Interstate
Summary: Best friends, Randy Orton and John Cena are forced to drive thousands of miles from New York to L.A. with two WWE talents. Little do they know that these two people could cause an unlimited supply of drama and surprises. Randy – Stacy. John – Trish.
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Brutalized
Chapter 6
One good thing about music is when it hits you feel no pain. One good thing about music is when it hits you feel no pain.
So hit me with music. Hit me with music. Hit me with music. Brutalize me with music.
Randy Orton opened his heavenly blue eyes and faced the cold stare of his phone's illuminated screen. He got up from the bed and licked his lips. They were salty from tonight's crying session. He picked it up without bothering to check who was on the other line. "Hey," He yawned. "Mr. Orton we have some bad news. We're afraid that…"
And then he woke up.
Randy closed his eyes and listened to the Bob Marley Sublime medley. It was right. Music was painless. Life, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He could kill the spirits of those who believed that without music there would be no life. Music loved him. Life didn't. If music equaled to life then he'd rather have nothing, even if it meant his eternal damnation.
Stacy stared at the familiar streets of her hometown. She longed for the strong arms of her father and the kind words of her mother. But most of all she missed her. She missed her more than anyone could possibly fathom. Even more than him. Or so she thought.
Trish pictured a knife cutting through the blanket of hostility. The day decided to pass through the road not taken and sadly for them it was a road of kicks to the gut and a war of words. It's been a dreadful day. And to think this was only the beginning. She pondered on the idea of telling John to continue driving straight or to make the next right. She made her decision.
"John, make a right."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
And with that they entered an all-American suburban neighborhood. White picket fences, freshly trimmed grass, big apple trees, tire swings, bicycles… the perfect picture. "Trish, what are we doing here?" Stacy asked, knowing where they were headed. "You need it. You both need it." She glanced at Randy, whose eyes were still closed, listening to the last notes of the song.
Randy gently opened his eyes and knew where they were. How couldn't he? It was the place he'd usually be when he was still with her. "John," John shook his head, "I don't know. Trish told me." Randy bit his bottom lip. He didn't have to leave the car. They didn't have to know he was there.
They stopped in front of a two-story house. It had white horizontal planks on the exterior, red shutters and a navy blue door. The flowers were blooming. It was spring. The tire swing was still hanging on the huge Birch tree and Mr. Keibler's cup of morning coffee was on the porch railing.
"Randy, aren't you coming?" John asked. "You must be joking. If Stacy hates me that much, imagine how her parents must feel." John scratched the back of his head, thinking. "You'll never know until you see them again." Randy stared into the ceiling of the Mustang. "I've gone through enough today. I'm sick of feeling like shit."
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"Stacy, you didn't tell us you were coming over!" Mrs. Keibler hugged her daughter. "And you brought friends," she added. "Trish… and John, well, I haven't seen you in the longest time." The two smiled at Stacy's mother, Elizabeth. "Well, come in and make yourselves at home. Stacy and I will make dinner." They followed the mother and daughter into their spacious home and was greeted by Stacy's father, Steven. He hugged his daughter and acknowledged John and Trish.
"Stacy," Trish whispered. "Is it okay if I check my mail in your room?" Stacy nodded and was about to point out the way when Trish reminded her that she's been here about a billion times. "So John how's the business?" Steven asked, drawing in his cigar. "It's seen better days. But Vince has his head up…" The two moved into her father's office as she and Elizabeth went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
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Randy's iPod was running out of battery. He turned it off and looked into his bag. Nothing seemed interesting at the moment. He remembered the beer from last night and decided a drink would kill this hunger spell. He bent down in case anyone from inside saw him. He opened the trunk and retrieved the paper bag. Back inside, he opened a can and began drinking the warm beer. He liked it best, cold; but it was all he had and he was starving. One beer turned to two and two turned to six.
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Trish finished checking her mail, deleting some of the freaky fan mail she received from perverts around the world. She was about to log off when she remembered the site Jimmy made for her. She hated the fact that he stalked her and in the process made her all the more confused with the whole John-thing. She was so puzzled that she didn't even know what to call it. She unfolded the card and typed in the address. She stood up, waiting for it to load. She walked over to Stacy's full-length mirror and examined herself. She was combing her wavy blonde hair when she was traumatized by the reflection of the computer on the mirror. She was about to run to the computer when someone came in…
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"Oh, so Eric punished all three of you?" Elizabeth asked her daughter after Stacy told the whole story- with the exception, of all the 'Randy moments'. "Actually four," She replied subconsciously. "Huh?" Her mother was confused. "But you're only three." Stacy conned a smile, "Of course, must've counted someone twice." Her mother looked at her strangely. She knew something was going on. Mothers always do.
