Thanx for reviewing, and even though it's gaya-gaya(translated to imitation), it's a great storyline. To my fellow kababayans, watch the movie! It's really great! Ahem, to the people who knows this, it's going to be Jericho and Steph as Kristine and Deither, Randy and Stacy as Heart and Geoff, and John and Torrie as Sandara and Hero! Yummerz...

And to the Jerichoholics, I'll have to focus for a while on where the car went and the one who owns it next. So, I'll push the continuation of the prologue to the end.

Meanwhile, this is Randy/Stacy fic. I'm sorry if it will suck; this is my first time experimenting both of them together, and I'll try my best for the story to become us fluffy and teenage as possible!

Part 1 up!

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WHAT WE REALLY FEEL

Part 1 of 5

BRRRIIIIING!

"Hello?"

"Stacy? Stacy, are you there?"

"Trish! Is that you?"

"Yes! This is so unbelievable!"

"What? What is it?"

"I'm officially dumping him! He's not calling me anymore at all!"

"Really, Trish. You ought to give this mystery guy of yours some space."

"I don't care! You just have to come over! Please?"

"All right. I'm coming."

Stacy Keibler clicked off her cellphone, threw it to the passenger seat and rolled down her windows without taking her eyes off the road. She was just driving around in some of the desolate roads, and then she took a turn to where East Coast Homes are, a subdivision built near the beaches. The temperature was rising every second of that summer afternoon, proven by the steaming of tar and the less people walking on the curbs. Usually she would have considered air-conditioners, but here car was a red 1975 version of the Volkswagen Beetle that she bought a year ago, and of course, it didn't have air-conditioners. A car was still a car, no matter what it looked like.

Sliding to a halt for a stoplight, Stacy took her time, getting a face towel and wiped it on her face down to her neck. Undoing a strap of her tank top, she wiped her shoulders as well and then she put it back up. Then she fished out a battery operated toy fan from her bag, tossed her long light blonde hair behind her and turned it on, feeling the air cooling a little. Then Stacy raised her other arm, letting the small fan air on her armpits.

Suddenly she heard a gentle laugh. Stacy sat up straighter, and then she wheeled around and gasped.

Another car positioned itself beside hers, surprisingly a red Beetle only in its latest version. The windows were also down, and behind the wheel was a handsome boy, almost to her age. Stacy frantically turned her fan off, fixed her pendant on her neck, tossed her hair, and looked at the stoplight. Still red.

Regaining her composure, Stacy held on to the steering wheel, feeling embarrassed. Through furtive glances, she noticed the boy was still looking at her, almost in a gawking manner. And then he smirked cockily. He revved his engine.

Stacy's mouth went into an O. Challenged, she revved her own engine.

The boy tilted his chin up in response. He revved his engine again, louder than his first try.

Stacy countered with a more louder revving than his. Using the element of surprise, she looked at the stoplight which now turned green. She stepped on the gas pedal hard, letting the car go off in full speed. She checked the rearview mirror. The other Beetle didn't move at all.

She smiled to herself. Ha! That showed him!

All of a sudden, her car made coughing noises. Panicked, Stacy kept on stepping on the gas, but the car kept slowing down, eventually stopping in the middle of an unknown road surrounded by tall grasses and reeds. Stacy hopped out of the car, seeing smoke rising from the trunk where the engine was.

"Oh my God…" Stacy whispered as soon as she opened it. More smoke came out.

She was about to get some water from the inside of her Beetle until another car roared past hers and parked towards the curb right in front of her. Stacy noticed that it was the same Beetle who challenged her earlier. She heard a door open and footsteps walking towards her.

"Is there a problem here, Miss?"

Stacy glanced up. The one talking to her right now was the cocky boy she revved engines with. He was quite good-looking, she noticed, that she felt mesmerized.

"By the way I'm Randy Orton," he said, holding up a hand for her to shake. "And…you are?"

Stacy didn't shake, still studying her engine. "Stacy Keibler."

"Stacy," he repeated. "So…Stacy, do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm okay. The engine just overheated. I just have to get some water and then I'll go."

Stacy brushed past Randy and climbed inside her car. Just when she was about to put the key in the ignition, Randy rested his hands on Stacy's open car window.

