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Secondly, I thought I'd wait until now to post this chapter so I could give you all a Christmas present with it. You'll probably hate me after you read this one, but still, haha. And for those of you who are starting to get worried about Ella and Randy, don't. There's still a long way to go yet.

So, I probably won't update for a few weeks now as I'll be busy during the Christmas holidays... unless of course, I get that many reviews that I can't simply stay away. I hope you enjoy this, and I'll try and be back with the next one soon!

Chapter 13 – Some Things Never Change

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the bright light that was entering the room as I stretched out my limbs. I turned to the side, and smiled ever so lightly as I noticed Randy was still sleeping soundly beside me. I rolled my eyes as I noticed the television was still switched on, and he was still holding on to the remote in his hand. I took it from him gently and turned off the TV, before turning to place the remote on the bedside table.

My eyes skimmed over the clock beside me, and an audible gasp left my lips as I realised I was late. Extremely late.

"Shit!" I squealed, diving out of the bed and running around the room as I tried to find my work clothes.

"Huh, Ella? What's wrong?" I heard Randy mumble. I turned to see him now sitting up in the bed, rubbing his eyes as he gave me a confused look.

"Its 10am Randy, my ride is going to be here in fifteen minutes and I don't even have my bags ready back in my own room!" I threw my hands up in the air as I failed to find anything but my shoes, "Look, I'm going to have to leave my stuff, I can't find it anywhere. If you find it, can you just... keep it until I see you again or something?" I sighed, pulling on my leather boots. I had been extremely self conscious about wearing Randy's boxers and one of his t-shirts the night before, but right now, I was too worried to even care. I was going to run through the entire hotel to get to my own room dressed in them, and it still no longer bothered me.

"Woah, wait... aren't you even going to give me a proper goodbye?" Randy spoke up, suddenly wide awake as he jumped up from the bed to stand beside me.

I looked up at him, and my lips pulled down at the thought of having to leave him for so long. There was nothing more that I wanted right now than to give him a proper goodbye, but I just didn't have the time.

"I'm sorry, Randy," I shook my head, turning away from him and walking over to the door, "I can't. They'll kill me if I'm late, and..."

"So don't go."

Despite the little time that I had left, I stopped in my tracks, my hand wrapped around the door handle. Was he serious?

"What?" I asked, turning half way around so that I could see him better.

"I said don't go," He shook his head, his expression serious, "I don't want you to go, Ella."

"Randy..." I sighed, pouting with sadness, "I don't want to go either. I'm going to miss you so much," I smiled lightly, and placed a hand on his arm, "It'll be okay. We'll keep in touch."

"No, Ella, it's not just because I'm going to miss you," He barely even whispered, a small, un-humorous smile on his lips.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked, spinning around fully to face him... and that was when his lips came crashing down against my own.

I pushed against him, my eyes wide. I was in complete shock. He had known me for seven whole years, and had had far too many chances at showing me how he truly felt... yet he decided to choose now?

Noticing that I wasn't responding to the kiss, Randy quickly pulled away; his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he looked down at me.

"Ella, I..." He began, slightly breathless, "I'm sorry if... I didn't mean..."

And then it suddenly hit me. Randy Orton, the man that I loved more than anything, had been kissing me. Why the hell would I fight, or question, that? It was what I had wanted since the moment I had laid eyes on him at college. There was no way I was going to pass this chance.

"Randy, shut up," I whispered, smiling at him as I placed my finger over his lips.

He sent me his famous smirk, making me shiver with anticipation. He pulled my hand away from his mouth, and within seconds our lips were once again joined. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him in closer. I felt his hands on my hips, lifting me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist.

My skin felt as if it were on fire as his lips left my own, only to trail down my jaw and across my neck as he pulled my t-shirt over my head in one harsh tug. I ran my hands across his tattooed arms, still not quite believing that I finally had the man that I had been craving for.

He stopped then, his eyes finding mine, as if he were thinking the exact same as I was. His beautiful blue orbs burned into my own with such passion that I couldn't bear to be apart from him any longer. I grinned at him timidly, before reaching over and kissing him once more. Randy didn't need to be told twice... before I knew what had happened, he had spun around and dropped me down on the bed, never letting go as he crawled on top of me...

