Our Own Destiny
Chapter Ten: It feels so wrong.

Her pink-glossed lips were in a clear smile, as she fooled around with the bagel in her hand. She cut the bagel open, and began to spread the caramel cream cheese. The man sitting in front of her made a face, before taking a sip of his lemonade. She was sitting with him, they had been there for nearly a half hour.

"This is so good." She took a bite of her bagel, savoring the taste of sesame bagel with delicious cream cheese.

"I can tell." He smiled, watching the diva eat her bagel, "Can I have a bite?"

She gave him a look, her eyebrow cocked up, "I thought you didn't like caramel cream cheese."

He licked his bottom lip, "It just...looks really good."

The brunette smiled, lifting up the other half of the bagel, "Oh, I don't know. I mean, I'm starving.."

"Please?"

"Fine," she gave him the other half, and he took a huge bite, "You're welcome."

John smirked, taking another sip of his drink, "Thanks, Micks."

The diva finished off her half of the bagel, and took the last sip of her raspberry iced tea. John eyed her, as he stuffed the bagel in his mouth. She let out a laugh, only to receive an annoyed look. He opened his mouth, the chewed up food clearly showing.

"That's gross!" She shook her head, making her own disgusted look, "Shut that mouth."

He swallowed, a smile covered his face, "That was a good bagel."

Refraining from rolling her eyes, Mickie stood up from the table, and threw her garbage away.

"I'm supposed to meet someone in ten minutes."

He frowned slightly, "Oh."

"Yeah, she answered, "This was fun, you know, having lunch together."

The Heavyweight Champion nodded, "Yeah. I'm glad you're not upset with me anymore."

She smiled, extending her arms out for a friendly hug, "I could never stay mad at my great friend."

The word friend flashed through his mind. He didn't just want to be her friend, didn't he make that clear?

"Micks, I was meaning to talk to you about that..."

She was confused herself, "About what?"

"I...." he stopped for a second, and pulled her to her seat once more. Both sat opposite from each other, and his blue eyes grew intense.

"John..."

She glanced away, and got back up from the table.

"Wait, I just want to tell you something."

"I really have to go," she didn't allow him to say one word, with the exception of 'bye'. She found herself breathing heavy breaths, nervous of what John might have said. He was a true friend to her, and that was something she did not want to ruin.

Carelessly she turned the corner, only to bump into a hard chest, "Oops. Sorry."

Her eyes trailed up to the man's eyes, and an immediate frown came upon her face.

"Mickie, hey."

Her mood went from great to angry. There, in front of her stood the man who broke up with her over text. He was the last person she wanted to speak it, moreover, the first person she wanted to kick in the balls.

"Chris."

"How are you?" he asked, as the two entered the elevator.

"I feel awesome. Aside from the fact, my boyfriend broke up with me through text. Everything is fantastic!"

He mentally slapped himself in the head, "I'm sorry about that. I thought it would be...easier. It wasn't working out Micks. I really do think you're a great person."

"I know I am," she confidently smirked, "You, however, are a different story."

The elevator stopped, casually, Mickie stepped out.

"Hopefully, we can be friends, yeah?"

She shook her head, and her smirk went to a serious face, "Not a chance."

Her lips twisted, as she concentrated on the two outfits laying on the bed. She didn't understand why she taking so much time in picking an outfit. It was just a night out, simple as that. She didn't want to look too fancy, nor did she want to look like she had rolled out of bed. Sighing, she flipped through her I-pod, and placed on an upbeat song. As she sang along with the music, she assembled an outfit from her luggage.

The sound of the music mixed with the familiar voice of a legend killer. Audrienne found herself turn around, and was met with a dancing Randy Orton.

"Latinas they get Krazy....
Blanquitas they get Krazy....
Negritas they get Krazy.... "

She couldn't help by dance alongside him, as she waved her hands in the air.

"WOOO!" Another voice joined them, and soon, it was a trio of dancers. Immediately, Randy stopped, and stared at his best friend.

"Way to knock on the door," Randy rolled his eyes, his hands fell to his sides, "I don't think you were invited to our party."

"Crashing is much better," John smiled like a child, "So, what was the point of this little party?"

Audrienne shrugged her shoulders, "I was here alone, and he just jumped in....then, you came."

"I see," John took out the I-pod out of the I-home, and searched through the music. He nodded his head with approval, and placed it back in. Another song was playing, it was rather different than the famous Pitbull song.

I remember every night we spent on weekends.
With good friends.
We did nothin' but it seems like we did so much.

Both men smiled at each other, and Randy was the first to speak, "This song brings back so many memories, right John?"

"Yeah, like the time we threw eggs at Dave's car...."

"Or when we told Torrie Wilson that she would look better with green hair, and she dyed it?!"

Audrienne burst into laughter, "Poor woman. Didn't you date her Uncle Randy?"

Randy nodded, and gulped thickly. He wasn't too proud of that relationship, she broke up with him. And well, it was fora right reason. He was a womanizer, and because he was so cocky, he took advantage of the the woman who trailed behind him at each club, and bar. The relationship with Torrie Wilson was for months, but, it wasn't worth lasting. He hadn't learned his lesson until his ex-wife Samantha passed through. That was a different story.

"Aren't you going out with Mason?" John questioned.

"Oh shoot, yeah." she grabbed her clothes, "I have to get ready.."

"Wait a minute," Randy interrupted her, as he stood in front of the bathroom door, "You didn't tell me that, nor did you ask me permission."

"I didn't think it was a big deal," she replied slightly confused, "Is it alright?"

