CHAPTER 9

I took a sip of my coffee as I was staring out the window, looking at all the buildings we were passing. We were back on the bus, heading towards the mall to start our day as volunteers, and make up for our actions yesterday. 'Take pictures with the locals' yada yada yada. I guess I understood, I truly regretted putting that pie in Randy's face, but secretly I still giggled to myself when I was alone just thinking of the joy I had gotten out of it.

I turned to look at Kelly who was sitting beside me, "I am soooo not in the mood for this," I sighed and took another sip of my coffee as the bus rolled to a stop outside the mall.

"You got yourself into this mess Micks," Kelly said with a shrug.

"Actually, you got us all into this mess," oh my god does he have to respond to every conversation I have? Does he not know the meaning of private conversation?

"Seriously Orton, why do you feel you have to stick your nose in every aspect of my life?" I said standing up not waiting for Kelly to get up first and pushing my way past him, not even bothering to wait for an answer.

I headed towards the doors not waiting for anyone and found the mall guards waiting for us outside the door.

"Seriously, I'm quite sure we could have found our way through the mall without throwing a pie," I rolled my eyes.

"That's funny, because you couldn't manage to do that yesterday," said one of the security officers that I recognized from yesterday.

"Hahahaha," I said sarcastically, "Can we just get this over with?"

We followed them through the mall and ended up outside a door that had a sign that read "Mall Personnel Beyond This Point Only". They led us into a room full of shelves, with many different products. I assumed this was where they kept all of the cleaning supplies, and my theory was proven true when I happened upon mops, brooms and mop buckets – old and new.

"Well as you can see this is where the cleaning supplies are kept. We have various items, mops, brooms, cleaners, dusters, you name it. That's where you six come in because we have organized a list of chores that need to be done," one of the guards spoke, "We really appreciate it," he continued, not showing any sign that he cared at all.

Another guard stepped forward, "There have also been maps made to designate which areas you need to be in, and the lists we mentioned earlier correspond with what needs to be done in that area."

Randy turned to face all of us, "Well this should be easy, there are six of us, so each of you will choose a task, and I will dictate," he finished with a smile.

The guard who had spoken first put his hand on Randy's shoulder, "Not so fast there buddy, there are three phases in this mall, which means you will split up into groups of two and each group will be working on its own area. Each phase has its own room for cleaning supplies, so you won't have to worry about coming all the way over here each time."

"That could take us hours," I exclaimed, "I mean yes I know we are paying the mall back for our terrible mistakes yesterday but –"

"Correction, your mistakes remember?" Randy spoke up and I glared at him.

"Look, if you all do your work, you will get it done easier. But if you continue to bicker like you have been doing since you walked in the doors, then it might take you longer," the third guard spoke.

"Wait a second," Cody said appearing deep in thought, "That means that one of us," he said motioning to Legacy, "Will have to team with one . . . of them," he finished motioning to me, Kelly, and John.

"Will you guys just get over yourselves for five seconds, its one afternoon," John said after rolling his eyes.

We all stared at each other, not wanting to decide who will be the one to team up with a person from the apparent "opposing team". This was all too childish for me, and yet I wasn't giving in. Some day I would really need to grow up, I mentally kicked myself. Come on Mickie, be the adult here. But before I could take the initiative and offer to go with Ted, one of the guards, I really couldn't keep track, spoke first.

"Fine suit yourselves, act like children. We will go by alphabetical order, the first two with their names closest to the letter 'a' won't have to write their names down, the rest of you put your names on these pieces of paper and throw it in his hat," he said pointing at John's 'you can't see me' hat.

"Well I guess that will be Cody obviously, and uh John," I informed the security guard going over in my head who the two would be.

So the rest of us threw the pieces of paper with our names on them into the hat and the guard told Cody to choose first.

"I got Ted, yeah man!" he said slapping Ted's hand and then realizing that that left Randy as the odd one out, he let the smile fade off his face while Randy glared at him.

It was John's turn, he stuck his hand in the hat and pulled out a paper, he looked at it and then looked at me apologetically, "Sorry Micks, I got Kelly," oh god no please tell me this is not happening.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me! Why me?" I said throwing my hands in the air.

