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Randy let go of Stacy and ran after the photographer that had taken a picture of the two passionately kissing. Randy ran towards a dead end and lost hope, he wasn't going to catch the photographer in time. He kicked the dirt with his shoes and cursed aloud making Stacy hear from across the sidewalk. He walked back to her obviously angry but unlike Stacy's ex boyfriend who would take his anger out on her; Randy comforted her and asked her if she was okay. "I'm fine, Randy, but, uh, what do you think that guy would do with that photo?" Stacy asked trembling because she was both scared and cold. "Babe, you're shaking, here," He wrapped his leather jacket around her slender body as they walked back to Randy's car, his arms around her body. "I mean, there's no such thing as wrestling tabloids so I guess it won't get as much attention, maybe a wrestling site or something but babe, we're together now and a lot of people know about it backstage. Is there a problem with your fans knowing about us or something?" He asked. "I'm just worried Andrew might see it." She replied trembling.

Randy woke up the next day to the sound of Stacy's hair dryer, "Babe, keep it down." He said audibly while he wrapped his head with a soft pillow. "Sorry, babe, I didn't know this thing could wake you up," She said as she walked out of the bathroom waking the 24 year-old up completely. He closed his eyes and opened them back to make sure he wasn't dreaming because right there in front of him was his girlfriend wearing only her bra and panties. "Stop staring at me like that!" She said throwing a pillow at his gawking face. "Can't help it, you just look awesome." Randy replied his eyes fixed on her. She shook her head and walked back inside the bathroom as Randy watched her every move.

Randy got up from the bed and with no idea what to do he grabbed his laptop and logged on to use the internet. He went to a backstage wrestling news site which he read frequently to see what people from outside the business knew about what was supposed to be kept secret. He waited for the site to load as he listened to Stacy's voice singing in the shower. His cute little grin quickly changed into a stunned look after his gaze turned to the screen. "Stacy, come here quick," Randy said as Stacy came out with a robe covering her body. "What," She asked as Randy pointed to the top of the list of news. Stacy's jaw dropped as she read the subject, "EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS: Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler making out!!!" Randy clicked on the subject as they both sat on the bed watching the computer change its page. "This is a picture taken by one of our photographers last night near a Ben & Jerry's in Calgary Alberta Canada where RAW took place. After RAW one of our men saw the two leaving together in a blue sports car most likely Orton's and they headed to a hotel for dinner. Unfortunately our photographer wasn't able to get a picture because of the chances he would be caught. But after taking a walk while eating ice cream the two made out and our photographer took the risk of taking a picture. Here it is:" Randy read aloud as he scrolled down and saw a picture of them kissing with Stacy's back against the brick wall. "Credit from wrestling " He finished realizing that from what he had just read it would be at the top of all wrestling news sites right now. He closed the laptop computer and turned to Stacy whose eyes looked so worried. "Babe," He said softly pulling her into a hug.

The banging on their hotel door grew louder as finally a showered Randy and Stacy opened it. "I saw it," Paul said as Stephanie followed in behind her husband. "You did," Randy asked plopping on the bed facing Paul and Stephanie who sat on the couch. "Practically all internet sites have it. Sure, Dave, Ric, and I weren't there to spy on you but man; it's as if the whole world's knows now." Paul said. Randy buried his face in his hands, "I don't know, Stacy's afraid Andrew would see this." He said turning to Stacy and rubbed her back. "Don't worry; we won't let Andrew in this." Paul assured.

News seemed to spread fast backstage that when the two couples arrived in the arena whispers filled their ears. Randy and Stacy turned a bright red as they passed the hall that seemed like it never ended. "Randy, I think tonight, I'll stay with the girls. I'll sleep in their hotel room too." Stacy said as they began to turn to Evolution's locker room. Randy pulled her aside so no one would see. "What the hell are you talking about? I have to be there to protect you from Drew. Stacy," He said before his girlfriend cut him off. "Randy, I think I should stay with the girls because I know Drew would be more upset if I was with you." She finished before walking away.

After a long drive to their next hotel Randy left his bags near the door and lied down on the bed thinking about Stacy. He got up and called for the hotel clerk. "Uh, hello, can I please have Miss Keibler's room number." He said to the woman on the other line. "Her room number is 521, anything else you need, sir?" She informed before Randy said he didn't need anything. He hung up and went outside his room to see his girlfriend.

"Hold on," Trish said as she got up from the bed and opened the door to Randy Orton. "Randy," She said as Stacy looked up from the magazine she was reading meeting Randy's blue eyes. "I told you not to come here," She replied softly as he closed the door behind him. "I'm sleeping here with Trish." Stacy added walking towards him. "Babe, I'm just worried about this whole thing, it's really confusing and tricky and Andrew can be intimidating and I just get really nervous for you." Randy explained his eyes imploring for him to stay in the room. "You know what, Stacy, you can have this room, and I can room in with Amy." Trish suggested as she began to get her bag. "No, Trish, I can sleep on the couch, I think it would be better for Andrew to find out you were in here." Randy explained. "Thanks guys," Stacy said hugging them both.

