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. ***I must really love Celine Dion. Because once again, I'm using her song for a songfic chapter =)*
//For all those times you stood by me. For all the truth you made me see. For all the joy you brought to my life. For all the wrong that you made right. For every dream you made come true. For all the love I found in you. I'll be forever thankful baby. You're the one who held me up. Never let me fall. You're the one who saw me through, through it all.\\
Skye Alexander gazed her hazel eyes into the framed picture she held in her hand. In the picture was her boyfriend Randy Orton, the person who has stood by her side through thick and thin, even if she didn't want him around. The picture was taken some time in the summer, when Skye's life was much happier. Her world used to be filled with the sunshine, which was Randy, lighting up her life. Now her life was filled with misery, due to the death of her beloved younger sister Petra. The redheaded sixteen year-old began to wipe away the tears that were falling from her eyes. She sniffled, looking around her room. Usually, her bedroom made her happy, but it was making her sad. It had only been twenty-four hours since Petra was hit by the 2000 black corvette of her ex-boyfriend, Jeff Hardy. Skye lightly placed the picture back on to her night stand and crawled out of bed. She was still in her pajamas and she had black circles under her eyes. Her red hair was a mess, but she wasn't alone. Her entire family was like that. Skye walked out of her room to find the door of her brother Braiden's room open. With a bit of hesitation, she knocked on the door. "Hey Braiden..."
Randy Orton slowly shut the door of his locker. The day was finally over and everything felt like an eternity. So many events had happened in one day. It was entirely crazy. After lunch, Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson had fled from the school for some odd reason. Nobody knew why. Not even Torrie's boyfriend, Billy Kidman. Randy sighed as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and began to walk down the hallway. As he made his way down, he passed his girlfriend Skye's locker. His light blue eyes glanced at the lockers, visions of Skye standing there. He could easily picture her rumaging through her messy locker, trying to find her books for the next class. He always enjoyed watching her rush around. She was so cute doing it. A small smile appeared on his face, the first in what seemed like ages, as he thought of her dropping all her things or all of the pieces of scrap paper flowing out like a landslide. Randy walked out, exiting the doors of Vincent K. McMahon High, his face glowing as he headed over to his girlfriend's house.
//You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach. You gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am, because you loved me.\\
Braiden Alexander rose from his laying position on his bed. The eighteen year-old had his hands folded behind his head before his younger and now only sister entered his room. Braiden had spent the past few hours staring up at the ceiling, mourning over Petra's death since he made amends with Randy Orton. Braiden straightened himself up, wiping away the tears that had been running down from his green eyes. He took a deep breath and watched as his sister took a seat on the foot of his bed. "Hey Skye." He replied, looking at his sister. Both of them looked very similar at the moment, which was very rare for both of them. The two siblings had such a rivalry, trying to isolate each other from the family. Most of the time, Braiden was the one making Skye look like the family loser. Now, they were on the same boat. Both siblings had gone through the same tragedy, and it was like suddenly...they were on the same page without even saying much. Braiden took another deep breath, as he ran his fingers through his brown hair.
"Randy and I made up today." Braiden announced. Skye nodded, her hazel eyes staring at the beige carpet in Braiden's room. Braiden continued to watch his sister, seeing the misery taking over her. Braiden scooted himself over to the side of Skye, placing his strong hand on her trembling shoulder. Skye could feel the coldness of her older brother's hand touch her, sending the coldness right through her entire body. Skye shivered and then turned to Braiden, tears streaming down her face.
"Why did she have to die?! Why couldn't they take me?!" She asked, bawling. Braiden shrugged his shoulders and replied,
"I have no clue. Maybe God has another plan for her."
"Fuck! I wish he didn't! I want her here! I want everything to be normal again. I want things to be the way they were before. Before she died. I just wish I could go back in time and fix everything. I wish we drove her to Kimmy's. Then this wouldn't of have happened!" Skye hollered, wanting to get her hands around the neck of Jeff Hardy and just strangle him to death for killing her sister.
