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Chapter 9: Drunken Actions

John drove us two back to the hotel so that I could get my things ready for the show tonight. I went to the front desk to see who I was going to be rooming with since Ashley wasn't there. I found out that I was rooming with Mickie. Well at least we are trying to be friends so I think that's a good idea.

John walked me up to my hotel door. He looked me over, didn't say anything, and just looked at me. I gave him a fake reassuring smile and told him I would be down in the lobby in a half hour. We parted ways finally.

As I opened my door, I saw Mickie hurrying to get her things together also. She turned to me when I opened the door.

"Hey Nicole." She greeted cheerfully.

I wasn't in the mood at all to the show and I definitely wasn't in the mood to be friendly. But I did anyway. I sucked it up and faked another smile. "Hi, Mickie. Looks like we're rooming together."

"Yeah, but I think it's a good idea. You know, so we can get to know each other better." Mickie replied.

I nodded in agreement, "Me too. So . . . last minute packing?"

She laughed, "Yeah pretty much. I've always been that type of person. Never really an organizer. I just go with the flow."

I smiled. It looked like to me that we could be really good friends. I kind have needed a girl friend right now since Ashley was gone and Candice was more friends with Maria. But I just couldn't help to think that it's so hard to hide the feelings. I want to work on being friends with her but its hard when I feel like I do. Let's just say I feel like shit. I looked at Mickie and asked, "Are you organized enough to where you have a ride to the arena?"

"Damn! I knew I forgot something . . ."

I had to giggle, "Well you can come with John and me. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He always says the more the merrier."

She agreed, "Thanks, you're a lifesaver. So you and John . . . are you back together or something?"

I looked at her, stunned, "Umm no. We just decided to be good friends again. And Mickie, he's still with Maria."

"Oh yeah, sorry, blonde moment . . . I get those a lot." She said smacking her head slightly, "But that's good that you guys are friends again. Maybe you can convince him to get rid of Maria."

"Oh and why's that?" I asked curiously.

Mickie rolled her eyes, "Because she just won't shut up about him. You know, like she wants to brag that she's going out with 'the' John Cena. It's so annoying. She talks like he is more her trophy than boyfriend . . . plus you two are absolutely perfect for each other. I just couldn't imagine him with someone else."

I had to smile. I know we are perfect for each other; it always seemed that way. And I was happy to know that others thought so too. "You know, that makes me feel so much better."

"Happy to help. Well we better get ready, yeah?"

I looked at the time, "Oh my god, yeah! We need to meet John in 15 minutes!"

So we hurried and finished up packing. We met up with John and we were off to the house show.

3 a.m. that night

Third POV

Mickie James opened her eyes, sleepily. What was that funny noise coming from? She sat up a little and looked toward where the noise was coming from. The bathroom door was closed and a light was coming out of the bottom of the door. Nicole's bed was empty. So tiredly, Mickie hurried to the bathroom. Now that she got closer to the door, the noise sounded more like muffled crying.

"Nicole?" She asked. She opened the door and saw Nicole on the bathroom floor, up against the wall, and looking up at the women's champion. Her eyes were red from crying and she was dressed in a white tank top and black with white skull print all over them. She looked horrible.

"Nicole, are you ok?" Mickie asked.

Nicole looked to the floor, "I'm so sorry, Mickie. I tried . . . to keep it down . . . so that you could sleep."

Mickie shook her head, "That doesn't matter . . . Are you ok? Do you want me to call John?"

For a second, Nicole did nothing. But then she weakly shook her head. Mickie wasted no time. She ran for Nicole's phone on the nightstand and dialed John's number. He answered on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" he asked hoarsely.

"John, it's Mickie. And before you ask me why I'm calling, it's Nicole. She's bawling her eyes out and she won't say why. She wants to see you." Mickie quickly explained.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." Then he hurriedly hung up.

In like two minutes, there was a knock at the door. She hurried to answer and saw that he was dressed in a blue Reebok shirt with black gym shorts. "Where is she?"

"In the bathroom." Mickie quickly said. He hurried past the diva and went for his Shorty.

Nicole's POV

I can't believe I could have been this stupid. Why couldn't I just hold it in for just a little longer? But I just couldn't. Randy has hurt me so much. I feel bad for Mickie right now; she probably thinks that I'm so kind of freak or something. I don't really care about that right now. All I want is for John to tell me that everything is going to be ok.

