Author's Note: To understand this story, you must've read "Notice Me" before reading this. I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard that speech a million times so, I'll shut up now and proceed with the story.
The first week of school was a doozy. It was now Saturday and Randy Orton was helping his father wash the family's van. It was still early, about nine o'clock in the morning. The air was brisk as Randy sprayed water into the bucket and then poured some soap into it. He was dressed in a grey "Vincent K. McMahon High" sweatshirt with a pair of grey sweatpants. His brown hair was a massive mess with no gel in it. In fact, he had just woken up five minutes ago. Mr. Orton was coming out of the garage, sponges and rags in hand. Randy dropped the hose and caught the green sponge that his father threw at him. He dipped it into the bucket, mixing up the soap and water. As he did so, his father walked up to him. "Son, what's going on?" Bob Orton asked, as his son's head shot up. He could see that his son was going to lie.
"Nothing." Randy replied, quickly getting back to mixing the bucket. Randy suddenly became very alert. His father gave him a light tap on the shoulder and he jumped, almost knocking over the bucket. Randy stood up, the soapy sponge in hand and began lathering up the blue van. Bob watched his son, seeming so concentrated on washing the car. Other times, Randy hated washing the car. Now it looked to be his main priority. Bob observed his son as he lathered the van also. Randy seemed concentrate on one spot. His light blue eyes became intense as he stared at it. Randy rubbed the spot in a circular motion, not really concentrating on any other spot of the car.
"If you don't stop rubbing that spot son, you're going to rub a hole into the van!" Bob Orton joked, as Randy's attention quickly directed over to his father.
"Sorry, Dad." He apologized as he began to lather up the rest of the car. After the father and son were finished washing the car, they sat on the front lawn together and looked out at the street. The Ortons' next door neighbors, the Dumas family were just getting home from a trip to the local grocery store. Amy hopped out of the car, opened up the trunk and pulled out two bags. She then entered the house, followed by her parents. Bob Orton waved to Mr. and Mrs. Dumas as Randy stared up at the sky. After Mr. and Mrs. Dumas had gone inside, Mr. Orton turned to his son.
"Randy, something's bothering you. I'd like if you talked to me about it." He told him, as Randy looked away from the sky long enough to reply.
"There's nothing bothering me." He lied, directing his attention back to the clouds. Bob Orton sighed. He placed his hand on Randy's shoulder. He then said,
"That's what I'm here for, Randy. I'm here for you to talk to. You haven't been yourself lately, is it something with Skye? I haven't seen or heard the girl in days. What's going on between the two of you, Randino?" His dad had used his childhood nickname. This meant that he really wanted to talk. Randy took a deep breath and sighed. He ran his fingers through his scruffy brown hair and looked over at his father, who had a look of concern on his face.
"I don't think she loves me anymore. You know who Stacy Keibler is, right?" Randy asked, before continuing. Bob Orton nodded his head, not saying a word. "Well, she was making moves on me and Skye caught her, accusing me of wanting her and all that. And then at lunch, she went to go sit with her ex-boyfriend Jeff. I think it's over." Randy added, his face dropping. Mr. Orton watched his son, thinking before he went to speak.
"You don't know that for sure, Randy. Maybe she's just a little upset. Have you tried talking to her?" Mr. Orton questioned, leaning back against the chilly green grass. Randy sat up, his elbows placed on his knees.
"She won't talk to me. She hates me, I know it." Randy answered, burying his face in his hands. He wished he could turn back time.
"You don't know it. This happened with your mother and I when we were going out in college. I had a talk with your grandfather too. He told me to go talk to your mother and I did. We worked it out. Now, like what my father did, I'm telling you to go talk to Skye. What you guys have is too good to end over some people interrupting your relationship." Mr. Orton explained, as Randy observed his father.
"I don't know if I can talk to her." Randy replied, as he buried his face into his hands once again.
