Chapter Thirty-Six. RAW Business...
Me and Randy held each other for ages, our bodies connecting. Not one word was said until he let go of me and looked down at me. It was pitch black, the only thing I could see was Randy's eyes, reflecting light from somewhere. They were staring right at me; the beautiful pools of blue that seemed like you could swim in them. It was 12:35am now. Randy was still looking into my eyes.
"Don't you ever do that again Ri... anything could of happened to you" I looked up, tilting my head, he was serious. I could hear the fright and nerves in his voice. Randy was only wearing a t-shirt; I could feel the goose bumps on his arms, as his hairs stood up. I looked carefully at his eyes, the way tears were holding back yet I could see them forming.
"I'll try not too" He sighed. I was an unpredictable person, I probably always would be. He nodded his head and wrapped an arm around my side and we walked into the kitchen. He let go of me and closed the door behind him, shivering slightly as he chattered his teeth. I smiled, taking an arm out of my leather jacket, then the other and throwing it over a chair. I went up the step leading into the living room and I collapsed on the sofa. There were no lights on, but I knew this house too well. I could hear Randy ruffling around in the fridge, he closed it and came in, turning a side lamp on. I sat up yawning, he was carrying two beers. I realised we hadn't watched RAW this week. I turned on the TV, flicking to the repeat. Randy handed me a beer and sat next to me, his arm around the sofa. I took a mouthful of the beer, checking to see which one it was; Budweiser... good good. I put my feet up on the sofa arm, and rested my head against Randy's chest. I looked up, he was grinning. I turned my attention back to the TV, luckily we had only missed the opening match, Beth Phoenix vs. Jillian, who had sang her way to the ring. Me and Randy laughed, watching her try and hit high notes and fail miserably. She lost to Beth; I still never understood why she left the ring that time. I shrugged my shoulders and continued watching. A promo came up on screen... with two very familiar faces that made us grin.
"Well ladies and gentlemen I am here with the happy couple John Cena and Maria, tell me how are you feeling about your match tonight John?"
"Well Todd, as long as I have Maria by my side, I know I will be fine..."
"And how do you think Chris Jericho is feeling?"
"To be honest, me and Chris never had a problem up until he purposely insulted us on his 'Highlight Reel'..." Me and Randy chuckled as John continued talking, he had spoken to Randy last week on the phone, informing him of his, Maria's and Chris' new storyline; Chris was apparently loving it, but they still remain close buddies. Maria began talking.
"Todd, I don't know why Chris insults couples... maybe because he isn't in one?" She shrugged her shoulders, John high-fived her and the pair walked off. It was highly amusing, the next match was announced. We skipped the next few matches, until John vs. Chris. Maria walked with John to the ring, the pair of them grinning. Then Break The Walls Down blared through the arena, Chris doing his signature pose and walking down the ramp, shaking his head at John and Maria. The fight started with Chris poking John in his eye; Chris had obviously been cast as the heel which he was always better at. It was a good match, John won by DQ. Chris used a chair on both him and Maria, knocking them both down in the middle of the ring. John stood up at the end, pulling Maria up and raising their arms. The crowd went wild. Me and Randy noticed some signs. 'RAW misses R&R!' 'Riley Rocks the Ring!' and the usual Randy ones. I looked up at him, I pulled my legs down from the sofa, stretching both them and my arms out whilst yawning. I then stood up, in front of Randy so he was swerving his head from side to side, trying to see the TV.
"The view not good enough? Let me improve it..." I sat down on his lap, taking a sip of beer and putting on the side table next to the sofa. He grinned.
"I dunno Ri, one minute you hate me... the next you want me" I gasped jokingly.
"Hate you? I never hated you. I never could, I never would" He sighed and smiled.
"Sorry... I thought that..." I put my finger to his lips, and shook my head. I didn't want him to feel bad in anyway, he saved me; he was my knight in shining armour. I just had so many questions. Why was he at the house? Where was Adam? Why hadn't he told me sooner? But they could all wait; I just wanted to be with him no funny business. He rested his head on my chest, sighing. "God Ri... I thought I had lost you back there" I giggled; he knew deep down I wasn't going anywhere. We began kissing, getting overly flustered and hot, then I heard Jeff's music hit, I fell off Randy's lap, landing on the floor, and he laughed. Jeff came out with a mic... he was holding a belt, Intercontinental Championship. He must have won it off Chris. I grinned, he looked so happy. Then Carlito came out with Santino Marella, saying they want a handicap match against Jeff, whom had retained the title last week on RAW. Jeff dropped the mic and was ready for the challenge. Carlito and Santino were making their way up the ramp; they dived into the ring, attacking Jeff brutally... Jeff was tired and worn, Carlito and Santino held their hands up, but the match was far from over. A chorus of The Game was blared. I grinned, wooing quietly at the screen. Randy laughed and ruffled my hair as I was still sitting on the floor. Hunter strolled out, wearing his 'Oderint Dum Metuant' t-shirt. I grinned as he ran up the ring attacking both Santino and Carlito. Jeff stood up, running on adrenaline; he attacked Santino while Hunter went for Carlito. Jeff chucked Santino out of the ring and he lay there face first into the mat. Hunter delivered a spine buster, then a pedigree, making the fans go wild. Jeff climbed the turnbuckle and delivered a Swanton Bomb. He got the pin and he and Triple H were announced as the winners. Jeff looked into the camera quickly, I felt like he was looking straight at me... but I guess everyone else watching thought the same. I smiled and stood up, collapsing on Randy's lap and yawning. "Come on miss... let's get you to bed" I nodded but didn't move. He laughed and I grinned, opening one eye. I laid there not showing any indication of moving. He lifted me up.
"Randy! Put me down!" He lifted me over his shoulder, laughing as if it were funny. "Randy! This is not funny! Put me down!" I was punching his back lightly. He laughed harder.
"I am not putting you down now, this way you can never escape..." He carried me over his shoulder, up the stairs and into Brandon's room. Brandon swivelled around on his computer chair.
"Ahh you captured her then? Yeah good riddance" Randy and him obviously found this hilariously funny.
"I hate you both" I said bluntly. They laughed harder. Randy reached his hand out.
"Night Brandon..."
"Night Ran... night Riley!" He did it as if I were a little kid. I growled at him and he chuckled, turning around and continuing with whatever he was doing. Randy took me in to my room, closing the door the flopping me on the bed. All that excitement had made the blood rush straight to my head. I felt slightly dizzy. He was still laughing. I lay down to stop my head from spinning. Randy took his top off, scrunching it up and throwing it on his bag; he slipped his shoes, jeans and socks off and jumped next to me, shivering.
"Brrr its cold Ri!" He got under the cover. I stood up, now free from dizziness. I took my vest and jeans off, I left my stripy socks on... they would keep me warm. I got back on the bed, turning on my side and facing Randy. He raised an eyebrow smirking. "Are you teasing' me Dawson?"
"Maybe... Orton" He grinned, he threw the cover down and pulled me closer. Was it finally time to get down to business?