Randy smirked at me, "Stop being so dramatic, you know deep down you are just jumping for joy."

I walked up to him, "Yeah, deep, deep, deep, down in that non-existent part of my body!"

"Oh you mean your ass?" he replied innocently.

I scowled at him and then turned to the guard still holding Johns hat, "Do you see what I have to put up with on a daily basis? You are not going to leave me here are you? Take pity on me, please let us pick again!" I was practically begging. I heard Randy laugh behind me.

"This isn't the first grade. And you know what, just because I can't put up with you two anymore, this is where you find your cleaning supplies, the rest of you follow me!" with one last head shake in my direction and after handing me the map and the list he exited the room. Ted shrugged his shoulders at me, and John came and put his hand on my shoulder in sympathy and then followed the two guys out. The last thing I saw was Kelly mouthing the word sorry to me as she was the last one of our group to exit. The last guard informed us they were to be checking up on us when they had the opportunity, before he too left me alone with the Viper. The sound of the door closing literally felt like I was being locked away.

I breathed in and closed my eyes. You can do this Mickie I assured myself. You are a mature, intelligent adult and you are not going to let Randy Orton–

"So Micks, we got ourselves a little alone time, how about we make up for some uh, lost time," he said raising his eyebrows. This was going to be a whole lot harder than I thought.

"You disgust me. Besides like they say 'Been there and done that'," I smiled at him, how's that for karma, "Look can we just get this done, so I can get the hell out of this mall and away from you?"

"Likewise Mickie James, you actually think I like being stuck in a group with the one person I can't stand?" he sneered at me.

"Well glad to know we are on the same page," I couldn't believe how he insisted on being such a dick all the time, doesn't he ever get tired of it?

I turned my back to him and scanned the list. Okay first up was cleaning the windows at every entrance in our phase. Well how many entrances . . . let's see, I stared at the map, three entrances in this phase alone? I really hope they don't have that many windows.

After ten minutes of gathering our supplies we were on our way when Randy spoke again, "I wonder if they think they are real officers. I mean anyone can be a mall cop, hell I could be a mall cop if I wasn't so good looking and wasn't such an amazing wrestler," he smirked again and I rolled my eyes, different question: does he ever get tired of complimenting himself?

After the torturous second hour came around I had managed to tune out most of his comments, as well as finish cleaning the windows of two entrances with very little help from my partner, not that I should be surprised. He had spent the last hour making stupid little comments, and telling me what to do. I decided my best bet was to just ignore him and work my hardest to get everything done. It was proving to be difficult not only because of the snide comments, but because of the continuous stares of passers-by and those who had stopped to watch. I had to restrain myself when a little boy had come running in through the entrance and placed his hands upon my newly clean window. The mother had obviously seen the anger in my face because she quickly ushered her son through the second set of doors and away from me.

I was just thinking that this couldn't get any worse when:

"Remember the time that we were visiting St. Louis and you got into a fight with my ex-girlfriend," he said laughing, "oh man that was classic."

"Randy I am quite sick of memory lane if you don't mind," I almost shouted. He had been bringing up embarrassing memories of me, that I had been perfectly content with leaving in the past. I mean sure, everyone has them, but to hear them come from his mouth, made them that much worse. That particular memory – it wasn't even my fault. It was his psycho ex who had attacked me; I had nothing to do with it.

"Who pissed in your cornflakes?" he asked me acting as if he hadn't been annoying me for the last two hours. God he was so infuriating!

"Take a guess," I said and then quickly rewashed a part of the window Randy had rubbed his finger across creating a streak.

"Hey, I'm not the only one who throws the insults around here. Obviously you can dish it out, but you can't take it, and that right there isn't my problem," and he walked away to grab his squeegee and finally finish the same window he had been working on for thirty minutes.

