And finally Skittle made some contact with good 'ol me…hahaha…and I can't believe you read my bio…I'm definitely weird but straight-up tripping kind of gal…I don't even care what other peeps think of me because I'm gonna get my daddy The Undertaker to beat the hell out of them (LOL)…anyway read the latest chap of MISANTHROPE...like it or not things have finally gotten interesting with John and Torrie!

Anyway…I made this Randy/Stacy story a five-part special because I have so much fun making it…and I like to excite you guyz! For new readers and JOHN CENA fans who read this…check out my other fic MISANTHROPE...I promise you it'll rock your socks off!

On to the next chappie!

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WHAT WE REALLY FEEL

Part 3 of 5

Stacy's mom has got it going on

She's all I want and I've waited for so long

Stacy can't you see you're just not the one for me

I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom…

Stacy cringed and turned the car radio off. "Ugh…I just hate that song."

Randy turned his eyes off the road for a while and chuckled beside her. "I don't. At least a band like Fountains of Wayne thinks so…"

Stacy couldn't keep from smiling. Randy was just so humorous.

Going back to the memory of the gasoline station, she ultimately decided to give Randy the chance to prove himself worthy of being committed, and he definitely kept his word. Trish actually never said anything nasty to her on what Randy was like when they were dating, but it seems like he was the most caring, the sweetest guy on the planet.

The past few weeks had run along so fast; it has been nothing but picnics of to-go orders of McDonald's, drinking coffee in fancy cups on Starbucks, sending sweet text messages to each other, and he even agreed to go to church with her just to pray. Stacy already introduced him to her parents in a quiet dinner a few nights ago and they already approved of him; the only mistake Randy made was that he gave a bunch of carnations to her father when she was only right there by his side. It was kind of cute seeing him all nervous like that.

Now, Randy was giving her a ride home from another date just finished. Yes, Stacy's own Beetle still wasn't fixed, but she didn't mind. With Randy there with her, just sitting down on the driver's seat only a few feet of distance…she never felt so giddy and perky her whole life. There was something in Randy that made her feel so special, so warm and getting her this fuzzy feeling grow even fuzzier inside her.

Randy's Beetle finally made a stop in front of her house. Before she could even open the passenger door, Randy hopped out and opened her car door himself, a gesture that made Stacy grin even wider.

He is just so gentlemanly pointed out.

By the time they were both on the porch; the twosome faced each other, looking all bashful like kindergartners.

"Good night," Randy said.

For all the effort, Stacy decided to reward him by giving him a kiss. She leaned in to his right cheek…but lo behold, he was going for her left. She leaned to the left, but he was going for her right. Kinda like looking into a mirror or something, they both thought.

She laughed quietly. Gesturing a finger to the left and another one to the right, they kissed each others cheek. Simple, but very sweet.

"Good night," Stacy echoed shyly.

Randy smiled at her; the very same smile that always makes her go nonplussed. Then he finally walked away from her, went inside his Beetle, and drove it out of her driveway. She waved goodbyes at him when she could see nothing but his taillights.

"Yes!" Stacy tittered maddeningly. She felt so happy she wanted to dance.

And then she did. She started to dance around her porch. She continued to dance happily, not hearing the sound of a smooth thrum of an engine making its way back to the house's driveway.

"Hey Stace, you forgot your phone," Randy suddenly said behind her.

Stacy froze in her position; her arms thrown up in the air. She set it back down and took the phone out of Randy's hands, too embarrassed and refusing to look him in the eye.

"Good night," Randy said again, looking amused.

She only held a hand up, a smile frozen in her face, then she went inside the house, anything to end this humiliation.

When Randy walked back to his Beetle, drove it out of East Coast, and went back to the road home, he was heavily smirking and could not keep from feeling proud of himself. I guess I've done a good job, he thought.

I think I'm beginning to like her.

…

"What are we doing here, Randy?" Stacy asked him.

Randy smiled to himself and kept just kept silent. He only invited her for a walk in the park, but unknown to anyone he prepared a surprise for Stacy; something she'll definitely like, and it will be happening tonight. He looked at the Rolex on his wrist. A few minutes to go.

"You're acting like a crazy person," she notified him. "What's going on?"

He grinned even more. "You'll find out soon."

They were both leaning against the hood of Randy's Beetle, when a loud sound of engines were heard on the road laying out before them. "Oh, they're finally here," Randy said to Stacy.

Stacy gasped as the picture became clearer. There were not one—not two—not even ten—but twenty 1975 Beetles were sliding onto the road, all in different colors ranging from baby blue to neon orange; to light pink and metallic silver. She placed her hands over her mouth in total amazement. She has not seen so many Beetles her whole life! She took a few steps forward to take a closer, gawking happily at the Beetles making its way to the park's parking lot.

Randy crept up beside her to watch, a suave smile on his features. He knew from the start that Stacy will like his little present, but she didn't look like she liked it—she looked like she loved it. And knowing Stacy, being simple and practical is definitely enough.

Stacy, on the other hand, was so happy that she couldn't control herself—tiptoeing on her heels and doing the unthinkable—hugging Randy.

Randy wasn't able to react or move. Stacy just hugged him. Her body was pressing up against him, he suddenly felt weak in the knees, and his smile felt stiff. His heart began to beat faster, Stacy still not letting go of him.

Stacy suddenly noticed the magnitude of her actions and pushed Randy away gently. She reddened and laughed quietly to herself. A little out of control, she thought, and maybe a little foolish and caught up in the moment, but Randy seemed to like it, because she suddenly felt his hand sliding on to hers.

