A/N: I'm back! First off… thanks for the reviews, people! Loved them, as usual. Mwah!
So John Cena, Kane and Stone Cold are having their own movies! That's so cool! I'd love to watch when those babies come out; I'm just not sure if they'll even reach the Philippines. I love them!
I'm wondering 'bout something. It's rule about song lyrics. If you didn't write them, don't print them. Does that mean we can't do songfics anymore? I'd love to do one, but I'm not sure if I should. Please do tell me!
I've been suffering from a case of writer's block almost this whole week. It was so bad! I don't know, I think I'm better now. I think.
A good part of this chappie is devoted to Randy and Stacy talking their hearts out. To each other. And despite my past fic experience, this is actually the FIRST TIME I'm writing something like this! So wish me luck!
Chapter Five
Randy Orton shouldered his black leather backpack and walked out the door as class was dismissed. He was busy popping his Metallica Black Album CD into his Discman when he heard a voice behind him. The sweet voice he always loved to hear, whether it was telling him off or not. Stacy.
"Randy?"
"Yeah?" he turned to face her and smiled softly. "Is there anything I can do?"
Her hair was resting on her shoulders, covering part of her face, but Randy could see that her cheeks were sort of red underneath. So I'm actually making her blush, now, huh? She looked down at the floor and looked back up at him again. "Well… I was just wondering if… I could talk to you about something."
"Of course you can. You always could." Randy leaned against the wall and smirked. "But I don't think you'd want to right now."
This time Stacy frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Them." Randy jerked his head. Popular as they both were, people had stopped everything and were staring at them. Some were even holding camera phones up to capture the scene.
Stacy slapped her hand on her forehead and sighed exasperatedly.
"Come on." Randy grabbed her hand and ran for the school exit, dragging her along with him. He took her out the school gates and toward his car. "Get in." He held the door open for her. "Then we'll talk about what you want to talk about."
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Torrie Wilson was looking for her swimming gear in her locker when a voice called out to her.
"Hey, Torr!" It was Amy Dumas, a pretty redhead who was one of their good friends and the drummer of Chris Jericho's band. Of course, Jericho was with her, and so was one of Jericho's friends …. … John Cena.
Torrie waved cheerfully. "Hi you guys! What's up?"
"Didn't you hear?" Amy leaned against the locker next to Torrie's. "Stace and Randy Orton were talking in the halls and everyone was staring at them. And they just ran out of school together, hand in hand and everything. They went off in Randy's car. The whole school's buzzing about it and all." She laughed. "Stace really does like him, huh?"
"I've known her forever. I think she does." Torrie nodded. "She just doesn't admit it."
"Well, she better admit it to him now," John added. "Randy I were supposed to go somewhere after school today."
John and Torrie met eyes. And to Chris and Amy's surprise, Torrie suddenly dumped her swimming gear back into the locker. "I think I'm skipping practice. I'm suddenly not feeling so good."
John smiled. "Want me to come with you to tell your coach?"
Torrie returned the smile. "Sure. See you later, you two," she said, addressing the last part to the two rockers. She and John walked off and disappeared down the hall.
Chris and Amy looked at each other and back in the direction of John and Torrie.
"Now that's just plain fishy…." Chris said.
000OOO000
Stacy sat in Randy's car, hugging her pink backpack. Beside her, on the driver's seat, Randy was driving in seemingly random directions, turning this street and that. He turned towards her and broke the silence.
"Stace, I'm sorry."
"Hmm?"
"Well, for what I did yesterday. It was totally impulsive, and… you didn't like it, did you? I'm sorry."
Stacy looked down at her lap. "It's alright, I guess. How come you let me off the hook today? That's… what I wanted to ask you." Her cheeks looked a little pink again.
Randy hit autopilot and looked straight into her eyes.
"I didn't want to make you hate me."
Stacy gasped and stared at him.
