PART 2
TWO DAYS LATER
Michelle hummed to herself quietly as she headed down the hotel hallway toward Trish's room. All the Superstars and WWE personnel had the next day off, so the Canadian diva decided that they needed to do something that night. She came up with the idea of having a diva slumber party. All of the Raw divas, as well as Michelle herself, were invited. She did feel kind of weird, showing up as the only person who wasn't an actual Superstar, but she did fit in like one, so it wasn't so bad. She was lucky to be on the Raw crew, where every last one of the divas was nice. She couldn't say she'd heard the same about one or two of the Smackdown women. She smiled to herself as she thought about how fun it would be for the girls to get together and act like teenagers for a night. After all the work she had to do during the week, a little relaxation and fun was exactly what Michelle needed. She finally reached Trish's room, looking up and recognizing the number. She reached out and grabbed the door knob, twisting it and opening the door. She peeked inside as the door slowly opened, smiling as she saw many of the girls were already there. Michelle waved and closed the door behind her as she saw Stacy, Lisa Marie Varon, Lisa Morretti, Terri, Nora Greenwald, and Jacqueline.
"Hey Chelli," they all called, happily waving her over to them.
"Hey guys," she greeted, smiling at the women as she came in a took a seat on the couch next to Stacy. "How are you all doing?"
"Awesome," Lisa said. "You know, I went to this store today and I found a pair of shoes for like 20 dollars. I was so proud of myself… and then, oh my God, the sales clerk! He was adorable… granted, I was probably about 12 years older than him, but every man needs an older, more mature woman. So anyway…"
"Shut up!" Stacy, Nora, and Lisa Marie called at the same time, bursting into laughter. The divas and Michelle all knew that Lisa was a sweetheart, but she would talk non-stop for hours if you didn't shut her up.
"Sorry," the brunette said, shaking her head. Michelle's eyes shifted around the room… she didn't see Trish anywhere. Searching around the room, she finally located her friend, standing in the back of the room, in the kitchen area. She had a tray of food out, and she was setting it up to serve it to her friends. She stopped working for a second, placing a hand on her forehead in what looked to be pain. Michelle raised an eyebrow, standing up and deciding to investigate. She walked over to Trish, placing her hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?" she asked, concern filling her eyes. Turning to face her, Trish winced, but nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine… I just have a headache. I just took something a little while ago, so it should be okay soon. I was just thinking of how I completely forgot to buy drinks. We're going to dehydrate," she said, her brown eyes clearly upset. Michelle laughed… Trish hadn't changed one bit since high school. Everything she did had to be perfect, right down to the drinks she gave out at parties.
"It's no big deal Trish. If you want, I can run downstairs to the hotel cafeteria and buy a few bottles of wine," she offered. Trish frowned, shaking her head.
"Nope, this hotel doesn't serve liquor," she replied. When she saw Michelle open her mouth again, she put a hand up. "And you are *not* going to a store to buy anything."
"I know that," she said, laughing again. "I was going to say I could just grab a few bottles of soda. The girls won't mind." Nodding, Trish agreed.
"Okay, thank you so much Chelle… I owe you," she said, patting her on the shoulder. Michelle shook her head.
"Shut up Trish, I'm buying sodas, not cars," she said, causing both of them to grin. With that, she stepped out of the way for Trish to carry the tray into the area where the girls were, and then she quietly made her way out the door.
DOWNSTAIRSMichelle looked down at the items on the counter in front of her, sighing as she tried to think of a way to carry it all. She had thought she would be buying about two, possibly three two liter bottles of soda. With all the crap she carried out and around the ring it shouldn't be a big deal at all. It hadn't occurred to her that the cafeteria downstairs would only have cans of soda. Now she was standing there like an idiot, trying to figure out how she was going to carry the fifteen cans of soda she had. She figured she could have bought one for each girl, but they might be thirsty. Either way, she knew she was going to have trouble. She stood at the counter and began piling cans into her arm. Sighing, she turned, and carefully made her way out of the cafeteria.
