HOLIDAY SURPRISE !!

Sorry it took so long to update. Jobs, ugh!!

But, the more time, THE LONGER THE CHAPTER !! Yay !

Anyway, Here we go…again !!

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---Cheyenne's POV---

I was really trying to hold it together until I got in the house.

Was my dad right about the whole Randy thing?

He is one of the most known play boys in the WWE. But somewhere in my heart, I know he's not playing me.

Or is it just that I want to think he's not.

Right as I thought that, I was pulling into my drive way. I could see that Shae's car was gone, I wonder if Dannie went with her. I got out of my car and headed to the door. When I went in, I called out to see if anyone was in there and Dannie answered back. She came down the stairs and took one look at me and asked me what was wrong.

That's all it took and I broke down. I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

Was I making a big mistake by letting Randy get too close to me?

I told Dannie everything that happened between me and my dad that morning.

"Am I doing the right thing?" I asked her

"Seriously Chey, I can't tell you how to feel, and neither can your dad. Follow what you think is right."

I hate when she goes all psychologist on me.

But I knew she was right.

---Randy's POV---

After I came from the gym, I headed back to Shawn's to see if Cam wanted to go grab so lunch. When I got there he was in the entertainment room with Shae watching some chick flick. Man, he must have it bad. I went to take a quick shower and change. After I got out, I decided to give Chey a call and see what she was up to.

As I waited for her to pick up a thought occurred to me, were we together now? Was she just in the heat of the moment last night? Will she still feel the same---

"Hello" Chey said

"Um, hey Chey. What's going on?" I asked. I could hear in her voice that something was wrong. It sounded like she had been crying.

"Nothing much Randy, I'm just sitting at home. What are you up to today?" She asked me.

"That's actually why I'm calling you," I said "I don't have anything to do today until around 4 and I was wondering if you would want to get some coffee or something with me?"

"Are you asking me on a date Orton?" She asked

"If that's you want me to be doing, then sure." I knew I got her there. She was stumped.

"Uh huh so, I know where your house is so I'll be there in an hour. Is that ok?" I asked her

"Sure, I'll be ready," she said. "See you in an hour Randy."

"See you Chey," I said as we both hung up.

Wow. I couldn't believe it. I was going on my first date with my dream girl

Hopefully it's going to be one of many more dates to come.

--Cheyenne's POV—

I think I'm actually going to take Dannie's advice for once, I'm gonna follow how I feel.

That's why I decided to go out with Randy.

I mean, I figured I was going to have some fun today, if anything.

I had to get out of this slump I mean for goodness sake; I was eating a Triple Chocolate Cookie Dough Ice Cream.

I was supposed to be getting ready for my date with Randy, but I was procrastinating, like always.

Ugh, I feel sticky, I gotta go shower.

--Randy's POV—

I was nervous, who am I kidding, I was BEYOND nervous. All the way to Chey's house, I was adjusting my shirt and making sure that I looked nice, even though it was just coffee.

I pulled up to Chey's house about 15 minutes before I said I was going to be here. I decided to knock on the door anyway.

"Hey Randy," Dannie said. "You're early."

"Yea, sorry. Can I come in?"

"Sure, Chey's getting ready; I'll go tell her you're here."

"Ok, thanks Dannie."

"No problem Randy."

She led me into the house; it was a pretty nice house. She took me into the living room and told me I could get comfortable on the couch until Chey was ready.

It only took about 5 minutes until Chey came downstairs.

We were only going out to get coffee and she outdid herself

She was wearing a fitting black knit dress that came mid-thigh and had her hair in a ponytail.

She looked…beautiful!

"You ready to go Randy?" Chey asked.

"Um…um…yea…of course, let's go,' I said stumbling for words.

"Ok," she said giggling. She was really cute when she giggled, it showed her dimples.

--Cheyenne's POV—

We drove to Café 818, a small place that I go late at night when I need to think. I soon found out that Randy was a fan of, what I thought, was my little secluded coffee shop but apparently, Randy knew about it too.

We walked into the café and Randy took me to what he said was his regular table and then he got up to get the coffee.

I just got a simple coffee with French Vanilla cream and a piece of coffee cake, that Randy kept finding amusement in taking pieces from.

We sat and talked about EVERYTHING. We talked for hours. I loved how I could just get so caught up with his stories and just him in general.

We talked about the WWE, what it would be like on tour and he also went into detail about who to stay away from in the business. He told me he'd take me under his wing and show me some more wrestling movies that my dad might not know but I wouldn't DARE test my dad's wrestling knowledge.