"Stacy, Beetles don't overheat because they don't have radiators," Randy told her.

Stacy gasped at the truth. Randy walked towards her trunk and she followed him, trying to stop him, but he was already opening the trunk. Smoke still spewed out, making Randy shake his head.

"I knew it," Randy said. "It's the wiring. I should call the towing services and get this over with." Randy was about to get his phone but Stacy grabbed his arm.

"I'm really okay," she insisted. "You really should go right now. I'll take care of this myself. Thanks for the offer anyway."

Randy had a blank expression on his face, until he shrugged. "Oh…all right. If you say so."

Stacy smiled at him, satisfied. She checked her trunk again when Randy went back to his Beetle. Then he spoke up again.

"You know, very few people go to this road. You're lucky you didn't go here at night. I heard some people get salvaged here or something. But I think you're gonna be all right on your own."

Stacy's eyes widen with panic.

"Then again, you said you can take care of yourself," he went on. "So I guess its nice meeting you. Bye Stacy! Good luck!"

Stacy didn't know what to do. She ought to say yes to his offer, but she barely knew this guy at all. But what was she to do? She looked at her car, then back at Randy, who was starting to get in on his car.

She swallowed. Might as well take the high dive.

"Errmm…Randy?"

Randy stopped, and then turned around. Stacy rubbed her palms on her denim miniskirt, then she stepped in front of him, her face extra sweet and innocent.

"What's the number of the towing service?"

…

'Coz I remember boy, 'coz after we kissed, I could only think about your lips,

Yes I remember boy, the moment I knew you're the one I could spend my life with,

Even before all the fame and people screaming your name,

I was there, and you were my baby…

"Wow! I love this song!" Stacy trilled, settling on the radio station she was listening to.

"Me too," Randy agreed. "Alicia Keys looks so damn fine on the video. I would love to be her boo."

Stacy laughed. "I guess she'd love to be yours too."

Randy only chuckled. Before the tow truck arrived, Stacy already started up a conversation with him while they sat down. She was quite a chatterbox, which made Randy feel easy to get along with her. He actually half-expected her to become paranoid, start whining or something. In short, shy away from him and shut herself out. But she didn't. Up until now, Randy was still in awe.

Now, driving his own Beetle to the direction of the nearest gasoline station with the tow truck carrying the other Beetle in front of them, he knew he made the right direction to help Stacy. He looked at the passenger seat, seeing her humming along with the radio, and felt his stomach fluttering with butterflies.

Yup, definitely the right decision.

"Hey!" Stacy exclaimed. "We have the same keychain."

"Really?" Randy took his eyes off the road for a while to see his shiny black Anarchy keychain dangling from his ignition.

Stacy started pawing inside her body bag and found her keychain. She held it up for Randy to see. "Mine's red, but pretty much the same."

Randy nodded. "It is the same. Cool."

Silence reigned inside the car. For a minute.

"So, um, Stacy…are you a college graduate?" Randy asked.

"Yeah. I'm a major on architecture," Stacy answered. "I just got off from another interview."

"I would have taken architecture myself," Randy said dreamily. "But I had to take business management so I could help my mom with her job."

Stacy raised her brows. Impressed. He could tell. Then his phone rang. Randy excused himself and answered it.

"Hello? Wait a sec…just let me explain…how can you say that?"

By the words Stacy had heard, he knew that Randy was in a slime bucket. He could barely get a word in, and she could hear squawking noises from the earpiece of Randy's phone, whoever he was talking to. Then he hung up on his phone, a look of sadness flicking on his handsome face. Stacy thought he looked kind of awful looking so sad like that.

It doesn't suit his looks, she thought.

"Shit…" he said through his teeth.

"Friend of yours?" Stacy said dryly.

"You have no idea."

"Who was that?"

"A girl I was dating. She's been calling me for a million times now and I'm going to her house to fix everything up. It's…it's complicated to explain."

Stacy just dropped it, understanding him. "Don't worry. Time heals."

When they reached the gas station, the tow truck let Stacy's Beetle into the repair section for a look. Randy's car skidded to a stop next to the unleaded gas pumps. He opened his car door, his other foot planted firmly on the ground.

"I'm just gonna get some gas and get my engine checked," Randy said to Stacy, who only shrugged in reply.

