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A/N: Yay, it didn't take me forever to update this time. I'm quite proud of myself if I should say so. This chapter is a bit of a filler, but necessary for the next chapter. Anyway, thanks to all those who read and reviewed, you guys seriously are the best. Enjoy & review.

The next morning, I woke up expecting to be in Randy's arms, but that wasn't the case. Instead, I found myself alone. Pouting, I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I hated mornings, and more importantly, I hated waking up alone.

"Morning Adri," he said as he walked in the room, holding a bag, "I didn't think you'd be up so soon."

"What time is it?"

"A little after 8."

My eyes widened as I jumped out of bed. Grabbing my keycard, I headed towards the door. I was halfway there when he lightly grabbed my arm.

"Randy, let me go, I have to get to the airport. I need to see if I can get on another flight."

"Relax," he said when he noticed how frantic I was, "its still storming outside, its pretty bad out there. We're stuck here until everything clears up."

I felt myself relax a bit. I got scared for a minute. Everything was going well for me, I couldn't start showing up to late shows, now that would make me look bad.

"Okay good." I said taking a deep breath. "What's in the bag?"

"Breakfast." He said with a smile.

--

After breakfast, I went back to my room to shower and change. I couldn't spend the entire day in pajamas.

When I got to my room, I noticed that Gail wasn't there. Shrugging to myself, I walked over to the nightstand. Sighing, I picked up my phone and checked it. I scrolled through all the messages, most of them from Steph. She had basically told me what Randy had told me.

Tossing my phone on the bed, I headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Because the weather outside was crappy, I felt crappy. So for the day, I decided on my black Juicy sweatpants and white tank top. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and wore no make up. To be honest, I felt relaxed.

Now that I was done doing what I needed to do, I felt myself slowly slipping into my thoughts. This past week had thrown me off course. Not to mention what Randy had said to me last night was still on my mind. What exactly did he mean by that? It made me wonder if he was developing feelings for me, as I was for him, or was he as confused as I was.

There had to be some type of sign that would tell me so. We had only been back for one day and so far all was fine, but would it last?

A sudden knock had interrupted my thoughts. Sighing, I walked over to the door and opened it without checking to see who it was. There was no need to check, I knew who it was. For some reason, I couldn't ignore the butterflies fluttered around my stomach.

"Adri, we really need to talk." Randy said right when he walked into my room.

"I'm all ears." I replied, shutting the door behind me.

"I'm going insane. My mind hurts from all the thinking I've done in the past three days." He said, pacing the room like a mad man. "Ever since our date a few nights ago, I've been thinking about when our next date would be, which led me to where we stand now. And you know, how we feel, and what we each want."

I bit my lip as I felt my breath quicken. We were each thinking the same thing. Except that he was the only one who had the balls to say something, whereas I was going to keep everything inside and let it eat away at me.

"I don't know Randy, like you, I've been thinking about that too. I'm confused."

Walking over to me, he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing his forehead to mine. Silently, we stood like that. The only sound in the room was our steady breathing.

"For some reason, I thought this would be easy. I figured if I blurted everything out, then we could reach a conclusion." He whispered.

"I wish it were that easy. But Randy, our hearts are on the line. We've both been hurt, we should take things slow."

"I know we should, but I don't want to. So much happened last week that I've grown...attached to you?" He said, saying the last part as a question. "Attached isn't the word I'm looking for, but hopefully you know what I mean."

Stepping away from him, I walked over to the balcony, looking through the glass. Because of the storm, the city looked gloomy. The people down below were running about, trying to get out of the storm. A traffic jam caused numerous honks and shouts from frustrated people. Oh, only in New York. A good part of me was glad that I was up here dry and warm, as opposed to wet and cold. Another part of me wished I wasn't in here, then maybe I could avoid this conversation with Randy.

"I know exactly what you mean." I whispered, as I continued to look outside. "But I don't know how to go about this. We have so much to talk about, so much to think about. We can't only think of ourselves, we have to think about our families."

