Jealousy
Randy's Room"So," said Dave, as he came out of the bathroom, "what's going on with you and a certain redhead?"
"Nothing. It's what I told you before. We're just friends. She's been going through some stuff and needed someone to talk to. I just happened to be the person she chose."
"What kind of stuff? I mean, I could tell she had been crying when she left here this afternoon, even if she did try to hide it."
"Just stuff – nothing you need to worry about…" Randy trailed off. He really didn't want to get into this discussion at the moment, but he could tell by the look on Dave's face that he wasn't going to just let this go.
"Well, it's obviously something pretty big. You've never even really talked to the girl and now she's spending the afternoon in our hotel room? With you whispering sweet nothings in her ear?"
"Sweet nothings? Who the hell are you? Dr. Ruth? No! It's not like that…she just needs someone... And what difference does it make – what I do in my spare time and who I do it with?" demanded Randy, glaring at Dave.
"It doesn't man. I could give two shits what or who you're doing in your down time. I was just curious is all. What could she possibly be hid-"
"She's not hiding anything!" interrupted Randy. Except that she is – she's hiding this huge secret. But she trusted me enough to tell me…and there's no way in hell I'm breaking that trust. "Look – it's just…this whole thing with Lita is really intense right now – the feelings I have for her – it's different than anything I've felt before. And, I kind of made some promises, ones that I can't back out on, that I don't want to back out on. I agreed not to say anything to anyone about what she's told me. No one knows – not even Trish or Stacy and they're her best friends. I just – I can't say anything right now. Do you understand Dave? I wish I could tell you what's going on, I just can't," said Randy, more calmly.
"Hey – I understand. Just be careful, kid. Relationships that are started during high-pressure situations can become intense really fast," declared Dave knowingly.
"Thanks Dave. I'll keep that in mind. So, are you heading out somewhere?" asked Randy, glancing quickly at the clock to make sure he wasn't going to be late for his dinner with Lita.
"Yeah, I told some of the guys I'd meet them down in the bar for a drink before heading out to a club, seeing as tonight is our last night in Houston. Wanna come?"
"Uh, no thanks. I already have plans. But hey – what club are you all heading too?"
"The Paesanos Lounge. It's on Main Street…why you planning on catching up with us later? Maybe after…?" smirked Dave, as he walked out the door.
Randy grabbed a sneaker and threw at Dave's departing back. "Shut the fuck up man! It's not like that!"
"Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Randy heard him call down the hallway. Randy just shook his head and grabbed his cell phone off the bedside table. Flipping through the phone book, he found what he was looking for and dialed the number.
Later That NightRandy knocked on the door and waited for Lita to answer. He couldn't seem to get Dave's words out of his head. Remember – relationships that are started during high-pressure situations can become intense really fast. Well, this certainly was a high-pressure situation and Randy could already see how quickly his feelings for Lita were changing. He had started out only wanting to help her get through a difficult situation, but now – it seemed that every time he was around her, he wanted to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.
What the hell was he doing? Lita was in no way ready for a relationship. And anyway…they had only started getting to know each other the last couple of days. Randy closed his eyes and tried to get her face, her smile, her eyes…her lips, out of his head. Unfortunately, Lita chose this moment to open the door and invite him in to her hotel room.
"What do you have there?" she asked noticing the bag he was carrying.
"I ordered us some Japanese food. I'm pretty tired of room service, and I had an idea that you might be too. I thought it would be a nice change," he shrugged as he began taking containers out of the bag, placing them on the small table. "If you don't like Japanese, we can always order something else."
"No-no. It's fine. Thanks for doing this. How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching for her bag that was hanging on the back of one of the chairs.
"Don't worry about it. It was my pleasure. Have a seat," he said motioning to the empty chair as he sat down across from the redhead.