Randy got out of the car and closed the door. Stacy leaned in the warm leather cover of the passenger seat, relaxing, watching Randy checking his engine from the windshield. And that was when she got a closer look at him.

His hair was brown, styled in short spikes. The eyebrows were perfectly sculpted, and under those were his eyes, visibly clear and blue, making the rest of his features prominently sharp. He was really tall and muscular, possibly a bodybuilder, his skin was evenly tanned, and his strong arms both had tattoos peeking out from his Polo shirt. His mouth would do too, if he really smiled, he'd be showing off straight white teeth. He's better-looking up close.

Stacy smiled a little. Randy Orton definitely was a sight.

God…he's so cute.

Until her cellphone vibrated, another text message from Trish obviously. Stacy sighed, the moment shattered, as she opened and read the message.

…

"Do you want your windows cleaned, sir?" the gasoline boy asked.

"Randy shook his head politely. "Please. Don't."

The gasoline boy nodded and walked off. Randy continued to fill his tank, and being a good boy on the road, he always fills his car with unleaded gasoline. He ran a hand on his hair and looked at the windshield of his Beetle. Stacy was still there, leaning on her seat, fussing with her cellphone. Right at that moment, he started to check her out.

She let her long blonde hair loose in a wavy style, settling right onto her creamy shoulders. Her face barely had traces of make-up; just powder, mascara and lip gloss, the natural look suiting her perfectly, and a silver pendant necklace hung loose on her throat. With her long slender legs, lean frame, soft blonde hair and attractive face, she could probably beat all the other gorgeous models ever to grace the planet.

Randy grinned. She looks really nice.

Stacy Keibler really fascinates him big time. He didn't know why, though.

When he was finished, he went to the passenger window, an action that made Stacy look up from her phone.

"You wanna go get something to eat?" Randy offered. "McDonald's is only a walking distance from the gasoline station. My treat."

Stacy seemed pleased, smiling widely, her pretty face shining, and Randy felt those damn butterflies fluttering again.

"Sure. I'd love to eat."

…

"Order up," the cashier declared. "That's two root beers, two large fries, a Big Mac and a Quarter Pounder with cheese meals."

The cashier pushed the full tray of food across the counter to Randy. He reached for the tray and walked to the table where Stacy sits patiently, careful in not spilling anything and look stupid in front of her.

"Here's your order, ma'am," Randy joked as he set the tray down on the table and sat across Stacy. "A Quarter Pounder, just as I promised."

Stacy gave him a little applause. "Whoopee."

Randy felt himself smiling from ear-to-ear. She was just so adorable. He took the Big Mac for himself and opened the sachets of ketchup, spurting it right to the papered tray. He heard paper rustling and knew Stacy was already starting to eat her burger as he combined all the fries on the same tray so they could share. After punching straws to the sodas, he finally looked up, startled to see Stacy already crumpling the paper of her burger, munching continuously.

"You're done!" Randy said incredulously.

Stacy nodded and smiled. "Yes. It's very delicious."

Randy just shrugged and took a bite out his burger, watching Stacy beginning on the fries.

Talk about natural.

…

After the meal, Randy and Stacy walked back to the gasoline station, both full and happy. Stacy already told Randy about a thousand thank yous, and Randy accepted it all with the warmest consent. Of all the hours that they've been together, it seemed like the both of them found it easy to get along with the other.

"You want some coffee, Stace?" Randy asked as he tossed his keychain up and down in one hand. "Starbucks is just a hundred steps away."

Stacy lowered her eyes, a sweep of lashes against pink skin. "Nah. Not right now."

Randy bunched his brows. "Not-right-now-you-don't-want-to or not-right-now-you-don't-want-me-to-treat-you-anymore?"

"I really don't want to spend a hundred bucks over a cup of coffee," she reasoned. "There're a lot of Quarter Pounders to eat around here."

Randy only shrugged and continued to play with his keychain.

"No offense, Randy," Stacy said quickly. "I'm just being practical."

"It's not really in the matter of whether you're rich or poor," said Randy. "But I don't mind. You have money and you don't let yourself go. I like that."

Stacy grinned. "It seems by the way you look, you're the typical ladies' man. You like to treat people a lot."

