A/N: Well, I'm back! Hi peepz!

I'm might be sounding like a broken record here, but thanks for the reviews! As usual, they're the greatest, but they're starting to get me nervous! I have to have this fic live up to everything you guys said, so… Well, I'm willing to try! But again, thanks, they do inspire me to try to do better. Mwah!

Oh, and I just realized that there is a whole bunch of Filipino WWE fans here! That's cool… Hey you guys! Musta kayo?

And yanzell… thanks for telling me bout the songfic thing, really appreciated it. I already have this fic idea... it's based on two songs but I'm not writing the lyrics. I haven't written it, but it's RandyxStacy. RKO for SMK forever!

I noticed something about Sometimes I end my sentences with a question mark followed by an exclamation point. When I post it, it ends up with only the exclamation points. If anything sounded weird in the last chapters, well, it's because of that.

I don't know but I just love to write things like these, so I hope you don't mind if my author's notes are really long. Sorry.

I better shut myself up, so here's the fic:

Chapter Six:

"…and then they just ran off together, man!" Chris Jericho shook his head. He was telling his friend Randy Orton about how John Cena and Torrie Wilson bailed off on him and Amy Dumas. "It was really fishy."

Randy snorted. "Fishy? Isn't it obvious?"

"Isn't what obvious?"

He sighed. "They're together. Simple."

Chris looked shocked. "What? Just a few days ago John was just having this huge crush. They can't get together that fast... I think."

"You can never tell with John, though. I don't know for sure."

"Yeah. That's right." Suddenly, Chris remembered something. "Oh… speaking of running off… and speaking of fast… what's with you and the Stace, huh?"

Randy turned red. "We were just having a discussion…"

"Yeah… about what? Details, man. I want details," Chris pressed.

"Uhh… I told her… I liked her." Chris thought Randy couldn't possibly get any redder, but he certainly was.

"Way to go, man. Then?"

"Then, she said she'd think it over, and I promised to give her the time. And well… I do think I have a good chance." Randy smiled, thinking of the words Stacy had left.

Chris sighed. "You and John and your girls… I told you playing the field is easier…"

"It is, but it's not just as fulfilling, man." Randy looked at his friend. "You may go through some pain, but… well, you'll know when you find a girl you like, Chris. You know, not just for sex."

"Yeah, right!" Chris looked incredulous. "That'll be the day, Randy. That's your opinion, it's okay with me. But I'm still not sure I agree. Oh, did I tell you about my date with Jackie Gayda? You know… your beloved Stacy's cheer assistant?"

Randy glanced at his friend. "You know, I don't think I should have told you what Stacy and I talked about…"

"What! Why?"

"Man, you sound like a gossip queen."

000OOO000

"… and we're only telling them-" Torrie Wilson was talking when John Cena raised his hand to silence her in the middle of her sentence.

"Shh." John said. "Later. Stacy's coming."

"Oh. Hi Stace!" Torrie called to her best friend who was making her way towards her.

"Hi Tor! Hey, John." Stacy greeted them while looking suspiciously at their faces. They were both suddenly acting like nothing was going on. "You're telling who what?"

"Just…" Torrie thought quickly. "I was asking John if he could get the rest of the football team to help swim club with the fundraiser we're having. And… I'd love it if your cheer squad would help, too, Stace."

"Uhh… yeah, we could." Stacy said, though not believing in Torrie's words.

"So... Stace," John said. "You look nice today. How's Randy?"

"Thanks, John. Umm… he's fine? I don't know; I haven't seen him." Stacy fluffed her hair around her face again to cover her pink cheeks.

"No. I meant… never mind, Stace," John smiled knowingly. "You two take care, okay?" He waved and jogged off.

"Now what was that all about?" Torrie placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at her best friend."

"What?" Stacy shot back. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

"Why should you be saying that to me?" Torrie asked innocently.

"You two are together, right?" Stacy asked back.

Torrie played dumb. "Who, Stace?"

"You and John Cena, silly."

"Oh. We're together, alright. Talking together. Standing together." Now Torrie smiled, congratulating herself for her fast thinking.

"Torrie Wilson… I'm serious."

"I am, too! Believe me, Stace, we really were just talking. And I really was talking to him about the fundraising thing…"

Stacy sighed disbelievingly. "Whatever."

"Good! Now tell me what's with you and Randy."

