--So as it seems I have discovered Randy Orton for the hunk that he is. Thanks for all the feedback, keep the reviews coming. I hope you like, I don't own anything besides Randy's autograph and a picture.--

Not much was open at that time of night, but we found a small George Webb's that was open 24-7. It had gotten colder and the air smelled as if rain was on the way. Randy let me wear his coat so that I wasn't freezing. We sat down and a waitress took our drink order right away.

"I wish we could have found some place nicer, but at this time, I am glad anything is open in this small town."

He handed me a menu and we stopped talking for a bit. When the waitress came back with our drinks I ordered a cheese omelet and he ordered a burger. I bit my lip as he told the waitress what he wanted on his burger. Even though the place smelled of grease, I could still smell him. I could smell him the whole car ride here and it was driving me nuts. I knew what it was right from the start, Obsession. I could explain how I knew this, but did it really matter? The man smelled GOOD! He turned back to me and gave a slight smile. That's it, I'm done, I've melted into the booth.

"So, are you glad to be out of school?" He broke the silence between us.

"Yeah, I am glad that I get to travel with you guys again. Glen is even going to teach me some moves."

"That'll be cool. Maybe you and I could have our own little wrestling match someday." I choked on my coffee. "WOW! That did not come out right. I am so sorry." He sighed while staring up at the slightly stained ceiling. The slight blush on his face gave away that he was embarrassed. "Let's not mention that one to Kane, alright."

I laughed. "What is said here, stays between us."

"Well then, let me just say that you look amazing tonight. You really do."

I must have turned three shades of red while I mumbled a 'thank you'. He excused himself to go to the bathroom while the waitress brought our food.

"Nice boyfriend you've got there."

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend. He's just an old friend." I'm still going to deny that anything is going on between us. Crazy, am I not?

The waitress got really intrigued by this. "Really? I just thought...Hmm." She turned around and left when Randy was on his way back.

"What was that all about?" he asked putting ketchup on his burger.

"I have no idea."

The waitress put a plate of fries in front of him. "Um, I didn't..." he started, but didn't get the rest out.

"I know cutie, it's on the house." And she walked away.

"I think you have a friend," I said grabbing a free fry.

"I think I have a stalker."

We ate and talked about nothing important. "So you really think Saturday Night Live is better than Mad TV?" He also told me some of the pranks the boys play backstage. "I couldn't look him in the eye for three weeks!" And I told him some of the stuff I've seen fans do when they thought no one was looking. "Seriously, I thought he was a women!"

We finished our food but we were still drinking coffee when he started getting into serious mode.

"You're not dating anyone right now, right?"

"Not anyone that knows about it. Although Johnny Depp hasn't returned my letters."

He lifted an eyebrow, then shook his head. "You are crazy, but that's what I like about you. You know, I enjoy hanging out with you. We should get together more often."

"You would like that wouldn't you?"

"I would love every minute of it." He smiled his huge grin complete with perfect white teeth.

"Well, I could pencil you in sometime. I'm a busy girl, but I'll see what I can do." That's what I said, but what I was thinking was 'I will do whatever you want'.

A smirk came across his face as he nodded agreeing. "We better get out of here if we want to make decent time tonight."

He paid the waitress and looked confused when she wrote down her home and cell phone numbers on the back of the receipt. We walked outside and into the cold rain. He put his arm around me as we ran to the car. Letting out a deep breath, he turned on the heater.

I put my face in my hands and let out a half laugh. "I can't believe this is happening."

"What?"

"THIS. You and me. I never expected in a million years that anything would happen." I looked up and he was staring at me in almost shock.

"What do you mean?"

"You could have any girl in any country, and you are sitting here with little old me."

He grabbed my hand off of my lap. "Hey, how could you think that?" He gently turned my head so I looked him in the eyes. "You are everything I could ever dream about in a girl. You are smart and funny and can handle anything that comes your way without missing a beat. I can't take my eyes off of you. Before I felt weird thinking this because you were seeing someone and your father could have my head on a platter if he wanted. But I don't care any more." His thumb brushed my cheek, and without thinking he said, "Your eyes are so beautiful tonight."

He leaned closer. I took in his body spray and closed my eyes. Then, without warning he stopped and rested his forehead on mine. "We should get going." I sighed and shook my head.

We DID need to hit the road if we wanted to get a good night sleep, but DAMN! Our first kiss was months ago and it was out of pure stupidness. I was so ready for that one. I WANTED that one. One kiss would not throw our whole schedule off. Now I have to sit here looking at him and smelling him for the next couple of hours as we are stuck in this car together. Was he playing hard to get?

Wait, wasn't I playing hard to get before? That was my plan, and I fell right for his trap. Grrrrrr.

"Oh, man I got to get gas." That broke my deep thought.

We pulled up to a gas station down the road from where we ate. He stepped out of the car for a minute while I looked out into the rain, which was now coming down harder than I had seen since I was 12. I jumped as something heavy fell on to my lap.

"Pick something out," I noticed it was his CD binder. "It might be a long drive with this rain."

I unzipped the big black case and started flipping through the pages. For the most part it was what I expected rock, hard rock, and more rock. Then I found something interesting. I popped in the CD as he came running back from paying. As soon as he cranked the key the song floated out of the speakers.

"RANDY's in the band. RANDY's in the band..."

His eyes shot wide open. Then he slumped over and started laughing hard.

"Care to explain?" I asked turning down the screeching voices of kids singing.

"It was a joke. We went to a store and they had a big section of CDs with songs that contained a name. I think it's for little kids, but someone put this in my car one day and it never left."

I laughed as I pulled out the 'Songs for RANDY' CD and quick put in a Metallica CD.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," he said moving to the music.

We drove for a few more hours. I took his leather jacket off of my shoulders and put it on my knees. A mini skirt did not cut it in cold weather. As we went deeper and deeper into the blackness it became harder and harder to see through the rain. We were going slower than normal. The speed limit was 65 but we were only going 50.

Again we started talking about nothing when I saw it. Strait ahead and he didn't see it.

"RANDY WATCH OUT!"