Okay, now, on with the story, lol. I had to take a break.

Chapter 9: S***! Look At The Time! (lol)

~Olive Garden~

Randy and Breanne had been were talking and exchanging stories about their life. Breanne looked down at her plate and noticed that all the food was gone, and then she noticed the same was true for Randy as well. How long had they been talking? It didn't seem like it was that long. Breanne glanced at her watch, 4:30. That's odd, it said that when we walked in. Suddenly, Breanne's head shot up, causing Randy to be concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, nothing, it's just…what time is it?" Breanne was afraid to hear the answer.

Randy glanced at his watch, "What, it's only…" Randy's eyes got a little wider and his laid back expression turned into a somewhat regretful one.

"What? Tell me it isn't as late as I think it is."

"Okay, I won't," Randy said, humor returning to his face. It was six and they had just missed their flights.

"Randy!" Breanne threw a roll at him, "This is not the time for you to be a smart ass!"

"Okay, okay, but I wasn't being a smart ass, I was simply doing what you told me to do," Randy teased, but then gave a straight answer after receiving the death glare for the second time that day, "Okay, it's a little after six. We missed our flights."

"Oh, you have got to be shitting me! Piss!"

"Hey now, none of that at the table young lady!"

"Ugh," Breanne rolled her eyes, "At least I wasn't the one telling dirty jokes at the table earlier."

"Ah, c'mon, you know you loved it," Randy smirked.

"You're hopeless, ya know that?" Breanne shook her head, "What are we going to do? I didn't think we would be so long. Do you think there are any later flights?"

"Yah, I'm sure there are some later flights. We can call when we leave. I'm sorry I made you miss your flight. I didn't think it would be so long either." Randy smiled. He was excepting the blame for missing the flights since he had been the one to ask her to come.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. Besides, I wanted to come. And hey, we had fun and we got to know each other more." Breanne gave a small laugh, "I can't believe I hated you, like, not even two weeks ago. I'm glad we're not enemies though."

"Yah, me too," Randy agreed.

"Hey, we already missed our flights, what do you say we go catch a movie?" Breanne didn't know why she asked. He was no doubt getting tired of her. They had, after all, spent the entire day together save a couple of hours between two and four. However, she found herself still wanting his company. This was the first time since her mom died, that she was really having fun and enjoying herself. She didn't want it to end. If it did, she would be alone again, and left to her thoughts, her grief. It was amazing to her that after two years, she was still grieving. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she couldn't help it, she missed her mother terribly, they were best friends. She was rescued from her thoughts when Randy spoke.

"What's wrong?" He had noticed the pained look in her eyes and the sad expression she wore, that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"huh?" Breanne blinked, "Oh, sorry, I was thinking." She looked up at him and smiled. The sadness was replaced with contentment and fun again.

"Okay, well, a movie sounds great!" Randy was happy to hear that she wasn't mad at him, and even wanted to see a movie. Suddenly, an idea hit him.

"What does that look mean? What are you thinking?" Breanne had noticed his light bulb click on. She was trying not to laugh at his expression.

"Oh, well, remember that movie I was telling you about? A Bronx Tale? We can rent it, and then we can watch it at your suite. Unless you already checked out."

"No, I haven't checked out yet, but it sounds good to me. We can call the airlines from my hotel too." Breanne was happy at this decision. 'Well at least he doesn't seem to be tired of my company yet.'

"Cool. Let's go. I think I saw a movie place on the way here. But can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Could you go in and rent it. The more places I go, the more paranoid I get. Be happy you work behind the scenes," Randy said as they stood up and made their way to pay the bill.

"Oh, believe me, I am. I don't think I could ever be on camera, the very idea makes me cringe. In fact, lets drop the subject, because I think I'm about to lose my dinner."

Randy threw back his head and laughed. When they made it to the counter, he noticed Breanne about to pay for her dinner. "Now, Annie, we'll have none of that." He pushed her hand aside and handed the clerk the money for both meals.

"At least let me pay for something!" Breanne was desperate at that point. She knew he had paid a crap load for the necklace and now he was buying dinner. She gave him a pleading look, and he sighed.

"Okay, I guess I can let you pay for the movie, how about that?"