Lita smiled and sat down. She looked over at Randy, but he seemed to be concentrating more on the chicken tempura in front of him, than on anything else. She watched as he aimlessly pushed the food around on his plate, eating a forkful of his meal every now and then, but still not talking. Lita wondered what he was thinking about, why he looked – well, at the moment, he looked almost lost. As the pair continued to eat their dinner, an awkward silence descended on the room. Finally, Lita stabbed her fork into her noodles, and reached over and touched his hand. Looking up at her, he pulled his hand away and gave her a questioning stare.
"What's wrong? I mean, you haven't said a word since we sat down to eat and you've been staring at your dinner for like ten minutes now. What gives?" she asked, a concerned look crossing her exotic features.
"What? Oh, nothing. I'm fine. I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now. I'm sorry. So, how was your afternoon?" he asked, trying to change the subject. But Lita wasn't about to be put off quite so easily.
"How was my afternoon? It was fine, but you're not too subtle with your attempt at changing the subject. Randy – come on…what's bugging you?" she persisted.
"Lita, there is nothing bothering me, okay? I just don't feel like talking right now! Can we leave it alone?" he questioned, fiddling with his napkin.
Lita just stared at him for a moment before getting up from the table and walking around so she was standing directly next to him. Putting both her hands on his shoulders, she forced him to turn and face her. She knelt down so her eyes were level with his. Looking into his eyes, she saw concern, and worry, and something else. What was it? she wondered. Apprehension?
By this time, Randy was getting a bit nervous. The way she was looking at him, it was as if she could see into his very soul. To avoid having to answer her questions, he looked away, and standing, walked over to the hotel room window. How could he tell her what he was really thinking? How could he tell her that he wanted to be with her so badly that it was practically driving him crazy – and this after being around her for a little more than one day? How could he stay here another minute without wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and kissing her with all the emotion he was feeling? He sighed, turning around, and noticed that she had sat back down at the table. She was resting her chin in her hand, watching him with wide, questioning eyes. Lita was completely taken aback – here she had told him her deepest, darkest secret and he couldn't even tell her what he was thinking about. It was baffling. She finally couldn't take the quiet anymore. She felt herself becoming angry at his inability to open up to her.
"What the hell Randy! Tell me something…enlighten me…if we are going to build a relationship," Shit, did I just say that? "Uh, I mean a friendship – oh, whatever we are to each other…then why can't you talk to me? You need to be able to talk to me like I talk to you. You need to be able to tell me your secrets and your thoughts. God, I'm not asking for your soul – I just want to know what's going on with you!" said Lita in anger. Randy was shocked. He had never heard her talk to anyone like that before. And it instantly made him feel guilty that he couldn't express his feelings to her, that he couldn't communicate to her his frustrations and needs.
Walking back to the table, he sat down next to her. "I'm sorry. It's-it's always been really hard for me to talk to people. I guess I'm not all that good at communicating what I'm thinking or feeling. I'm a man for Christ's sake! You should know we don't talk about our feelings with other people."
"But Randy? I'm not just other people. I'm the person who chose you – I chose you to tell my secret to. I was completely honest with you…the least you can do is be honest with me. Is that too much to ask? Because if it is, let me know now…let me know before I get in too deep." She looked at him, hoping that he would understand, hoping that he would be able to open up to her…to tell her what was going on in his head, to explain to her the look in his eyes, his silence. Lita was hoping he would understand her need for honesty, but she had this nagging feeling that maybe she shouldn't have revealed her own feelings quite so passionately.
"Li – I-I…it's just something Dave said okay? Don't worry about it."
"Did he say something about us – about the two of us being in your hotel room this afternoon?" she asked with contempt flashing in her eyes.
"No – look, it's no big deal okay? Can we drop it?" he asked. But Lita shook her head at him. She was not just going to drop it. If someone was saying things about her, then she had every right to know what they were saying.
"What did Dave say, huh Randy? That we were fucking? Did he think he interrupted us? What? What could he have said that has you all tied up in knots right now?" asked Lita, a mixture of disdain and concern in her voice.
"He just – he said that relationships started under high pressure situations can become intense really fast. And I –"
"Relationship? Randy, I don't even know how you feel about me…" said Lita, slightly taken aback by his statement. Of all the things she had imagined Dave saying, this was definitely not one of them.
