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Being blown away was an understatement. She blushed a deep rose red but nodded to answer him. Currently she didn't have a voice and she'd forgotten what was on the tv screen. She stood up, feeling shaky, she couldn't believe that John had kissed her, but she did admit to herself in an instant, she enjoyed it and she could do it again and again . . . and again.

Glad she agreed to come along he slung his arm around her shoulders and walked with her down the halls. A few jaws dropped but a lot of people nodded or smiled with approval. He stopped at his locker room and led her inside. Grabbing his duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder he gathered his thoughts. "Need to grab your things?" He wasn't sure if she brought any of her things.

She knew she had her purse in Randy's room. "Umm, my purse is in Randy's room, but I don't know if he's their or not." she stated. She let herself snuggle close to him. She liked him a lot already and his sweet short kisses had sealed the deal.

"Well your purse can sit there and chill, I've got you covered shorty." He smirked and led them out of the back exit of the arena to his black Mustang with lime green racing stripes. He loved this car, honestly did.

Randy left once the coast was clear and went to his locker room. He found it odd that Elenore wasn't around and he hadn't seen her. He decided Nat probably took her out somewhere to pick up her crummy mood after a stressful training session. Changing into comfy clothes and packing all of the bags, his and Elenore's he headed to the hotel to call it a night.

She nodded, sure that Randy would grab it and bring it back to the room. Seeing the Mustang made her light up, she loved the car, Mustangs were one of her favorites. She smiled wide and ran her hand down the side of it. "It's beautiful." she said lightly. Inside she hoped Randy was okay, she still worried about him. She made a quick mental not to text him a little later.
Randy crashed on the bed within ten minutes of his shower.

Meanwhile John was strolling down a street with Elenore and making her laugh. He was joking around and using his on the fly rapping talent a little. John would admit he was showing off but he was having fun rapping and singing some songs he wanted to release later in the year.

Elenore smiled lightly as she felt feather light and weight free. She'd been stressed out but John seemed to make all of that dissappear. But Randy was still in the back of her mind. She excused herself to the bathroom in a small shop and she got out her phone to text him.

Text to Randy: Randy, are you okay? I know we've argued and all but I still worry about you. I'll be at the hotel room soon

Meanwhile back at the hotel room, Randy never got the message, he was too busy slumbering away to even hear his phone go off.

Elenore smiled as her and John stood outside her hotel room a couple hours later. His arms around her, her looking up at him. It was a sweet moment. All she was feeling was a bunch of butterflies as she leant back against the door.

"I had fun tonight." John said looking down at her. "What are you up to tomorrow besides training?" He asked. He really wanted to spend more time with thought about it for a moment.

"Well, I might go up to the pool and get in, relax before we leave on the plane tomorrow." She said softly, flirting slightly.

"Maybe I'll see you then." He smirked before pulling her in for a soft peck on the lips. John pulled away and began walking backwards down the hall. "Goodnight Shorty." He said making her smile a bit more before her turned and went around a corner.

Elenore leaned against the door for a moment before she turned and unlocked the door with her key card and walking in. She smiled lightly at Randy's sleeping form before she grabbed her pjs and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Once her shower was finished she walked out, leaving her hair wet and climbed into bed beside Randy, drifting off in a peaceful sleep.

Randy glanced in the mirror at the large bruise that spanned across his back. Annoyed at his imperfection he slid on a shirt and mesh shorts. Hoping no one would find it weird he was working out in a tee and not stripping it off like Randy usually did.
He brushed his teeth and gargled before walking out into the main room and leaning slightly over Elenore who he had let sleep while he showered and got ready for the morning training session.
"Wake up." he said and she stretched out." You've got an hour, meet me downstairs in the gym." He said and she nodded.

Wincing when he turned sharply he hid it too his best ability and walked out of the room with his phone. Making a slow walk to the end of the hall he knocked on Stacy's door. Surprisingly she answered fully dressed in tight fitting shorts, her top spilled out enough cleavage and was short to show a toned stomach. All this kept enough attention and curiosity for any male in eyesight.
'Oh today shall be great' Randy thought and then thought more. What if Elenore shot back enough fire with skimpy clothes, that could get interesting.
"Good Morning." She said.