Randy stopped walking, impressed with her on how she could get through people so easily, and before he could open his mouth, Stacy walked ahead of him to his Beetle. For a moment he just watched her walk, taking long legged strides on the pavement. Then she turned her head back at him.

"Let's go." Stacy suggested.

Randy managed to nod and tossed his keychain again. Suddenly, it missed his hands and it was about to fall on the vented manhole in front of him. Both of them gasping, Stacy immediately rushed to help just when Randy bent forward and caught the keychain in his hands. It was already fine when Stacy tripped in her heels and accidentally pushed Randy to the ground, causing him to let go of his keychain, dropping on the open vent of the manhole.

When Randy opened his eyes, Stacy was on top of him. Her body was as light as a feather, he thought, her slim body on top of his broad muscular one. They both scrambled to sit back up, both of them on either sides of the manhole. Stacy's face was flushed red, and Randy couldn't keep from blushing either.

Then he looked down on the dark manhole, then back at Stacy again, with an equally terrified look.

Now what?

…

"Ooooh…where is it?" Stacy muttered under her breath as she moved the wire left to right on the vented manhole.

Randy checked his watch lazily and sighed. Both of them are still sitting down across each other on the ground beside the manhole. He promised to pay one of the gasoline boys to look for it after explaining the situation, but Stacy insisted that she'll look for it herself since it was her fault, not listening to Randy's countless reasons that the whole thing was just an accident.

Imagine that. She's been doing that for an hour now and she's still not giving up.

"Look, Stacy, just give it up," Randy reminded her. "It's not like those stooges aren't gonna find it. This already happened before."

Stacy shot him a disbelieving look. "Randy, I just lost your keychain. It's my fault!"

"It's just an accident," Randy said for the nth time. "But I know what we should do. Let's just get some coffee."

Stacy fiddled with the wire she was holding, not looking at him.

"Come on, Stace. Please? You've got to be bored doing that," Randy wheedled. "I promise I'll buy the ones costing about 10 dollars."

Upon hearing those words, Stacy smiled and shrugged. "Coffee sounds good."

…

"I'm sorry you had to be stuck here with me," Randy said apologetically. "It's already 8:00 pm and you're still not going home."

Stacy stirred her coffee cup as they both leaned on the outside of Randy's Beetle. The gasoline boys still haven't found his keychain even though darkness has already fallen above them. They were only drinking coffee and chatting, not caring about the time they were wasting.

"I don't mind, and it's not a big deal," Stacy said after finishing the last of her coffee. "You did help me, so I won't leave you here all alone."

Randy also finished his coffee, throwing it right to the bushes they were near at. He looked at her intently. "Funny story. Strange things have already happened when we met."

Stacy also looked at him, listening.

"When we met, it's like we're nothing but stranded," he went on. "It's like we're destined to be stuck. Our cars are both red Beetles, we like the same song; we even have the same keychain. Didn't that make you think? It's really weird."

"Yeah. Weird…" Stacy agreed. "I guess great minds do think alike."

They smiled at each other, gazes locked in silent understanding.

Finally, the gasoline boy approached them, panting heavily. "Here's your keychain, sir."

Randy took the keychain and smelled it, making Stacy giggle at his side. Then he fished out a hundred dollars from his jeans pocket and gave it to him. "Don't go spoiling it," he told him.

When the gasoline boy walked off joyfully, Stacy applauded him again. "That's really generous of you, Randy. Real good behavior."

Randy reddened and tossed his keychain up and down his hand again. "Shall we go?"

"Of course."

With that, they exited the gasoline station, Randy driving his Beetle and giving Stacy a ride since her car wasn't really fixed yet. Then he ultimately forgotten something; he didn't know where to take her.

"Where can I drop you off, Stacy?"

"I'm going to East Coast Homes."

"Really? I'm going there too! What house number are you going to?"

"Thirty!"

The smile suddenly died on Randy's face. Stacy looked at him strangely.

"Is something wrong, Randy?"

"Is that a one-three or a three-zero?" Randy asked her, looking as if he was hoping he'd misheard it.

Now Stacy really was confused. "Three-zero."

And then the same thought came into full force in their minds at the same time. Unable to hold it any longer, they both said it aloud.

"At Trish's!"

It was official. Both of them are even going to the same house.

(t.b.c.)