"Here's your chance." Mr. Orton said, lifting his son's head. Randy saw Skye walking into their street, dressed in a white hoodie with a picture of Good Charlotte on the front and a pair of blue jeans. Mr. Orton waved to Skye Alexander and then headed into the house. Skye approached the Ortons' front lawn and made her way over to Randy. He began to get up, but she motioned for him to stay seated. She lifted the bottom of her hoodie and then sat on the grass, bundling the bottom of her sweatshirt around her waist. She looked at Randy, as he looked at her. Randy was terrified of what Skye had to say. Would she break it off?
"We need to talk." She said quietly. Randy nodded, keeping silent. He would let Skye speak first. "Randy, what's happening between us? We're letting people of our past tear us apart. That shouldn't happen. I mean, I went to Jeff Hardy instead of you. I don't know what came over me. I guess it was old comfort." She told him, her hazel eyes meeting with his light blues. She went silent, and Randy Orton took it as his cue to speak.
"I guess so. Skye, Stacy was hitting on me. I wasn't hitting on her. And that is the honest truth. I would never lie to you. I tried pushing her away, but she resisted. I would never do that to you. I love you too much." He replied. Skye's lips curled up into a little smile. "I'm sorry for being jealous of Jeff Hardy. You and him are history and I shouldn't of have been such an asshole." Randy added.
"It's okay. And I'm sorry for acting so jealous around Stacy. She's just prettier and sexier than me. All the guys want her. I guess I couldn't handle it when she was hitting on you and I overreacted. I mean, I wanted to bite your head off. I'm sorry for calling you an asshole and a bastard. You're not deserving of those names." Skye apologized. Randy placed his arm around her and kissed her forehead.
"I guess we aren't over. My dad turns out to be a pretty smart guy after all. He went through this with my mom back in college." Randy explained. Skye looked up at him.
"Really? Randy, do you think we'll be together in college?" She asked, a very curious look appearing on her face. Randy shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Who really knows? Nobody can predict the future, but what if we did split up when we get older. And then meet up again? Creepy, huh?"
He questioned. She nodded and the two sat there, silently thinking while looking up at the clouds.
The first week of school was a doozy. It was now Saturday and Randy Orton was helping his father wash the family's van. It was still early, about nine o'clock in the morning. The air was brisk as Randy sprayed water into the bucket and then poured some soap into it. He was dressed in a grey "Vincent K. McMahon High" sweatshirt with a pair of grey sweatpants. His brown hair was a massive mess with no gel in it. In fact, he had just woken up five minutes ago. Mr. Orton was coming out of the garage, sponges and rags in hand. Randy dropped the hose and caught the green sponge that his father threw at him. He dipped it into the bucket, mixing up the soap and water. As he did so, his father walked up to him. "Son, what's going on?" Bob Orton asked, as his son's head shot up. He could see that his son was going to lie.
"Nothing." Randy replied, quickly getting back to mixing the bucket. Randy suddenly became very alert. His father gave him a light tap on the shoulder and he jumped, almost knocking over the bucket. Randy stood up, the soapy sponge in hand and began lathering up the blue van. Bob watched his son, seeming so concentrated on washing the car. Other times, Randy hated washing the car. Now it looked to be his main priority. Bob observed his son as he lathered the van also. Randy seemed concentrate on one spot. His light blue eyes became intense as he stared at it. Randy rubbed the spot in a circular motion, not really concentrating on any other spot of the car.
"If you don't stop rubbing that spot son, you're going to rub a hole into the van!" Bob Orton joked, as Randy's attention quickly directed over to his father.
"Sorry, Dad." He apologized as he began to lather up the rest of the car. After the father and son were finished washing the car, they sat on the front lawn together and looked out at the street. The Ortons' next door neighbors, the Dumas family were just getting home from a trip to the local grocery store. Amy hopped out of the car, opened up the trunk and pulled out two bags. She then entered the house, followed by her parents. Bob Orton waved to Mr. and Mrs. Dumas as Randy stared up at the sky. After Mr. and Mrs. Dumas had gone inside, Mr. Orton turned to his son.