I stared at my own squeegee. That certain memory had been one of many from that period in my life. We had spent three days with Randy's family one of which had been the day of the Orton family reunion. It – I am hesitant to admit – is to this day one of the best memories I have, ever. I think it was then that I truly realized I had been in love with him. The memory of his ex-girlfriend, yeah that wasn't exactly something I was proud of. She was very close with the Orton's, so of course she and her family were hanging around for those few days, and she spent almost the entire time flirting with him. Of course I didn't know it at the time, and I had let the 'incident' become just a part of the past, despite the feelings I had deep down. I respected the fact that she had grown up with Randy and I enjoyed listening to stories about their childhood. Randy was perfect during all the days, he never made me feel left out, and always found a way to include me in the conversation.

That last day though, I ended up leaving with a black eye, not that it was the first time, it was just the first time another wrestler hadn't been the cause of it.

Flashback

I couldn't believe how amazing these last few days have been, how welcoming Randy's family has been, and how wonderful he is around them. I have really fallen hard for him, and I know he feels the same for me. I don't want to leave tomorrow, but we have a flight to catch and then its back to reality. I was standing on the porch enjoying the nice breeze when I heard the screen door open and someone step out. I looked back to notice Laura had stepped out of the house and was making her way towards me.

"Hey," she smiled at me.

"Hi," I replied. I liked her; she was very nice and easy to get along with, especially since she was trying to make it up to both Randy and me for the situation at the reunion.

"I haven't had a chance to talk to you alone yet, Randy is always around," she said laughing at me.

I smiled towards her, "Yeah he tends to do that. No he's really sweet, just trying to make me feel comfortable."

"Yeah he is really sweet. You two seem really happy," she looked out towards the street as a car went by.

I smiled and then looked down, "Yeah, I mean I am, and I'm quite sure that he is too. It's real you know," I felt great getting it off my chest to someone else.

She turned around so her elbows were resting on the railing and her back was facing the street she looked in through the window and then turned her head in my direction, "Yeah, that's the thing, it's not real. Randy always does this. He leaves home for awhile and brings back a girl who he claims to be the one, but who do you think he always comes running back to?" she pointed at herself and mouthed 'me'.

What was it I said before, I liked her? Yeah not so much anymore, what a manipulative little–

"So you see Mickie, why don't you just be the smart girl that I know you are, and see this for what it truly is, a game for him. He has always enjoyed the chase. So why don't you do the right thing and just end it now, before you end up getting hurt," she smirked at me.

What a bitch! How could Randy not see the truth about her, I don't care if there is history, she is awful. I had had a feeling that the apology she had given before had been bullshit but decided upon disregarding that feeling for Randy's sake. I sighed, she was not going to get to me, I would not allow it.

I smiled and looked down at my feet and then back up to her face, "I'm just going through my head right now wondering why Randy can't see you for what you truly are, a manipulative little, well you have an imagination I'm sure, so why don't you just take it upon yourself to fill in that last word."

She smiled and flicked her hair over her shoulders, "Randy and I have this thing called history, and he has more trust in me than he could ever have in you. This is how I know this little thing you guys have going on is nothing! I know him better than anyone; you think in the long run he would choose someone like you over me? Well if you think so you are more delusional than I thought," she said now standing close to me.

"It's just so funny that you say that. He would choose you huh? Well how come he keeps changing his mind? How come he keeps bringing home these supposed girls, why wouldn't he just stay with you in the first place? Obviously whatever you think is there, well to put it bluntly, just isn't. So why don't you snap out of that dream world of yours and join us back here in reality," I could tell by her face she was getting angry. I wasn't going to waste my time getting angry at someone who didn't deserve any kind of reaction from me in the first place.

"Randy is just confused with everything that's all. When the dust settles, I will be the one he comes home to, not you," she said poking me in the chest. She was so lucky we weren't in a ring right now, I would school her.