He nodded."Meet me downstairs at 7 its about an hour from now." Randy said.
"Do you want to come inside?" She said trailing fingers down his neck and chest. Randy took a really deep breath and stepped back.
"Just meet me downstairs." He walked away. First the tension with Stacy and Elenore in their first lesson then with Evolution, Stacy in general and now he had to train. Randy wasn't exactly a happy camper not to mention he hadn't seen anything of Adam or John. Oh and Dave was now his ex-friend. Yeah life was wonderful.
Randy started warming up and stretching his tense muscles all over his body once he got to the gym, not to mention his easily tore and easily dislocated shoulders.

Elenore smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her shower had been relaxing and she was currently admiring the work of her hair, which was in a tight bun. She wore a tight shirt that showed just enough of her accents, but was loose enough to work out in. Her shorts matched with her shirt, short but comfortable. She smiled at herself and checked her phone. She wished she'd gotten John's number, she'd be texting him if she could.

Waiting patiently Randy sat on the edge of the ring. They had ten minutes until they showed up. Randy was done stretching out his body and quite bored. Randy rolled into the ring and stood up. He did ring runs and kept doing them over and over and over until a throat was cleared. He turned and saw the girls. Stacy standing like nothing mattered but herself and Elenore standing slightly away from Stacy and ignoring her as well. Not to mention she stepped up the game and wore tighter more flaunting clothes but not nearly as slutty as Stacy. Still Randy was attracted and felt sorry he'd been so crummy to her.

Elenore nodded towards Randy before turning to look at the door. She half hoped that John would show up. She still liked Randy, but she would show him what he was missing out on. She had gotten a bottle of water and was taking a drink of it, avoiding Stacy.

"What are we doing today?" She asked, putting her hand on her hip.

"Endurance mostly. Not so much the ring moves." Randy rolled out of the ring and stood near the girls.

"Well I don't need it." Stacy said.

"I saw you last week, you were out of breath so Stace you're staying." Randy half growled. He was just in a fowl mood and his back was killing him. He didn't want his damn shirt on but didn't want the girls to worry either.

"But-" Stacy started, but she was interrupted.

"Enough, Elenore think you are ready to jog for awhile on the tred?" Randy asked her.

She nodded in response, "I brought my ipod incase I would need it." She said with a small smile before walking over to the treadmill and getting on. She set her speed and began to run.

Randy nodded and turned to Stacy. He wanted her to get on the tred across the room to prevent any problems but of course she argued with him about it.

Meanwhile John walked into the gym and spotted an arguing Randy and Stacy but what caught his attention was the backside of a running brunette. Sneaking up behind her he grabbed her around the waist and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed and he sat down on a nearby bench with her in his lap.

"Good morning Shorty." He smirked causing his baby blues to sparkle. He flicked his eyes over to Randy but didn't focus long on the Lady Thriller before turning his attention back to the beauty in his arms.

"Morning . . . umm, I don't have a nickname for you yet." she said with a smile before hugging him tightly and daring to barely kiss him on the neck. Her eyes were alight, happy to see him. She knew that the treadmill had shut off since she got off, but she knew Randy would notice them soon. It kinda scared her to not know what he would do.

"Just do as I say please." Randy took a deep breath and winced.
"Fine. You okay?" Stacy asked. He nodded and turned seeing his friend with Elenore curled up close to his body. Adverting his eyes he clenched his jaw and went over to the weights and began lifting. It was best he didn't go over there in his current mood.
"You can call me whatever you wish." John smirked and saw Randy walk off. Seemed like Randy didn't really care, typical of him. "We better get you going though or else Randy will skin me alive." John joked standing her up.

Elenore glanced over at Randy. She'd hoped that he'd have some sort of reaction, but it made her seal it then that he didn't care about her like she thought he did. She would have to contact Vince about getting a different room, or maybe rooming with John. She smiled at John though despite her thoughts and got back on the treadmill.

"You gonna join me?" she asked lightly.

"Big man plus running on small treadmill doesn't mix well." He said leaning onto the front of the treadmill. Careful not to hit any controls. "I'll watch for awhile before I do squats and such."

Randy sighed and walked over to the two apparent love birds with his bag over his shoulder.

"Here's your room key and airport ticket. John can help you with that. See ya in New Jersey." Randy said setting the documents on the control panel and leaving. Stacy spotted him leaving and quickly followed after. They still had half an hour to 'train' Elenore, then again why train the competitor.

