Disclaimer: I only own Kayla. Everyone else belongs to themselves.
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. There had been soo much going on the last couple of months. It's been eating away at me that I haven't updated, so i sat down and wrote the whole thing tonight. To everyone who reviewed and added this to favorites/alerts, thanks. Everyone else: Please Review. (=

"Kay, wake up."

I felt a strong hand shake my body out of a deep sleep, and when I opened my eyes I was face to face with a smiling John. I couldn't help but return the smile; it was a wonderful feeling to wake up next to someone, even if we weren't together.

"Your phone's been beeping for hours. I think someone's really trying to get in touch with you." John informed me as he handed me my cell phone. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and grabbed my glasses from the end table before looking at my phone. Three missed calls and five new text messages.

I groaned as I looked at the list of missed calls. Randy. Jeff. Randy.

What could he possibly want from me now? Hadn't he put me through enough in the last week? I closed out the missed calls list and opened my text messages.

"Hey, do you have a minute?"

"Kay, its Randy. Can we talk?"

"Kayla, I thought the apology last night would open up a line of communication. Please answer me?"

"R U there?"

"Kay, please call me. I really want to talk to you."

I couldn't believe what I was reading. This was the man that called me a slut a few days prior. This was the monster that lied to me about his relationship with his wife, forced me to sit through a dinner with the woman, fed me the same bullshit lines that he fed her, and now wanted me to give him the time of day? I knew I should have just deleted the messages and turned off the phone, but something was stopping me.

"So who do I yell at for waking me up?" John asked as he stretched his arms high over his head and let out a moan.

"Randy." Goosebumps formed all over my body as his name left my mouth. I didn't think I'd ever hear from him again, let alone be contemplating talking to him.

"What'd he want?" John asked skeptically. He knew better than to trust Randy.

"He wants me to call him."

"Are you going to?"

"I don't know. What should I do?"

"Kay, this is something you need to figure out on your own. I can't tell you what to do, but I will tell you one thing. Randy's a great guy; he's made some mistakes, but we've made some as well. That being said, whatever you do, don't let yourself get caught up again. He'll reel you in again as quickly as he can, and you know how manipulative he can be. If you're gonna talk to him, be careful. Keep your guard up and your expectations low. He hasn't changed, no matter what he tells you."

I nodded at John's words; I knew he was right about everything, but I also knew that Randy had the ability to draw me in with one look. It was nearly impossible to say no to him when those big blue eyes were locked with mine.

"I think I'll talk to him. Hear what he has to say. I think I need to in order to close that chapter."

John nodded his head; he respected my decision, and reminding me to be careful.

I typed the words into my cell phone slowly, not sure if what I was doing was really the right thing to do.

"Hey, I'll call you in a little while so we can talk."

I hesitated before clicking the send button, but when I did, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you need me here when you talk to him?" John asked, placing his hand on my leg and smiling at me.

"No, I think I'll be okay. Thanks so much for everything."

"Okay, I'm gonna head down to the gym and get in a quick workout. We'll ride to the arena together?"

"Yeah, I'll leave the door unlocked so just come in when you're ready to go."

"Cool. Call me if you need anything, or if Orton needs a good ass kicking." He grinned as he spoke before leaning his head down to mine and kissing me on the lips. Kissing John made me feel like a teenage again. I couldn't help but get giddy inside, and the moment his lips met mine I felt the lust grow strong inside of me and all I wanted was one thing. As he pulled away, I let a smile from across my face.

"I'll see you later."

"Thanks John. See you soon."

As John left the room and headed back to his own, my phone beeped again signaling that a text message had arrived.

"Is it okay if we just get together? I'd really like to see you."

My eyes widened at the message. He'd like to see me? My heart fluttered as I read the words over again and I felt a smile spread across my face.

"Yeah, I guess. Where?" I sent the text message and jumped quickly into the shower without waiting for an answer from Randy. If I were going to see him, I would have to look decent. I took a quick ten minute shower, wrapped a towel around my body and my hair, and ran to my phone to see if he answered.

"Can I come by you? It won't take long, I promise."

My eyes widened at the text message as I looked around the room. There couldn't be any proof that John had stayed with me the previous night; I didn't want any problems with Randy. If there was any hope that we could become friends again, I couldn't have any bumps in the road. Happy that I hadn't found anything, I picked up my phone and typed a quick message.

"Yeah sure, give me a half hour. I'm in Room 423."