"So do I. I just wish everything was back to normal." Braiden practically whispered.
"Don't we all? I just want to ring his neck!" Skye exclaimed.
"Who?" Braiden questioned, his eyebrows raised. Before Skye could give her brother an answer, the doorbell ringed. Skye rose from her seat on Braiden's bed and walked out of the room, leaving her brother without an answer. Skye made her way down to the door to open the door. When she opened it, she saw Randy Orton standing there with his arms wide open. She leaped into his arms and began to sob on his shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're here!" She cried, leaning on his shoulder. Randy led her into the shoulder and began to pat her lightly on the back.
"It's ok, Skye. I'm never going to leave you."
//You gave me wings and made me fly. You touched my hand, I could touch the sky. I lost my faith, you gave it back to me. You said no star was out of reach. You stood by me and I stood tall. I had your love, I had it all. I'm grateful for each day you gave me. Maybe I don't know that much, but I know this much is true. I was blessed because I was loved by you.\\
A week passed and so did Petra's funeral. It was a tragic event for all. Practically the entire town showed up, including her classmates from her elementary school and practically the entire student body of Vincent K. McMahon High. Hell, even Hunter and the Gang were there to show their support for their buddy Braiden. Skye had written a poem for her younger sister, hardly able to read it because she was in tears for a better part of the ceremony. Randy stepped up to the podium and held Skye's hand, giving her the courage to go on.
It had been three days since Petra's funeral and Skye was spending the day at the Orton house. She was downstairs in the rec room, holding Randy's baby sister Anabelle in her arms. It was the first time she had been to Randy's house in ages, and the Ortons welcomed her with open arms. The moment she stepped into the house, Mr. and Mrs. Orton showered her with hugs and kisses, showing their sympathy. Skye smiled, glad to be welcomed in such a way. She hadn't gone back to school yet. She wasn't ready to face that world. She wanted to stay in her own. Skye rocked Anabelle in her arms, as Randy sat beside her. He placed his arm around her waist and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad you decided to come spend the day with me." Randy whispered, since Anabelle was starting to fall asleep. Skye looked at her boyfriend, beaming. Her mood was turning around and she was no longer moody.
"I'm glad too. Thank you so much for being there for me. You mean everything to me." Skye replied. Randy grinned and couldn't help but place a kiss on her soft lips.
"No problem. I'm always going to be there for you. Why? Because I love you, Skye. I love you more than anything."
"I love you too, Randy." She said to him, just as Anabelle cooed. The couple laughed and looked down at Randy's baby sister. Young Anabelle was smiling, her eyes slowly closing, nodding off to her dream land.
//You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach. You gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am, because you loved me.\\
The bell rang and Skye Alexander was back to her normal self, rushing around her locker to gather her books for her next class. Randy watched, laughing as his girlfriend shoved a couple of books which had slid out back into her locker. She slammed her locker door shut and rushed over to Randy, who placed an arm around her. The door made their way to their Biology class. As they walked the halls, they received more stares than usual. The student body wasn't completely used to them being a couple yet, even if they had been going out for almost a year now. But the students were looking more than usual this time. As Skye and Randy walked by them, they heard whispers. "I heard she killed her own sister." One person whispered. Whispers and secrets filled the hallways. Skye heard a few, not believing the crap that these people were making up. She was hardly able to take it anymore. The couple entered the classroom and took their seats. Skye looked at Randy.
"Can you believe this? Some people are spreading rumors about me being the one who killed Petra." Randy shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't listen to them, Skye. I bet you it's that blabbermouth Christian. He's always making up shit like that. It's never true."
