I knew the answer. "No."
"Then why are you thinking about him?"
Randy pulled the blanket over his head. "I'm not. And get the fuck out my head. I didn't give you permission to be there." It's really not like there was anything else in there. "And if you must know I was thinking about the conversation we had earlier. I'm thinking of a way to get him and Copeland together."
"You are such a fucking liar. Look Randy, if you like Mark, it's okay. I'd do him." So maybe I suck at professionalism, but really, I never get to talk to my charges. "What's not to like? He's attractive, he's young, he's very well endowed…"
"How do you know? I bet you can see everybody, can't you? Ooh, do you like have x-ray vision, like Superman and shit? Doesn't matter, you ain't seen mine have you? I got his ass beat." Randy stood up and began to unbutton his pants.
"Stop! I've seen it." Damn it, I shouldn't have let that one slip. And if you ever tell TPTB about this, I will deny it with all of my heart. But, Randy did have few inches on Mark. That stays between us, got it?
"Pretty fucking impressive, huh?" He sat back down with a satisfied smirk on his face. "And see that's what I don't get. I'm fucking hung, I'm good in bed; why can't I fall in love?"
I sat next to Randy and took his hand in mine. "I know this may be hard to believe, but not everything revolves around sex. I know, I know…it's hard to imagine, but normal people have lives outside of their sex lives." The look on his face was one of utter disbelief. "Have you ever had a serious relationship before? There's so much more to them than sex. It's about compromise and taking the person's feelings into consideration. It's about making them happy, not just you. You have a good heart Randy, now you need to listen to it. What do you want?"
"I want someone to understand me." Randy bit the inside of his jaw as he thought. "I want someone that won't make fun of me because I'm not that smart. I want someone that I can laugh with and cuddle up with at night. I want someone the way that Copani wants Copeland. I see the way that guy looks at him and it burns me the fuck up."
"Why?"
"Because nobody has ever looked at me that way." Randy put his head down in embarrassment.
I feel the need to explain myself. It was at that moment that I should have left the room. But I couldn't, not with him so upset. I knew what I was going to do and I knew that I could lose my job for it. I didn't mean any harm by it, I just wanted him to know that someone did care for him. He was more than just a big penis, although it was big…very, very big. He was sensitive, although he was too stupid to realize it. He was funny, but that was because he was dumb. And he was worthy, just because he was Randy. I wanted him to see that I looked at him that way.
Randy's eyes were big as saucers when he looked at me for the first time. "I've seen you before. You're her…"
I panicked. What did he mean I was her? I disappeared and stayed silent while he talked to himself.
"I know you. I dream about you. You touch me in my sleep; you cuddle up with me at night, don't you? Why'd you go away?" He looked around the room. "Look, I'm sorry if I freaked you out, just come back okay? You're fucking her…you're the one."
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Well I don't need to tell you that I needed to be off this case, like yesterday. Things had gotten way out of hand. First of all, I had no business molesting my charge. Secondly, I should have never gone back for seconds, or thirds, or hundredths, but with that aside, I shouldn't have cuddled with him on cold nights, or stroked his hair when he couldn't sleep. I most certainly should not have carried on very strange conversations with him. And there was no way in hell that I should have revealed myself to him. That's what fucked me up in the Adam case. And here I was, repeating the same mistake.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Mark dragged himself out of bed, intent on murdering whoever was banging on his door. "What?" He opened it only to find Randy Orton looking like a crazy person. "Brainiac, it's 3 in the morning. What do you want?"
Randy barged passed Mark and made his way into the room. "Do you think I'm crazy?"
Mark nodded. "Yes, you're a fucking lunatic. Good night."
"No, like seriously. Am I crazy? Because I think I'm crazy. I saw her…she was right there…she's the fucking one." Randy took a seat on Mark's bed and looked around the room. "And I know she can hear me. SHE'S JUST HIDING…" He said loud enough to wake up the entire floor.
I was listening; he didn't have to yell.
"I give…what the fuck are you talking about?" Mark sat down and rested his back against the wall.