"Randy, something's bothering you. I'd like if you talked to me about it." He told him, as Randy looked away from the sky long enough to reply.
"There's nothing bothering me." He lied, directing his attention back to the clouds. Bob Orton sighed. He placed his hand on Randy's shoulder. He then said,
"That's what I'm here for, Randy. I'm here for you to talk to. You haven't been yourself lately, is it something with Skye? I haven't seen or heard the girl in days. What's going on between the two of you, Randino?" His dad had used his childhood nickname. This meant that he really wanted to talk. Randy took a deep breath and sighed. He ran his fingers through his scruffy brown hair and looked over at his father, who had a look of concern on his face.
"I don't think she loves me anymore. You know who Stacy Keibler is, right?" Randy asked, before continuing. Bob Orton nodded his head, not saying a word. "Well, she was making moves on me and Skye caught her, accusing me of wanting her and all that. And then at lunch, she went to go sit with her ex-boyfriend Jeff. I think it's over." Randy added, his face dropping. Mr. Orton watched his son, thinking before he went to speak.
"You don't know that for sure, Randy. Maybe she's just a little upset. Have you tried talking to her?" Mr. Orton questioned, leaning back against the chilly green grass. Randy sat up, his elbows placed on his knees.
"She won't talk to me. She hates me, I know it." Randy answered, burying his face in his hands. He wished he could turn back time.
"You don't know it. This happened with your mother and I when we were going out in college. I had a talk with your grandfather too. He told me to go talk to your mother and I did. We worked it out. Now, like what my father did, I'm telling you to go talk to Skye. What you guys have is too good to end over some people interrupting your relationship." Mr. Orton explained, as Randy observed his father.
"I don't know if I can talk to her." Randy replied, as he buried his face into his hands once again.
"Here's your chance." Mr. Orton said, lifting his son's head. Randy saw Skye walking into their street, dressed in a white hoodie with a picture of Good Charlotte on the front and a pair of blue jeans. Mr. Orton waved to Skye Alexander and then headed into the house. Skye approached the Ortons' front lawn and made her way over to Randy. He began to get up, but she motioned for him to stay seated. She lifted the bottom of her hoodie and then sat on the grass, bundling the bottom of her sweatshirt around her waist. She looked at Randy, as he looked at her. Randy was terrified of what Skye had to say. Would she break it off?
"We need to talk." She said quietly. Randy nodded, keeping silent. He would let Skye speak first. "Randy, what's happening between us? We're letting people of our past tear us apart. That shouldn't happen. I mean, I went to Jeff Hardy instead of you. I don't know what came over me. I guess it was old comfort." She told him, her hazel eyes meeting with his light blues. She went silent, and Randy Orton took it as his cue to speak.
"I guess so. Skye, Stacy was hitting on me. I wasn't hitting on her. And that is the honest truth. I would never lie to you. I tried pushing her away, but she resisted. I would never do that to you. I love you too much." He replied. Skye's lips curled up into a little smile. "I'm sorry for being jealous of Jeff Hardy. You and him are history and I shouldn't of have been such an asshole." Randy added.
"It's okay. And I'm sorry for acting so jealous around Stacy. She's just prettier and sexier than me. All the guys want her. I guess I couldn't handle it when she was hitting on you and I overreacted. I mean, I wanted to bite your head off. I'm sorry for calling you an asshole and a bastard. You're not deserving of those names." Skye apologized. Randy placed his arm around her and kissed her forehead.
"I guess we aren't over. My dad turns out to be a pretty smart guy after all. He went through this with my mom back in college." Randy explained. Skye looked up at him.
"Really? Randy, do you think we'll be together in college?" She asked, a very curious look appearing on her face. Randy shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Who really knows? Nobody can predict the future, but what if we did split up when we get older. And then meet up again? Creepy, huh?"
He questioned. She nodded and the two sat there, silently thinking while looking up at the clouds.