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. I also am the creater of Randy Orton's baby sister, Anabelle. 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.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, piercing his heart with ice cold arrows as she stared at him, her hazel eyes red from all the crying she had done. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, looking at her. Their eyes met for a second before Skye Alexander looked away from Randy Orton. There he stood, the cold air getting to him as he shivered. He didn't bring a jacket, and was only wearing a green short-sleeved t-shirt.
"I heard what happened. I'm really sorry, Skye." He replied, his voice filling with sympathy. She looked at him once again and then looked back down at her fuzzy blue slippers.
"Not your fault." Skye answered, blankly. She acted as if there was nothing wrong. Randy stared at her, concern filling his emotions. He could see the small tears slipping out from her eyes, sliding down her cheek and dropping down to the marble floor. Randy Orton stepped closer to the redhead, lifting her chin and seeing the pain in her eyes. She was a wreck, outside and in. Randy could only see what the pain had done to her on the outside, so he had no clue what was going on with Skye Alexander on the inside. The world was even worse.
Without saying a word, Randy stepped closer to Skye and placed his lips on hers, giving her a light kiss. At first, Skye was taken by surprise and then began to kiss him back. Both of them were in much need of each other, for the times had been rough on both sides. After a minute, they broke apart their kiss and just stared at each other. Randy was still cradling Skye's face, just looking at her. She looked at him, the tears slowly diminishing from the corner of her hazel eyes. "Skye, if you want to talk...I'm willing to hear you out. I know that things haven't been the best lately, for your family and even for us, but I just want to work it out." He stated, his light blue eyes full of plea. Skye nodded, as Randy let go of her face. Skye led him into the house.
As Randy Orton walked through the Alexander house, he realized that Petra's death had taken an enormous toll on everybody. Marco, Skye's father was sitting on the couch, blankly flipping through the TV channels, instead of preparing a lesson for his college students in his office. Desirae was sitting beside Marco, flipping through some old photo albums. As Randy and Skye walked towards her room, they passed Braiden's and heard sobbing. Was tough guy Braiden Alexander actually crying? The two entered Skye's bedroom, but her bed looked like that it hadn't been slept in for a full day or two. He looked at Skye, who was running her finger along her wooden dresser. He saw the black, puffy bags forming underneath her eye. "Why don't you lie down? You could use some rest." Randy suggested. Skye took into his suggestion and laid herself down on her bed. Randy grabbed her black chair from out of the corner of the room and brought it over to Skye's bedside. He placed his hand on her arm and ran his free hand through her hair. Skye looked up at him, silent for a moment. She then asked,
"Randy...What's wrong with us?" Randy looked down at her and responded,
"I don't know. One minute we're fine, and the next we're fighting." He shrugged. Skye bit her lip, looking at her wall. Randy watched her for a moment, studying carefully as she perched herself up upon her bed using her elbows and said,
"Tell me the truth. Did you really get Stacy pregnant?" Randy smirked and shook his head.
"No way. She made that crap up. I don't even know if she's really pregnant or not." He answered. There was silence in the room for a moment, an awkward one. Skye was staring at the wall that Randy's back as facing, and Randy was staring at the wall that Skye's bed was against. The couple just stared, out of words for the moment. Skye ran her fingers through her hair and began to twist the ends, mindlessly. She stared at the wall, chewing on her lower lip. Her mind was in deep thought, as her hazel eyes shifted from the wall to Randy, who was studying the other wall. Randy Orton's light blue eyes darkened a shade or two, as he just stared at the poster-plastered wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Skye Alexander staring at him. The couple were silent for a moment, until Skye broke the ice.
"Oh." She replied. That was all she could say. They had been silent, thinking for the past couple of minutes and that was the only thing she could come up with. Randy looked down at her, taking his eyes off the wall. His eyes had returned to its normal color, but he had a look of confusion on his face.
"Is that all you have to say?" He asked. She looked at him again, this time a not so concentrated look in her eyes. Instead, she had a look of confusion, just like Randy.
"What else am I supposed to say?" Skye questioned, cocking her eyebrow up at the brown haired boy. Randy's expression changed from confused to offended.