He continued. "I've liked you for a long time. If I made you hate me now, well… I'll never have a chance with you."
Stacy bit her lip. "You could have any other girl you wanted… And you always get them, right?"
"Well… I didn't really want them. What I really want is… someone who'll never be too cool to care. Someone who doesn't give a damn about how handsome I am, how famous I am… and all the other crap that I am… Someone not shallow. I want you, Stace. You don't hate me, do you?"
She shook her head no.
"Then what?"
"I don't know," she said softly. "I don't hate you… but I don't know what to think… You've been playing mind games with me, Randy, I'm confused here!"
"I'm sorry. But I'm not playing mind games now… I've told you what I wanted… what I've felt…" he reached over and took her face in his hand. "I'm not forcing to love me or even like me, okay? Your emotions are all yours."
She gave a slight smile and placed her hand over his. "Just give me some time to think it over. Is that okay with you?"
He nodded. "Whenever you're ready."
"Okay," she said. "Thank you. And… thanks, too, for what you did today."
"It was my fault, anyway." He turned autopilot off and grabbed the steering wheel. "Where do you want to go?"
"Well… I should be heading home." She smiled. "I do have a lot of thinking to do."
"Alright." He changed gears and drove. Like he knew which way to go.
"You know where my house is?" Stacy asked, surprised. Although I shouldn't really be surprised, with all the things he's said…
"Uhh… yeah." Randy looked out the window to hide his own red face. Now I don't need to tell her I've been following her home and looking up her window, right? Since the fourth grade… Naahh. "Want some music?"
"What do you have?" she asked.
He handed her a bunch of leather CD cases. She opened them and began flipping. "Metallica… Led Zeppelin… Ozzy Osbourne!"
Randy shrugged. "They're really good, you know?"
"Really? I don't really listen to rock, so I wouldn't know."
"They're old school rockers, so they're really talented, not like some of the newer bands we have. Here… why don't you take the Metallica case and get the CD with "Black Album" written on it?"
"This one?" Stacy held up a CD.
"Yeah. Pop it in and choose track 8," he directed. "It's the closest thing they have to boy band stuff."
Stacy did as he said, and the song NOTHING ELSE MATTERS came on. The lyrics were really sweet and deep, James Hetfield's voice was beautifully clear, and the melody was sad, romantic, and enchanting. It started off almost classical, and then began slowly turning rock, but even then the song remained beautiful.
The song was rather long, and before they both knew it, they were in front of Stacy's house.
"Oh my God, that is so…" Stacy said. "I love it!"
Randy laughed. A real-sounding laugh, unlike his usual arrogant one. "I knew you would. I do hope I'll have the same luck James Hetfield just had," he said.
Stacy smiled. "You know, James helped me a lot with the thinking I'm supposed to do… Well, see you!" she laughed as she shut the door and ran up the path to her house.
James helped me a lot with the thinking I'm supposed to do… Stacy's last words echoed in Randy's mind as her drove away. The lyrics of NOTHING ELSE MATTERS floated through his mind.
"Alright!" he celebrated, forgetting to turn and almost running over the fence in front of him
End of Chapter
A/N: So how did my first shot at romance go? I have to admit I had a lot of fun writing it, hehehe. You'll be having more of that in the later chapters, of course, so if there's anything you'd like you can always say so. I'm willing to improve!
Like Randy, I'm a Metallica fan, and Nothing Else Matters is one of my favorites. I've listened since I was about six. Or even younger. When I first heard the song I absolutely fell in love with it. I really wanted to place the lyrics here, but I'm not sure if I could.
If you didn't really get my last paragraphs, maybe you could try looking for the song on the net or somewhere. It's really good. In fact, I love the song so much, maybe I'll make it Randy and Stacy's song here in this fic.
Chapter Six: So Randy's made his feelings clear. What about Stace? And will everybody ever find out what's going on with John and Torrie?
I'll be meeting you there! Byeee! Mwah!