Chapter 6: I Don't Want You
Randy had almost been late. He had lost his comb and couldn't comb his hair and took 20 minutes to find it. When he found it, everyone had already gotten in the car and was about to leave. Luckily for him, Nikki had gotten out of the car and pretended to have left her cell phone in her room. She had went and helped Randy finish up.
"OK. Everyone here?" Mrs. Keibler began to fret but her assistant calmed her down. "Thanks." she whispered to her assistant.
The had driven to the private airport in Malibu. Randy thought theu would be flying with everyone else in a public plane, but in First Class, but had gotten better out of it. When he stepped out of the limo, he was astonished.
"We're taking a private plane? Man, you guys have gotten the package huh?" Randy stared in awe.
"Heh... Some guys have all the luck. We just happen to be 4 of them." Jeanine ran up to the plane and went inside.
All of them just laughed. Everyone stepped into the plane and Randy tok a seat next to... who of course? Nikki. Nikki had already beat Ryan in turning on the radio for dibs on the music. Ryan and Nikki just couldn't seem to agree. A girl gangster, and a pretty boy frontman. The song "Got What U Need" played and Nikki started shaking her head and danced in her seat. She loved hip hop.
"Everyone, fasten your seat belts because we are about to take off for Manchester, England." The pilot had announced on the intercom.
"Wait up... Are we forgetting someone? MOM!" Stacy looked around for mom. And she realized Mrs. Keibler had been standing outsite trying to get their attention.
When Mrs. Keibler stepped in, she tried not to panic, then sat down just lke everyone else.
"Sorry Mrs. Keibler." The flight attendant apologized. Mrs. Keibler just motioned for them to take off. It was obvious that she gets plane sick easily.
Manchester, England
"Mom, I told you over and over never to look out the window. Look at you now, puking all over the palcce. Tsk tsk..." Stacy waved a finger. "Not good."
"Finally! SNIFF SNIFF I love the smell of England." Jeanine hopped out of the plane.
Ryan love England as well. Lots of people here played the guitar. So he can relate. Though people here go for a more mellow rock, he likes a little bit of punch.
"You don't have to carry those. The attendants can get it for you. Oh, and when we get outside, just please stay as far away from me as possible. Dealie?" Nikki squeezed in between the seat and the attendant to get through.
"Can -- May I ask why?" Randy asked.
"You ask so many questions boo boo. You'll see. ... I guess." Nikki hopped out of the plane. Randy had followed her, and he had no idea what was coming next.
"Out of the way, everyone out of the way!" The security guards were trying to keep the paparazzi from reaching the Keiblers. Flashes lit up, reporters trying to sneak a way in. Though this wasn't all new to Randy, he wondered why they wanted a piece of the family. Fortunately, they had gotten into the car safely, and they were off to London, where the British Parliament was located.
"OK, kids. Before we pop by in the Parliament. We need to fix up. Randy, Ryan, I need you to wear black pants and if possible a polo shirt. Girls, wear a claen cut skirt please. And put on makeup as well." Mrs. Keibler barked out her commands.
"Mother... I don't wear skirts. They're not me, and I don't put on a lot of makeup like you want. All I put on is mascara, moisturizer and lip gloss. Makeup isn't me." Nikki said.
"Well, black pants then honey. And that's fine. Just put on powder for me please?" Mrs. Keibler begged.
Nikki made a noise with her mouth. "OK. For dad. Just to impress them."
"Good." Mrs. Keibler smiled. "Everything's going smoothly. Just hope the party isn't a total disaster." She whispered to herself.
The Next Day
For Mrs. Keibler, one day wasn't enough to prepare for the bash. Everything went pretty hectic. Though, they made it OK.
"GOSH mom, if you're going to make us get ready for that long, might as well tell us the day before! Now my ass," Stacy smacked her butt, "Hurts like hell getting up every now and then just to get ready."
"Sorry honey. You know the Keiblers are very well known here in the UK. We need to keep our reputation." Mrs. Keibler explained.
"Reputaion is who people think you are. Credibility is who you really are." Nikki gagged. "Dammit, I can't seem to breathe in this."
Everyone laughed. They were all waiting outside. Randy had been escorted inside, since he is not part of the family. The Keiblers are to make an entrance, following Mr. Keibler. The Keiblers came out and flashes came off from the paparazzi. They all smiled, and Nikki was trying her best to try not to trip in her sandals and break the dress. Everyone bowed, praised the family, and Randy was wondering why. They're no royals, just filthy rich people from California. Soon the room was quiet, except for those trying to get their cameras ready for the entrance of Mr. Keibler. Everyone couldn't breathe. And Randy was dying to know who he is, and what he looked like.
"Announcing... Lord Philippe Keibler." The announcer said over the crown and music played over everyone.
Jeanine had already taken her place on stage and sung beautifully the national anthem. "God save our gracious queen, long live our noble queen!"
Everyone bowed at the sight of "Lord Philippe". Lord Philippe then went over to his family and hugged them all. Randy can see where Nikki had gotten her good looks. Mix of her handsome dad, and gorgeous mom. The party had officially begun and everyone bustled in their conversations. Mrs. Keibler had wanted Nikki to introduce Randy to her father, Nikki hesitated, but did as she was told.