"That's only what, fifty cents? C'mon, there has to be something! Something that I can do to make everything up to y-"

"Damn it Annie! I already told you! NO!" She was startled, he could tell. He turned to face her as they got to his rental and locked eyes with her, "I wanted to do it, all of it, now do me a favor and be happy, okay? I got what I wanted, we're friends, that's all I ask, remember? You shook on it, so there's no going back on it. Got it?" Randy smiled warmly at her.

Breanne's stomach was flipping and knotting, and Lord knows what else. The way he was looking at her was incredible. He was so sincere, she couldn't believe it. His eyes bore into hers, and for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a moment, she couldn't move, couldn't blink, but he could and he did. Finally when the eye contact was broken, she gave a nod, "Yah, I got it."

"Good. Now, let's go rent that movie." They got into the car and drove off toward the movie place, and then back to Annie's suite.

~Back at the hotel~

Frank sat at his desk and looked at the clock. Six forty five, and Ms. Davis still has not come for her things or to check out. I knew she wouldn't make it, he chuckled, but then noticed Annie and Randy both walk into the hotel. "Evening." He greeted.

"Hey Frank. I hate to delay, but we lost track of time and missed our flights, so I'm going to have to be checking out a little later than planned. That is, if that's okay." Annie gave him a pleading look.

"Of course, no problem at all. Your welcome to stay as long as you like, so long as you inform us if you intend to stay another night."

"Okay, I will, but I don't think it will be necessary." She turned to walk away, but remembered another question she was going to ask, "Um, I hate to trouble you further, but we rented a movie, and I don't believe we are going to have time to return it is there any wa-"

"We'll take care of it, don't worry. It's one of the services we provide for our guests. You two have a good evening." Frank said as Annie nodded her thanks and the two walked away.

Randy had seen the whole thing and was thinking, 'Why didn't I stay here?' Randy smirked to himself. 'Because you're not a member of the board or anything behind the scenes, duh.' 'Oh well, who cares? At least I had a hot tub at my hotel, not that I got a chance to use it.'

Breanne and Randy made their way to her room. Once they made it inside, Breanne retrieved the phonebook. "Okay, which airline should I call?"

"Try Delta."

"Okay," Breanne said, dialing the number.

Randy had gone into the bathroom to take a much needed 'wiz'. When he came out, Breanne was setting up the movie and it was just turning seven. "So what's up?"

"Well, Delta has a flight leaving for Fayetteville at nine thirty, so we will have plenty of time to watch our movie and return your rental car. Sound good to you?"

"Yah, sounds great. Did you book your flight?"

"Yup." Breanne stopped him as he started to dial the number to book his as well, "Um, I booked yours too." He started to protest but she didn't give him the chance, "Don't worry, we're flying business, so it goes on the company charge."

"Are you sure you can charge my ticket to that account? You won't get into trouble?"

"Of course not. Eric told me I was always allowed to charge two tickets to the company account if I didn't want to fly alone. He said he did it all the time when he flew his sister out to see the shows. So long as I only do it once or twice a month, it's nothing to worry about." Breanne had to admit, she loved the perks of her job. And when she measured the pros and cons, the pros always won.

"Well, alright, so long as you didn't pay. Let's watch our movie shall we?"

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Breanne loved the movie. She had especially loved the part Randy had been talking about earlier. 'So I guess that means I'm not selfish, and I'm worth the time,' she laughed to herself. (If any of you haven't ever seen A Bronx Tale, you need to. I'll explain the scene at the end of the chapter).

She had been sitting on the opposite side of the couch as Randy. She didn't want to get too close. She was afraid her crush on him would be obvious if he looked down and she started to blush.

She got up to stop and rewind the movie, the clock on the wall said it was eight forty five. They had plenty of time. Breanne turned to ask Randy if he was ready to return his rental car, but noticed he had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful. She almost didn't want to wake him. Almost. Suddenly an evil plan formed in Breanne's mind and a mischievous smile spread across her face. Breanne snuck back into her bedroom and took a pillow. 'Oh, this is going to be fun.'

~Meanwhile, back at the couch, lol~

Randy saw Breanne looking at him through nearly closed eyes. He had awoke when he heard her get up to rewind the tape. She smiled at him wickedly and then went back to her bedroom. He had a pretty good idea what she was planning, and he was going to throw her for a loop. 'This should be fun.' He continued to watch her as she came into view in front of the couch, pillow in hand. He had to keep himself from smirking.

She swung at him with the pillow, but hit nothing but air, and before she could figure it out, he was standing right beside her. "Not again," was all she could manage to say before the pillow was yanked from her grasp. "No!" She yelled as proceeded to 'whop her a good one' and send her back onto the couch.