Randy stared at Lita, waging a mental battle with himself. What if I tell her the truth – how I really feel – and she pushes me away again? What if I tell her and I lose her forever? Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth, only to quickly close it again.
"Randy come on! I know you must have something to say. So, just tell me –"
"The truth?" said Randy, cutting her off. I guess it's now or never right? Just tell her and get it over with. "I started out just wanting to help you. The night that we ran into each other and you looked so terrified? I just wanted to be your friend, to help you with whatever was wrong, to bring you back to the hotel. But then on the way into the hotel, you fell asleep in my arms and ended up staying in my hotel room. That night, I stayed awake a long time just watching you sleep. I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay…the next day, you let me in your hotel room and told me your secret. After that, I knew I couldn't turn away, that I couldn't leave you…" he paused, thinking back to the morning that she had sat on her hotel room couch and told him about her nightmare. It made him shudder to think about her pain, her fear, the panic attacks she still experienced – his hands closing into tight fists as he remembered the look in her eyes, the way her voice shook as she talked, the tears that had rolled down her cheeks. Lita just sat staring at him, listening to each word he spoke, a look of shock on her face that he had decided to completely open up to her.
Taking a breath, he steadied himself, and began again. "I don't know quite what happened after that. I tried to protect you the best I could from your fear. I know I promised that I would help you get through this, but a part of me, since that very first night, has always wanted to be more than just a friend to you. And what Dave said? It's completely true. These feelings I have for you? They're more intense than anything I've ever felt for a woman…" he trailed off as he realized what he had just said.
Lita just sat staring at him, watching the play of emotions across Randy's face. She had thought his feelings towards her had grown beyond the boundaries of friendship. And how she wanted to say the words back to him. How she wanted to tell him how badly she needed him, how much she wanted to feel his arms around her, how much she wanted him in her life. But at that moment, looking into his blue eyes, the words escaped her and she couldn't tell him.
She looked up at him, "Randy…I-I, um…" Why can't I just tell him how I feel? That since the night when I collided with him outside the arena, I've wanted nothing more than to be with him. When I slipped up before, when I told him that if we were going to have a relationship – I want that – a relationship. I don't just want to be his friend. I want to be his everything. I told him to be honest with me, and he was – completely. So why can't I be honest with him now? Why can't I tell him everything that is in my heart? How much I want him – in my life, in my heart, in my arms. I just can't say the words.
Randy looked at Lita. She hadn't said one word since he had finished speaking. And yet – for whatever reason – he understood. It was as if he had become so in-tune with her emotions and needs, that he didn't need to question what she was thinking. He had realized, when she had mistakenly said that if they were going to have a relationship, that he needed to be honest with her about his feelings. Even if, at that moment, she couldn't tell him her true feelings. He understood that he needed to be patient. That until Lita had some control over her own life, her own feelings, it would be hard for her to open up to him. Randy stood up from the table and looked down into her hazel eyes. He carefully reached out and brushed his hand down her cheek. Lita closed her eyes for an instant, before looking at him, her eyes swimming with unanswered questions.
"I told you I would be there for you. That won't change. But know this Li – when you're ready? I'll be waiting." Randy walked over to the door and opened it. Turning back he said, "Good night Li. Have fun tonight. Lock the door after I leave." Flashing her a small smile, he walked out the door.
Lita watched as the door closed softly behind him. Putting her head in her hands, she sighed. I just let him walk out the door. I let him walk away from me. I have to stop this – I have to stop being so afraid to open my heart again. I want him – and it scares the shit out of me. Lita shook her head and let out another sigh. Glancing at the clock, she realized she better start getting ready to go out. Out – back into a world filled with fear. No, I'm not going to let the fear win. I'm going out and having fun with my friends. I deserve a night that I can just let go a little…that I can just let go of it all.
