A/N: Ok RAW sucked... And you know why I'd say it sucked! But as much as I hate to say it, it was cute... Randy saving Stacy was cuter than John saving Torrie... I DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT!!!! x-( But hey at least Torrie put up a fight when Rene attacked her unlike Stacy... Sorry, I'm anti-Stacy at the moment but they were still somewhat cute. I have to get it out of my system...

For the long-ass wait, here'sa long-ass chapter xD

Chapter Seventeen

"Here we are," smiled Randy nervously, Torrie wrapped her arm around his waist, comforting him. There they stood, on the porch of Torrie's parents home. The entire house was nicely decorated with bright lights and

"You'll be fine!" she assured him. God, he looked so hot, sporting his spanking new black Armani suit, which cost far more than your average suit. Of course he wore his favourite black pants, the one he wore on special occasions only, those we the same ones he had worn the first time they had met. He looked so neat in his satin crimson blouse with a matching tie, done up nicely. He wore a smirk on his face, his eyes dazzling and his teeth sparkling. Those dimples were so adorable you'd just want to poke at them and his cheeks were just asking to be pinched. "You look great by the way!"

"You look mighty fine yourself," he winked as he too wrapped his arm around her waist. He was right, she wasn't looking bad either, wearing a trendy red Galliano dress that reached her knees with a T-shaped diamond brooch pinned on the thing left strap of her dress.

"I'm so cold…" she shivered, wrapping her thin black shawl around herself.

"Well at least you look hot," he added. "Not literally hot, hot as in you know… sexy hot…"

"Let's get inside," she suggested with a smile as she knocked on the wooden doorframe.

"They're here!" Torrie's mother screamed frantically.

"How embarrassing…" Torrie sighed as she shook her head.

"I'm sure they're not," Randy smirked as she straightened his shirt and fixed his tie. The doors opened and there stood Torrie's mother Lana, grinning like a psychopath.

"TORRIE!" she cried as she threw her arms at Torrie, pulling her into a hug… more like a bear hug actually.

"Help…" Torrie mouthed to Randy. Lana let go of Torrie and turned to Randy.

"Well this must be Randy!" Lana smiled.

"Yes ma'am," Randy smiled politely as he put his hand out and shook Lana's. "Thank you for having me in your home tonight."

"Oh don't worry about it," she giggled as she twirled her hair with her index finger. Torrie rolled her eyes at her embarrassing mother. "Please come inside!"

The three stepped inside the warm, cosy house. Torrie closed her eyes as she allowed the aroma from the kitchen to tantalise her, she took a big whiff before exhaling again.

"Smells great!" she chuckled excitedly.

"Yes it does," agreed Randy as she licked his lips and raised his eyebrows. "Nice place." The house looked exactly the same as it was, except lots of Christmas decorations had been added to the halls and the rooms.

"Let me get your suit for you," Lana offered, smiling angelically at Randy.

"Oh no, don't worry," Randy said shaking his head. "I'm fine thank you…"

"Oh no I insist!"

"Oh no it's fine…"

"Randy, let her take it…" sighed Torrie. Randy nodded and removed his suit.

"Thank you," said Randy courteously, Lana smiled as she turned to Torrie and the smile quickly faded.

"Take that to your room dear," she demanded. Torrie's jaw dropped.

"What?"

"Run along dear," Lana said as she lay his suit in her hands.

"Mom!" she whined, but Lana scurried off into the kitchen as Randy laughed. "That's not fair…"

"Do as you are told young lady," Randy teased. Torrie climbed up the stairs and paused.

"You don't get to sleep in my room tonight!" she said sticking her tongue out childishly before running upstairs.

"Hey that's not fair!" he called out as he ran after her. He caught up to her upstairs and pinned her against the wall in the hallway.

"Now this isn't fair," she said as tried to move. Randy had held Torrie's hands against the wall, she cheekily dropped his suit to the ground.

"You didn't!" he gasped as he saw his suit lying messily on the ground.

"Oops!" she giggled sarcastically.