I wasn't exactly known for keeping a hold on my anger, "Randy is a professional wrestler, which means he is travelling around the world more days out of the year than he is at home. And guess who else just happens to be a part of that company as well," it was my turn to point towards myself and mouth "me" in an attempt to mock this psycho who was getting on my nerves, "So, when Randy gets lonely, who do you think he is going to come to. That's right me once again. When he wants someone to talk to, someone to go out for dinner with, someone to spend time with – if you know what I mean – who do you really think he is going to come to? That's right that would be me again. So if you will excuse me," I could tell she was really getting angry, so I turned to walk back into the house, "I would rather not spend my time arguing with someone who doesn't understand what it's like to be in a demanding business such as the one Randy and I are in and one who also doesn't deserve my time in the first place."

Before I could even make two steps towards the door I felt my hair being ripped out of my head, and I flew against the railing where I had been standing moments before. I let out a cry of pain, but she pulled me up and started hitting me, I put my arms up in defence and grabbed her shoulders to try and push her off me, but she pushed the other way and we ended up flying over the railing and landed on the ground below with a thud. I heard the door open but I lunged at her tearing my dress in the process and we rolled across the lawn just smacking each other. I knew it would be unfair for me to throw any kind of punch so I just pulled her hair and smacked her a few times before I felt myself being pulled off of her. She stood up and tried to come at me, but Bob had her firmly around the waist and was pulling her back.

"Laura!" I heard someone speak in surprise – probably her mother.

I stopped struggling suddenly realizing the entirety of the house was watching from the porch and I turned around to notice the person who had pulled me off had been Randy. I felt instantly embarrassed.

"Randy, I'm so sorry," I apologized, I couldn't look him in the eyes, "She just pulled me by the hair and I just started… I just… I should have known better."

"What the hell happened?" he questioned me.

I felt the tears come to my eyes as I looked up and seen everyone staring at me. Of course they would all blame me, I was the professional wrestler here, first time in my short career that I wished I wasn't.

When he became aware of the tears forming in my eyes his eyes softened and he pulled me into his arms in a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into his chest just loud enough for him to hear.

He kissed the top of my head, "I know, its okay."

After a moment of silence he spoke, "Laura, I think it's probably best if you leave…"

"Randy please just let me explain…" she started and I turned around to realize she was closer now, but without any hint of anger on her face.

"Now is really not the time; Mickie is staying here until tomorrow, so it's just best if you stay away until then," he said firmly.

With one last look at him and everyone else but me, "I'm sorry everyone," she exclaimed, "Elaine, I'm really sorry," she said before turning and walking towards her car.

I myself would have felt sorry for her, but not after everything she said to me. She had been playing me for the last three days, how could I have been so stupid? But what would I have done? Attacked her like she did to me? Of course not, I was merely defending myself – and relieving a bit of my anger – but I never would have initiated anything, not at Randy's parents' house. But of course she didn't care; she was already close with them as well as the rest of the family, so that left me to be the subject of criticism for years to come.

I looked at Randy and then turned towards the house to approach Randy's mother, "I'm so sorry, that got way out of hand, and I shouldn't have allowed it to happen in the first place. I'm feeling humiliated and I feel awful. I guess I will probably pack my things now, and find somewhere else to stay. I just, I really am sorry," I looked her right in the eyes and she smiled, she actually smiled.

"Don't be silly, you aren't going anywhere. We all make mistakes, no need to feel humiliated in this house. Come inside and have a drink," and she put her arm around me and pulled me into the house.

"Am I going to have to do all of this by myself?" Randy spoke, bringing me back to the present. We were now standing in a closed off women's washroom, and Randy was cleaning one of the toilets.

I shook my head and looked at him, "Well I did most of the window washing by myself, so I think it's only fair."

"If I wanted to scrub toilets, I wouldn't have become a professional wrestler," he said through gritted teeth, speaking more to himself than to me it seemed.

After a moment of silence I went to grab a broom and started sweeping the corners in the bathroom. I took a deep breath, "I did kick her ass though," I smirked.

"What are you talking about?" he flushed the now finished toilet and turned to look at me.

"Laura. I totally schooled her," I said with a smile on my face.

He laughed, realizing what I was talking about, "Yeah you schooled her, I mean she doesn't have any wrestling experience or anything, but you did a great job Mickie," he said sarcastically but with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh come on, I went easy on her. Need I remind you she wasn't innocent at all; my head was throbbing all day from where she almost ripped my hair out," I said probably sounding a little more defensive that I should have.