Randy's Room…Randy walked back into his hotel room. He walked over to the minibar and pulled out a nip of Jack and a bottle of Coke. Screw the Coke, he thought, tossing it back in the fridge. Sitting down on his bed, he unscrewed the cap and emptied the bottle, feeling it burn down his throat. Randy glanced at the clock. She's probably leaving right now – going out with her friends. God, I bet she looks beautiful. He closed his eyes for a moment and pictured her face – he imagined himself wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling her heartbeat against his chest. Running his hand over his face, he stared at the empty bottle of alcohol he had just consumed. I gotta get out of here. Where did Dave say they were going tonight? The something Lounge. Oh hell. I should just call him.
Lita's Room…Lita startled as a quick knock sounded, breaking the silence of the hotel room. She immediately relaxed when she heard loud giggles on the other side of the door. After quickly glancing through the peephole, Lita grabbed her bag and pulled open the door. She smiled when she saw Trish and Stacy.
"Li! You look great! I love that top!" exclaimed Trish as she looked at Lita's dark purple halter. Lita smiled sheepishly and glanced down quickly at the rest of her outfit. She hoped she didn't look too provocative. She didn't exactly want to call all that much attention to herself.
Stacy suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room. "Come on! Off we go –I heard the Pasaneos Lounge is great- everyone raves about it!" she cried as the trio made their way to the elevators and then out of the hotel. Lita hesitated for only a moment, something that did not go unnoticed by her friends, before quickly falling into step beside Trish and Stacy.
At the Bar…
Lita leaned back against the bar, slowly sipping her margarita. Her eyes scanned the group of people in front of her who were dancing to the loudly playing music. Trish and Stacy had gone off to flirt with two guys at the other end of the bar. She glanced to her left, just to make sure they were still there. As she once again looked over the crowd, her thoughts turned to Randy. She smiled as she pictured his eyes, those eyes that seemed to be able to recognize exactly what she was feeling and thinking. I'll wait for you Li. His words kept playing over and over again in her head. She smiled – he really did want to be with her. Even after everything she had told him, he still wanted to be with her.
She raised her glass to her lips once again and, through the crowd, spotted a group of her coworkers occupying a large booth in a back corner. Lita watched for a moment as Dave grabbed a hold of a blonde woman and pulled her onto his lap. The woman started giggling as Dave began kissing her neck. What the hell does he know about relationships? He probably hooks up with a different girl every night. Lita turned back to the bar. "Could I get a water?" she asked the bar tender.
"Sure doll face. Here you go," he replied, placing a bottle of water in front of her. Lita smiled her thanks, and turned around to watch the people dancing, just as Trish and Stacy walked over.
"Come on! This used to be your favorite song. Let's go dance, Li!" yelled Trish over the loud music. She grabbed Lita's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Stacy followed quickly behind and soon, the three divas were dancing and joking as they tried to keep up with the music.
"I'm going to grab something to drink – do you girls want anything?" asked Lita as the DJ finally put on a slow song and the trio made their way off the dance floor.
"Yeah – gin and tonic would be great," said Trish fanning herself with her hand.
"Make that two – thanks Li. We'll be right back!" called Stacy as she and Trish made their way towards the bathroom. Lita walked over to the bar and ordered their drinks. She looked up from the bar for a moment and her breath caught in her throat. Randy had just walked in wearing a crisp blue button down shirt and charcoal gray slacks. Spotting Dave, he slowly made his way towards the back booth, working his way through the throngs of people. At that moment, Trish and Stacy returned from the bathroom, calling her name from across the dance floor as they rushed toward her.
"Lita! Oh my god – you won't believe who we just saw hooking up! Christy and Jericho! Can you believe that?" asked Stacy as they approached the redheaded diva. Lita just nodded her head, as her attention appeared to be elsewhere. At the sound of her name, Randy had stopped in his tracks, looking over the crowd until his blue eyes had settled on her, his gaze immediately locking with hers. Offering her an awkward smile, he began to make his way towards her, but stopped when he saw Trish and Stacy fast approaching. He gave her a slight nod and continued to weave his way through the crowd, finally reaching the booth. Lita frowned slightly. Is he just going to ignore me? He's not even going to come over and say hello? I thought maybe we had gotten past this nonsense this afternoon when he was finally able to open up to me. What if he's upset because I couldn't tell him how I feel? Did I ruin everything? The thoughts continued to swirl in Lita's head as she watched Randy joking with his friends, a Jack and Coke in his hand. She also didn't fail to notice the group of ring rats that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere the moment Randy had sat down.