//You were always there for me. The tender wind that carried me. A light in the dark, shining your love into my life. You've been my inspiration. Through the lies, you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you.\\
Randy Orton held his girlfriend in his arms as they waited for their ride. The couple had just stepped out of the movie theatre and were now waiting for Skye's father to pick them up. The couple were whispering to each other, just making each other's lives better as they heard footsteps behind them. A lot of footsteps. Randy turned around first, his body covering Skye's face from seeing anything. His light blue eyes caught sight of Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Ric Flair, Billy Kidman, Dwayne Johnson and Shane McMahon standing there. They all had the same snarl on their face, as Randy spoke up. "Look guys. Why don't you leave because I'm not up for this right now."
"Shut up, Orton. Just because we were at the funeral, doesn't mean that we actually like you guys now. We were there because of our buddy Braiden, not because of your pathetic girlfriend. Where's she hiding anyways?" Hunter asked, evil in his voice. Skye poked her head out from behind Randy.
"I'm right here, asshole." She said, bitterness in her voice. She didn't like Hunter and his friends, even if they did show sympathy at the funeral. Some things will never change.
"Awww, Skye! Why are you so bitter? Is it because your sister died?" Billy questioned, a tone of mock sympathy in his voice. Skye's temper began to flare.
"Don't mention her! She's an angel and you're not worthy to talk about her!" Skye exclaimed in rage. Randy began to rub Skye's back, trying to calm her down.
"Petra, Petra, Petra!" Ric Flair teased, causing everybody in his group of no-good friends to laugh.
"SHUT UP, FLAIR!" Randy Orton shouted, his temper now raising. He could tell his girlfriend was going to break down soon.
"You can't do shit, Orton! You're nothing!" Ric Flair told him, causing Randy to let go of Skye to throw a punch to Ric. The punch was so forceful that Ric flew back and Dwayne Johnson caught him. Shane McMahon stepped into the middle of it all.
"Stop! Just stop! We'll deal with these losers later. Let's just go see our movie." Shane said.
"Listen to the brat. Go see your movie." Skye replied, glaring at them all. They grunted, walking into the theatre as Marco Alexander, Skye's father pulled up to the curb. Skye took Randy by the hand and whispered, "Thank you" as they entered the vehicle.
//You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach. You gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am, because you loved me. I'm everything I am, because you loved me.\\
//For all those times you stood by me. For all the truth you made me see. For all the joy you brought to my life. For all the wrong that you made right. For every dream you made come true. For all the love I found in you. I'll be forever thankful baby. You're the one who held me up. Never let me fall. You're the one who saw me through, through it all.\\
Skye Alexander gazed her hazel eyes into the framed picture she held in her hand. In the picture was her boyfriend Randy Orton, the person who has stood by her side through thick and thin, even if she didn't want him around. The picture was taken some time in the summer, when Skye's life was much happier. Her world used to be filled with the sunshine, which was Randy, lighting up her life. Now her life was filled with misery, due to the death of her beloved younger sister Petra. The redheaded sixteen year-old began to wipe away the tears that were falling from her eyes. She sniffled, looking around her room. Usually, her bedroom made her happy, but it was making her sad. It had only been twenty-four hours since Petra was hit by the 2000 black corvette of her ex-boyfriend, Jeff Hardy. Skye lightly placed the picture back on to her night stand and crawled out of bed. She was still in her pajamas and she had black circles under her eyes. Her red hair was a mess, but she wasn't alone. Her entire family was like that. Skye walked out of her room to find the door of her brother Braiden's room open. With a bit of hesitation, she knocked on the door. "Hey Braiden..."
Randy Orton slowly shut the door of his locker. The day was finally over and everything felt like an eternity. So many events had happened in one day. It was entirely crazy. After lunch, Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson had fled from the school for some odd reason. Nobody knew why. Not even Torrie's boyfriend, Billy Kidman. Randy sighed as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and began to walk down the hallway. As he made his way down, he passed his girlfriend Skye's locker. His light blue eyes glanced at the lockers, visions of Skye standing there. He could easily picture her rumaging through her messy locker, trying to find her books for the next class. He always enjoyed watching her rush around. She was so cute doing it. A small smile appeared on his face, the first in what seemed like ages, as he thought of her dropping all her things or all of the pieces of scrap paper flowing out like a landslide. Randy walked out, exiting the doors of Vincent K. McMahon High, his face glowing as he headed over to his girlfriend's house.