I quickly towel dried my hair before scrunching it with some gel and put on a little makeup. I threw on a pair of white terry cloth shorts and a baby blue tank top, and by the time I was finished a could hear him knocking on the door.

"Hey." I said with a small smile as I opened the door wide enough for him to enter.

"Hey."

I made my way over to my bed and took a seat. Randy followed, sitting down next to me, and smiled.

"You look good."

He spoke as though he hadn't seen me in months, even though he had just seen me the night before at the bar.

"Thanks." I answered shyly. His blue eyes rested on mine and I could feel myself melt. My heart pounded heavily inside my chest, and my palms were sweating as they lay against my bare legs. I hadn't been so nervous in awhile, and I could hardly contain myself. I tried to reason with myself. This was just Randy, after all. We had been friends for some time, lovers for less. Surely we could look past the mistakes and move on.

"So..." I said quietly, my uneasiness apparent to Randy.

"I'm sorry. I know I said it last night, but I wasn't sure how much you drank, or if you'd even remember. I really needed you to know."

I nodded at his words; I had remembered what he said, but it was nice to hear it when I knew I was sober.

"I really messed up, Kay. I don't want things to be like this between us. I want everything to go back to the way things were. I still love you, and when you told me you missed me last night, I knew you still loved me too."

My body ached to kiss him as he spoke. I had been longing to hear those words since the day everything fell apart, and finally he was saying them.

"Randy, I-"

Before I could get the words out, his lips were on mine. It felt so good to feel his soft kiss again, that I didn't hesitate when his tongue pushed my lips apart and deepened the kiss. I was dizzy with pleasure as he slowly pushed my body down onto the bed. It wasn't until I was lying on the bed with his hand running up my stomach that John's words set in and I realized what was going on.

"Randy, stop." I said, putting my hands between our bodies and pushing on his chest so that he would get off of me.

"What's wrong?"

"Randy, I can't do this."

"Why not? I thought you missed me?"

"I do miss you. I miss the friendship I had with you. I miss hanging out all the time and laughing. I miss the time we spent together, but that doesn't mean I'm looking to dive into another relationship with you. You and I can't be together, Randy. You're married-happily married from what I saw, and I just cannot do it again. If you're looking to be friends again, I'd like that, but if you're only looking for whatever it is we had before then I'm sorry. I just can't do it again."

Randy's eyes widened at my words; it was obvious that I had thrown him off guard. He wasn't expecting me to be able to resist him, and by doing so, I knew I had gained strength. I wasn't going to let him break me anymore. I needed to be strong and make it on my own.

"Okay, we'll do the friends thing again. If it means getting to spend time with you again and getting you to trust me again, then I'll do it. But I do still love you, Kay, and one of these days you're gonna see it and you're gonna come back to me. You'll see."

I ignored his words; of course he needed to say something like that. I had bruised his ego; I shut him down when he made a pass at me, and he needed to recover.

"Anyway." I said, obviously moving past what he had just said. 'If we're going to be friends, we need to lay down some ground rules."

Randy nodded at my words, waiting patiently for what I had to say.

"You cannot tell me who I can be friends with. That means Jeff Hardy, John, or anyone else I want to associate with. As a friend, it's not your place to run my life. Okay?"

Randy agreed as I moved on down the list I was creating in my head.

"Also, I can date whomever I want to date. We're not together anymore Randy, so I don't want to hear comments or threats about me dating anyone. You cannot scare off the guys I'm dating, and if I happen to sleep with someone you cannot get angry. Just like you can date whoever you want, I won't say a word."

"Sounds fair." Randy said, as he flashed his usual cocky smile at me.

"One more thing. If you ever speak to me the way you spoke to me the last time you were in my hotel room, I swear I will have you killed."

"About that, I'm really sorry for the way I spoke to you, Kay. I didn't mean any of it."

"Okay."

"Well I guess I'd better go. I have two more people I want to apologize to."

I nodded and stood up with him, walking him to the door.

"Maybe after I get done taking care of these things, we can all get together as a group, like old times?"

"Yeah, maybe." I answered as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

"See you later, Kay."

"Bye Randy."

As I closed the door behind him, I leaned my back against it and slid to the floor. Suddenly I didn't feel so strong; I wasn't the girl I had been when Randy was there two seconds ago. I didn't want to go on being just friends with him; I was in love with him, and no matter how hard I tried to hide it, the feelings were still there.