Her eyes widened and her face reddened even more. Randy's fingers were already intertwining with her hand, as if it was meant to fit there. When Stacy finally looked at him, he was smiling, not his usual smile, but his rather angelic, gentler one, and she felt as if she was going to float. She smiled back, and gave that large brown hand a little squeeze.

"So…uh…you wanna go to the parking lot?" Randy stammered.

Stacy nodded shyly, as they both ran to the parking lot with their hands still holding on to each other.

When they got there, a bunch of people—probably Randy's friends and a few acquaintances—hopped out of their Beetles and started greeting each other. A few guys were slapping Randy's back as they walked.

"Hey, that looks like my car!" Stacy hollered, letting go of Randy's hand and ran to the nearest Beetle she saw.

Randy followed her lookout. It did look like Stacy's Beetle—same polished color of red. There was no one inside it, and he guessed there won't be any harm done just by looking at it.

"Take a picture with me on it," Stacy suggested.

He obeyed and took out his Ericsson T600, put it on Camera mode, and aimed the lens perfectly on Stacy standing by on the hood of the car. She beamed rather cutely, then Randy pressed the button.

Click!

"One more," she recommended.

"Okay…one more…" Randy put in on Camera mode again as Stacy went for a new pose—leaning down on the fender as if she was a swimsuit model. Randy chuckled a little and pressed the button again.

Click!

Then an attractive redheaded girl ran up behind Randy and placed her hands over his eyes. "Guess who?"

When Randy turned around, his eyes were finally uncovered and turned around to meet the perpetrator. "Oh, hi Christy."

The petite redhead named Christy smiled then called a few girls from a few Beetles away.

Stacy stood up straighter, forgotten, as she saw the girls nearing Randy. They were all attractive, she noticed—blondes, brunettes, all of them real beautiful and dressed for a party.

"Anyway, remember the girls?" Christy asked Randy. "Here's Carmella, and Maria, Michelle, Joy, Amy…"

Christy continued to introduce each girl to Randy, names that Stacy wouldn't even want to hear. Randy kept turning back to her, but he couldn't even seem to get away for the sake of the other girls. She suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, an aching in the chest that wouldn't let her breathe, but her face remained expressionless. Stacy walked away, wanting to find a concession stand somewhere to drink some water and cool off.

A several rightful feet away from the scene, Stacy continued to walk, not noticing two big, burly guys—a black guy and a white guy—wearing APA shirts. She accidentally bumped into them, the white guy's soda spilling all over Stacy's yellow tank top. She gasped.

"Watch where you're going!" the black guy told her, annoyed.

"Stupid," the white guy added. They both walked away from her.

Stacy would have fought them off but she couldn't—they were too big and she still wanted to get home alive. Instead, she took out a paper towel from her body bag and wiped it all over her chest and then her arms.

Randy finally seemed to notice Stacy was missing, and when he looked around, he just saw her right there behind a blue Beetle, wiping herself with a towel. He ran to her, forgetting that he was still talking to someone. The girls followed him.

"Stace," Randy called out as soon as he got there, and saw Stacy's top drenched in soda. "Are you all right?"

"I-I'm fine," Stacy managed to say.

Randy looked at the girls behind him and then back to her. "Come on, join us."

Christy was begging Randy for a picture with her group. Then she handed her Sony Digicam to Stacy. "Can you take it?"

Stacy stared at her blankly and took the camera without a word. Randy couldn't even talk to her since he was already dragged by the girls' right in the middle. Stacy aimed the lens at them.

"Smile everyone!" Christy told them.

Stacy clicked the button and the lightbulb flashed. After a few seconds, the camera loaded and showed the picture on the screen. All the beauties were smiling—all except Randy, who seemed to put on a forced one.

"Thank you!" Christy said gratefully, getting her camera back from Stacy's hand.

Stacy only nodded, without a word once more, and she continued to wipe herself. She looked up to find Randy, but he was dragged again by Christy and the other girls to a nearby coffee stand as if she wasn't standing there.

The rest of the night for her went ultimately silent.

…

Randy dropped Stacy's off to her house. He walked right behind her on the porch, his hands on his pockets, the yellow light illuminating the house's features. And up til now Stacy was still quiet. Randy didn't know what went wrong.

"Good night," he said rather awkwardly. Then he leaned close to kiss Stacy's cheek.

Instead of taking it, though, Stacy turned away and walked a few steps away from him, not looking at him at all when she ought to thank him in a proper manner. It wasn't a bad date—it actually went great. It's just that she suddenly felt dead inside, like running out of batteries. For the first time, she wanted nothing more than to go inside her house.

"Stacy?" Randy asked her, concerned. "What's wrong?"

No answer.

"Stacy…?"

The leggy girl sighed, then finally talked in her soft-spoken manner. "I don't want to be a part of your connection. I don't want to be just a statistic in your life. Much after now, I don't think I can invite you for coffee."

Then she looked up, a forlorn look in her face, and she said the words to Randy's horror.

"I can't do it."

Randy swallowed, wishing that she shouldn't have said that. "That's all gone. I'm finished with that. That's already a part of my past."

"Well, I guess I couldn't accept your past after all. I'm sorry…"

With another sigh, Stacy walked away from him and went inside the house, not saying or gesturing even a word of gratitude to Randy.

Randy remained frozen in where he stands. He was just turned down. Gulping heavily, he dragged himself back to his car slowly, headed for the highway to go home, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to sleep or think much tonight. And to think of it, it was only the beginning of the torture.

I guess it's over.

(t.b.c.)

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