My eyes shot open, and I choked loudly as I struggled to pull the air into my lungs. I looked around the still dark room, my heart pounding in my ears as I wondered what the hell was going on. I felt a slight pressure against my waist, and I turned to see that Randy was lay beside me, his arms wrapped around me securely. My eyes travelled to the bright letters that I saw shining on the black box on the table behind him, and a grim smile broke across my face as I finally realised what was happening. The alarm clock read 8:11am.

It had all been a dream.

I shook my head and ran a hand through my messy hair, wondering how my subconscious could be so cruel to me. How could I have ever believed that something along those lines was real? Randy had never wanted me, and he never would.

With a small sigh, I looked back towards the man still sleeping soundly beside me. He looked so innocent, so beautiful... I could feel my stomach twisting with pain as once again I craved to be his.

I shook my head, trying to bring myself out of my depression as I looked back up at the clock. I knew that I still had a few hours till I had to leave for the airport, but it wouldn't hurt me to be ready early. At least that way, I would also have something to take my mind off of what had just happened.

I slowly pulled Randy's arms from around my waist, and inched out of the bed, trying to keep from waking him. I knew he'd be mad that I'd left without him, he had told me that he was going to help me prepare... but as I looked on, I just couldn't do it. I couldn't bear to wake him when he looked so peaceful. I'd just catch up with him later, before I left properly.

I walked over to the corner of the room and quickly found my pile of clothes where I had left them the previous night. I tried not to think about it too much as I pulled them on, I didn't want to be reminded of my dream even more.

After I was finally dressed, I picked up my mobile phone, and after one last glance at the still sleeping Randy, I tiptoed from the room silently.

I sighed in relief as I slipped through the last corridor unnoticed and opened up the door to my own room. Once closed, I leant my back against it and looked around at the three half packed suitcases that were scattered around the room. I groaned at the thought of having to fit all of my clothes into them, so instead, I opted for a hot shower first. Once I had mulled things over in the warm water, hopefully I would be ready to finish everything off... and not to mention forget about my dream.

I had only just left the bathroom, freshly dressed, when I heard a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes and growled under my breath at the interruption. Right now I didn't have time for whatever they wanted from me. It was now quarter to nine, the time was passing by quickly and I still had a lot to get through before I left.

"So, were you planning on saying goodbye before you left?" The person on the opposite side of the door spoke up as I opened it.

I cringed as I noticed it was none other than Randy, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt. One of his eyebrows was raised as he leant against the door frame, his arms crossed over his perfectly chiselled chest.

"Of course," I smiled at him shyly, opening the door wider so that he could enter, "And I'm sorry I didn't wake you, I just didn't have the heart to when you looked so..."

"Dashing?" He asked with a fake dramatic sigh, bringing his hand up to rest over his heart as he walked into the room.

"Hmm, if you say so," I shrugged, smiling at him once more, "I was going to come and see you as soon as I got all this packed up done though, I promise," I innocently added, as I pointed around the room at all the packing I still had to do.

"Did you really think you were going to get all this done by yourself?" He asked, smirking slightly.

"I don't know, I was going to try," I shrugged, walking over to take a few pairs of jeans and squeeze them into one of the cases.

"Well, don't worry, I'll help you out," He stretched his arms up in the air, and I couldn't help but notice when his t-shirt rode up to show his stomach underneath. I blushed and turned my attention back to the clothes in front of me as he walked over and picked up some items himself.

"You don't need to do that, Randy," I mumbled, shaking my head.

"Hey," He began, taking a hold of my chin so I would turn to look at him, "That's what friends are for," He grinned.

"Right..." Friends.

I sighed to myself, before allowing a fake smile to grow across my lips as I nodded his way. We quickly fell into an easy conversation as we began packing, but even then, I couldn't get my mind off of him. All I could think of was the dream that I had only just had, about the fact that Randy would never be anything other than my friend – and not to mention that in an hours time, it would be the last time I saw him for a whole six months.

