The Journey

Chapter 15: Blue Eyes of the Past

September 17, 2004

A/N: Hey ya'll! I love writing this story so far, so I couldn't help but update once again. For those of you who were wondering what happened to Randy, you'll find out in this chapter. I'm sorry that I may have 'fast forwarded' the story too far, but I feel like the story is where it should be right now for my plot. So, keep reviewing. These next couple of chapters should keep you on the edge of your seats.

"Uh, thank you." Trish quickly grabbed the juice and tried her best to hide her face. 'Dear God please don't let him notice me, please!' Trish prayed to herself silently.

"Mommy, I want cookies!" Joey darted to the cookie isle, leaving Trish behind.

"Excuse me?" The young man who had helped her gather the juice taped her on the shoulder.

"Yes?" Trish answered, not bothering to turn around.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you to be someone else." The man looked at her funny then shrugged it off.

"Phew, that was close." Trish sighed. Truth was, the man didn't mistake her. It was her alright. And like it or not, it was him. Him being the blue eyes of her past. Him being an ex friend, an ex lover, father to her son. Him being Randy Orton.

When Trish and Joey arrived at the house, Joey thought it would be a good idea to go have a picnic on the beach. So Trish packed up a few sandwiches and chips along with pickles and other snacks with drinks. Joey grabbed his body board and they headed out.

While at the beach, Trish tanned in her light blue bikini while Joey rode the waves. Trish continued to yell at him for going too far out, but somehow he always seemed to go right back over his head. While busy watching Joey, Trish saw some very familiar faces coming her way.

'Shit! I can't let them see me." Trish said to herself. It was Randy and CINDY SOMERS?

"Mom! Mom!" Joey screamed for his mother.

"Wha, what?" Trish stuttered, shocked by seeing Cindy with Randy.

"Watch me Mom, I can skim board!" Joey ran on the board as he slid across the beach, half of the board on the water, half on the sand.

"Joey, watch ou..." Trish couldn't finish warning him as he ran smack dab into Randy.

"You okay?" Randy picked up the boy from the sand.

"Yea, thanks." Joey dusted the sand off of his body.

"Joey!" Trish harshly called for him.

"Uh, sorry." Joey apologized, and then ran back to Trish.

"That's okay." Randy snickered, remembering what it was like to be his age.

"Joey, watch where you're going next time." Trish advised.

"You forgot your board." Randy walked up to the little boy. Trish crossed her fingers hoping that her sunglasses would be enough disguise for now.

"Thanks. I was too busy getting yelled at by my mother to remember it." Joey smirked as Randy tried his best not to laugh.

"JOEY TRENT!" Trish shot at him.

"TRISH ANNE!" Joey shot at her. Oh no, he called her name.

"Trish?" Randy looked at the blonde woman and the little boy in a confusing manner.

"Yea, that's my mom's name. Trish Stra..." Trish had by now put her hand firmly over Joey's mouth.

"It was very nice meeting you. Maybe we'll see yah around." Trish smiled then walked away with her hand still covering Joey's mouth.

"Why did you do that?" Trish asked.

"All I did was tell him your name."

"Well don't ever do that again, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" Trish whispered, although Randy could clearly hear the conversation.

"Okay, fine. I won't do it again." Joey shrugged, not knowing why Trish was making such a big deal out of it all. He grabbed his board and then headed in the water again.

"We need to talk. Now." Randy approached Trish once again.

"Uh, I'm not sure what about. I don't know you. You don't know me." Trish stuttered, hoping to God he didn't know.

"Yeah, you know me and I know you Trish." Randy locked eyes with her as she threw her sunglasses on Joey's towel.

"Fine. Busted. Satisfied?" Trish gave up.

"No. No Trish, I'm not. I want to know why."

"I don't think this is neither the time nor the place to discuss anything." Trish eyed him carefully.

"Well, can we talk somewhere else then?"

"Joey's here." Trish reminded him.

"Can I meet you for dinner tonight?" Randy desperately wanted to talk to her about so many things.

"I don't know."

"Don't you think I at least deserve dinner?"

"Alright, fine."

"I'll meet you at Aubrey's at six."

"Okay." Trish agreed as Randy returned to Cindy and Trish focused her attention on Joey and tanning.

That night...

Trish called her sister to watch Joey so that she could meet Randy for dinner. She wore blue jeans from Abercrombie and a white tank top with tennis shoes. She wore her hair down in curls. Then she headed out to meet the 'blue eyes of her past'.

"Trish, why did you leave?" Randy asked her once they were seated in the restaurant.

"Because I loved you and I didn't want you to give up your dreams for me."

"Don't you see Trish?" Randy sighed. "You were my dreams."

"I had to leave Randy."

"Why did you make it so hard for any of us to find you? We didn't even know if you were safe, or the baby for that matter. And how could you keep my child from me for this long?"

"I didn't want to be found because I knew you and Tor and Steph would all try to convince me to come back home. Then you would've given up wrestling. I couldn't let that happen. And I'm sorry for keeping Joey away from you, but I've done really good raising him by myself."

"So what are you saying? That I can't help you raise him or something?"

"No, Randy."

"Trish, do you have any idea how hurt I was when you left a note on my door saying I'm gone. Love, Trish?"

"I'm sorry."

"You broke my heart! I was in love with you! You were my life, Trish! My life!"

"You don't think I felt anything for you? I loved you! Don't you understand that's why I did what I did?"

"Do you still love me?"

"What?"

"Do you still love me?" Before Trish could answer, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Trish, meet me at the hospital." Trish's sister's voice was shaky as she spoke.

"Why, what happened? What's wrong?"

"Trish, he was playing basketball with some kids when the ball rolled across the road. He went to get it and...and...he was hit by a car."

"Oh my god!" Trish suddenly felt her entire world closing in on her. "Okay, I'll be right there."

"What's wrong?" Randy asked.

"It's Joey. I have to go to the hospital."

"I'll drive you. He's my son too." And with that, they broke the speed limit to get to the hospital.

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