"Remind me again what exactly that was about, you never really gave me all the details and neither did she come to think of it," he set his gloves on our cleaning cart and leaned against the wall to listen to what I had to say.

I felt awkward; I really did not want to bring that conversation up again.

I hesitated, "You mean she didn't tell you anything?" he shook his head.

"She said it was 'girl stuff', whatever that means," I can't believe she never told him.

"Well I guess it wouldn't hurt now. She was trying to manipulate me into leaving you," his face changed to that of confusion, "She was full of shit when she apologized to me for kissing you. She was just biding her time until I was alone, so she could tell me how much you really loved her and that you always come running back to her. That you guys are meant to be together and all that crap," I started sweeping again, feeling that awkwardness come over me. I looked up when there was a continued silence and he was still staring at me.

"What?" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"You didn't believe her?"

It was my turn to be confused, "Um, should I have?"

"No it's just; I mean you had a lot of faith in me. Probably more than I would have given myself credit for," he finished and then turned away awkwardly.

"So you're telling me that you bringing girls home was common?" I felt severely nauseous.

"No, no I mean as a matter of fact, apart from of course Laura, you are the only girl who I have ever brought home…" he looked away. This is the first conversation we have had in years that didn't involve insulting each other.

"Oh. So did you and her, are you…?" I couldn't finish the sentence.

He realized what I was asking, "Uh, no we aren't dating. We never did…"

For some reason I felt relief but this conversation was seriously starting to scare me, "Well one of the highlights of my life, getting to kick someone's butt outside of the ring," I said attempting a joke.

He smiled at me, "Well I don't think I would call it 'kicking someone's ass' considering she almost kicked yours."

I took a step toward him, "Oh yeah whatever. What were you smoking that day? I was clearly on top," I responded.

"Oh yeah you were on top, just not in the way I would have preferred," he smirked at me.

"Oh you are so dirty," I was laughing at him and I even punched him playfully in the shoulder. What's weird is that an hour ago, I probably would have rolled my eyes and ignored him, "But really, should I expect anything different to come out of your mouth?"

"Despite what you may think, I am not actually quite as dirty as popular opinion would suggest, I'm just a guy," he said taking a step closer.

"Oh yeah? You were never like that before," I said to him with a huge smile on my face.

"That you knew of, because I had a girlfriend I had to be extra subtle about it," he winked at me.

I laughed at him and without thinking I threw my arm around his neck and pulled him into a headlock which he quickly broke out of by pulling my legs off the ground forcing me to let go and grab onto him for support with my broom falling to the ground. I couldn't stop laughing, and I was surprised to see that he was laughing too. Randy Orton was actually laughing. I couldn't pull my eyes away from him, the sight made my heart ache, and I realized how much I had missed that… and him. When was the good-humoured Randy Orton replaced with the serious one that everyone was accustomed to these days? Oh yeah, when we had broken up with each other. Was I to blame for Randy being the way he is?

I looked at him realizing we still had our arms wrapped around each other, apparently he was thinking the same thing, and at the same moment we let go and walked in opposite directions to continue on with our tasks.

I knew I needed to break the silence, "Didn't know it was possible for you to be quiet this long," I attempted a joke, but my voice came out a little shakier than I would have liked.

"What, do you miss my voice?" …and he was back. Wow, he went a full ten minutes without being a jackass.

"Yeah, not in this lifetime Orton, or any other for that matter," I smiled to myself and continued sweeping.

After mopping the bathroom and making sure everything was spotless, we moved onto the men's washroom which didn't take us quite as long. We didn't talk as much as we had in the ladies bathroom, and I definitely knew why. What had happened was rather awkward, I mean it was like taking ten steps forward with our relationship, which was – at this stage – way too much.

I just don't know how to act around him. One minute he's one person, and the next he's another. I feel as if I always need to have my guard up around him, and how can you become friends with someone you feel uncomfortable around more than half the time?

