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Title: Against The Odds
Author: Lysi a.k.a. 20 Shot2Pieces 08
Rating: T
Category: Romance, Drama
Pairings: None Yet
Summary: Savannah is on the road with Randy Orton and her father. Thing is, her dad hates Randy's guts, and Michelle McCool tries anything to tear Randy and Savannah apart, so she can be with Randy. She goes as far as trying to actually kill Savannah.
Disclaimer: I own Savannah and Kyle..if only I owned Randy...
A/N: SORRY! I'm so sorry it took this long to update.. We had to get a new computer and we didnt get it until last week, and I've been tied up with homework, so I havn't been able to update.
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Randy's P.O.V.
I look around the room to make sure everything's set up, and in the right spot. I open the door to the balcony and pour champagne into the two glasses on the table.
I walk back into the main part of the hotel room, and light the candles sitting by the TV, and spreading out all around the room. I walk over to the door and flip the light switch, shutting the lights off, as I walk back out onto the balcony, leaning back against the balcony gate, waiting for Savannah to get back.
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Savannah's P.O.V.
I step out of the elevator, as I start walking down the hall to Randy's hotel room. I reach into my purse and try to find my room key, as I finally do, and pull it out. I reach Randy's room, as I slide the key card through the card slot, as the light above it turns green.
I walk into the hotel room, and notice the lights are off, and the room is being lit by candles. I see Randy walk in from the balcony towards me as I place my purse down on Dave's bed. Randy puts his hands on each side of my waist, as I look up at him, about to cry. "Van, don't cry, babe."
"Thank you." Randy smiles down at me as he leans down and kisses my forehead, slowly, and softly. He takes his hands off of my waist as he leads me out onto the balcony. He grabs one glass of champagne, and hands it to me, as he takes the other. He pulls out my seat as I smile and sit down, and then watch him sit down across from me.
"What happened at dinner?"
I shake my head and look out on the beautiful scenery, and then look back at Randy, who's sitting across from me, seeming concerned. "It started out fine, but then he started on you.. I guess he found out we're dating."
"I take it he doesn't like the fact that his enemy is with his daughter."
"I don't care though. He doesn't get to run my life, and tell me who I can or can't date." I take a sip of my champagne and then place it back on the table. "I get it that you two have problems or whatever, but I don't wanna be dragged into them. And I don't want them ruining us."
"Van, I promise you, they won't. Your father might hate me, and think I'm not good enough for you, but what does her know? He doesn't know what good enough for you." I smile over at him as he takes my hand. "Do you wanna order food?"
I shake my head no. "I'm fine. Let's go inside and we can do that getting to know each other thing we planned on."
He smiles as me and I get up from my seat, and walk over to Randy. He stands up as I take his hand as we walk into the hotel room. I push Randy down on the bed, as he lays back, only for me to climb onto the bed and straddle him.
I lean down, kissing him softly, as his hand makes its way up the back of my shirt. I kick my shoes off as I get more into the kiss. I pull back for a second as Randy starts kissing my neck as he slowly moves to my shoulder.
I get off the bed, as Randy sits up, looking at me confused. "Where you going, Vannah?"
I flip the light switch on as I walk over to my suitcases. I open my red one and pull out one of my Red Sox jerseys. I slip off my skirt since I have short shorts on underneath. I then take off my tank top, and slip on my Matt Clement jersey. "Red Sox fan?"
"Die-hard. Got a problem with it, Orton?"
"Well, I'm more of a Cardinal's guy."
"I get it.. I'm sorry we kicked your ass in the World Series." I smile as I reach back into my bag and pull out my Cardinal's shirt. "It's not because of you.. I like them too, just not as much as my Red Sox. They've been my favorite since I was about 4, even though I lived in Texas." I toss the shirt back into my bag as I walk back over to the bed. I crawl up to Randy who's sitting back against the backboard with just a pair of jeans on. I smirk as I reach him, and lay across his waist. "Rans, you can start. Ask me anything."
"Anything?" I smile and nod as you can see his eyes light up. "Virgin?" I shake my head 'no' as I bite at my lower lip. "Since when?"
"Since I was 14. Sorta.. It wasn't my choice."
"Wait, you were --" I nod my head as I fight back tears. "Van, babe, I am so sorry."
"I've gotten past it, for the most part. I mean, its a big part of my childhood, and my step-father ruined my life because of this."
Randy sits there in disbelief, as he takes my hand. "It was your step-dad?" I nod as Randy leans down and kisses my forehead.
"It's made me who I am today, so it isn't that bad, I guess.. when you look at the whole picture.My turn, now. What's your ideal girl like?"
"Tall, about 5'8/ 5'9, blonde, blue eyes, thin, but not grossly thin, umm.. D cup maybe, size 3 pants."
"Good luck finding a real chick with a D cup and size three pants."
"And you are..."
I smile at him and stick my tongue out at him. "D cup, size 7. And I have green eyes, not blue."
"Pants size, it doesn't show." I try not to blush, but I still can tell I do. Randy pushes my bangs out of my face as he smiles down at me. "What's your ideal guy?"
"Miz of Johnny Damon, Pierre Bouvier, Joel Madden, and Tom Brady."
"How close to that am I?"
"Pretty close as far as I can tell. Athletic like Damon and Brady, brunette like all of them, and gorgeous eyes like Brady. But you have some qualities I don't know too much about with the other guys."
"And those are.." I just smile up at him as he nods, understanding what I mean. He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.