Elenore smiled and nodded at John but after what Randall did, it made her want to huddle in a corner and cry. How could he act so coldly. She stopped the treadmill and looked through the documents, trying her best not to sniffle in front of John. She felt sick to her stomach. She grabbed the nearest towel and wiped off her face and sat down on the nearest bench.

John noticed the sudden sadness after he glared a hole into Randy's back. He's defiantly would be having a word with him soo but for now he sat down next to Elenore.

"Hey chin up. Do you just want to ditch, grab some Chinese food or something and chill at my hotel room and then go to the pool?" John turned her face gently to face him, keeping her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"Randy!" Stacy called from behind Randy. He just sighed and turned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah fine." He mumbled then began walking away again.
She grabbed for the back of his shirt and brushing slightly against his bruise. Pain shot through Randy's body and he held back the urge to yell at her. "Go away Stacy." He said through clenched teeth.
"Randy." She whined.

He yanked free of her grab and walked away. Stacy gave up and went to grab her things from the gym and to leave for the pool. Maybe she'd find someone to have a little fun with before the plane left.

She nodded slowly at John. "Sure, it would make me feel better." she said softly as she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. She let herself sigh. He made her feel better and forget Randy to an extent.

John nodded and stood up. He helped her onto her feet and wrapped an arm around her waist. He led her out of the gym and to his hotel room. He ordered them various Chinese food before hopping onto the bed next to her causing them both to bounce.

Elenore seemed oblivious by his move and she sighed. Sitting up on his elbow he gazed down at her.

"Oh Elenore." He said almost singing but his purpose was to get her attention. She had laid back onto the bed and was now looking up at him.

"hmmm?" she asked innocently. She very lightly smiled, she had a lot on her mind, but she was happy to have John with her.

"Turn that frown upside down." He said causing her to smile and he ran his thumb along her jaw bone before pulling away and adjusting his hat out of habit. "What's on your mind?" He asked resting his hand on her stomach, hoping he wasn't crossing any borders. John just wanted to let her know he was there.

She let her eyes shut at him touching her stomach, feeling goose-bumps rise where his skin met hers. opening her eyes back up, everything seemed to leave her mind. She slowly sat up and gently pecked him on the lips.

"Nothing now." she whispered.

"Good." He smiled and returned the kiss to her. John was happy, not that he wasn't before but he felt different. He was John, the big loving teddy bear and the thug of the WWE. But laying down with Elenore was just bliss and the Dr. of Thuganomics wasn't going to complain.

Randy hadn't seen Elenore return to their room but he hoped she wouldn't anyways. He was being cold but he could care less, hell he didn't care if she slept with the whole roster. 'Don't kid yourself Randy.' his head said. "Well I don't." He mumbled tossing his things into a pile at the end of the bed. He grabbed his title and gazed down at it. This was what mattered, being the youngest world heavyweight champion, not some girl who might not even make it far. He was a legend not a follower, he was Evolution not part of it.
Smirking he knew what he had to do. His phone lighting up caught his attention and he picked it up. It was Maria.

Text from Maria: Hey at Friday's taping can I have an interview about Monday? Hope you're okay. Quite the nasty fall.

Randy sighed and texted back, he wasn't a big fan of interviews but if it helped him, yeah he'd do it.
Text to Maria: Yeah Ill do it.

Elenore smiled into the kiss and slowly deepened it, moving one of her hands to the side of his face, the other removing his hat so she could feel the shortness of his hair. She was doing her best to get Randy out of her head and John was helping. She loved the feel of his soft lips on hers and it made her feel all tingly inside. Just as she was thinking of pulling his body to her, she heard her phone beep and sighed slowly, reluctantly pulling away to look at it. She saw that it was Nat.

Text from Nat: Hey, I haven't heard from you in a day or so, is everything okay?

She didn't know how to respond. Nat was her friend, and her heart was slowly being torn for two men. She quickly made a short answer.

Text to Nat: I'm ok, ditched Randy for training today, he's just being such an ass and now I'm hanging with John. We have a lot to discuss, I'm slowly getting into a bind here. oh and if you see Maria, tell her to text me to let me know if I have work tonight

Nat replied quickly, kinda shocked that she ditched Randy for John.
Text to Elenore: Ria is my roomie so I'll ask once she's out of the shower and John? What a hunk haha. We need to talk asap.

