Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Linda.
Note: Thanks Cleo Orton for the review. It means a lot.
----In John and Linda's room----
"John are you okay?" Linda asked while John was throwing up into the toilet.
"Yeah...Just had too much to drink." John replied.
They walked back up to the room and right then, there was a knock at the door. Linda went to answer the door and found that it was Randy.
"Hey Randy." Linda said
"Hey. Can I come in?" Randy asked.
"Yeah sure. Sorry about that. John's on the bed."
"No problem. Thanks. Hey dude how you feeling?"
"Not bad bro. Just need some much needed rest although I don't want to go to sleep cause I hate how I'm going to feel in the morning."
"Yeah I know what you mean. I'll let you go to sleep. I'll come over in the morning so we can go get some breakfast. Bye."
"Yeah later dawg." John responded.
Randy then said his goodbyes and left their room.
Linda climbed onto her bed and just laid there for a while thinking. She could hear John already sleeping with his barely audible snores. I guess someone had a drunken time. She gave a slight laugh careful not to wake anyone. She thought about the time she had at the club and she realized she enjoyed Adam's company very much. Maybe Adam is way better then Randy, at least he notices me. He's also sweet and kind and my prince charming. With that in mind, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Knock. Knock.
Linda woke up to the knocking noise and saw that John was still asleep. She quickly got out of the bed and went to the door so that the person on the other side would stop knocking so they wouldn't wake up John. When she opened the door she saw Randy with a surprised but satisfied look on his face. Linda was confused by his look, but after three seconds she realized why he was like that and went to grab her robe.
"Pink silk looks good on you" Randy said.
"I was in a rush. Don't criticize. I was scared you were going to wake John up when you were knocking" replied Linda.
"If I was John, I would have preferred waking up to that sight. He might forget that he is going to get a hangover."
"Whatever. You're..." Linda began but stopped when she heard a loud groan coming from John's bed.
"You woke him up." Randy said.
"Shut up. You did just as much." An irritated Linda said.
"Why are you guys talking so loud?" John said. He slowly starts sitting up and gets wide-eyed when he sees what Linda is wearing. Must be to impress Orton. She knew he was going to be here, so she goes wearing the sexiest night gown. Man, I wish I was Randy, he mostly gets the girl, but this one is special.
Randy laughed, "Same reaction."
"You guys are so immature, you guys can talk or whatever you guys do, and I'll go change so none of your eyes will fall out" Linda said.
She went to her luggage and picked out a mini jean skirt and a light blue shirt. She then went to her other luggage and brought out a 1-inch high baby blue heel. She gave them a stern look and went to the bathroom to change. John went to lie down again because the hangover was killing him. Randy walked over to go wake John up so they can go get some breakfast.
"Dude. Wake up. You can't keep a girl waiting for a long time or they start complaining. Besides do you want someone else being with her without your supervision" Randy said.
"You mean other then you. 'Same reaction.' Besides, why would she want to go to breakfast with me, when she is dress to impress you" John replied.
"John, I don't like her. Why can't you get that through your head? If I liked her, then I'd start doing something. Since I don't like her, I'm just going to be her friend"
Unbeknownst to the two of them, Linda heard the last part about Randy not liking her. Linda opened the door and walked out thinking. I guess he is way out of my league. I guess I'll just drop my silly little crush and move onto Adam. Adam. He was so sweet and charming. Why can't Randy be more like him? Come to think of it, why do I like Randy? Am I that shallow to just like Randy because of his looks? No, there has to be another reason that I like him. Right? I can't be that...awful. Linda didn't want to spend the day with them anymore. She couldn't stand looking at Randy now. If I look at him, I'll just be reminded how shallow I am. I can't take that. I don't want to be an awful person. I'm not like that. I need to change. Starting with my CRUSH on Randy Orton. As if on cue, her phone starts ringing. She rushes over to see whose calling. The caller id shows up a number, but she doesn't know who it is.