I see him coming for me and I reach out pathetically for him. He hugs me to him tightly while I just blubber like a baby. I really am pathetic sometimes. He's whispering in my ear that everything is going to be ok and for a minute I actually believe him. If he only knew, he probably thinks I'm crying over Channing.

He pulls away and asks, "What's wrong, Nicole?"

I take in a breath so that I know that I can say a sentence right. I look into his expectant blue eyes and say, "It's Randy . . . you know when you had to pick me up at the restaurant today?"

When he nodded a yes, I continued, "Well Randy and I got into a really big fight—"

"Oh, Nicole. That's nothing to get upset over. You guys will—"

I shook my head and he stopped talking. "No John, this is for real. He told me flat out that we couldn't be friends anymore . . . he didn't even give me a reason."

Tears fell down my face and John wiped them away, "Its ok, Nicole. Just breathe ok because it's all going to be ok, alright?"

I nodded. Then suddenly hear, "What an asshole."

We both turned to look at her. I think we kind of forgot that she was there. She immediately blushed a little and apologized, "Sorry sometimes I don't know when to keep my mouth shut."

"It's ok, he was being an asshole."

She walked over to me with a tissue in hand. She hands it to me, "Do you want me to get anything for you?"

"At 3 in the morning?" The corners of my lips twitched a little.

"Well like something out of a vending machine?" She smiled.

"Umm I like raspberry flavored water." I told her.

She got up, "Say no more. I'll be right back." And she left out the door.

John looked at me, "Come on, Shorty. Let's get you up off the floor." He helped me up but it was with ease for him. He helped me over to the bed and we sat down beside each other.

John turned to me, "Are you going to be ok?"

"I don't know. I mean I have every right to be mad at him and I want to hate him so bad. But I just can't. He was my best friend. I just can't seem to find any reason why he would do this to me." I looked right into John's blue eyes and suddenly realization hit me. This must have been exactly what he felt when I decided to just leave him behind. I am a selfish bitch, "I'm so sorry, JJ."

He looked at me, confused, "Sorry for what?"

"Because Randy did almost the same exact thing that I did to you. But you must have felt 10 times worse than I do right now." I saw his eyes look to the ground, "I can't believe I ever thought that was the right thing to do. I'm so sorry."

John looked back into my tearful blue eyes and cupped my face in his hands, "Shorty, you have no idea how much that hurt . . . but you have to realize that I have forgiven you for that. I've put it in the past as one of your mistakes."

I put my hands on his, "But how could you forgive me? I was so selfish to do that to you—"

"Shorty, you weren't selfish. Don't ever think that. You were only doing what you thought was best for me, am I right?" I didn't say anything so he took that as a confirmation. But then he smiled at me and continued, "And you want to know how I could forgive you. Well I think it was when I first saw you at the wedding and all those feelings I had before you left came back so I was angry, more at myself than you. And then when Randy told me how much you regretted the decision that you made, I reminded myself about how much you mean to me. And how much I missed you. I love you, Shorty. Even when you left, I have never stopped even though how many times I told myself that I was over you."

"I love you too, JJ." I couldn't keep it in any longer. I gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He gave me one back, deepening the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible to me. I never wanted to let him go. But suddenly he pulled away from me. I opened my eyes quickly.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I hear Mickie coming." He whispered. And sure enough, Mickie came walking through the door. She was holding the water that I wanted and also something for herself.

"Hey sorry I took so long. I couldn't find a vending machine on this floor so I had to go clear way down to the lobby." She said breathlessly. She came over and handed me the water, "Feeling better?"

She had no idea, "A little, thank you."

I took a quick sip. John looked at me, "Are you going to be ok?"

I gave him a smile and nodded, "Yeah I'll be fine. Go back to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I wasn't completely fine but I think I could make it the rest of the night. I wasn't going to keep him any longer.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. He said bye to Mickie and was out the door. I watched him walk out, silently thanking him, when I saw Mickie staring at me. "What?"

"You still got it bad."

"What do you mean?" I acted stupid.

Mickie smirked, "Oh come one Nicole. You still love the guy. I mean who wouldn't? He is so hot and sweet at the same time."

I had to giggle, "Yeah he is hot. But we are just going to be friends, Mickie."

"Ok I believe you." But with her tone, I knew she didn't.

"Good night, Mickie." I smirked and fell asleep instantly as my head hit the pillow.