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"He still drinking that stuff?" Steve questioned John. John was perplexed, "Excuse me, sir." Steven shrugged, "Don't tell me you can't see the kid drinking his sixth can of booze. " John got up and looked out the window. Randy was on the driver's seat drinking beer as he bopped his head onto the song playing in the radio. "Would you call Stacy for me, boy?" John nodded and left the room. A few minutes later Stacy and her mother were inside. John left to go check on Trish. "What's up, daddy?" Stacy asked. "Are you going to let that boy starve?" Stacy pretended like she didn't know what he was talking about. "Honey, if you're going to hide that boy tell him to stop moving his head at that disturbingly rapid pace." Stacy and her mom glanced out the window and saw Randy playing with his air guitar. Stacy's mother smiled as Stacy closed her eyes in defeat. "Tell that boy to come in here."
"But dad,"
"Don't 'but dad,' me. I'm ordering you to invite the boy inside."
"He doesn't want to."
"Well then, I'm ordering you to order him to get his scrawny little ass inside my house."
That was enough to scare his daughter.
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In the meantime, John was completely alarmed by what he saw on Stacy's computer. "Trish, this is kind of weird…" He almost laughed. 'No it's not what you think." John raised an eyebrow and crossed his muscular arms. "Really?" Trish sighed, "First of all, I do not take pleasure in gazing at my nakedness." John smirked, "Actually, I find that quite sexy." Trish rolled her eyes.
"So what's up with the site?"
"I went to that Jimmy guy's site."
"That bastard,"
"Yes," she whispered.
John walked up to her and lifted her chin. She met his gaze. His eyes were cobalt and they were simply stunning. "I'm sorry I frightened you. I just felt like I needed to protect you…"
"You did," she blushed.
"Kind of,"
"Thank you," He leaned in forward, closing his eyes. She did the same. She could almost taste his lips. Almost.
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"Communication breakdown… it's always the same!" Randy sang, playing the chords in his imaginary guitar. He began drumming on the dashboard when he heard a different kind of drumming. It was Stacy, tapping on the window. "What now?" He wanted nothing to do with her. "My father wants to see you." His eyes widened. "Old Poppa wants to see me?" He was amused at his own self. "Unfortunately, he doesn't want you to starve. Mom's cooking dinner and while she's doing that Daddy wants to talk to you." She was serious. 'Seriously," She rolled her chocolate colored eyes. "Like I'd come here and talk to you," He nodded, "Makes sense,"
"So what are you doing?"
"I'm sitting here experiencing the repercussions of six cans of unadulterated alcohol."
"Beer is not pure alcohol."
"It just sounded cool."
"Whatever," She told him. "Please, get off your non-existent ass and talk to my dad."
"Non-existent ass?"
'Don't tell me you didn't know Rob Van Dam robbed you in the 'nice ass department'?"
"So you know about my ass and other people's asses. Got a fetish?"
"Ugh! Please just go see my dad." She almost begged.
"Fine, by the way, you're ass ain't all that great."
She rolled her eyes and followed him inside. He is such an ass!
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As soon as Randy came in Elizabeth pulled him into a long hug. Not what the 25-year old expected. Steven shook his hand but decided that a hug was needed. Randy stuffed his hands in his pocket as he waited for someone to say something. Anything. "Dad, you wanted to talk to him." Steven nodded. "In my office," he led Randy. Once they left Stacy looked at her mom. She looked so happy. "Mom,"
"I'm just so happy to hear from him again."
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How could they do this to her? They were her bloody parents! Can't they see that he's the reason for everything that happened? Though, they didn't know about that detail. I mean, I can't really blame them for welcoming him back with open arms. But why do they have to be so damn welcoming?
Stacy sat on the porch overlooking the front yard and the tire swing she and her sister would take turns riding. She opened her purse to check for messages. Instead, she pulled out his black leather wallet. She stroked it and watched a teardrop fall onto its surface.