"You're gonna pay!" he warned her in a seductive manner. He pressed himself up against her, their lips only inches apart. They stared at each other dead in the eye, their breathing was short but faster. Tension!

Before the two got the chance to crush their lips together someone interrupted them.

"I'll pretend I didn't see that…" Matt, Torrie's younger brother, said as he shook his head, closed the door to his room and headed down stairs.

"Shit…" sighed Torrie as she slid down and picked Randy's suit up. Randy closing his eyes with a sigh of disappointment and thinking of how perfect that moment could've been.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "That was stupid…"

"Don't be…" she said as she headed to her room to place the coat on her bed. He followed her.

"That's just a preview for tonight anyway…" he teased, nibbling the side of her neck. Torrie gulped, unsure of what he meant. She just begged it wouldn't make it harder to break up with him…

"Like my room?" she asked as she span around swinging her arms, getting away from him.

"I love it," he answered as he examined the place. A very girly room, with baby pink walls and violet lace curtains and a king sized bed with a pink soft linen bed sheet and pink duvet and pink pillow covers. "Very pink…"

"I was nineteen ok?" she answered slapping him lightly on the chest. She flipped off the lights and left the room. "Let's go downstairs…"

"Great party huh?" asked Heather was she offered John another glass of champagne.

"Yeah," John answered, obviously lying. How could it have been great? There was hardly anyone there! Except for Heather's stuck-up relative who disliked every bit of John. But hey, at least he dressed up! In a nice suit, clean white blouse and a black bow tie. Heather chose it for him. Personally, John would've chosen an outfit, which he could wear and breathe in at the same time…

He loosened his bow tie and wiped the sweat off his brow. It was like a million degrees in that ballroom or something. Heather pranced off when she saw her girlfriends at the door. The party was full of young girls, it seemed like all the managers, usually older, middle-aged men, had their own Christmas dinner's to attend to… with their family or someone special. John sighed and wished he could be with someone special. He wondered what she was doing right this instant. Breaking up with Randy he had hoped. This party was a waste of time…

"John!" she yelled from across the noisy room. Suddenly she and a crowd of girls approached him. John gulped.

"Yes?" he asked nervously.

"Hey John, meet my school friends!" she giggled. They were all tiny, preppy, rich teenage girls with no boyfriends and no life. They all giggled when they saw in and smiled flirtatiously. Heather introduced them one by one, not really remembering what their names were but yet he shook all of their hands.

"You're like totally cute!" cooed a rather plump girl.

"Yeah! She's sooo right! Like Heather is sooo lucky!" snorted another girl. John allowed them to admire him but after a few seconds the swarm of 'flies' had spotted another guy, one of Heather's cousins, not nearly as good looking as John was of course, but he was rich! John shook his head and watched them leave.

"Didn't you use to have brown hair?" asked Torrie's stepfather, Terry. They were all sitting in the living hall, patiently waiting for other guests to arrive. Randy had wanted to get to the party early, and now that Torrie's stepfather was questioning him, he wished he had come later!

"My hair is brown Sir," answered Randy as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, chugging down more wine.

"No it's not," he answered, flipping through the pages of his business magazine. "It's dark brown! Didn't you use to have light brown hair?"

"No Sir, you must be mistaken…" Randy replied. Torrie couldn't help but noticed that he was sweating like a pig. From the corner of her eyes she noticed her three brothers, Tim, Travis and Matt, glaring at poor Randy.

"Aren't you the wrestling boyfriend?" Terry asked as he furrowed his eyebrows, chucking the magazine aside.

"Yes,"

"Aren't you John?" he asked.

"Shit." Torrie muttered as she slapped her forehead. Randy blushed embarrassedly. Poor guy. First, getting interrogated was bad enough and getting mixed up with John. Torrie was surprised her step dad even remembered John, but the point was it was an extremely awkward moment for the both of them.

"No Sir, I'm Randy," he said. "Randy Orton."

"You're champ now aren't you?" asked Travis. Torrie shot a look at Travis and mouthing 'Shut up!' at him.

"Yes," Randy answered.