2 Weeks Later, Monday Night Raw

It's been a rough couple of weeks. But I have been feeling a little bit better. John has helped me try to get past this Randy situation. But I know none of those two know why I'm so upset and worried about him. I have no idea why I am. I guess because I'm afraid he's going to start getting into trouble again. No one ever knows really what went down between Randy and me. But at least they are trying. It sucks though that Maria is trying to take away all my time with John. Let's just say I haven't seen him since like Saturday night.

Right now, I am with Mickie in the diva's locker room, just talking about random things. Then Maria came in with the smuggest look on her face. This is just great.

Candice walked over to her, "What are you so happy about Maria?"

She only sat a few feet away from me. I knew she was going to try to rub whatever she had to say in my face. "Oh nothing really. I guess he was just really happy to see me though, if you know what I mean."

I feel my body tense up. I know Mickie is looking at me but right now all I want to do is rip out Maria's hair. "I swear he is such a babe. Well you know what I mean. I think we are such a great couple and I think that we are going to take the next step sooner or later. But the way I see ii with him, it will be sooner."

I heard enough. I didn't want to start anything and I knew if I heard anymore of what that bitch was saying, I would do what I wanted to her. Luckily, our match was next so Mickie and I got up, "Come one Mickie, let's go."

I walked out the door but my friend didn't follow. But I could hear her. "That was really low." I heard her say.

"What?" I heard Maria ask, "She needs to remember that John is my boyfriend and not hers. And he will never be hers again."

"Come on, Maria, admit it. You're just way jealous of her." Mickie replied.

"Me? Jealous of her? Yeah right."

"You are. And you are scared. You know that if Nicole really wanted him back, John would take her back without even another thought about you. You see the way he looks at her and you wish he could look at you the same way." I knew Mickie had to be smirking right now because I was doing the same exact thing. "So if I were you, I would be careful."

I heard her coming so I ducked out of the way. When I saw her I just acted dumb, "What took you so long?"

She smiled, "I had to take care of some business. Come on, let's go."

You know, I think this can be the start of a beautiful friendship.

After the Match

We won our match, of course. Ok I don't mean to sound conceited or anything but our match was awesome! Like really totally cool. I went to go get changed while Mickie left to go find Chris Jericho. Yeah I know, wouldn't they be a cute couple?! Anyway, I changed into a denim mini-0skirt with a plain, black halter top. I just put on the top when there was a knock at the door.

I opened it and I saw a crew member, "Ms. Massaro, Mr. McMahon wants to see you in hi office as soon as possible."

"Ok, thank you." I wondered what he wanted. I hope it was nothing bad. I hurried to his office and knocked on the door. I heard a quick come in.

"Hi Mr. McMahon, you wanted to see me?" I asked cautiously.

He smiled, "Don't worry, its nothing bad about you, Nicole. I was just wondering if you had seen Randy anywhere tonight."

Uh-oh, this isn't good. "Umm actually I think he said something earlier about being really sick to his stomach. He couldn't even walk a straight line without getting dizzy so I thought he should have stayed in bed tonight."

He nodded, "Oh, well if he was sick he should have called me. He was also lucky that we didn't need him tonight and I was going to give him the night off anyway."

"I'm sure he just forgot to call you sir. I was on my way there now to go check on him. Do you want me to tell him to give you a call?"

"Yeah that would be great." I started to walk out the door but Mr. McMahon said, "You know Nicole, Randy is lucky to have someone to look out for him the way you do. He is truly lucky."

I smiled and gave him a nod and I left to go find Mickie. Ok, I know I lied to Mr. McMahon. But I know Randy has to be in deep shit right now. This reminds me of the numerous times that I had to cover for hi. Let's just say I saved his ass from getting fired probably 10 or 20 times.

Anyway, I found Mickie still talking to Chris. I walked up to her and said, "Hey Micks, can I talk to you for just a sec?"

"Yeah sure." She turned to Chris, "I'll be right back."

We walked a little bit away from Chris and I asked hurriedly, "Ok, do you think that you can catch a ride back to the hotel with someone?"

"Yeah sure I can. But why?"

I told her what happened in Mr. McMahon's office. But she just shook her head at me, "Nicole, he isn't your responsibility anymore."

Then I shook my head, "No Micks, he still is . . . look can you also go find John and tell him that I need to talk to him as soon as possible."

"Yeah I will."

"Thanks Mickie." Then I gave her a hug.

"No problem, just go." So I left her. I hurried out to the car to get to the hotel. Randy was either drunk off his ass or really high. I really hope it's the first one.

I went to the hotel and found him at the bar. And I could tell that he had more than enough. God this was going to be fun.