"Well, you're not freaking out right now. If this happened a few weeks back, you'd be going crazy on me, ready to bite my head off. What's so different from now than a few weeks ago?" Randy questioned, growing defensive. His emotions were taking him over. Skye shot up like a cannon from her leaning position on her elbows to an upright sitting stage. Her face had grown red as she took in Randy's words, and her eyes looked like they had daggers in them.
"MY SISTER WASN'T DEAD A FEW WEEKS AGO!" Skye Giovanni Alexander shouted at the top of her lungs, as if she was shooting fire out of her mouth. Randy sat on the black chair, looking at Skye. His body was frozen, unable to move. The room grew silent again, with the exception of Skye fuming and her heavy breathing. Randy stood as still as a statue, not believing what he had just done. He was so caught up with thinking about himself that he had forgot the entire reason he came over to Skye's house in the first place. It was to help her get through Petra's death, but he just ended up being so selfish. Skye's face was red, and she glared at Randy Orton, ready to bite his head off. Randy turned his head to Skye, a look of sorrow in his eyes.
"Please, Skye. Forgive me. I completely forgot that was the reason why I came here. I ended up being selfish, only thinking about myself. Please, I'm sorry." He apologized, watching as her expressions became softer. Her face returned to its normal color, and her eyes softened. She turned her body fully to face Randy and replied,
"I forgive you. I'm sorry for snapping like that. It's just that Petra's death has taken a huge toll on me, and the rest of my family. She was the glue that stuck us together and now I have no idea what's going to happen. Not only is my family falling apart, so am I." She whimpered, tears running down her face. Randy stood up from the chair and took a seat on Skye's bed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried on his shoulder. Randy began rubbing Skye's back, rocking her back and forth. Skye continued to cry on her boyfriend's shoulder, her mind drifting off, thinking about just yesterday when Petra was hit by that 2000 black corvette. As Skye drifted off, her eyes closing...she came to a realization...
Author's Note2: I GOT A JOB TODAY! YAY! *dances* Oh yeah, sorry to leave you with this, but I'm just so mean...
"What are you doing here?" She asked, piercing his heart with ice cold arrows as she stared at him, her hazel eyes red from all the crying she had done. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, looking at her. Their eyes met for a second before Skye Alexander looked away from Randy Orton. There he stood, the cold air getting to him as he shivered. He didn't bring a jacket, and was only wearing a green short-sleeved t-shirt.
"I heard what happened. I'm really sorry, Skye." He replied, his voice filling with sympathy. She looked at him once again and then looked back down at her fuzzy blue slippers.
"Not your fault." Skye answered, blankly. She acted as if there was nothing wrong. Randy stared at her, concern filling his emotions. He could see the small tears slipping out from her eyes, sliding down her cheek and dropping down to the marble floor. Randy Orton stepped closer to the redhead, lifting her chin and seeing the pain in her eyes. She was a wreck, outside and in. Randy could only see what the pain had done to her on the outside, so he had no clue what was going on with Skye Alexander on the inside. The world was even worse.
Without saying a word, Randy stepped closer to Skye and placed his lips on hers, giving her a light kiss. At first, Skye was taken by surprise and then began to kiss him back. Both of them were in much need of each other, for the times had been rough on both sides. After a minute, they broke apart their kiss and just stared at each other. Randy was still cradling Skye's face, just looking at her. She looked at him, the tears slowly diminishing from the corner of her hazel eyes. "Skye, if you want to talk...I'm willing to hear you out. I know that things haven't been the best lately, for your family and even for us, but I just want to work it out." He stated, his light blue eyes full of plea. Skye nodded, as Randy let go of her face. Skye led him into the house.