We were able to take a break for lunch around noon, and because none of our friends were finished with their current chores yet, Randy and I were forced to sit and eat together which honestly wasn't as awkward as I would have expected it to be.

"So what's next on our list?" he asked me before taking a sip of his soda.

"Let's see . . ." I picked up the list and scanned it, "We have to empty the garbage's in this food court, as well as clean off as many tables as we can before continuing on to the other garbage's in our phase," I sighed. This was going to be a long day.

"Any chance you have an urge to do all this cleaning yourself?" he asked with a smirk.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't let you off that easy," I gave a fake smile and then laughed.

"Doesn't surprise me, you never were good at the domestic stuff," he said and took another sip while turning around in his chair to check out a woman who had just gone by.

I rolled my eyes, "And how do you expect me to get a chance to learn the "domestic stuff" considering I am gone more than half the year. Besides, why should I learn it anyway? It's not going to be very beneficial when I step into a ring now is it?"

"Well what if you get married and have a fam–" he cut himself off and then looked at me shocked. I looked away quickly and racked my brain for something to say.

"Because you need to be able to look after your man. All I'm saying is that I want a wife who is able to cook and clean," thank god he changed the subject, and I rolled my eyes again to steer the conversation away from that topic.

"Typical male. Thinks that is all a woman is good for."

"I don't believe I once said that that was all they were good for. Of course I wouldn't mind helping out, mostly because I happen to be an excellent cook, but also because despite what you believe, I don't think those are the only things women are good for," when I scoffed he continued, "I respect the divas . . . okay I respect some of the divas for their wrestling ability," he said after I stared at him in disbelief.

"Well I agree with you on that one. As much as I love most of the divas, some of them are a disgrace to the division, but I guess that's what kind of world we live in," and I took a sip of my coffee.

"Let's get going, the sooner we get started the sooner we will finish, and the sooner we get to leave!"

An hour later after taking countless pictures with fans we had finished clearing out the overflowing trash cans, but we were still scurrying around emptying trays and trash into the bins.

I approached a table to clear the tray when I looked over and noticed a tiny little blonde girl, who couldn't be more than three, staring at me with her big blue eyes and a wide smile on her face. I felt a pain in my heart, but averted my eyes quickly, scooped up the tray, emptied the garbage into my trash bag, washed the table, placed the tray on top of the others, and hurried away from the table without looking back.

I had just finished wiping the trays clean when I heard a commotion and looked over to see Randy in the face of some guy.

"Oh boy," I muttered, and dropping what I was doing I hurried over to them.

"You want to say that again?" I heard him threaten. That was no longer the voice of Randy Orton; it was the voice of the Viper. That was an indication that things were going nowhere good.

"Hey what's going on here?" I placed my hands between the two men and tried shoving them apart, to no avail.

The stranger looked down at me and smiled; I have to say it was very uncomfortable. It wasn't a smile you would offer a stranger, but one that felt as if there was some hidden meaning behind it.

No one answered me though, "Randy?" I said and looked at him for a little help.

He looked down and for the first time I think he realized I was there.

He took a step back, "Nothing, it's nothing."

The guy was still smiling but Randy only said, "Clean up after yourself next time. You don't have your mother following you around to do it for you," and he turned to walk away.

What had that been about? I stared after him and then looked back at the stranger who was now staring at me. I felt a creepy vibe run through my body and with one sceptical look at him I turned and walked as quickly as I could after Randy.

"What was that about?" I asked once I caught up to him.

"The jerk didn't want to clean up after himself," he said without looking at me.

"So you almost get into a fist fight with him? A little drastic don't you think?"

"A little drastic? I'm stuck scrubbing toilets and emptying garbage's, I'm not putting up with some punk kids who can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to throw their own trash away," his tone was a little higher than I would have liked.

"Okay," I said putting my hands up in defence and picking up the trays to wash them again. I had a feeling there was something he wasn't telling me.

Finally, after all the garbage's had been emptied and our chore list was done we headed back towards our supplies room for what felt like the hundredth time. This was a special visit though – this was the last one we had to make. I almost jumped for joy. I do not envy a janitor's job, and I definitely have new found respect for them.