Randy's cell phone rang and saw that it was from his best friend, John Cena. "Hey man, I heard about you and Stacy and dude, I saw the picture, congratulations, I guess." John said who was at a different state touring with Smackdown. "Sorry I haven't updated you with stuff; it's just that so many things have happened these past few weeks that I forgot about telling you." Randy replied as both Trish and Stacy watched him intently. "Its cool man, just what's up, I heard you were kind of upset. I don't get it I thought you'd be happy with Stacy?" John said. "Yeah I feel great Stacy and I are together now but there's some problems we have to work out. Actually Andrew's the problem, he can't accept this whole relationship thing and it's as if he's trying to get back at Stacy or something, it's all confusing but I can explain it next Tuesday." Randy replied scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, see you in New York." John finished as they both hung up. "So," Stacy began as she sat beside Trish on the King sized bed. "It was John, he was asking about us." Randy answered while getting a pillow and resting on the couch. "What did you tell him?" She asked curiously. "I told him about the whole Andrew thing and I said I'll explain further next week. Speaking of next week, I want to take you to the loft John and I bought. It's amazing and I want you to come with me." He said with a keyed up look on his charming face. Stacy hesitated the invitation but Trish shoved her playfully making Stacy say yes. "Cool, night guys," Randy said before kissing Stacy good night and lying on the uncomfortable sofa.

"So, what's up with you two?" Randy heard the two girls talking as he woke up. Deciding that he wanted to hear maybe just a teeny bit of their conversation he pretended to be asleep. "What do you mean what's up?" Stacy said giving Trish a weird look. "I mean did you guys do it?" Trish asked her eyes widening every second past her question. "What do you mean? What it," Stacy asked back knowing full well what "it" Trish was talking about. "Don't play dumb with me, Keebs, I know you know what I'm talking about," Trish replied hitting Stacy with a pillow. "Women," Randy muttered forgetting he was supposed to be asleep. "Did you hear that?" Stacy asked looking from Trish to Randy who looked so cute asleep. "Hear what, don't even change the subject." Trish replied looking at Stacy before looking at what she was staring at. "Keebs, he's your man already, stop staring." Trish added. "So anyway did you guys do it, because from what I read and heard you guys were in your underwear the night Andrew caused the whole turmoil." Trish said. "Read, heard, you found out that way?" Stacy asked confused. "Keebs, word's going around backstage and I heard some people reading it off the internet. I don't know why but some people said that they got it from Andrew's site." Trish explained as Stacy cursed herself. "I'm so sorry that this is going around but did you guys do it?" Trish added. Stacy threw a pillow at her friend face. Boy, could Trish make her laugh even at the toughest situations. "No, we didn't we just stripped down to our underwear but that's it. I swear," Stacy admitted. "So you're still a virgin?" Trish asked surprising Randy and making him cough several times. "Is he okay?" Trish asked. "Don't know, do you think he's awake." Trish shook her head but then it wasn't convincing but they shrugged it off anyway.

"Okay open your eyes," Randy said uncovering her eyes so she can see his and John's NY penthouse. "Oh my gosh, it's amazing," she said amazed before running to look at the view. She ran to the balcony and looked at the view of New York's skyscrapers. John went out of his room with a toothbrush in his mouth. It was noon and he probably had just finished lunch. "Hey man," John greeted giving Randy a quick hug. "Hey," He replied breaking the hug as he glanced over to Stacy who was leaning on the railing of the balcony. John glanced over at what he was looking and pulled John near the kitchen bar. "What," Randy said. "Man, you didn't tell me you were bringing her. You're supposed to come here to stay out of trouble." John lowered his voice. "Hey, I can stay out of trouble, what's the deal?" Randy asked chuckling over John's overreaction. "Drew, he might come in, you know how info goes around backstage." John blurted before realizing that Stacy was coming their way. "Don't worry about it, if it's the place you're worried about him thrashing, don't worry about it. No one will let him in." Randy reassured before Stacy came to them and greeted John, "Incredible place," she mentioned smiling at both guys. "Hey how about a tour," She asked Randy poking him on the side. "Hey that tickles," Randy said as the walked to a room in the right. "Know I know where your ticklish spots are!" Stacy exclaimed before going into Randy's room.

"Chinese's the best," Randy said as he took a bite off his fried rice. "You're such a pig!" Stacy said before taking a bite off hers. "You should see John when he eats, anyway, where's John, his food's getting cold. "John," Randy screamed twice before he came out with an ice pack on his eye. "What happened to you?" Randy asked concerned. John had picked up the food downstairs and when he went up he immediately went to the bathroom not letting the two see what happened to him. "Orton, we need to talk," John said pulling him into the kitchen. "What," Randy asked. "You know who fucking did this to me?" John asked angrily. "Dude, chill, that's why I asked." Randy replied. "That bastard, Andrew did this to me, he's been stalking Stacy and he fucking killed me in front of fucking Mr. Wong's because he wanted to fucking know where the fucking hell you are!" John bellowed forgetting that Stacy had heard what he said. "Look man, I'm so sorry, please," Randy pleaded as only John glowered at him. "Come on John, please, I'll take care of this." Randy begged. "You know what, Randy, this girl, I know how you feel for her but man you being with her is killing you, me, and everyone else!" John bawled before coming out seeing Stacy was not in the dining room. "Stacy," Randy screamed trying to look for her as John eyed him carefully. "Dude, I know you're freaking mad at me but Stacy's missing and I need your help." Randy said but John shrugged his shoulders. He handed Randy the wireless phone as he dialed Stacy's cell. "Come on, come on, it's dead,"

Sorry for the really boring chapter.

I think the last paragraph is the only dramatic one.

Some questions to linger on your minds:

What does Randy think about Stacy being a virgin?

Will Andrew ever go to jail?

Where the hell is Stacy?