"When you say family, you mean your dad?"

"Pretty much." I said with a nod. "He's like every other dad who care about their daughter. He doesn't think that anyone is good enough for his daughter. My dad was like that with all my boyfriends."

"That and he's never really liked me on a personal level." Randy said as he walked over to me, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I think it might have escalated since he married Stephanie."

I closed my eyes when he was done talking. Normally, I would disagree with him, but in this case, I can't. He's right. While my dad does think Randy is good at wrestling, he doesn't like him on a personal level. Although, I never really knew why. He never really bothered to tell me why.

"You might be right."

"You're agreeing with me?" He questioned, astounded.

"I am," I said with a nod, "you're right. While my dad says you're talented, he just doesn't like you."

"I can't believe that you agree with me."

I laughed at him as I turned around to face him. "I love my dad, but I'm not going to lie for him."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my lower back. "Where does this leave us now?"

"Stranded?"

"No seriously," he said with a smirk, "where does this leave us?"

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my head to his chest. "What do you want Randy?"

"I want you. I want you when you're happy, sad, pissed, annoyed and all of that. In the mornings when I wake up, I want you to be in my arms."

He had completely thrown me off guard. I didn't expect him to say all those things. He pretty much wanted a relationship with me, and after one date no less.

"Randy, I want all of that too," I admitted, "but we're going too fast."

"Then we'll go slow." He whispered. "We can go as slow as you want, as long as we're together."

My heart was torn. I wanted to jump into everything with him head first, but I couldn't. I had to get my thoughts in order. He had to get his thoughts in order. If we went too fast, then we would be doomed. I really cared about him, I just didn't want anything to go wrong. I was scared.

"Can we wait until after our next date, I can't decide right now."

"That's fine, how about Saturday?"

"This Saturday it is." I said with a smile.

--

Two days later, I went shopping with Mickie James. I hadn't talked to her in a little while, so we both decided that we should go shopping. While, I didn't need anything, I still went anyway to keep her company, besides, I needed to talk to someone other than Randy, Steph, dad, and John. Without her knowing who I was talking about, I was able to tell her about my situation rather vaguely.

"He sounds like a sweetheart." Mickie said as she looked through the clothes rack. "If I were you, I'd go for it."

"I'm afraid."

"From what you've told me, it doesn't seem like you have anything to be afraid of. He has your best interest at heart."

Obviously, going to Mickie was useless. She had further confused me. Rendering the conversation useless, I changed the subject. This would be something I would have to figure out all on my own. I was the one who knew my heart best, after all.

--

"What's this I hear about you and Randy going out tonight?" John questioned.

"You're stupid John." I replied, knowing full well that Randy had told him everything.

"Am not, I'm just shocked. Two of my best friends who hate each other are together."

"We're not together."

"What do you mean you guys aren't together?" He asked confused. "This is your second date."

"Thanks for telling me John, I'd be so lost without you." I replied sarcastically. "What I meant was that we aren't officially together. We don't know what we want."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he said with a stupid smile on his face, "but he knows what he wants, its you who doesn't know what she wants."

"Is there anything he didn't tell you?"

"You know, I'm not too sure. He told me about your date last week, but for some reason, I felt like he skipped a part."

I was wrong, Randy hadn't told him everything. When he said he was going to prove to me that he wasn't a bad guy, he had really meant it.

"I'm sure its your paranoia at large." I stated as I tossed my shoes aside.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You're probably right. So what are you going to do?"

"Honestly Cena, I don't know. I really like him. Its just that I don't want to jump into anything too fast. I want to take things slow. Call me crazy, but I want things to work out."

"I think that ship sailed in Chicago."

I sent a glare in John's direction. He held his hands up as he stepped away from me. "I'm going to go now. Have fun on your date."

"Thanks."

Seconds later, I was alone with my thoughts. The more I thought about everything, the more confused I became. Hopefully, I can figure something out.