"You're not very good…" added Matt. Randy's jaw dropped, he was speechless. He turned tot Torrie who was cursing her brother under her breath, the three sat calmly, smiling from ear to ear. The doorbell rang… thank goodness! Everyone left the hall to answer the door, leaving Randy and Torrie alone.

"I'm so sorry," she apologised as she ran her hand through her hair with a long sigh. "My brothers are always like that… and my dad…"

"It's fine…" shrugged Randy. "I know about you and John… it's cool you know, whatever…"

Torrie could tell he pretended not to be hurt, but she could tell by the disheartened gleam in his eyes. Her phone rang, it was John. She allowed it to ring and sat by Randy, holding his hand.

"Aren't you gonna get that?" he chuckled. She smiled as she hurried to the kitchen and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Yo babe, you done it yet?"

"Hey John… no I haven't. Isn't it a bit harsh, I mean it IS Christmas after all…" she explained. John got aggravated, he knew she was trying to make an excuse.

"Do it as soon as possible Tor,"

"But he just keeps reminding me that he has a 'surprise' for me! I'm just scared that he'll…"

"He'll what?"

"…Propose," she answered hesitantly. John bit his lip. "What will I say then?"

"That's why you've got to break it to him before that…"

"How though? I can't make him leave halfway through the dinner,"

"Well then after dinner."

"Then don't rush me!"

"Fine I won't. Bye!" said a fuming John as he hung up. Torrie wiped the tears away from her eyes and placed her cell phone back into her bag.

"Who was that?" asked Randy.

"Wrong number…" Torrie lied, sniffing.

"Are you crying?!" asked Randy in shock as he cupped her face.

"No, it's just a little flu… I must've gotten a chill when we were outside…"

"Poor baby," he cooed as he wrapped his arms around her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She closed her eyes and stayed like that for a moment.

"New cologne?" she asked.

"How did you know?" he answered in a surprised tone. Of course she knew, now he didn't smell like John anymore. And maybe that was a good thing.

"I just guessed," she smiled.

"Good guess," he chuckled as he kissed her forehead.

"I love you," she said randomly, her eyes then fluttering open as she realised what had just happened. She had just said those three words, usually he was the one who'd say it too her first, hardly ever the other way around. Did this mean something?

"I love you so much," he replied, tightening the embrace, as he too closed his eyes.

"You sounded mad…" said a familiar voice. John felt a hand rub his shoulder then the back of his neck. It was Heather.

"That was m-my…sister," he lied, turning around to face her. "She's mad that I couldn't be with them for Christmas…"

"Slut," Heather spat. John furrowed his eyebrows. "Who does she think she is?"

"Emm… she IS family after all," John said, still annoyed at her.

"Who cares? I mean I didn't invited my sister to my party…"

"What?"

"I mean, what if she tried to steal you from me?" scoffed Heather. "That's totally not cool!"

"Sure…"

"Well anyway, listen up. I'm going to go make an announcement so come to the front!" she chuckled absurdly as she dragged him through the crowd. She had her back to John and brought something out of her handbag. She fumbled up the stairs as she accidentally tripped whilst making her way on stage. John looked away embarrassedly. She picked up the microphone and cleared her throat.

"Could I have your attention please!" she announced. The chattering stop and everyone turned their attention to Heather, who chuckled.

"John Cena," she shouted. John looked up at her in shock. "Mark my word people! That is a name you will remember!"

"Oh no…" he mumbled to himself nervously. She was going to make an idiot of him…

"Not only is he a rapping phenomenon…" she continued to say. John was surprised that she actually knew how to say the word 'phenomenon'. "But… he's is now officially my fiancé!"

"Fuck…" John muttered as a spotlight shone on him. Everyone turned to him and clapped, congratulating him too. Heather pulled out something from behind her, it was a small box, she then pulled out an enormous diamond ring and slipped it on the slender middle finger of her left hand.

"He proposed to me just now! I love him SO much!" she giggled. A single drop of sweat trickled down the right side of John's forehead and down his face, his breathing doubled and his heart was pounding thrice as fast. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't think! What was he going to tell Torrie?