Randy held up the pillow in front of Breanne, intimidating her as he prepared to whop her again. "No, please, I was just…uh…just bringing you a pillow for you to lay down with, that's all! C'mon, we're friends, I would never hit a friend with a pillow, honest!"

"Yah right." Randy smirked and threw the pillow aside. He heard Annie breathe a sigh of relief, as he held his out his hand to help her off the couch. She took the bait. As soon as she was standing, he pulled her close to him, her eyes grew wide as she saw the mischief in his eyes, "you didn't think I was going to let you get off that easy did you?" His voice was a whisper and sent chills down her spine. She didn't have long to linger on that thought, because right after he said it, the tickling began.

Breanne squirmed, but she couldn't get away. She was laughing so hard no she was crying, "Please…*gasp*…please…*giggle*…I…*hiccup, gasp, giggle*…I give." She lied.

Randy stopped and released his hold on her, "Good, I hope you learned your lesson." This time he had been the one to take the bait. He stood and turned toward the television to get the movie when a pillow came crashing into the side of his head. It was immediately followed by an "EEK," When Breanne noticed he was still standing and hadn't even flinched.

Randy slowly turned around to see a very nervous Breanne, slowly backing away, "Alright, that's it. You asked for it!" With that Breanne took off running into the kitchen where Randy immediately followed. She hid behind the refrigerator, so that Randy couldn't see her as soon as he entered the kitchen. When he came close she noticed he had his back turned to her. She instinctively jumped on his back, hoping to bring him to the floor. Needless to say, her plan backfired.

Randy laughed out loud as he felt Breanne jump on him. He shook his head, "Bad move, Annie. You forget, I'm a wrestler. You're in for it now." He took off running back into the living room, and all Annie could do was hang on. Before she knew it she was being tossed on the couch and tickled mercilessly again.

Randy sat above her tickling her senseless and caught a glimpse of the clock. It was nine 'o five. "Annie, I hate to end your displeasure, but we need to return my rental car and head for the airport. Now, I'm gonna let you up, but you have to agree to a truce." Randy smirked.

She was still gasping for air, "Okay…*gasp*…deal…*gasp*."

Randy stood and helped her to her feet, she stumbled and fell into him. "Whoa, now. That's how arguments happen remember." She smiled up at him, her blue eyes glistening from the tears of a tickle war. She was radiant and Randy had to fight off the urge to kiss her then and there.

