Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I begged the Christmas and birthday fairies for Randy Orton and John Cena but they were a no go. I own the ideas used in this story and the main original characters of Corey and Teresa. I only own those because I am the writer. So please feel free to read and review.

Chapter 2

"You can use my shoulder if you want."

"Ya sure?"

Randy placed his hand on the side of her head and guided it to his shoulder. Corey smiled up at him and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks Randy."

John was watching Chaos and Marc talk about the track when he noticed Marc wasn't even looking at Chaos. He was watching Corey and Randy. When Chaos walked out of the sound booth into the room where everyone else was, John turned to Marc.

"Man what's up with you?"

"What are ya talkin' bout?"

"I thought you didn't like CC."

"I don't."

"Then why is it if looks could kill Orton would be six feet under?"

"He's not her type."

John let out a laugh and then seriously looked at Marc.

"Ok number one…he's exactly her type. You're the first guy she was interested in that wasn't her normal type. You told her you didn't like her like that. She has every right to find someone else. I don't know what she's done to him in the few short hours that CC's known Randy, but he's never been all touchy affectionate like he is with her right now if it wasn't required in the script. You're my boy and all and we're cousins, but she's like my little sister. You hurt her enough when you told her she was just like a little sister to you…don't hurt her by fuckin up any chance he and her have aight?"

"Yeah man."

John walked over to where Corey sat with Randy. He noticed Corey was sleeping and looked at his friend.

"Dude what's goin on?"

"I got your message about the barbecue. I was only gonna come for a day or two for that…but I really need your advice on something."

"No prob man. You know you're more than welcome at my house. CC's got some extra space at hers too."

Randy nodded and looked down at the sleeping woman. He'd always been a little nervous or shy around woman. When he had a girlfriend he wasn't really into the whole public affection displays. For some reason though he couldn't stop being affectionate with Corey and he'd only known her a few hours.

"You like her don't you?"

"I don't know her."

"You know enough…"

Randy looked at John.

"Man I don't know enough to ask her out."

"She'd give you a chance if ya asked ya know?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Did you ride with her or did you drive your rental?"

"Rode with her."

"I'm done here. Ya think you can carry her out to her car? Is your shoulder ok for that?"

"Yeah it's fine. Doc's already cleared me to wrestle."

John nodded and watched as Randy carefully lifted Corey up as to not wake her. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest. John saw the smile that Randy tried to hide. John got the keys out of her purse, told his friends bye, and followed Randy outside. He unlocked Corey's car and opened the passenger side door for Randy. After buckling her seatbelt, Randy took the keys from John.

"Dude I don't know where she lives…"

"Follow me. Her house is down the street from mine. We'll stop at her house first and then go to mine."

Randy nodded and followed John's car. When they reached Corey's house, Randy picked her up and followed John into her house.

"Can you make it up the stairs?"

"Yeah where's her room?"

"Up the stairs and it's the last door on the right."

Randy nodded and carried Corey into her room. He set her down on the window seat so he could pull the covers back on her bed. He had to admit he liked the black comforter and red silk sheets on her bed. He then took off her flip-flops, the Chain Gang hat, and her zip up hoodie that she wore. He picked her up again and placed her under the covers. He was going to leave the covers pulled down, but he noticed she had it really cold in her room. He pulled the covers up over her body and then placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight Corey…"

John hurried to get back downstairs before Randy saw him standing in the doorway. Randy closed Corey's bedroom door and met John by the front door.

"Ready?"

"Ready…"

The next morning Corey woke up to the ringing of her house phone. She rolled over and picked up the cordless phone, pressing the talk button.

"Yeah?"

"Morning sunshine."

"What the fuck do ya want Felix?"

"What time ya comin over for the barbecue?"

"What time ya startin?"

"In two hours."

Corey looked at the clock on her nightstand and groaned when it read ten am.

"I'll be over as soon as I'm dressed."

"Ok bye CC."

"Bye Felix."

It was then Corey realized she was in her bed in her room. The last thing she remembered was being at Bass Camp and Randy offering his shoulder as a pillow. When she went to get out of bed she noticed a small note on her dresser.

Corey,

Didn't want to wake you to leave the studio so I carried you to the car and then put you to bed. Don't worry you didn't snore or talk in your sleep. See you at John's later.

Randy

PS – You look beautiful when you're sleeping…and when you're awake.

Corey just looked at the note and soon a smile appeared on her face. Oh what a day today would be. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a few things. Just as she was getting frustrated trying to figure out what outfit to wear, she heard her best friend Teresa's voice.

"In here Reese!"

Teresa Jacobs walked up the stairs and headed into Corey's room. Corey looked at her friend stressed. Teresa and Corey had met at a show while Teresa was visiting her dad who was known as Kane and Corey was visiting her dad who was known as The Undertaker. They'd been best friends ever since. Teresa was the only female that she was friends with.

"What's up Core?"

"I don't know what to wear to Felix's barbecue."

"Since when have you…oh wait that's right Randy Orton is here."

"How'd you know that?"

"John called me this morning."

"You two need to hook up already."

"Try telling him that."

"Ok…"

Teresa looked at Corey and shook her head in disbelief.

"It ain't that easy Core."

"Do you see who you're talking to? I'm one of the very few he actually really listens to and actually trusts and believes. If he likes you the way I think he does…it's that easy."

Teresa again shook her head and then listened in as Corey told her what happened the previous day. After reading the note Randy had left, Teresa looked over Corey's clothing options. Corey had placed a pair of dark blue jeans down on her bed. Next to the jeans was three different shirts with smart aleck naughty comments on them.

"Where did you get these shirts? God Core you hang out with the guys too much."

"Hey Felix helped me pick those out. I like them."

"Do you not own any girlie shirts?"

"Girlie shirts? What are those?"

Teresa hit her friend with one of the pillows that some how ended up on the floor in her sleep.

"I so need to take you shopping. I think we have time before the barbecue."

Corey groaned as Teresa pulled her out of the door. Two hours later Corey couldn't believe how different she looked. Growing up with her dad when her parents divorced Corey was a tomboy through and through. She'd never worn a skirt or a girlie shirt as Teresa called them. Yet here she was standing in John's driveway wearing a dark blue jean skirt, a black halter-top, and black flip-flops. Her hair, which was normally in a messy bun or in braided pigtails, fell in loose waves around her face.

"Reese do I really look ok?"

"You look beautiful Core. He'll never know what hit him. Plus you can get Marc jealous in the process…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Teresa realized she'd said too much, but Corey wouldn't let it go.