"Uh, Lita? Hello? Did you hear anything we just said?" asked Stacy nudging Lita in the side, while downing the remainder of her drink.
"What? Oh, yeah. Christy and Jericho. Interesting combination…" she said trailing off as she continued to stare in Randy's direction. Trish and Stacy followed her gaze, finally spotting Randy Orton leaning back comfortably in a back booth, laughing at something Dave had just said.
"Friends, huh?" whispered Stacy to Trish. Trish smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't going to press Lita anymore on that particular subject – at least not as this moment. She didn't know what was really going on with her best friend and the self-proclaimed Legend Killer, but she knew that when Lita was ready, when she had sorted everything out for herself, she would tell them.
Just then, another fast song started blaring through the speakers. Hearing the song, Trish grabbed Lita by the hand attempting to drag her onto the dance floor. "Come on Li! This is such a great song. Let's dance!"
Lita shook her head. "I think I'll sit this one out. These heels are killing my feet! You guys go – I'm going to finish my drink." Trish tried once more to get Lita out on the dance floor, but when she once again declined, Trish and Stacy went to go dance with some of their other friends who had also made their way onto the floor. Sitting down on an empty stool, she watched her friends. Finally, the DJ began to play a song that was more to her liking and she made her way out onto the floor to join Trish, Stacy, and some of her coworkers. Lita could feel the music washing over her as she turned and came face-to-face with Shane Helms. Smiling at him, the pair began to dance. Lita made sure to keep a comfortable distance between them as they continued to move to the music. Shane yelled to her over the music and she couldn't help but laugh at the goofy look on his face. I'm actually enjoying myself. I haven't had this much fun in such a long time. It's so nice to be out with my friends again. she thought as she continued to dance. As another song came on, Lita continued dancing with Shane, cautiously resting her hands on his shoulders.
Randy watched as Lita began dancing with Shane. He watched as she laughed at something he said. He watched as she continued to move around the dance floor – her movements perfectly matching the beat of the music. He watched as she put her hands on his shoulders as a new song started to play. Randy wanted to rush over there and grab her, pull her away from Helms and close to him. He wanted to feel her heartbeat, feel her hands on his shoulders. Randy continued to watch them out on the dance floor, as he finished his drink. Obviously, what he had said to while they had dinner didn't matter – because here she was, dancing with some other guy. And she didn't look like she minded one bit. Fine. If you want to play the game, we'll play. But it's a game I'm going to win. Randy thought as he stood up and grabbed a brunette who had been seductively leaning over the back of the booth trying to get his attention all night. Dragging her onto the floor, they began to dance, their bodies moving closer together with each passing moment.
As Lita danced with Shane, her hazel eyes continued to look for Randy. She finally spotted him across the dance floor, her gaze stopping dead when she saw some girl with her arms wrapped around Randy's neck as they danced. She wanted to scream when she saw the girl stand on her tiptoes and whisper something in his ear. Lita could only imagine what it was she was saying. Randy looked back at the girl with a look of astonishment, his eyes wide in disbelief. The look quickly faded when he caught Lita watching him. He lightly pushed the girl away and began making his way towards her, his progress impeded by the people still crowding the dance floor.
Lita, noticing him walking towards her, thanked Shane for the dance and grabbed Trish and Stacy. "Are you guys ready to go? It's two o'clock and we have an early flight tomorrow. I think it's time we head back to the hotel."