He hesitated, his niece was responsible enough, his trust for her was large. Yet, he did not trust Mason. He wasn't the 'perfect' guy, nor was he the type fathers would want to see their daughters with. And Randy, he was protective of Audrienne. His feelings for Mason were neutral. He thought he was a good kid, in the sense that he respected the fellow wrestlers. On the contrary, he had his acts of immaturity, along with his past. The past, no one wanted to remember him by. It was too hard to forget.

"I guess. Just please, don't..."

She pushed aside him, and quickly entered the bathroom to get dressed. She decided on a pair of skinny dark jeans, and a cute pink top, to match her silver flats. Her straight dark brown locks fell below her mid-back. The dark eyeliner she applied had caused her topaz eyes to pop. Her makeup was subtle, she did not want to make herself look un-natural. Taking a look in the mirror, the seventeen-year-old grinned.

"Nice."

Not only were their two voices in the room, but now, the sound of Mason's voice echoed the main room. Audrienne washed her hands, and sprayed on some perfume. Exiting the bathroom, she entered the room, where all three wrestlers sat.

"Mason," she smiled brightly, "Hey."

His eyes trailed up to her, and a smile covered his lips. He admired the way she looked, her beauty struck him like lightening in a storm night.

"Ready to go?" he didn't bother to compliment her in front of the two self-proclaimed 'detectives'. He was obviously afraid after being threatened by the two men.

"Of course," she nodded, shoving the hotel card key, and cellphone in her back pocket. Mason stood up from the couch, and instantly went toward the door.

"Remember what we said...." Randy gritted through his teeth, his eyes burning holes into the Hardy.

"I know." Mason rolled his eyes, and the two left the hotel-room.

Audrienne smiled, as the two walked toward the elevator.

"What did he say to you?"

"Oh, nothing. He was just threatening me, that's all." He laughed, his eyes meeting with hers briefly.

"That's Uncle Randy, for ya."

"...You're funny," she rolled her eyes, "I will not get on that thing, we just had dinner!"

"It's not that bad," he pointed out with a slight grin, "We ate a half hour ago."

"Exactly!"

"Audrie, are you scared?" he rose an eyebrow, smirking.

"What? Scared? No, not at all. Why would I be scared? It's a silly ride."

He nodded his head, and the two continued walking down the boardwalk. The wind hit them harshly, in addition, the temperature was rather chilly. Audrienne had worn a short-sleeve top, her arms grew small goosebumps. However, she tried her best to ignore the cold slamming against her body.

One person, conversly, noticed her bumpy arms.

"Here." He stripped out of his hooded sweatshirt, "You must be freezing."

"Thanks," she gladly accepted, pulling the black sweatshirt over her head. The sweat-shirt was rather big, as it reached down her to thighs.

The two continued their walk down the boardwalk. A smile lifted upon her lips, as the two sat in a comfortable silence. Their walking ended shortly once they reached the end of the boardwalk. Mason took it upon his own liberty to take a seat on the edge of the end. Hesitating, Audrienne kept her eyes down to where the waves crashed. She hated heights, and it looked awfully far from edge of this boardwalk.

Mason stared up at her, an innocent grin gracing his lips. His hand extended out towards her, she instantly shook her head.

"Please? It's not at all scary, compared to the roller-coaster? No, this is much more relaxing."

She shook her head.

"I promise I'll keep my arm wrapped around you. That way, you don't accidentally fall from the ledge and die."

She couldn't help but allow a giggle leave her lips, "Seriously?"

He nodded, "I promise."

Regardless, she took his hand, and took a seat alongside him. She admired the beauty in front of her, but her dangling legs scared her to death. But, the arm which wrapped around her shoulder made her feel much more secure. Pulling her close, Audrienne could smell his intoxicating cologne.

"I remember heading down with my mom and dad to the boardwalk at North Carolina. We would go on the rides, and play the games. And then, we would come down to the end of it, and just stare out at the scenery to talk about the great memories we created. It was like we were a real happy family."

Audrienne looked over to him, and she could clearly see the hurt in his eyes. Reassuringly, she took a hold of his hand.

"I get what you mean," she nodded, as the memories of her family came back to her, "Although we were only three in our family, it was amazing. I didn't think anything bad would happen, after all, we were a great family. None of us did anything bad....and we paid the price. A price we shouldn't have paid."

Mason didn't quite understand what she was saying.

"What happened?"

She gulped thickly, "We got in a car accident. My parents were instantly killed, I was lucky enough to live."

"Oh," he looked down to the ocean, and back to her, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah," she held back the tears, "Me too."

They sat in silence once more, his arm tightened around her shoulder. His past was certaintly a bit worse, and he couldn't help but keep it to himself. Mason didn't want her to think of him any different than he was. After all, he had become a better person. He could relate to the pain she was feeling in a different way. His mother was in rehab, and he hadn't heard from her since the day he left. But, he was living the great life, being a WWE wrestler. Audrienne, well, the brunette was trying her best to get used to the environment. From the corner of his eye, he could see one single tear drop fall from her eye. And that was when he regretted asking her about the events that had happened in her life.

"Look at the brightside, you're here having a great time, right?"

She just smiled, "True, I haven't had this much fun and tranquility in a long time."

"I'm glad." Mason smirked, his eyes locked with hers. The tension between both could no longer stay that way. The urge had finally hit Mason, causing him to execute something she never would have expected.

"I can't take it..." Then, his lips crashed onto hers gently. Audrienne's eyes drifted shut, her lips responded to his. The sparks instantly flew, the kiss seemed to last a lifetime. He broke the kiss, leaning his head against hers.

"Mason," she licked her lips, savoring the taste he had left, "This is so wrong."

Her boyfriend didn't matter to her - at that moment - all that she cared for was the man who she had kissed.

And he just smirked, kissing her lips once more, "But it feels so right."

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