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"I'm so sorry. It's my fault I shouldn't have tried to kiss you." She placed a finger on his lips. "I wanted to kiss you." He hesitated. "I can't," John paced back and forth. Trish stopped him. "Why not?" John looked into her eyes and down to her glossy pink lips, waiting for contact. He snapped out of his daze and turned around. "Please Trish, not now."
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"So how are you holding up?" Steve asked the third generation superstar. Randy was still in a silent state of shock. He hadn't expected such a warm welcome. After all, these people were the parents of the person who hated him most. "Boy," Randy averted his attention back to Stacy's father. He chewed on his bottom lip and looked past Steve. On the bookshelf behind his desk were a few family pictures. A tear fell down his cheek. "I miss her."
Randy broke down in front of her father. "I'm so sorry." He told him in between sobs. He couldn't bear it anymore. The constant reminders that she was gone- away from him forever- were killing him inside. Steve sat up and hugged the man who was like a son to him. "I have to show you something, boy." He whispered. Randy, who was a few inches taller than Steve, followed him into a latched door at the end of the room. Steve bent down since the ceiling was half their size. He switched on a light to a part of the Keibler house he'd never seen. "Sir," He muttered, amazed at the sight before him.
It was a small room with a desk in one side and a bookshelf in the other. Like the guy didn't have enough books. "What do you want me to see?" Randy wiped his tears and wiped his hands on his True Religion Jeans. Steve pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the blue-eyed young man. "What's this?"
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Stacy stared at his open wallet. It's been almost a year and he still had her picture. She looked so beautiful. They shared the same wavy blonde hair, except unlike Stacy she liked to pull it up in a ponytail. She was the athletic one. Ironically, Stacy was the one who got a job in the WWE. She, on the other hand, was a journalist for the New York Times. They were both tall and slim with ears like their father and hazel eyes like their mother's. She stroked the plastic, shielding the picture from dirt. She cried harder when she saw the necklace…
Flashback
"Hey little sis," Stacy hugged her twenty-one year old sister. It was the eve of Christmas 2003 and the Keibler sisters met each other at the front step of their parents' Baltimore home. "Missed you," Erica Keibler tightened the hug. Stacy rang the doorbell as her sister blew the cold December air. "Hey, how about after dinner we go outside and have a little snowball fight?" Erica was such a kid at times- a lot like her boyfriend. "Are you feeling okay?" Stacy joked as her mom's face lit up seeing her two angels.
"Gifts!" Erica shrieked, jumping up and down. "Relax sis," Stacy laughed, giving her gift to her dad. Steve opened it and smiled. It was a classic leather bound book to add to his collection. "Daddy here," Erica gave the messily wrapped present. Steve pulled out the white t-shirt from the box and read the writing: 'I'm hotter than my daughters.' Steve laughed. It wasn't something he would wear but he loved his daughter's sense of humor and creativity. Elizabeth gave her husband a Barney's tie and platinum cufflinks. Their mom received a sapphire tennis bracelet from Steve, a pair of Jimmy Choo's from Stacy and an 'I'm hotter than my husband' t-shirt from the ever-so-funny Erica. "Erica's turn," She received a 'Greatest News Articles' compilation from her dad. She thanked her mom for the baby blue sweater. "You always tell me how you get lost in his soft blue eyes so I made you this sweater so you can stop making me jealous." Elizabeth joked. "Ewww mom, he would never go for older women!" Stacy and her father laughed as Erica opened Stacy's gift. "Oh my God! It's beautiful!" Erica took off her bedroom slippers and slipped in the 4 ½ inch Manolo Blahniks. She swaggered back and forth in the living room sending the family into hysterics. After they had settled down Stacy opened her presents. She thanked her dad and mom for the 'Best 80s Movies' DVD set and Navy Blue Argyle sweater. "Erica… my gift?" Stacy asked, seeing as her gift wasn't under the tree. "Oh no! I forgot I had a sister!" Stacy shook her head, "You need some acting classes, sis." Erica stuck her tongue out before she gave the gift to her older sister. Stacy unwrapped the gift and found two velvet boxes tied together with a piece of twine. "Two gifts huh," She untied the string and opened the first box. It was a necklace with a heart-shaped locket. She unclasped it and found a picture of her baby sister. She jumped over the gifts and embraced the sister she loved more than anyone in the world. She pulled out of the hug and opened the next one. It was the same necklace only it had Stacy's picture inside. "It's for me." Erica said. "I saw it in Tiffany's. It took me four months to save up for the white gold one… I would've bought the platinum one if you would've just lent me some cash." And once again the entire house was filled with laughter.