Upon entering the door Randy lost his footing and tipped the bucket of water we had used to mop the bathrooms all over the floor.

"Oh man! Right now? You have to do that right now," I cried out in disbelief.

"Yeah because I did it on purpose!" he said sarcastically, "Well what are you waiting for? Go and get the mop!"

"You get it, it's your mess!" I whined. He shrugged his shoulders, crossed his arms and leaned against the door in protest.

"Fine! Be a lazy ass," I shouted and decided to fill up another bucket with clean water, so as to do a proper job.

I grabbed a mop, dipped it in the bucket and started mopping up the mess. I looked at Randy who seemed to be fully absorbed in staring at something on his hand and then looked over to the cart we had been pushing around all day. I saw a spray bottle that was filled with just water, picked it up and before Randy could looked up, I sprayed him twice in the face.

"That's what you get for making me do over half of the work today," I glared at him and then stuck the bottle back onto our cleaning cart.

He glared back after wiping the moisture from his face, "Isn't that the reason we are stuck in this mall today," he spoke slowly and menacingly.

"No I believe that was pie," I said playing dumb and then winking at him.

Before I could move he had lunged at the same spray bottle I had put back on the cart, twisted the top off and dumped the water on my head.

I let out a scream and tried getting away, which was a lot harder to do with the ground covered in water, and ended up slipping, grabbing onto the thing that was closest which turned out to be Randy, and I fell to the floor still clutching his shirt in my hand – I had dragged him down with me.

"What the hell did you do that for?" he shouted at me.

I had fully expected to give him a lecture about how this was entirely his fault, but instead I burst out laughing and I found I couldn't contain myself. I held my stomach because it hurt so much, and looked up to realize that for the second time today Randy was laughing with me. It took me another second to realize that also for the second time today Randy's face and my face were inches apart and his body was slightly more elevated than mine, which caused him to look down on me. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his either. Neither of us was laughing anymore, and then all of a sudden he started moving his face closer to mine. And then I realized that my body was imitating his. It was as if two magnets were pulling us together.

Then I heard a crash and both of us turned our heads to see the door had swung open and the security guard who 'couldn't stand us' had entered the room.

"Looks like you to have sorted out your differences," he said with a grin that instantly faded when he noticed the new mess.

He picked up the empty spray bottle and then his eyes travelled to my wet hair, "I take it neither of you have learned your lesson," he stated with a frown.

I was mortified, he couldn't possibly be thinking about making us come back!

"Get that look off your face. Because I don't want to have to see either of you again after today, I will give you ten minutes to get this mess cleaned up and if you can finish, you are free to go. All of your friends are already done. I didn't expect you guys to finish this quickly, because I figured you wouldn't be able to shut up long enough to get anything done," and with that he dropped the bottle and swept from the room closing the door behind him.

Randy struggled to his feet, and when he was securely on them, he offered me a hand. Boy, these Legacy men are not quite living up to their reputations. I seized his hand ignoring the tingling sensation, and allowed him to pull me up.

He seized the mop and continued the job I had been doing moments earlier without saying a word. This was even more awkward than the moment we had while cleaning the washrooms. Oh this is going to kill me.

Ten minutes later – but what felt like ten hours – Randy announced he was finished and as if on cue the guard came back, surveyed the area and told us we were free to go.

"I could still take you ya know, you and your buddies," Randy told him when they were face to face.

I laughed to myself and gave Randy a little push out the door, "I'm gonna miss you so much, we've become almost like a family," I said to the guard and he rolled his eyes.

"Out!" he said pointing to the hall and without a backwards glance I followed after Randy who held his hand up for a high five with a grin on his face.

"Ya know I have respect for that guy, he doesn't take shit from anybody. I can definitely relate," he stated matter-of-factly.

I knew that he was pretending what happened didn't happen, and I decided that it was best to follow suit and do the same.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter.

I rewrote this entire chapter because I was disappointed in what it was before. I believe it could have been better, but there are a few parts that I really enjoyed.

Please let me know what you think!

The more reviews, that faster I will update.

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