//You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach. You gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am, because you loved me.\\
Braiden Alexander rose from his laying position on his bed. The eighteen year-old had his hands folded behind his head before his younger and now only sister entered his room. Braiden had spent the past few hours staring up at the ceiling, mourning over Petra's death since he made amends with Randy Orton. Braiden straightened himself up, wiping away the tears that had been running down from his green eyes. He took a deep breath and watched as his sister took a seat on the foot of his bed. "Hey Skye." He replied, looking at his sister. Both of them looked very similar at the moment, which was very rare for both of them. The two siblings had such a rivalry, trying to isolate each other from the family. Most of the time, Braiden was the one making Skye look like the family loser. Now, they were on the same boat. Both siblings had gone through the same tragedy, and it was like suddenly...they were on the same page without even saying much. Braiden took another deep breath, as he ran his fingers through his brown hair.
"Randy and I made up today." Braiden announced. Skye nodded, her hazel eyes staring at the beige carpet in Braiden's room. Braiden continued to watch his sister, seeing the misery taking over her. Braiden scooted himself over to the side of Skye, placing his strong hand on her trembling shoulder. Skye could feel the coldness of her older brother's hand touch her, sending the coldness right through her entire body. Skye shivered and then turned to Braiden, tears streaming down her face.
"Why did she have to die?! Why couldn't they take me?!" She asked, bawling. Braiden shrugged his shoulders and replied,
"I have no clue. Maybe God has another plan for her."
"Fuck! I wish he didn't! I want her here! I want everything to be normal again. I want things to be the way they were before. Before she died. I just wish I could go back in time and fix everything. I wish we drove her to Kimmy's. Then this wouldn't of have happened!" Skye hollered, wanting to get her hands around the neck of Jeff Hardy and just strangle him to death for killing her sister.
"So do I. I just wish everything was back to normal." Braiden practically whispered.
"Don't we all? I just want to ring his neck!" Skye exclaimed.
"Who?" Braiden questioned, his eyebrows raised. Before Skye could give her brother an answer, the doorbell ringed. Skye rose from her seat on Braiden's bed and walked out of the room, leaving her brother without an answer. Skye made her way down to the door to open the door. When she opened it, she saw Randy Orton standing there with his arms wide open. She leaped into his arms and began to sob on his shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're here!" She cried, leaning on his shoulder. Randy led her into the shoulder and began to pat her lightly on the back.
"It's ok, Skye. I'm never going to leave you."
//You gave me wings and made me fly. You touched my hand, I could touch the sky. I lost my faith, you gave it back to me. You said no star was out of reach. You stood by me and I stood tall. I had your love, I had it all. I'm grateful for each day you gave me. Maybe I don't know that much, but I know this much is true. I was blessed because I was loved by you.\\
A week passed and so did Petra's funeral. It was a tragic event for all. Practically the entire town showed up, including her classmates from her elementary school and practically the entire student body of Vincent K. McMahon High. Hell, even Hunter and the Gang were there to show their support for their buddy Braiden. Skye had written a poem for her younger sister, hardly able to read it because she was in tears for a better part of the ceremony. Randy stepped up to the podium and held Skye's hand, giving her the courage to go on.
It had been three days since Petra's funeral and Skye was spending the day at the Orton house. She was downstairs in the rec room, holding Randy's baby sister Anabelle in her arms. It was the first time she had been to Randy's house in ages, and the Ortons welcomed her with open arms. The moment she stepped into the house, Mr. and Mrs. Orton showered her with hugs and kisses, showing their sympathy. Skye smiled, glad to be welcomed in such a way. She hadn't gone back to school yet. She wasn't ready to face that world. She wanted to stay in her own. Skye rocked Anabelle in her arms, as Randy sat beside her. He placed his arm around her waist and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad you decided to come spend the day with me." Randy whispered, since Anabelle was starting to fall asleep. Skye looked at her boyfriend, beaming. Her mood was turning around and she was no longer moody.
