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AN: Updates will probably be slowing down soon as school is starting again and such.
Fine Line Between Love and Hate
Chapter Six
Ali had to admit it hadn't been as bad as she initially thought having to attend the same party as Randy, stills she couldn't help going out of her way to stay out of his.
"Randy wasn't wrong about Ali hating him," Dave observed.
"Still there's only a fine line between love and hate," Paul said (AN: I'm so sorry that, that was so corny, I just couldn't help it.)
"What are you planning," Shayna demanded seeing the all to familiar look in her fiancée's eyes.
"We, well more or less Bob, Ric and Leigh think that Randy and Ali would be good together. Unfortunately for reasons Leigh refuses to disclose they really hate each other. Or so they think," Dave said.
"Anyhow we want them to hash out their differences only not tonight," Paul said. "They maybe the won't be afraid to show what they really feel."
Shayna didn't know what to think. There were two old men meddling in something they didn't belong, albeit for a good cause. She'd noticed the chemistry between the two even thought they were both avoiding each other like the plague.
"I have to think they're right. I only saw the two interact briefly, but even though she insulted him, she said sorry like she meant it when she ran into him," Sydney reassured her friend. She'd been thinking the same thoughts mere hours ago when Dave told her what was going on before they arrived.
Shayna briefly turned her attention to the two people in question and had to admit they would make a striking couple, though she hadn't really seen them interact and that was something essential to deciding if it was worth it. "You know that he's going to kill you if he ever catches wind of this," Shayna warned. She couldn't help warming to the idea.
"He'll thank us later," Paul said.
A few hours passed and once Randy got and Ali got a few drinks in them Leigh was afraid the fireworks would start. She loved them both dearly but she didn't want them airing their dirty laundry in front of all their friends, even if only close friends had been invited.
What worried her was that they were no longer avoiding each other. They didn't have enough alcohol to make them totally unaware of everything, just enough so they didn't have any inhibitions.
"I hate to ask you guys of this but could you guys try to help me keep the volatile two away from each other. They seem to have forgotten the truce they made this evening when both deciding to attend," Leigh said.
"Yeah, we can try, you know who pig headed your brother can be. If he wants to confront her then he will," Paul said. He was really going to try only for the sake of the twenty or so other people that were in the room.
It was unfortunately to late. Randy had bumped into Ali (he kept claiming it was the other way around) knocking her drink out of her hand. "You stupid idiot," Ali said furiously. "Is your head stuck so far up your ass that you can't see where you're going? That might be something that you want to correct."
"I wasn't the one what ran into you. You ran into me and spilled your drink," Randy said. Leigh just hung her head down. She didn't want to hear this.
"Oh I forgot you're God's gift to everyone. You can't do any wrong," Ali said sarcastically.
"At least I'm not the worlds biggest bitch," Randy shot back. He wasn't even thinking at this point, just saying the first thing that came to mind that could hurt her.
"No your just he world's biggest playboy," Ali said. "You wouldn't last a day in the real world."
"Oh, at least I'm doing something I love and I can admit that I'm wrong," Randy said. "I'm not the one that is holding something you supposedly did almost ten years ago against you."
Leigh knew exactly where this was going and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She'd been hoping on a much more civilized and private setting for this conversation. "I'm going to get my dad," Leigh said turning to go upstairs. He was the only one that Randy might listen to when he was like this.
"Don't even start it you arrogant, pompous asshole," Ali said. "You weren't the one that got hurt so you don't have any right to tell me that I should forgive and forget. You had your chance to explain and I chose to not to believe your bullshit explanation."
"And you wonder why everyone you've encountered in the city thinks you're a bitch," Randy said. "You are so bitter that you won't let anyone close to you."
"You know what I don't even know why we were friends in the first place. I must have been to young and naive to know the difference between someone being nice to me out of pity and someone who wanted to know the real me," Ali said. That was the first time she noticed hurt flash through his eyes. They'd traded so many insults and humiliating practical jokes through the years, but never once did he show any emotion aside from anger and the desire for vengeance. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He'd never brought the friendship they'd had before into what was going on currently between the two, neither had she for that matter. Before it had been almost sacred territory that neither wanted to mar with hate and now she'd done that.
"Randy Keith Orton, Alyssandra Elaine Collins, what do you two think that you're doing?" Bob demanded. He could hear the two upstairs far before he could see them.
Ali immediately felt worse. Bob and Ella had been so kind to her and she couldn't even manage to hold her temper for one night. If it were possible it was she noticed that Randy appeared to feel almost as bad as she did. He must not have liked the situation any more than she did.
"Look I'm sorry for running into you, I'm going to go upstairs now. Goodnight," Randy said knowing that this was eventually all going to be blamed on him, so he might as well apologize and let Ali continue to enjoy the party. He did owe her at least that for being pleasant to him earlier.
"No it's your party, I'll go," Ali said. She didn't want to kick him out of his own party when it was her that started all the fuss.
"Or," Leigh suggested quietly, "you could go outside and discuss whatever you have to privately then come back when you don't want to kill each other."
"No I'll just grab my stuff and leave," Ali said. She most certainly didn't want to spend time alone with him. The guilt she felt might weaken her to believing his story of events rather than what she had witnessed with her own two eyes.
Before Randy could protest Ali was already making her way out of the room and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew it was her that should have stayed not him. He'd made it his mission in high school to deny her of a social life, now he just couldn't do it.
"We're going to talk about this tomorrow," Bob told his son quietly.
"Yes sir," Randy said knowing there was no room for argument, not that there ever was with his father. That was probably the one thing that kept him grounded.