As Randy Orton walked through the Alexander house, he realized that Petra's death had taken an enormous toll on everybody. Marco, Skye's father was sitting on the couch, blankly flipping through the TV channels, instead of preparing a lesson for his college students in his office. Desirae was sitting beside Marco, flipping through some old photo albums. As Randy and Skye walked towards her room, they passed Braiden's and heard sobbing. Was tough guy Braiden Alexander actually crying? The two entered Skye's bedroom, but her bed looked like that it hadn't been slept in for a full day or two. He looked at Skye, who was running her finger along her wooden dresser. He saw the black, puffy bags forming underneath her eye. "Why don't you lie down? You could use some rest." Randy suggested. Skye took into his suggestion and laid herself down on her bed. Randy grabbed her black chair from out of the corner of the room and brought it over to Skye's bedside. He placed his hand on her arm and ran his free hand through her hair. Skye looked up at him, silent for a moment. She then asked,
"Randy...What's wrong with us?" Randy looked down at her and responded,
"I don't know. One minute we're fine, and the next we're fighting." He shrugged. Skye bit her lip, looking at her wall. Randy watched her for a moment, studying carefully as she perched herself up upon her bed using her elbows and said,
"Tell me the truth. Did you really get Stacy pregnant?" Randy smirked and shook his head.
"No way. She made that crap up. I don't even know if she's really pregnant or not." He answered. There was silence in the room for a moment, an awkward one. Skye was staring at the wall that Randy's back as facing, and Randy was staring at the wall that Skye's bed was against. The couple just stared, out of words for the moment. Skye ran her fingers through her hair and began to twist the ends, mindlessly. She stared at the wall, chewing on her lower lip. Her mind was in deep thought, as her hazel eyes shifted from the wall to Randy, who was studying the other wall. Randy Orton's light blue eyes darkened a shade or two, as he just stared at the poster-plastered wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Skye Alexander staring at him. The couple were silent for a moment, until Skye broke the ice.
"Oh." She replied. That was all she could say. They had been silent, thinking for the past couple of minutes and that was the only thing she could come up with. Randy looked down at her, taking his eyes off the wall. His eyes had returned to its normal color, but he had a look of confusion on his face.
"Is that all you have to say?" He asked. She looked at him again, this time a not so concentrated look in her eyes. Instead, she had a look of confusion, just like Randy.
"What else am I supposed to say?" Skye questioned, cocking her eyebrow up at the brown haired boy. Randy's expression changed from confused to offended.
"Well, you're not freaking out right now. If this happened a few weeks back, you'd be going crazy on me, ready to bite my head off. What's so different from now than a few weeks ago?" Randy questioned, growing defensive. His emotions were taking him over. Skye shot up like a cannon from her leaning position on her elbows to an upright sitting stage. Her face had grown red as she took in Randy's words, and her eyes looked like they had daggers in them.
"MY SISTER WASN'T DEAD A FEW WEEKS AGO!" Skye Giovanni Alexander shouted at the top of her lungs, as if she was shooting fire out of her mouth. Randy sat on the black chair, looking at Skye. His body was frozen, unable to move. The room grew silent again, with the exception of Skye fuming and her heavy breathing. Randy stood as still as a statue, not believing what he had just done. He was so caught up with thinking about himself that he had forgot the entire reason he came over to Skye's house in the first place. It was to help her get through Petra's death, but he just ended up being so selfish. Skye's face was red, and she glared at Randy Orton, ready to bite his head off. Randy turned his head to Skye, a look of sorrow in his eyes.
"Please, Skye. Forgive me. I completely forgot that was the reason why I came here. I ended up being selfish, only thinking about myself. Please, I'm sorry." He apologized, watching as her expressions became softer. Her face returned to its normal color, and her eyes softened. She turned her body fully to face Randy and replied,
"I forgive you. I'm sorry for snapping like that. It's just that Petra's death has taken a huge toll on me, and the rest of my family. She was the glue that stuck us together and now I have no idea what's going to happen. Not only is my family falling apart, so am I." She whimpered, tears running down her face. Randy stood up from the chair and took a seat on Skye's bed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried on his shoulder. Randy began rubbing Skye's back, rocking her back and forth. Skye continued to cry on her boyfriend's shoulder, her mind drifting off, thinking about just yesterday when Petra was hit by that 2000 black corvette. As Skye drifted off, her eyes closing...she came to a realization...
Author's Note2: I GOT A JOB TODAY! YAY! *dances* Oh yeah, sorry to leave you with this, but I'm just so mean...