Randy let out a deep breath and decided to start at the beginning. "Okay, so you know how I couldn't have sex, so I could fall in love? Well it was my guardian angel that told me that shit. Worst fucking advice ever…anyway, she's been helping me figure out what I want. So then tonight she asked me to describe my dream person and I described you, but then she showed me who she was and she's the girl that I dream about. It's fucking her."
Mark looked around the room confused. "Wait…back up. I'm your dream person?"
"Did you hear anything I said? She's the one. Why are you so fucking conceited? The only part that shit you heard was about you." Randy shook his head and looked at Mark disgusted.
"Okay, wait. You come in here in the middle of the night to tell me that you're talking to an 'angel' about me, and I'm not supposed to hear that part?" Mark sat upright and stared at Randy in disbelief. "It's too fucking early in the morning for this shit man."
Randy rolled his eyes. "Oh calm down. It's not like I want you or anything. I was just saying what kind of person that I would like to be with. I already told you, I think the way you are with Copeland is what I want. What's the big deal?"
"We slept together." Mark whispered as if someone else in the room could hear him. "You don't see the big deal in that?"
Randy stood up confused. "First of all, if I remember correctly, there wasn't any sleeping involved. Secondly, you got the ride of your fucking life…so stop acting like you fucking turned me out."
"I did not." Mark narrowed his eyes at Randy.
Randy huffed. "Dude…this is me we're talking about. I'm the best fucking lay out there. You loved it."
I personally was having a field day because the focus was taken off of me. Plus, the sexual tension in the room was amazing. I hoped those boys wouldn't disappoint me.
"Whatever, dude. What do you want, Orton? I'm fucking tired." Mark shook his head and looked over at the clock. "You got 30 seconds and then I'm kicking your ass out."
"You didn't like it? Are you serious? You didn't think it was good?" In Randy's limited mind, nothing was more important than his sexual image. It was amazing that he had forgotten the entire reason that he came to Mark's room to begin with. He could only think about what Mark thought of him as a lover. "That's fucked up because I thought you were good. I bet you if I was Smiles you wouldn't be saying that shit."
"What the fuck does that mean? How did Smiles get in this conversation?" By this time Mark had just about enough of Randy.
"It means that everything is about fucking Copeland. Dude, he's in love with Cena…leave them the fuck alone. You're all mopey and shit…you won't let yourself do anything or fucking enjoy anything because it ain't with him." Randy stood back on his legs and crossed his arms. "What a fucking waste."
Mark stood up to Randy with a dark glare in his eyes. He was angry. How dare Randy mock his feelings for Adam? What Mark felt for Adam was love! It was pure, it was beautiful…it was unrequited. But damn Randy for throwing it in his face. He stood only a few inches away, tearing him down with his stare. They were so close they could feel each other breathing angrily on one another. Mark had hurt Randy's pride and Randy made it really clear that Adam was in love someone else.
I knew that if I didn't take matters into my own hands, they would go on staring at each other all night. I thought at Mark because let's face it, Randy doesn't listen; especially not when he has the potential to get laid.
Mark leaned in and touched his lips softly to Randy's. He wasn't quite sure why he was kissing him. He didn't have feelings for Randy; he loved Adam. But Randy was right, Adam didn't love him. Why should he still be pining away for a man that didn't want him? Not to mention that Randy was an amazing kisser.
Randy backed off and looked Mark in the eye. "Don't do it, if you don't mean it."
Mark didn't know if he meant it, but he needed to prove to Randy and more importantly himself that he didn't need Adam to validate him. To his knowledge he wasn't attracted to Randy, but he found him attractive. He looked back at Randy and nodded before kissing him again. "Stay with me."
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I know…I told Randy no sex. And of course he takes this time to actually fucking listen. I should really be clearer in my instructions. I should have said, 'Randy, no sex with bimbos, but if Mark wants to fuck you…then by all means.'
Instead of hot, sweaty bodies flopping around, I had to settle for deep kisses and exploratory touches. To my surprise, there was a lot of giggling and content sighing. After reading both Mark and Randy's minds, I found that they were both more attracted to each other than either was willing to admit.
Am I jealous? Hell yes. But I'm just a muse…what can I do about it?
