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. Thanks for all the great reviews. =) Merry Christmas!
Skye Alexander's hazel eyes grew wide, the tears vanishing from her eyes as her mind drifted back to just yesterday, when her sister Petra was ran over. Her head rested on the shoulder of Randy Orton, memories of a black corvette came into her head. Not only did a black corvette run over Petra, but her ex-boyfriend Jeff Hardy drove a black corvette. A 2000 black corvette to be exact. Her mind and body were in a state of shock, unable to move. Randy felt the stiffness in Skye and let go of her to see her face. Her skin was pale, and her pupils had enlarged, as she stared at the poster-plastered wall. "...Skye?" Randy squeaked out, not sure if she was going to lash out and scream at him.
For a moment, Skye did not answer. She was stiff, not a muscle in her body moving. Suddenly, tiny tears began to fall down her face and drop onto the white sheets of her bed. Randy Orton watched, careful to not make a wrong move, for Skye was very vulnerable at the moment. Her body began to move, shaking as she cried. Trembling, Skye fell into the awaiting arms of Randy, and cried more and more. Randy rubbed her back, rocking her back and forth. She did not say a word, for all she could do was weep. It was not until five minutes later that Skye had stopped crying. Using his thumbs, Randy Orton wiped away her tears and cradled her face with his hands. Looking his light blue eyes into her hazel, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Skye Alexander took a deep breath and replied, "It was Jeff." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, for that was all she could let out at the moment. All the girl wanted to do was bawl into the arms of comfort; the arms of Randy Orton. Randy nodded, as Skye looked at him.
"I know. He...he got arrested in school today." Randy retorted, Skye's eyes glassing over with tears.
"Why?" Skye questioned, as if Randy could provide an answer. Though he could not provide an answer, he could provide love and care for a girl whose world had been turned upside down in twenty-four hours. Once again, Skye Alexander was in Randy Orton's strong and welcoming arms, bawling about the fact that her ex-boyfriend ran over her little sister. It just didn't make sense. Petra had done nothing wrong to Jeff, she didn't even know him. But he had to go and run her over? Skye's mind was filling with so many thoughts, too much for her to handle at the emotional moment. Her emotions had been shifted into overdrive, causing her to lose sleep, her appetite and her younger sister; the glue to the Alexander family. Without Petra, there was no way that the family could survive.
Randy rocked the redhead back and forth, whispering soothing words in her ear as the sounds of her sobs softened. Soon, the entire room was quiet except for Randy's whispering. The brown-haired teenaged boy looked down to see Skye asleep in his arms. Laying her gently down on the bed, Randy got up and pulled her blue blanket over her. After giving her a kiss on the forehead, he ventured out of her bedroom. As Randy was walking out of her bedroom, he found Braiden Alexander moping around in the hallways. The eighteen year-old was a wreck, his hair was a mess and he had puffy black bags underneath his eyes. Braiden stifled a yawn as Randy walked by. Randy turned around to see him standing there. "Hey Braiden." Randy said. Braiden was silent for a moment, just staring at his former friend. The two hadn't exchanged words for over a year. Ever since Randy was outcasted by the football team, the two never spoke to each other again.
"Hey Orton." He replied back, after a bit of hesitation. Braiden ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the matted mess on top of his head. Randy stuck out his hand, trying to make amends with his former buddy. Braiden looked at the hand, his brown eyes studying it carefully. Randy stood there, waiting for a moment. He went to put his hand back, but just then, Braiden joined his hand with Orton's and the two shook on it.
"Sucks what happened. Your sister's asleep right now...I've got to get back to school. I'll catch you later." Randy told him, breaking the handshake.
"At least somebody's getting some sleep in this house. Nobody's slept in like forever. Thanks for sticking with Skye, Orton. You mean a lot to her." Braiden explained. Randy couldn't help, but smile. Was his former bully actually saying that he was good for his sister?
"Thanks Braiden. She means a lot to me too. Bye."
"Bye." Braiden led Randy Orton out of the door. Randy took one last look at the Alexander house before walking back to Vincent K. McMahon High.
Author's Note2: Sorry for the short one! I just wanted to give you Skye and Randy's part. Next up, Torrie and Stacy...do they turn themselves in or go to Mexico?