After a while of more talk about each other, I completely forgot that the production meeting was at 3 and it was already 2:37.

"Oh my goodness, Randy! We have to go," I said

He was taken aback by this but quickly regained his composure when he also realized the time.

We were both asked to attend the production meeting today. That's what made me more nervous. If me and Randy would be together in any angle in the WWE, it wouldn't be good because Randy was a heel, I was afraid my dad, uncle Paulie, or I would have to fight him.

If we do, anywhere but the face, I like the face.

It's a good thing that the arena wasn't that far away.

We got there at 2:56, which means we still had to run to the meeting room.

We got there to find Paul, my dad, Steph, Cam, and this girl that gave me a stare that felt all too familiar.

Everybody looked like they had the same thought, why was Mr. RKO's hand on my lower back.

We have some explaining to do.

"Sorry we're late," I said. Steph gave Randy a look and gave me a warning look. I knew I was going to get a full on Steph lecture the minute we got out of this meeting. Ugh.

"It's ok guys, take your respective seats," Steph said.

Surprisingly, my seat was next to Paul and not my dad. Paul knew I needed my space for a while. I loved when we silently connected this way.

I sat down right across from Randy and the meeting began.

We went through what would be happening for the next couple of months; the PPVs and all the RAW shows in between.

Turns out, my paranoid thoughts had come true. Paul, my dad, and I would make up the new DX. At first, I would debut as just HBK's daughter and act as a valet getting involved when necessary in some matches and shooting a few backstage segments with my dad and Paul. We would share a rivalry with Randy and my brother; New Age,

My debut and the RAW shows in between would result in a match at No Mercy to combine the two Tag Team Championships and make a Unified championship. Paul and my dad held the World Tag Team Championship and New Age held the WWE Tag Team Championships.

That just left me to ask…

"How will I fit into the rivalry?"

"Good question Cheyenne, that's why Ms. Keibler is here."

Oh, that's where I knew her from. Randy and her had this on screen thing a while ago. Good thing it was only scripted. I don't remember anything about them having off screen chemistry.

He didn't seem to be giving her any extra attention. As a matter of fact, he was looking straight at me.

Awe!

"Stacy has been resigned to the WWE solely for this storyline; she'll act as your equal only she will be a heel. You too will also share matches and a separate rivalry later on after the rivalry has grown on. You will fight for the Women's Championship."

"Ok, sounds good," I said.

"Yea," Stacy said, giving me this weird look like we were sworn enemies already.

Randy looked tense, I'll have to ask him more about Stacy a little later.

"Ok guys, that's it, you can go. Thank you for your time. " Stephanie said dismissing us.

I was still giving my dad the silent treatment; I was trying to get myself together. Paul saw this, and as soon as it looked like he was going to come talk to me, he pulled him away.

Thanks Paul, I just needed some time to organize my thoughts.

As soon as I got out into the hallway, Randy pulled me back to talk to me in private so that we wouldn't draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.

"So, I had fun just talking and getting to know you, we should definitely do that again sometime. Hopefully sometime soon?"

"Randy, is this you asking me out on another date?" I asked, he was adorable when he was nervous.

"Uh, yea, it is. So, how about it?"

Between the warning glances from Steph and the arguments between me and my dad, I was starting to think that maybe I should make some room between Randy and I.

I did say maybe.

"Yea Randy, it'll be fun"

"Good, see you around Michaels'

"Bye Orton"

Before I had the chance to walk away, Stephanie was right behind me.

Stephanie had definitely taken on the motherly role in my life. I needed one and she did a pretty darn good job.

Her downfall? She was EXTRMEMLY overprotective. Just like my dad. But, more reasonable.

"Chey, I don't want to see you get hurt and I've seen many people get hurt by Randy, "she said.

I wasn't sure if, she talked to my dad, she was just being overprotective or she really meant it.

"It's ok Steph, I know, my dad already gave the lecture on how Randy was a playboy. "

"I know sweetie but, did you stop to think that for once, your dad knows best?"
"Steph, not you too! Just trust that I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to ruin my life. Randy and I are just friends!"

I had to walk away. I love Stephanie with all my heart but I just can't take it. She was against me, my dad was against me. It felt like everything was falling apart.

Why couldn't they just trust that I knew what I was doing!

I knew what I was doing…or at least I thought I did.

I wasn't sure of anything anymore.