A/N: So here's the next chapter that I promised, I'm really trying to make up for lost time here…btw is 3 months too soon to get a new romance in Sara's life? I mean, one of my cousins got divorced so she could move in with her new boyfriend a week later! Yea so, I only own Sara and Brianna all others own themselves! Enjoy y'all!

Drinking equals Confessing

Randy's POV:

I had decided to get Sara out of the bar before she got too hurt by John. She may not be saying it, but I could tell that seeing him and the red head all over each other was killing her. Sara convinced me to take her to another bar, and she hadn't stopped drinking since we had got here. Her drink of the night seemed to be Jack Daniels-I had to get the bartender to cut her off. She was drunk off her ass, and was starting to get out of control.

"Sara, that's enough. Put the drink down. It's time to go." I said, as I looked down at Sara.

"Uh huh. Time to go." Sara replied as she slammed the drink down. She went to stand up, but her legs buckled and she went crashing towards the floor. I managed to grab her before she fully hit the floor, and locked my arm around her waist so that she wouldn't crash to the ground. My attempts to help Sara walk failed, and I had to pick her up and carry her to the taxi that was waiting.

"You over did it tonight Sara." I commented as I shut the door.

She just groaned and then leaned her head on the window. The rest of the taxi drive was relatively quite, with Sara humming every once in a while.

Once we were back at the hotel, I scooped Sara up again, and carried her up to her room. I managed to find her key, and walked in hoping to find Jackie, Trish, Stacy, or Victoria. I was out of luck. The room was dimly lit, and there was no sign of anyone being back.

"We home?" Sara mumbled.

"No, we're at the hotel. Sara, are you going to puke?" I asked, as I saw a green shade coming over Sara's face.

"Uh huh." She replied. I got her to the bathroom, and the set her by the toilet. She positioned herself over the bowl, and I held her hair back as she puked up the evening's alcohol. I really hate seeing her like this, but she did it to herself. I had the feeling that she was just trying to get rid of the images of John in her head, but I wasn't sure.

About 20 minutes later, Sara had finished puking and had managed to get herself into the shower. I was leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom, listening incase she passed out or fell over.

"Randy…clothes." Sara slurred. I found her suitcase and pulled out a t-shirt and pair of shorts, and threw them into the bathroom I heard Sara start crying, and knocked on the door. "Sara, what's wrong?"

She didn't answer, but walked out of the bathroom with just her shorts on, and her shirt twisted around an arm and her neck.

"Can't get unstuck, my wrist hurts." Sara answered, in mid sniffle.

It was extremely hard for me to see Sara standing in front of me, half naked. I had to keep reminding myself that she was totally wasted and wouldn't even remember doing this. I sighed, and untwisted her shirt, and then helped her over to the bed. She managed to crawl under the covers, and curled up in a tiny ball.

"Sara, I'm putting a trash can next to the bed. If you feel like you're going to puke, use the trashcan. Ok?" I told her.

"Yuhuh." Sara mumbled, half coherent.

"I'm going to go now. Are you going to be ok?"

Sara didn't reply, and I leaned down in front of her. Her breathing was really faint, and I was starting to get worried about her.

"Sara, can you hear me?" I asked, as I shook her shoulder gently.

She groaned, and then muttered something in complete gibberish.

Great, had she drank enough to get alcohol poisoning?

"Sara, if you hear me open your eyes." I said, waiting for a response.

One of her eyes fluttered open, and I felt a bit more at ease.

"Don't leave me." She said, in a drunken stupor.

"I won't. Don't worry, I'll stay here till the girls get back." I replied, as I brushed some hair out of her face.

I sat down on the bed next to her, and Sara turned to face me.

"Thanks." She mouthed.

"No problem." I quietly replied. I watched as Sara lay next to me, dozing off. She began talking, and I was amused until she started becoming understandable.

"I shoulda married you instead of him. Woulda been Sara King-Orton. We woulda had Brianna Orton. I screwed up huge time." Sara rambled.

"Shh Sara. Go to sleep." I replied.

She cuddled up to me, and answered "I think I been falling in love with you."

"Sara, get some rest. Say that to me when you're not shit faced alright?" I commented, feeling my heart rate speed up.

"Alrighty. Randy, do you love me?" Sara muttered before she finally fell asleep…or passed out.

I reached over and turned off the light. Leaning my head against the wooden headboard, I quietly answered,

"I love you more than you could possiblyimagine Sara King."

A/N: Hehe, I liked this chapter! It's short, but oh well! I updated twice today! Be proud everyone! Hope y'all liked it, and remember to review! Thanks and good night!