Skye Alexander's hazel eyes grew wide, the tears vanishing from her eyes as her mind drifted back to just yesterday, when her sister Petra was ran over. Her head rested on the shoulder of Randy Orton, memories of a black corvette came into her head. Not only did a black corvette run over Petra, but her ex-boyfriend Jeff Hardy drove a black corvette. A 2000 black corvette to be exact. Her mind and body were in a state of shock, unable to move. Randy felt the stiffness in Skye and let go of her to see her face. Her skin was pale, and her pupils had enlarged, as she stared at the poster-plastered wall. "...Skye?" Randy squeaked out, not sure if she was going to lash out and scream at him.
For a moment, Skye did not answer. She was stiff, not a muscle in her body moving. Suddenly, tiny tears began to fall down her face and drop onto the white sheets of her bed. Randy Orton watched, careful to not make a wrong move, for Skye was very vulnerable at the moment. Her body began to move, shaking as she cried. Trembling, Skye fell into the awaiting arms of Randy, and cried more and more. Randy rubbed her back, rocking her back and forth. She did not say a word, for all she could do was weep. It was not until five minutes later that Skye had stopped crying. Using his thumbs, Randy Orton wiped away her tears and cradled her face with his hands. Looking his light blue eyes into her hazel, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Skye Alexander took a deep breath and replied, "It was Jeff." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, for that was all she could let out at the moment. All the girl wanted to do was bawl into the arms of comfort; the arms of Randy Orton. Randy nodded, as Skye looked at him.
"I know. He...he got arrested in school today." Randy retorted, Skye's eyes glassing over with tears.
"Why?" Skye questioned, as if Randy could provide an answer. Though he could not provide an answer, he could provide love and care for a girl whose world had been turned upside down in twenty-four hours. Once again, Skye Alexander was in Randy Orton's strong and welcoming arms, bawling about the fact that her ex-boyfriend ran over her little sister. It just didn't make sense. Petra had done nothing wrong to Jeff, she didn't even know him. But he had to go and run her over? Skye's mind was filling with so many thoughts, too much for her to handle at the emotional moment. Her emotions had been shifted into overdrive, causing her to lose sleep, her appetite and her younger sister; the glue to the Alexander family. Without Petra, there was no way that the family could survive.
Randy rocked the redhead back and forth, whispering soothing words in her ear as the sounds of her sobs softened. Soon, the entire room was quiet except for Randy's whispering. The brown-haired teenaged boy looked down to see Skye asleep in his arms. Laying her gently down on the bed, Randy got up and pulled her blue blanket over her. After giving her a kiss on the forehead, he ventured out of her bedroom. As Randy was walking out of her bedroom, he found Braiden Alexander moping around in the hallways. The eighteen year-old was a wreck, his hair was a mess and he had puffy black bags underneath his eyes. Braiden stifled a yawn as Randy walked by. Randy turned around to see him standing there. "Hey Braiden." Randy said. Braiden was silent for a moment, just staring at his former friend. The two hadn't exchanged words for over a year. Ever since Randy was outcasted by the football team, the two never spoke to each other again.
"Hey Orton." He replied back, after a bit of hesitation. Braiden ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the matted mess on top of his head. Randy stuck out his hand, trying to make amends with his former buddy. Braiden looked at the hand, his brown eyes studying it carefully. Randy stood there, waiting for a moment. He went to put his hand back, but just then, Braiden joined his hand with Orton's and the two shook on it.
"Sucks what happened. Your sister's asleep right now...I've got to get back to school. I'll catch you later." Randy told him, breaking the handshake.
"At least somebody's getting some sleep in this house. Nobody's slept in like forever. Thanks for sticking with Skye, Orton. You mean a lot to her." Braiden explained. Randy couldn't help, but smile. Was his former bully actually saying that he was good for his sister?
"Thanks Braiden. She means a lot to me too. Bye."
"Bye." Braiden led Randy Orton out of the door. Randy took one last look at the Alexander house before walking back to Vincent K. McMahon High.
Author's Note2: Sorry for the short one! I just wanted to give you Skye and Randy's part. Next up, Torrie and Stacy...do they turn themselves in or go to Mexico?