On her way back to Trish's room, she stopped, eyeing both the elevator and the stairwell in front of her. Normally, she'd use the stairs, but she decided that there was no way she would be able to walk up the steps with all those cans when she could barely walk with them. She walked over and pushed the button, having to try very hard not to drop anything while doing so. Michelle sighed loudly, leaning up against the wall of the elevator. By the time she reached the fifth floor, it felt as though her arm were about to fall off. She exhaled deeply as the door opened and she stepped out of the elevator. She jumped when she saw someone standing in front of her, obviously waiting to use the elevator themselves. She looked up, recognizing the person as Randy Orton. Randy, who was on his way to grab something to eat, felt his eyes shoot up as he saw the young woman in front of him. It was Trish's friend, the one they had seen go into the women's locker room. He sent her a small smile as he studied her intently, getting a good look at her face for the first time. She was even prettier than he'd thought the first time. Not taking his gaze off of her for a second, his smile widened, and he greeted her.
"Hi… Michelle right?" he asked, causing her to raise an eyebrow. The two had never been formally introduced… how did he know her name?
"Uh… yeah," she said, a little confused.
"Nice to meet you. I'm…"
"You're Randy Orton," she said, laughing quietly. "I know who you are."
"Well, now that we've been introduced, mind if I ask why you're carrying all that soda?" he asked, laughing as he saw at least a dozen cans of soda resting in her arms. Her arms had to be killing her.
"Oh, yeah…" she started, blushing slightly. She got a funny feeling in her stomach… not a bad one, but the good kind, the kind you get when you're in high school and a really cute guy approaches you. Michelle couldn't believe she was turning red already. What the hell is wrong with me? "I… I'm staying in Trish's room tonight with some of the girls… Trish was upset because she didn't have any drinks for us, so I offered to go and get some. I didn't think of the fact that they might not have bottles."
"Ah, I see. Would you like some help?" he offered, placing his hands out. Michelle shook her head.
"Oh, no, that's okay. It's just down the hall, and besides… weren't you just about to go somewhere?" she asked. Suddenly deciding that his hunger would have to wait just a little longer, Randy shook his head. He wasn't passing up the opportunity to spend a little time with Michelle, even if it was only a walk down the hall.
"No, I insist. Hand some of them over, you're going to drop them," he said, laughing as she complied and tried to hand some of the sodas off to him. She didn't notice that while she was transferring the drinks to his hands, the elevator door began to shut. She hadn't fully stepped out of the doorway yet, but she wasn't in it enough to keep the door open. Randy laughed loudly as the door caught the back of her foot and she jumped, tossing a few cans as she did so. Luckily for her, Orton managed to catch the few she dropped before they hit the ground, saving her from what would be a huge mess if it had burst open.
"Thanks," she said, cheeks burning again. Randy grinned as he noticed the color in her cheeks.
"No problem… you okay?" he asked, watching as she stepped all the way out into the hallway and began walking with him.
"Yeah, I think I'll be just fine."
The two continued on down the hall, and Randy asked Michelle to tell him a little about herself. She explained that she went to high school with Trish, and that she had a career as a lawyer that went under and that was how she ended up here. Randy nodded as she spoke… she sounded pretty interesting, just as he'd expected. Then she mentioned something about wanting to be a wrestler.
"Really? You want to be a wrestler?" he asked curiously.
"Well, yeah, that's always been my dream… I think it's just a little farfetched," she admitted, looking away from him.
"Bullshit," he said. "You could do it. I could help if you want. I could train you, or continue to train you if you already learned." Michelle felt the color flushing her face again. Stop blushing damn it, she told herself.
"Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to do that. It'd be too much work for you," she said, shaking her head.
"Nonsense," Randy insisted, shaking his head as well. "And besides, you didn't ask, I offered," he said with a grin. Looking up at him, Michelle sent him a soft smile. If she ever wanted a shot in WWE, she would need to brush up on her skills, and Randy *would* be the perfect person to train her.
"You know what? Okay… I'll do it," she told him.
"Good," he said, grinning. Michelle opened her mouth to say something, but then realized that they were at Trish's door. The feeling in her stomach changed, almost to one of regret.
"Oh… I have to go, this is Trish's room. Thanks a lot Randy," she said graciously, accepting the cans back from him.
"No problem… any time Michelle. And next time I see you, we can talk about the training, okay?" he asked, placing his hand on the door knob so he could open it for her. Michelle smiled, a faint fluttering in her heart as she turned back one last time and replied.
"Sounds great."
Here's the next part! I'm glad you like it so far… keep reviewing! *Britney