Stacy wiped the tears falling from her hazel eyes. She missed all the times Erica smiled. She missed all the times Erica laughed. She missed her baby sister.
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"What's this?" Randy asked, retrieving the paper from Steve's hands. "The investigators told me that she was able to write this during the final minutes of her life." Steve shielded his eyes. He could tell- he missed her too. "You want me to read this?" Steve nodded his head. "It's actually directed to you." Steve said, "Only Elizabeth and I have read it. We don't think Stacy's ready to know the truth." Randy was confused. "You know the truth?" Steve looked up to meet his blue eyes. "You mean, you know what really happened?" Randy had to try and find a chair. He needed to sit down and let this all sink in. "She wrote in the letter that she was-" Randy stopped. "Wait… hold on, what are you talking about?" Steve was equally confused. "You know what, it doesn't matter. If you don't mind I'd like to read this letter in private… when I'm ready." Steve smiled, "It's yours. You can do whatever you want with it."
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Randy was on his way outside to get his cell phone from his bag when Steve called from the kitchen, "Tell Stacy that dinner's ready." Randy replied with an 'okay' before he pushed the door open. Stacy looked up at Randy. They both had been crying. He glanced down at the piece of black leather that contrasted with her white peasant skirt. "What are you doing with my wallet?" He wasn't angry but to her he always seemed that way. "Why do you still have her picture?" She retaliated. He was rather surprised at the tone of her voice. "Excuse me, but who the hell do you think you are to steal my wallet and tell me what I should and shouldn't put in it?" She gave him a cold stare, looking into his soft blue eyes, remembering the blood stained blue sweater before she cracked, "You stole her away from me."
She pounded on his hard chest. He took her by the wrists and pleaded for her to stop before her parents would see them. "How could you?" She cried falling into his arms. The feeling of his arms around her slender frame sent waves of warmth and comfort throughout her body. He stared at her glassy brown eyes, entrancing them with his blue. She felt like she was in another world where only they existed… where she was imperiled and protected … where she was lost and unearthed… where she felt like she was falling when she was actually flying.
It was exactly how Erica described Love… with Randy Orton.
AN:
pianogal: I'm glad it's driving you nuts. That's the whole point of this thing. Kidding! You'll find out once we go farther into the story. And about that whole 'not listening to Randy's advice'- that's a bad idea and you're smart enough to know that. You disappoint me. shakes head Again, thanks for the awesome review. TrishOrton: You'll have to stretch your patience 'coz a lot of thinking is required for a story like this. Randy's cockiness is rubbing off on me. :) rkoandlegs4ever: thanks to you too. Trishrocks: you are so good for reviewing. TrishStratusfan2007: Between Trish and Randy? I'm pretty sure John wouldn't like that... reymysterio619: Aww... that sucks that you don't like him. You're missing out. :P I don't know about Christian- I mean, they ARE separated from all the other superstars. Hugs Reema: Randy's got an attitude that's what makes him sooooo WOW. ad544: Thanks. I love suspenseful stuff. MissPhilippinesSuperstar: Apologize? He doesn't need to apologize. Kidding. Just wait and see... 101mizzpoet101: John likes her a lot. And nope. Stacy did not have a miscarriage. Thanks :) JohnCenasGirl4Eva: You're a Hop-Rock'in girl as well. Word. Rose Hardy 101: thanks for the review. Electra54: I made a preview like that because I can. Evil laugh RKOandSMK4eva: yeah. Jimmy was a perv. And don't think Stacy's totally innocent. Remember, there's a history just waiting to unfold. versiononepointzerochick: I tried updating soon. But I've got so much going on. Thanks. Bob: By the time you're reading this you would've read the sixth. Sara: Don't die. It's here. Brittany: Wanna fight huh? Kidding. Thank you so much. sARA: I have faith that you'll keep reviewing :)
Thank you so much for all the great reviews. It was my most reviewed chapter. Hopefully this one will get even more. This is my favorite chapter by far. I love you guys.
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