"Randy." I said I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly but then turned to me.

He smiled drunkenly, "Hello beautiful."

I rolled my eyes. When Randy is drunk, he's a mopey drunk that lives up to his image as a lady thriller. Don't ask me how he can be both.

"Randy, come on let's go on up to your room." I tugged on his arm a little.

"Whoa there, I have to know your name before we do that." He laughed.

He must be so drunk that h can't even tell who I am. "Randy, its Nicole. Let's get back up to your room before someone sees us."

He squinted a little then realized who I was, "Oh Nicole, I still wouldn't mind if you wanted to do it." He looked into my eyes, "Your eyes have some green in them."

Then he turned his head and puked all over the floor. The bartender gave me the dirtiest look ever. "Sorry, we're getting out of here." I took Randy's arm and slung it over my shoulder. "Come on Randy. I can't carry you."

Surprisingly, he started to walk. Of course, I was carrying half his weight. We got into the elevator when I pressed the number 3 and the doors closed, Randy said, "Nick, I don't feel good."

"Oh no." I looked up at him, "You're not throwing up here. You're going to wait."

Man. Randy is really heavy. I was tired already. The doors opened an we walked to his room, "Where's your key?"

He smirked, "I don't know. You're going to have to find them."

"Jesus Randy." I really didn't feel like playing games tonight. I stuck my hands in his front pocket while he let out a chuckle. I glared at him the shoved my hands in his back pockets. I pulled out the key and helped him inside. I led him over to the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet.

I turned on the hot water and the shower. I went to his suitcase, got a pair of clean boxers, and handed them to him. "Nicole, ii feel really sick."

"I know Randy. Just get a shower and put these on. You should feel better." I told him.

He looked into my eyes, "You're not going to leave, are you?"

"No, I'm just going to be outside of the door. Hurry up, ok?" I said to him.

He nodded while I closed the door behind me. I went and sat on the bed. I put my head in my hands. I don't know why I'm here. Like Mickie said, he isn't my responsibility. I guess I know that I do still really care about him. God, what am I getting myself into?

I hear the shower turn off and a couple of minutes later, Randy came out. "I was sure you left."

I stood up, "No but come one. Hop into bed and sleep this off."

He fell on the bed and was sprawled out, "I'm sorry I'm a dick to you."

"Shh, just go to sleep." I sat down beside him when he just stared at me.

he pouted, "Samantha don't like me anymore. You don't like me no more. I know it's because I'm just a big screw up."

Told you he likes to wallow in his self-pity. No one really understands Randy I think. But that's my opinion if you all don't think that way. He curled up with his head on the pillow but sat up a little. He was turned towards me and was eye level to me. "What do you mean about Samantha?" I asked him.

"She said she don't want to be with me no more. Because I did something . . ." Then Randy mumbled off.

I leaned in a little to hear what he was saying. I think he thought that I wanted him to kiss me because he did just that. His lips brushed against mine slightly. I pulled back immediately. "Randy, what are you doing?"

"Something I have wanted to do for so long." The he leaned up again, brought his hand to the back of my head, and kissed me again. I didn't do anything at first just sat there to wait until he was done. But then I found myself kissing him back. And as he deepened it, my heart started to race and felt like electric currents were radiating from where our lips were connected. What the fuck is going on? I'm actually like enjoying this. I feel heat and want all wrapped up in this. As he started to pull away from me, I grabbed the back of his head so that he would stay put.

I don't get it. I know he's drunk out of his mind and I'm still mad at him. Then why do I want to kiss him? Right now I'm losing my train of thought. He's pulling me closer to him so that I can feel his muscular body close to mine and I feel his hand travel down my back, under my shirt. That snaps me back from this. I better stop before I get lost in this again. I pull away and he's smiling as he lays back down.

"Nick, I . . ." Then he drifted off to sleep. Luckily, he was drunk so he won't remember any of this. Our relationship is complicated enough already. I hurried up and got a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and got 2 aspirin out of my purse. I set this all on the nightstand and left. I left behind a little note for him, not telling him anything that had occurred.

What does all of this mean? I have no idea and I don't want to touch on that subject for awhile. And I also wonder why my life has to get more complicated.

Next Chapter: The next morning Randy wakes up and sees that Nicole helped him last night. Does he remember anything that had happened? Nicole and John get into their first big fight and it leaves Nicole wondering if it is all really worth it. Randy comes back to apologize to her so does she forgive him? And will these two complicated best friends confront the feelings they have for each other?