I ponder on a question for a second, and then think of a good one. "If you weren't in the WWE, what would you be doing?"
"I'd probably still be in the Marines. How many boyfriends have you had in the past 5 years?"
"Since I was 16?" Randy nods as I try to think back. "5, I think. Dated Jason for about 8 months, til I was 17, Shaun until I moved to Massachusetts, so almost 6 months. Matt for a little over a year, Chris for 4 months. And then John for over a year and a half." My turn. How long is your longest relationship?"
"14 Months. My college girlfriend, until she said her parents said we should break up. I went along with it, until I saw her with one of my buddies while I was out with the guys for some pool." He smiles down at me, like it was okay, as I smile up at him. "What about you. What's your longest?"
"Almost 20 months, with John. It actually ended a few months ago. We were so alike that it worked, ya know. What traits do you look for in a girl?"
"She has to be able to make me laugh, and is down to earth. What's your life been like so far?"
"Born in 1984, in Waco, Texas. My parents were never married, but lived together until my dad wanted to pursue wrestling full time. When I was 9, my mom starting dating this guy, Hampton, and got married to him when I was 12. My half-brother, Cody was born when I was 13. I graduated from high school with honors at 17, and from there I went to UMASS Amheart with my best friend in the entire world, Brandon. The next year, my twin half-sisters, Melissa and Jennifer were born, and I've been coming on the road with my dad since I was about 15. Is it true, that you only dated college girls in high school?"
Randy shakes his head 'no' as I raise my eyebrow. "Nah, I only dated one college girl in high school. Senior year, I did, only for 3 months."
I hear the door open, as I look over to the door way and see Dave walking in. He walks over to his bed and picks up my purse and holds it in the air, as I smile over at him. "Can you toss it on my bag, please? Your boy was Mr. Romance tonight, and I just put it there."
"Whatever, Van. Am I interupting something here?"
Randy and I both shake out heads, 'no'. "We were just talking."
"Right.." I roll my eyes at him as he lets out a soft laugh. "Van, how did dinner with your dad go?"
"Just as you said. It was horrible. I should have know. I know my father, so I should have figured he'd find out, but I wasn't thinking. He was shit talking Randy the entire time." I sit up in Randy's lap as he wraps his arms around my waist as I rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm gunna go brush my teeth and get ready for bed."
"I'm gunna head to bed too. It isn't the same without you two, you need to come out with me next time."
"Why man?" I get off the bed as Randy continues to talk. I reach into my bag and pull out my toothbrush, toothpaste, and my face wash. "It's only you picking up the ladie."
I smile over at him as I walk into the bathroom. "Vannah, I'm getting you up early tomorrow to pack before we leave. "
I take the toothbrush out of my mouth as I look around the corner to Dave. "I'm not the one who made the bathroom this messy." I continue to brush my teeth and then spit out the excess toothpaste in my mouth. "And Dave, that's a funny joke. If you plan on getting me up before noon, dream on, love."
"True Rans- we don't want a cranky pageant queen in our car."
"Pageant queen? You never said anything about that Van."
"I thought I did. Plus I don't like bragging."
"Bragging? Vannah, you won Miss Teen USA."
"Davey, that was 3 years ago."
"Still." I roll my eyes and dry off my face. I grab my stuff and walk back out to my bag and toss them back in.
I crawl onto the end of the bed and sit with on my legs. "I was into pageants since I was about 5, and won my first one when I was 8. I won Miss Waco when I was 16, and then I went on to win Miss Texas at 17. I entered Miss Teen USA the next year, and won. I don't participate in them anymore, though."
"You should, babe. And you should have told me this before, cuz it's awesome."
"I won what I wanted, and I got my voice out there on the topics I care about. I proved that teens can make a difference in this world." I crawl up to the top of the bed, next to Randy, as I lay down next to him. After Randy and Dave blow out all the candles in the room, Randy lays down next to me and wraps his arm around my waist. I look over at Dave, who's packing his stuff. "David, take your time with you luggage, cuz then you can sleep in later tomorrow."
"Won't happen, babe. He can be up til 5 and still get up in time to leave.We've done it before."
"Quite a few times.Van, I know you hate getting up early, but I'm waking you two lovebirds up early, so we can be out of here by 10, 10:15, the latest." I look over at the clock and see that is's 1:07am, as I let out a groan. I roll over, facing Randy, so I'm away from the light as I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. Randy kisses my forehead as I feel him readjust in bed. "Rando -- get your shit together." I open my eyes slightly and see Randy flip Dave off. The next thing I know, I have a pillow over my head."
"Jesus, you have shitty aim. And to believe you played baseball."
"Can it Vannah. Go to sleep so I can wake you up in 7 hours for breakfast."
"Breakfast isn't in my vocabulary."
"And why not?"
"You know I don't get up til, 11, the earliest, and by then its time for lunch."
"Whatever. Go to sleep. This should be fun pulling you two out of bed." I grab the pillow off of my head and throw it towards Dave's voice, as I can hear him laughing. "Yeah, you played softball."
"Dave, let her sleep, and me for that matter." I smile and lean over kissing Randy softly, which slowly becomes more passionate. I feel the pillow fall onto my arm, which is on Randy's side. "Don't babe. If you stop talking, he eventually will."
I giggle slightly as I I roll over, shutting off the light next to the bed. I lean back in Randy's arms and get comfortable before closing my eyes to try to go to sleep.
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A/N: sorry it took so long to update. R&R this one, as well as 'Face the Music'.. I'm gunna be updating more often, and putting up new stories.
-Lyss