"Dad!" Nikki hugged her father with delight.
"My baby! You look as beautiful as ever!" Mr. Keibler hugged her back.
"Dad, this is my friend, Randy Orton." Nikki introduced Randy.
Randy and Mr. Keibler shook hands. "Don't say, your name is Randy?" Mr. Keibler chuckled.
Nikki laughed as well. "Dad, please cal him Randall then instead."
"Yes. Hello Randall. I am Lord Philippe Keibler. But since you are no part of the Parliament, you can call me Mr. Keibler." Mr. Keibler said in a very smooth tone. Mr. Keibler look at Nikki and Randy. "You two look a nice couple."
Both of them said something at the same time. But different from each other.
"We're not dating." Nikki had said.
"Thank you sir." Randy replied.
"Wait, who's fibbing here?" Mr. Keibler looked stern.
"Dad, we're not dating." Then Nikki shook her head at Randy. Randy apologized.
"Well, you missed out Nicole." Mr. Keibler paused. "He looks like a fine gentleman."
"Not finer than me." Prince William had popped into their conversation.
"Ah, Prince William, Your Highness." Mr. Keibler bowed.
Nikki bowed. Randy didn't know what to do, but Nikki had pulled him down as well.
"Prince William." Nikki said snobbishly. She didn't like him at all.
"M' Lady." Prince William bowed at Nikki.
"I'm no Princess." Nikki replied.
"You soon will be. MY Princess." Prince William smiled. "Care to... Shall I say... dance?"
"No." Nikki replied.
"Nicole..." Mr. Keibler glanced at Nikki.
Nikki sighed andstuck out her arm, and Prince William grabbed it.
They went to dance, leaving Randy feeling angry. "He gets a dance and I don't get a date?"
Mr. Keibler heard. "She turned you down?"
"Yes sir. Asked her twice already, turned me down twice." Randy said in a hush tone.
"That's Nicole." Mr. Keibler said.
"What do you mean that's like Nikki?" Randy asked.
"Eh..." Mr. Keibler was distracted by a delegate. "Excuse Randall, I need to leave."
Randy just stood there watching at Prince William and Nikki, seeing Nikki smile. This made him feel angry.
Meanwhile with Prince William and Nikki...
Nikki smiled. "I hate you."
"I love you too babe." Prince William said.
"Ugh... You're lucky you got a dance this time, father had said me to, but if he weren't there, I would've turned you down in a heartbeat." Nikki kicked "accidentally" stepped on his foot.
"Ow. Looks like you can't dance." Prince William smiled again.
"And it looks like you can't stp being an asshole." Nikki smiled too.
"Give me the poo on that guy. You two dating?" Prince William lifted an eyebrow.
"If we were dating, would father let me dance with you? And do you think I'd dance with you? Wait, no, I never want to dance with you." Nikki growled.
"Then come with me." Prince William pulled Nikki out of the ballroom before Nikki could hesitate.
Back With Randy...
"Where is she going?" Randy murmured to himself.
"Probably to make out with Prince William." Stacy said.
"WHAT!" Randy yelled, but only a few heard.
"Just kidding. She LOATHES him. HATES him. DESPISES him. Why is it that Nikki gets all the guys she hates and all the guys I want?" Stacy stomped her foot on the ground to show her anger.
"But seriously, where are they going?" Randy asked.
"I don't know. From the lokos of it, Prince William is taking her somewhere where Nikki doesn't want to go. Did you see the way she was trying to break the hold of Prince William's hand from her arm?" Stacy observed.
"So you mean there's still a chance?" Randy asked.
"In your dreams." Stacy scoffed and left.
Randy went to go find them.
In The Garden
"WHAT NOW!" Nikki yelled at Prince William.
"Can I just kiss you? Just once?" Prince William asked.
"No. A B-I-G FAT no." Nikki tried to free herself.
"Come on, you know you want me. Women aren't immune to my handsome charm." Prince William smiled.
"Maybe I'm one of the people that don't fit into that category." Nikki squirmed to let herself go.
Prince William pulled her close to him. "I want you. I need you. And I'm going to get you wether you like it or not."
"Oh yeah? How about this?" Nikki kicked him right in the balls.
"OW!" Prince William held on to his pants.
"I don't want you. And whatever you say, however long you will chase after me, and even when I grow older and change, you will never, NEVER, ever get me. Not in a million years." Nikki pulled up her dress, turned around and ran. Then soon landed in Randy's arms.
"Are you OK?" Randy worried.
"No, that little freakin' b hit on me again." Nikki took a deep breath.
"I saw, but i didn't hear. I thought you liked him." Randy frowned.
"What? No, he's a complete asshole." Nikki pulled her skirt.
Randy let her go. He didn't want to hit on her like him. "You want to go?"
"Yeah, please. Can we?" Nikki looked into his eyes.
"Yeah. Let' get the car." Randy walked Nikki out.
"Umm... Randy?" Nikki stopped.
"Yeah?" Randy turned around.
"We took a limousine here remember?" Nikki refreshed his memory.
"Oh, right." Randy started walking towards the front.
Nikki just laughed and followed him.