"Yeah, you're probably right…we should get going. Come on – I'll get us a cab," said Trish as the divas made their way towards the exit. Randy stopped, watching Lita leave, not even giving him a second glance. Shit! I really fucked up. But what am I supposed to do? She made it pretty obvious she didn't want to be with me tonight. But I still shouldn't have been hanging all over that chick. I should have been with her. But if the guys saw us together, they would start asking all sorts of questions – about us, about why we're hanging out together…it would be really awkward. I've got to fix this though – make her understand. Randy yelled to Dave that he was heading back to the hotel. Dave waved his hand in Randy's general direction as he continued to grind up against the blonde in front of him. Randy watched for a second before shaking his head and taking off towards the exit. I've got to make her understand. He kept repeating the thought over and over again in his head as he made his way back to the hotel.
Lita's Room
After Trish and Stacy dropped her off on her floor, Lita made her way back to her hotel room. After entering the room, she leaned back against the closed door, shutting her eyes for a moment, and thinking back to everything that had happened just moments before. Why had she been so upset seeing him with another woman? You know that! You know why. Lita walked over and looked at herself in the mirror. I wanted to be the girl he was dancing with. I wanted to the one he had his arms wrapped around. I wanted to be the one whispering in his ear. I wanted to be with him tonight…
Lita jumped when there was a sharp knock on the hotel room door, breaking her out of her thoughts. Looking through the peephole, she took a deep breath before opening the door. Standing in the doorway, arms across her chest, she looked up at the man standing before her.
"Manage to escape from your ring rats?" she asked, the words sounding just as sarcastic as she had meant them to be. She stared at him contemptuously as the expression on his face hardened. Lita knew that all she really wanted to do was tell him what she was truly thinking, but at the moment, her jealousy was getting the better of her.
"Can I come in or do you want to do this in the middle of the hallway?" Randy questioned. Lita hesitated for a moment, before stepping aside, allowing him to enter her room. Randy turned and watched her close and lock the door before he started talking, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Tonight – when I saw you at the club? I don't think I've ever seen you looking so beautiful. And believe me, all I really wanted to do was grab you and hold you and dance with you all night. But do you understand what would happen if I did that? Do you know all the looks and the questions we would be getting? It would have been really awkward – for both of us. So I –"
"So you pretended you didn't see me? That you didn't know me? That we haven't spent all this time together the past few days? " Lita interrupted, her eyes burning with anger.
"I did what I had to do – for both our sakes. Where there are questions – people expect answers. And I don't think you're really ready to answer all those questions are you? So, I played along – I played the part that I'm supposed to…the playboy who chases after rats," he returned, his anger mounting.
Lita laughed sarcastically as she listened to him. "You are something else! You were helping me? You were protecting me from the looks and the questions? Please Randy. You were there to hook up with a cheap piece of ass!"
"I was-I-what?" Randy stuttered. "I was not there to pick up a 'cheap piece of ass' as you so eloquently put it. And what were you doing? Dancing with Shane Helms! I tell you how I feel about you – which was not easy – and you go off with some other guy!"
"Shane and I are friends! I was dancing with a friend…having fun! You seemed to be pretty busy with that rat you picked up! Why do even give a damn who I was dancing with?" Lita shouted.
"How can you ask that?" Randy exploded. "How can you ask that after everything I told you this afternoon? You really think I would do that?" I had no intention of doing anything with that girl, I just wanted to make Lita feel as jealous as I was.
"I saw you doing that! She had her arms wrapped around you, whispering in your ear. And you looked like you were more than happy to follow along with anything she had planned!"
"Do you know what's going on in my head?" Randy asked. When he got no answer, he continued. "Because you know what Lita? I sure as hell don't know what's going on in yours. You won't tell me anything! You won't let me get close to you! Why are we even having this argument?" Throwing his hands in the air, Randy glowered at the redhead standing in front of him.
"I was jealous okay? Jealous that you were – oh just forget it," she said shaking her head.
"I will not just forget it. This afternoon, you practically ripped my head off because I wouldn't tell you how I was feeling. Fuck Lita! Tell me – you just said you were jealous? Of what? Tell me, Lita – what were you jealous of tonight?"