"I'm glad too. Thank you so much for being there for me. You mean everything to me." Skye replied. Randy grinned and couldn't help but place a kiss on her soft lips.
"No problem. I'm always going to be there for you. Why? Because I love you, Skye. I love you more than anything."
"I love you too, Randy." She said to him, just as Anabelle cooed. The couple laughed and looked down at Randy's baby sister. Young Anabelle was smiling, her eyes slowly closing, nodding off to her dream land.
//You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach. You gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am, because you loved me.\\
The bell rang and Skye Alexander was back to her normal self, rushing around her locker to gather her books for her next class. Randy watched, laughing as his girlfriend shoved a couple of books which had slid out back into her locker. She slammed her locker door shut and rushed over to Randy, who placed an arm around her. The door made their way to their Biology class. As they walked the halls, they received more stares than usual. The student body wasn't completely used to them being a couple yet, even if they had been going out for almost a year now. But the students were looking more than usual this time. As Skye and Randy walked by them, they heard whispers. "I heard she killed her own sister." One person whispered. Whispers and secrets filled the hallways. Skye heard a few, not believing the crap that these people were making up. She was hardly able to take it anymore. The couple entered the classroom and took their seats. Skye looked at Randy.
"Can you believe this? Some people are spreading rumors about me being the one who killed Petra." Randy shook his head in disbelief.
"Don't listen to them, Skye. I bet you it's that blabbermouth Christian. He's always making up shit like that. It's never true."
//You were always there for me. The tender wind that carried me. A light in the dark, shining your love into my life. You've been my inspiration. Through the lies, you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you.\\
Randy Orton held his girlfriend in his arms as they waited for their ride. The couple had just stepped out of the movie theatre and were now waiting for Skye's father to pick them up. The couple were whispering to each other, just making each other's lives better as they heard footsteps behind them. A lot of footsteps. Randy turned around first, his body covering Skye's face from seeing anything. His light blue eyes caught sight of Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Ric Flair, Billy Kidman, Dwayne Johnson and Shane McMahon standing there. They all had the same snarl on their face, as Randy spoke up. "Look guys. Why don't you leave because I'm not up for this right now."
"Shut up, Orton. Just because we were at the funeral, doesn't mean that we actually like you guys now. We were there because of our buddy Braiden, not because of your pathetic girlfriend. Where's she hiding anyways?" Hunter asked, evil in his voice. Skye poked her head out from behind Randy.
"I'm right here, asshole." She said, bitterness in her voice. She didn't like Hunter and his friends, even if they did show sympathy at the funeral. Some things will never change.
"Awww, Skye! Why are you so bitter? Is it because your sister died?" Billy questioned, a tone of mock sympathy in his voice. Skye's temper began to flare.
"Don't mention her! She's an angel and you're not worthy to talk about her!" Skye exclaimed in rage. Randy began to rub Skye's back, trying to calm her down.
"Petra, Petra, Petra!" Ric Flair teased, causing everybody in his group of no-good friends to laugh.
"SHUT UP, FLAIR!" Randy Orton shouted, his temper now raising. He could tell his girlfriend was going to break down soon.
"You can't do shit, Orton! You're nothing!" Ric Flair told him, causing Randy to let go of Skye to throw a punch to Ric. The punch was so forceful that Ric flew back and Dwayne Johnson caught him. Shane McMahon stepped into the middle of it all.
"Stop! Just stop! We'll deal with these losers later. Let's just go see our movie." Shane said.
"Listen to the brat. Go see your movie." Skye replied, glaring at them all. They grunted, walking into the theatre as Marco Alexander, Skye's father pulled up to the curb. Skye took Randy by the hand and whispered, "Thank you" as they entered the vehicle.
//You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach. You gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am, because you loved me. I'm everything I am, because you loved me.\\