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AN: Updates will probably be slowing down soon as school is starting again and such.
Fine Line Between Love and Hate
Chapter Six
Ali had to admit it hadn't been as bad as she initially thought having to attend the same party as Randy, stills she couldn't help going out of her way to stay out of his.
"Randy wasn't wrong about Ali hating him," Dave observed.
"Still there's only a fine line between love and hate," Paul said (AN: I'm so sorry that, that was so corny, I just couldn't help it.)
"What are you planning," Shayna demanded seeing the all to familiar look in her fiancée's eyes.
"We, well more or less Bob, Ric and Leigh think that Randy and Ali would be good together. Unfortunately for reasons Leigh refuses to disclose they really hate each other. Or so they think," Dave said.
"Anyhow we want them to hash out their differences only not tonight," Paul said. "They maybe the won't be afraid to show what they really feel."
Shayna didn't know what to think. There were two old men meddling in something they didn't belong, albeit for a good cause. She'd noticed the chemistry between the two even thought they were both avoiding each other like the plague.
"I have to think they're right. I only saw the two interact briefly, but even though she insulted him, she said sorry like she meant it when she ran into him," Sydney reassured her friend. She'd been thinking the same thoughts mere hours ago when Dave told her what was going on before they arrived.
Shayna briefly turned her attention to the two people in question and had to admit they would make a striking couple, though she hadn't really seen them interact and that was something essential to deciding if it was worth it. "You know that he's going to kill you if he ever catches wind of this," Shayna warned. She couldn't help warming to the idea.
"He'll thank us later," Paul said.
A few hours passed and once Randy got and Ali got a few drinks in them Leigh was afraid the fireworks would start. She loved them both dearly but she didn't want them airing their dirty laundry in front of all their friends, even if only close friends had been invited.
What worried her was that they were no longer avoiding each other. They didn't have enough alcohol to make them totally unaware of everything, just enough so they didn't have any inhibitions.
"I hate to ask you guys of this but could you guys try to help me keep the volatile two away from each other. They seem to have forgotten the truce they made this evening when both deciding to attend," Leigh said.
"Yeah, we can try, you know who pig headed your brother can be. If he wants to confront her then he will," Paul said. He was really going to try only for the sake of the twenty or so other people that were in the room.
It was unfortunately to late. Randy had bumped into Ali (he kept claiming it was the other way around) knocking her drink out of her hand. "You stupid idiot," Ali said furiously. "Is your head stuck so far up your ass that you can't see where you're going? That might be something that you want to correct."
"I wasn't the one what ran into you. You ran into me and spilled your drink," Randy said. Leigh just hung her head down. She didn't want to hear this.
"Oh I forgot you're God's gift to everyone. You can't do any wrong," Ali said sarcastically.
"At least I'm not the worlds biggest bitch," Randy shot back. He wasn't even thinking at this point, just saying the first thing that came to mind that could hurt her.
"No your just he world's biggest playboy," Ali said. "You wouldn't last a day in the real world."
"Oh, at least I'm doing something I love and I can admit that I'm wrong," Randy said. "I'm not the one that is holding something you supposedly did almost ten years ago against you."
Leigh knew exactly where this was going and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She'd been hoping on a much more civilized and private setting for this conversation. "I'm going to get my dad," Leigh said turning to go upstairs. He was the only one that Randy might listen to when he was like this.
"Don't even start it you arrogant, pompous asshole," Ali said. "You weren't the one that got hurt so you don't have any right to tell me that I should forgive and forget. You had your chance to explain and I chose to not to believe your bullshit explanation."
"And you wonder why everyone you've encountered in the city thinks you're a bitch," Randy said. "You are so bitter that you won't let anyone close to you."
"You know what I don't even know why we were friends in the first place. I must have been to young and naive to know the difference between someone being nice to me out of pity and someone who wanted to know the real me," Ali said. That was the first time she noticed hurt flash through his eyes. They'd traded so many insults and humiliating practical jokes through the years, but never once did he show any emotion aside from anger and the desire for vengeance. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He'd never brought the friendship they'd had before into what was going on currently between the two, neither had she for that matter. Before it had been almost sacred territory that neither wanted to mar with hate and now she'd done that.
"Randy Keith Orton, Alyssandra Elaine Collins, what do you two think that you're doing?" Bob demanded. He could hear the two upstairs far before he could see them.
Ali immediately felt worse. Bob and Ella had been so kind to her and she couldn't even manage to hold her temper for one night. If it were possible it was she noticed that Randy appeared to feel almost as bad as she did. He must not have liked the situation any more than she did.
"Look I'm sorry for running into you, I'm going to go upstairs now. Goodnight," Randy said knowing that this was eventually all going to be blamed on him, so he might as well apologize and let Ali continue to enjoy the party. He did owe her at least that for being pleasant to him earlier.
"No it's your party, I'll go," Ali said. She didn't want to kick him out of his own party when it was her that started all the fuss.
"Or," Leigh suggested quietly, "you could go outside and discuss whatever you have to privately then come back when you don't want to kill each other."
"No I'll just grab my stuff and leave," Ali said. She most certainly didn't want to spend time alone with him. The guilt she felt might weaken her to believing his story of events rather than what she had witnessed with her own two eyes.
Before Randy could protest Ali was already making her way out of the room and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew it was her that should have stayed not him. He'd made it his mission in high school to deny her of a social life, now he just couldn't do it.
"We're going to talk about this tomorrow," Bob told his son quietly.
"Yes sir," Randy said knowing there was no room for argument, not that there ever was with his father. That was probably the one thing that kept him grounded.
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