Randy walked out of his room and bound for John's room. He had to find out what was going on between them and then he would calmly leave for the airport. 'Calmly? Right Orton.'
He knocked on John's door and waited.

Hearing the knock on the door her face turned white, her instinct knowing that knock anywhere. She found herself holding her breath.

"John, maybe I should leave." she said softly, as she replied to Nat on her phone.

Text to Nat: I didn't mean for it to happen, there's a lot of confusion

John looked at her oddly. "Why? If you must just hide in the bathroom okay?" He said not wanting her to leave since well unless she planned on jumping four stories she wasn't going to be able to leave though the door.
Randy waited and knocked again hearing noises from inside. He was getting impatient and was starting to tap his foot on the floor.

Elenore simply obliged and walked to the bathroom. "I hope everything turns out okay." she said simply before she shut the door and leaned against the wall. She hoped that they wouldn't fight, but she wondered what Randy was up to.

Randy was welcomed in and he sighed knowing Elenore was here by the fact her phone was on the stand. "Elenore just get out here." He said keeping his head level. She crept out and John stepped closer to her but slightly in front. He didn't want her hurt if Randy snapped. "I just want to know what's going on between you two before I leave." Randy stated.

John didn't know what to say since he hadn't actually asked her to be his girl and she hadn't exactly asked him either. He didn't want to not say anything and throw her under the bus but if he did say something he could mess it all up. He just stood there eyeing Randy as Randy eyed them.

"Well?" he questioned.

Nat scooped up her phone off the bed and kicked her suitcase over next to Maria's since she had just packed everything of their's up.

Text to Elenore: Maria says you're free tonight unless you want to watch the taping of Randy's interview but let me know when you leave for the airport we'll sit next to each other and talk okay? :)

She hit send and waited for Ria to get out of the bathroom so she could shower and do her hair and makeup. She was still in her pj's and it was almost noon. 'I'm so lazy.' she thought to herself and smiled. A few more days and she would be home for the weekend to visit her new and old family.

Tears were threatening to show in Elenore's eyes. She didn't know what to do or say.

"Randy . . . you've been so . . . so . . . mean and cold, John has been there for me." Elenore started, staying where she stood even though she wanted to walk up to him and hold his hands, see those blue eyes so close again. "I really am unsure about what me and John have, he makes me feel better . . . but I still think of you, a lot." she said, ending in almost a whisper. "But you have your career, and it's more important than me."

Randy clenched his jaw and nodded once. "Okay. I'll see you around." "Rest of the training for the week is canceled." Randy left quickly and put his shades on to hide his reddening eyes from the world. They were red because of anger and he was on the verge of breaking down, but what did that matter?
John saw her get all blinky, trying not to cry clearly, and moved over to her. He took her gently in his arms and rested his cheek atop her head. Words didn't have to be spoken until she was ready to talk. It was clear Elenore was hurt but strong at the same time, John admired her for that. Not many people were.

Elenore sniffled, not wanting him to leave, it was then that she took a deep breath and leant back from John.

"Would you hate me if I ran after him?" she whispered softly.

"Not at all." He Replied just as softly as she had asked the question.

"I wouldn't let you though because he could hurt you in his state of mind but once we get in the next state, go for it." John said looking out for her welfare.

Elenore shook her head, she wanted to go after him now, rush after him. She took a deep breath and walked to the still open door seeing him turn the corner at the end of the hallway. She did the only thing that she thought of, "Randy!" she called out, her voice full of emotion, tears finally streaming down her face. She knew John would protect her, and be there for her . . . she loved them both but . . . loved Randy more.

Despite stopping around the corner as he heard his name called he kept walking. 'Just keep walking.' Randy's voice reminded himself. He pushed open the doors and got into the cab as he headed for the airport. It's just a stupid kiddie crush, she'll get over it, she already did. He didn't even like her that way so why did he even care.

John sighed and looked down at the floor. He wasn't thinking straight and felt slightly nauseous but pushed his feelings away. Seeing Elenore collapse on the bed, slightly shaking he grabbed his phone and did what he had to do. Even if it meant loosing this girl.

Text from John: Get your ass back here. She's crying.