"Yah, I remember," her voice was sweet and after she regained her composure, they grabbed her bags and headed out.

~~~

When they had finally reached the airport, it was nine twenty five, and just in time to hear the now boarding call. They boarded their plane and took their seats. They had been in the air for ten minutes when Randy noticed that Breanne was being quiet, so he decided to break the silence with some humor. "So, you just couldn't get enough of the macho-ness could you?" Randy said in a fake arrogance.

Annie let out an over dramatic sigh, "I just can't seem to get enough. It's like a drug. One hit, and I'm already addicted. God forbid I be deprived of my macho-ness. I don't think I could take -" She was interrupted with her own yawn. She laughed, "I think you tickled all the energy out of me."

"Yah, well, you had to be punished," Randy's mischief still shone brightly in his eyes.

Breanne shifted in her seat, "We're gonna be on here for five hours, do you mind if I take a nap?"

"Of course not. I was thinking about doing the same, actually. You put up a pretty good fight, I think I wore both of us out." He noticed Breanne was having trouble getting comfortable, "Here," Randy pulled her over to him and allowed her to use him as a pillow.

Breanne couldn't help but blush a little. She was just glad that it was fairly dim on the plane, being that it was night, so Randy couldn't see how red she was. She eventually stopped thinking about it, and relaxed into his warm embrace.

Randy held Breanne as close as possible with a seat separating them. Eventually both of their breathing slowed, and they fell asleep. They awoke five hours later to 'please fasten your seatbelts, the plane will be landing shortly.'

"Sleep well?" Randy asked as they got off the plane.

"Yah actually." Breanne smirked, she knew his arm was numb. Somehow between nine thirty and two thirty, she had ended up leaning against it.

"Good, 'cause my arm is about to fall off thanks to your reckless sleeping positions," Randy chuckled.

"So, where is the closest hotel?" Breanne paused and added, "Actually, where is the nearest, open hotel?"

"Well, I only know of one in the area that might be open this late."

"And where's that?"

"Well it's and Econo Lodge about four miles from here. You wanna grab a taxi and head there?"

"Sure, but do you think they'll have vacancies. I mean, there is a show on Monday, and a lot of fans probably traveled to see it."

"I don't know, but I need you to go in and get breakfast in the morning. If you're right, then I better not let myself get seen. We'll look for a better place to stay tomorrow and pick up some rental cars, sound good to you?"

"Yes, definitely."

~Econo Lodge~

Breanne and Randy looked at each other a little uncomfortably. Breanne turned back to the man at the desk, "Are you sure that's the only room you have available? Are there any other places open?"

"I'm really sorry ma'am, but it's three in the morning, no one else is open, that's part of the reason we only have that one vacancy." The said vacancy was a honeymoon sweet with one king-size bed. (this would explain Annie's problem, no?)

Breanne was about to start again, when Randy intercepted, "Look, we'll take it, okay? Randy handed the man his credit card and turned to face a wide-eyed Breanne, "Don't look at me like that, I'll sleep on the couch, okay? We've got no other place to go. We'll leave in the morning and find another hotel, okay?"

Breanne took a deep breath, he was right, they didn't have a choice. She nodded, "Okay," she then turned to the man at the desk, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just tired."

"That's alright ma'am, it's perfectly understandable," He took a key from the wall, "Here's the key, room 65, I hope you sleep well."

Randy handed the key to Breanne and then picked up their bags, "Well, let's go."

"Kay."

When they were both finally settled; Randy on the couch and Breanne in the bed, after much argument form Breanne that he should take the bed, of course, they both drifted off to sleep.

~One hour later~ (Will either of them ever survive this night, lol)

Randy awoke to the sound of crying. It sure as Hell wasn't him, so he knew something must be wrong with Breanne. He slowly sat up from the couch and walked over to where Breanne lay on the bed, in his blue sweat pants and all, and knelt down on the floor beside her. "Breanne, what's wrong?" She didn't answer. He realized she must be dreaming. He heard her mumble in her sleep, "Momma………I miss you……come back." Randy's heart sank. He had to wake her up, before she said anything else she might not want him to know.

"Annie," his voice was a whisper. He smoothed her hair away from her face, "Annie, wake up, you're dreaming." Her eyes began to flutter open, eyes full of tears.

"Randy?" She sniffled.

"Yah, it's me. Are you okay?"

She nodded her head, still crying. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't the tears flowed freely. She closed her eyes to try and make the pain go away when she felt herself being moved.

Randy had picked Breanne up off the bed and was now sitting on the bed holding her bridal style across his chest.

"Randy?" Breanne questioned.

"Shh, it's alright, I've gotchya," he whispered into her ear, and started to rock her and himself to sleep, "close your beautiful eyes and go back to sleep, okay? I'll be here the whole time."

Breanne felt so warm and cozy in her half asleep state. She remembered dreaming about her mom, but now she was dreaming about being in Randy's arms, not that she was complaining. It felt so real, but she knew it couldn't be. Breanne decided to give into her dream and relax. Soon she was completely asleep again.

Randy heard her breath deepen and slow. She was asleep again. He decided to reposition both of them, and lay her on her side. He then moved up next to her, and pulled her protectively to him by wrapping his left arm around her waist. Breanne stirred next to him and turned onto her other side to where she now faced him. She burrowed her face into his chest and subconsciously draped an arm over his bare waist. Randy smiled down at her sleeping form. He had promised her he would stay there the whole time, and that is exactly what he did.

So there they lay in each others arms sleeping peacefully, neither of them breaking their embrace the entire time.

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The scene in A Bronx Tale that I refer to in the story is where this teenage boy, the main character, is borrowing a car from a friend, and he's gives him some advice. He tells the boy to "lock both doors and to let her in the car first. If she leans over to let you in, then she's worth keeping, if she doesn't unlock the door for you then she's selfish and she ain't worth your time anyway." So there's the reference. Please check that movie out, it's awesome.

Okay, this was really, really, really long, ten pages, in fact, breaking my previous record of 8. Lol. But hey, I have to write another chapter before Monday, so ya'll really lucked out. I had no idea this chapter would end this way, so that's the reason. I had originally thought they would go their separated ways, but where's the fun in that? Lol. Tell me what you think, please review!

Pammi