Once it was finally time for me to leave, the pair of us made our way down to the lobby, Randy carrying the majority of my luggage for me. Neither of us spoke a word the entire way down, and I couldn't stop myself from glancing at his beautiful face any single moment that I could. I had to take in everything about him; I had to paint his picture in my mind... because it was going to be a long time since I got to see something so perfect.

"Excuse me, Randy... do you mind if we get a quick picture with you?" A tall, lanky and beautiful blonde, along with a shorter woman, but no less stunning, stopped us as we stepped out of the elevator.

I looked up at Randy, sighing slightly to myself as I already knew what his answer was going to be. Of course, I couldn't deny fans their photos... but just once, especially now – when I was leaving behind my best friend for so long – I would have liked for him to put me before another woman.

"Actually girls, if you don't mind, I'll take them in a minute. I've just got something to do right now," He replied as politely as possible, causing my mouth to nearly drop open to the floor.

I watched on as the pair of them nodded, before disappearing to the opposite side of the lobby to get a picture with a different wrestler. I looked back up at Randy, my jaw still slack, as I noticed him smirking down at me.

"What?" He asked, amused.

"Err, nothing," I shook my head, the smallest of smiles growing across my features. He'd just turned down two absolutely gorgeous women for me. Was this the same Randy Orton that I knew? Because it certainly didn't seem that way.

"Good afternoon, Miss Sheldon?" A voice spoke up, bursting my happy bubble.

I turned to the voice, and my mood instantly dropped as I noticed the chauffer stood before us, a bright smile on his face.

"Err, hi..."

"It's nice to meet you," He nodded, smiling once more, "My name is Terence and I'll be your driver this morning. Would you like me to take your luggage for you?" He asked, holding out his hand for the bags which the pair of us still held on to.

"Sure," I nodded, passing my own over to him, and watching Randy do the same, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," He replied, before looking between the two of us, "I'll give you a few moments to say your goodbyes."

The moment he began to take my bags to the car, I turned back towards Randy, not wanting to waste another moment. I could feel the pain that had twisted my stomach earlier that morning return, and my eyes began to sting as I struggled to hold back tears. I knew that this was going to be hard, but now, that it was really happening... it was excruciating. How was I supposed to say goodbye to him?

"Ella," Randy spoke up first, his arms falling to wrap around me and pull me against him, "I'm going to miss you so much."

I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of his cologne, my head shaking back and forth against him.

"I'm gonna miss you too," I whispered, holding on to him tightly.

"What am I going to do without you for six months?" He asked, chuckling slightly as I looked up once again.

"Hmm, I dread to think," I smiled lightly, "Just don't go getting yourself arrested or anything, okay?"

"I'll try my best," He grinned, before leaning over and placing a kiss on my forehead, "Call me when you land, okay? And I know that it's going to be hard getting in touch when our time frame is going to be so different, so make sure you keep emailing me."

"Of course," I nodded, my eyes scanning outside to see my driver stood beside his limo, waiting for me to join him, "I guess I better get going. Take care of yourself, Randy."

"I will, you too... and have fun," He smiled, hugging me one last time.

I reluctantly pulled away, my hand still gripping to his as I backed up a few spaces. My eyes pleaded with his to say something, anything, to make me stay.

But this wasn't a dream. This was real life, and I should have known by now that I was never going to get the fairytale ending that I had dreamed about. With a small sigh, I watched as he sent his famous smirk my way, and I nodded back in return.

I backed away a few more steps, before I finally had to let go of his hand. I span around and began to walk away, my emotions no longer bothering me. As I pushed open the large glass door and walked out into the cool air, all I felt now was numbness.

I turned around as I reached my ride, wanting to catch one last glimpse of my best friend before we parted for so long. My eyes locked on his form, still in the middle of the lobby where I had left him... but now, he was no longer alone. I shook my head, and smiled without humour to myself.

The girls from before who had asked for a photo were back, and from their postures, along with the patented smirk on Randy's face as he spoke to them, I knew that they were all flirting with each other. I could feel the tears returning as I turned away, not being able to watch them any longer.

I guessed some things never did change.