"It's a secret."

"Stacy, that's not fair," Torrie whined.

Stacy only laughed.

"Tell me!" Torrie persisted.

"I'm not!" Stacy stood her ground. "Randy's not such an arrogant jerk, though. He's kind of nice, and there's something deeper underneath everything else…" the words tumbled out before she could stop them.

"So there really was something, huh?" Torrie smiled. "Go, girl! You know, you two would make a really cool couple. I mean… look at it… how many times do you see Randy Orton blush and look for words to say, anyway? Come to think of it, I haven't seen YOU acting that way, either. Not until he came. See?"

Stacy stayed silent.

Torrie suddenly gasped. "Stace! You're not letting yourself get affected by what people have been saying, are you? You're not staying away from him because of all the gossip, right? Because, if you really do like him, Stace, you should go for him. It's no publicity stunt, girl. Randy really really really does like you, and since when did you care about what people say, anyway?" she looked breathless after her rant.

"Torr, relax!" Stacy said. "Well, honestly, what happened the other day was one the most embarrassing events of my life! But it's okay now. And… I'll never care for what they do, Torr. I'll never care for what they know, either."

"You know, that's kind of familiar."

"Nothing Else Matters. Metallica."

"Metallica? Isn't that heavy metal? Hey, I've known you since second grade, and you've never listened to rock music. What's up with that?"

Stacy smiled mysteriously. "Well… I do now."

000OOO000

Math class… and as usual, somebody just didn't give a damn about relations. Randy cared about relations, alright, but not of the mathematical kind. What he cared about was… his relationship with Stacy Keibler.

Do we even have a relationship yet? He wondered. I really should have talked to her today, or something, but…I don't want to make it seem like I'm forcing her to open up to me or something. Now what if she decides she hates me, anyway? Naahhh… … Her clue yesterday was just too positive. He reviewed the lyrics of Nothing Else Matters in his mind, just to be sure. Yeah… she likes me.

I can't not talk to her, not after I just told her the truth. Besides, I don't think I can get through a day without talking to her somehow.

And if I talk to her… well… there ARE a lot of possibilities. Randy nodded to himself.

See you later, Stacy…

000OOO000

After class, by the lockers.

"It's not with me, man!" Chris Jericho complained as Randy Orton rummaged through his perpetually messy but supposedly private locker.

"Well, it's not anywhere with me, so it must be somewhere with you!" Randy wanted his Black Album CD to listen to before he talked to Stacy, but it had mysteriously disappeared. He dived back into the depths of Jericho's locker, but then it suddenly turned dark. "Hey, quit blocking the light, will you?" he growled as he turned around.

It wasn't Jericho. It was Stacy, in full cheerleading gear – short pleated skirt and everything.

"Looking for this?" the CD was inserted on her finger, and she was making it spin by running her thumb along the edge.

Chris suddenly began coughing, and Randy glared at him. "My locker's really dusty, I'm going to have to clean it up," he lied as he ran away, leaving the two alone.

"Oh. Hi, Stace," Randy stood up and smiled at her.

"Like I said… are you looking for this?" she repeated, smiling back at him.

"Umm… yeah," he replied uncertainly. "I don't know how you got it, but may I please have it back?"

"Sure I'll give it back… if you go out with me."

Randy gasped. "You're serious?" He felt a blush creeping up his cheeks.

Stacy's cheeks were flaming, too. "Umm… yeah. You'd want to, right?" She looked down at the floor and back up at him again. She bit her lip nervously.

He reached out and fixed her hair with his hand, pushing her blond locks behind her ears. "Of course, I do… I've been wanting to. Where do you want to go?"

She placed her hand over his, like she did yesterday. His hand felt really warm against hers. "Anywhere you're taking me."

Randy smiled, taking her smaller hand into his bigger one. "All right… I'll be picking you up at your house tomorrow night, okay?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise," he told her.

"Okay…," she said. "But you're going to have to give me a clue so I'll know what to wear, right?"

He nodded slowly. "I'll call you."

"Great. So. I'm off to practice," she said. "See ya." She waved and headed for the gym.

But Randy was already busy daydreaming about their big date.

End of chapter.

A/N: How was this chappie? Hope you guys liked it. I'm keeping this note short to make up for the abnormally long one up there.

Chapter Seven: well.. you know what it is…

See ya! Bye! MwaH!