"Randy let it go okay? It was some stupid comment. I never should have said anything." Lita turned her back to him, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to gain some control over her emotions.
Randy watched her for a moment before walking to the door. Turning and looking at her, his voice was quiet and controlled when he spoke to her. "God you don't get it do you? I want you so badly – every time I'm near you, all I want to do is wrap my arms around you, to kiss you until the whole world disappears around us. You're driving me crazy, Lita. Do you know how hard it is being with you, but not being able to truly be with you? To not be able to hear that you want me as much as I want you?" When he got no response, Randy sighed, opening the door and walking out of Lita's hotel room.
As soon as she heard the door click shut behind him, Lita sat down on the corner of her bed, letting the tears flow. I let him walk away. Again. I let him walk out of my life – maybe forever. How could I just let him leave? Lita looked up at the closed door, realizing what Randy had just confessed to her. Her tears slowed as she wiped the wetness from her cheeks, staring at the closed door with a new resolve. I can't let him go. I need to tell him how I feel. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll find him and tell him. I just hope it's not too late. Lita stood up and walked over to her suitcase, grabbing her pajamas. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she crawled into bed, thinking about what she had to do tomorrow.
Randy's RoomRandy slammed his fist against the wall as he entered his room. He saw Dave sprawled out across his bed, passed out and snoring loudly. Even the sound of Randy's hand impacting the wall didn't cause him to stir. Randy just shook his head before pulling a pair of track pants from his bag and walking into the bathroom. He stood, staring at himself in the mirror, the questions swimming in his head. How could I have gotten so angry at her? How could I have yelled at her like I did? She was jealous of that ring rat? How could I have just walked away? Randy stood looking at his reflection for a moment longer, before finally changing into his sleeping clothes. Walking out of the bathroom, he placed a glass of water and a couple of aspirin next to Dave's bed before finally climbing into his own bed and pulling the blanket over his head. He closed his eyes and finally fell into a fitful sleep.
The Next MorningLita woke up the next morning and looked at the clock. Jumping out of bed, she realized that she only had a couple of hours before leaving for the airport. After taking a quick shower, she pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt and grabbed her keycard. Last night, she had agreed to meet Trish and Stacy for breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Waiting for the elevator to arrive, Lita practiced what she was going to say to Randy when they were finally face-to-face again. Stepping through the open doors, Lita punched the button and watched the numbers go down as she made her way to the lobby. The elevator came to a sudden stop on the twentieth floor and Lita could feel her cheeks burning as Randy stepped through the open doors. She averted her gaze, staring blankly at her shoes. Randy, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, watched the redheaded diva, wondering what she was thinking. Lita finally straightened and looked up at him.
Randy pulled off his sunglasses and returned her gaze without blinking. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever.
Just as Lita was about to begin talking, to tell Randy her true feelings, the elevator stopped once again. A large group filed onto the elevator, separating Randy and Lita into the back corners. Randy looked at the redheaded diva over the crowds' heads. He saw her looking back at him, a mixture of sadness, frustration, and something else – he didn't know what – filling her hazel eyes. How he wished all of these people were gone so he could talk to her, so he could hold her.
Lita leaned back, letting out an exasperated sigh. Of course! Right as I get up enough nerve to actually tell him how I feel, some tour group stops me dead in my tracks. Thank God they're not asking for autographs right now! She glanced to her left and saw Randy watching her over the crowd of people. She looked back at him, studying his features, trying to read his thoughts. Shaking her head, Lita turned and watched as the floor numbers continued to descend, finally reaching the hotel's lobby. As the group began to exit the elevator, she looked once again over to Randy. She took a step towards him and just as she was about to open her mouth, she heard her name being called.
"Lita! Come on! Stacy got us a table already. Let's move it girl!" called Trish as she walked towards her. Lita hesitated for a moment before slowly walking off the elevator. As Trish reached her, she immediately grabbed her hand and began pulling her towards the restaurant. Casting one last glance behind her, Lita saw Randy watching her walk away, a look of sadness filling his blue eyes.
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