Chapter 17: Worries

1 Month Later in St. Louis, Missouri...

"I need to find a lawyer! I have only2 weeks until the trial and I don't have a fucking lawyer!" Randy slammed the phone book on his bed angrily that he didn't even notice that someone was standing in his doorway.

"A lawyer for what?" A girl walked into his room.

"Go away!" Randy yelled at her younger sister, Becky.

Beckt put on a thinking face. "You're up to something... And I'm going to find out..." She walked out the doorway. Then peeked back into the room. "... And when I do, you're gonna be the one being yelled at." Then she left the room.

"Bitch." Randy muttered to the empty doorway.

Randy flipped through the phonebook looking for a top ranking lawyer. After 4 calls, he gave up. All of them demanded a high payment. Randy wasn't all that rich enough yet, he doesn't have huge storylines yet. Then he went to the referral list the DA had given him for lawyers, but he wasn't in the mood to call them anymore. He hadn't seen the crew in about a couple of weeks, and he was beginning to get frustrated thinking about doing it alone. He needed someone to help him during the trial, someone to support him. I don't havea girlfriend. I can't tell my parents. John and Trish and Nikki wouldn't have time. Who can I have by my side? Randy thought as he looked at his Marine Corps uniform framed and hug up on the wall. As he looked at his cadet uniform, he had remembered something very important. Then he got up and called the Marine Corps Headquarters in Virginia.

"Marine Corps Headquarters, how may I help you?" The receptionist said over the other line.

"Yes, can I please speak to the Admiral?" Randy said with a sinister smile.

New York...

Trish had woken up to the sight of the sun blinding her eye. She got up and walked to the kitchen. She brewed herself a fresh batch of coffee and went downstairs to the lobby to get the mail from the other day. As she headed back up in the elevator, she flipped through the mail.

"Nicole... Nicole... Nicole... Me... Nicole... Nicole... Me... John... JOHN?" Trish stared at the letter to John. John usually never gets mail. Trish just shook her head and continued to flip through the stack. "Nicole... Me... Me... Randy?" Trish look closely at the letter.

Soon the elevator door opened and she stepped into the hallway leading to their penthouse entrance door. Trish went back to the kitchen and placed the mail onto the mail tray, each going in their respectible spots. She opened her letters and just found the routine bills she received eery month. Even though she pain no attention to the other letters, she still couldn't help wondering what the hell was in that letter for Randy. On the other hand, they was no tray for him so it stuck out. Trish couldn't help herself so she opened the letter.

"Mr. Randy Orton... Blah blah blah... Your court trial date... Blah blah blah..." Trish frowned at the document. "He has a court trial?" She whispered to herself. Trish read on. "Blah blah blah... Royal Highness Prince William blah blah blah... Oh my gosh!" Trish exclaimed then picked up the receiver to phone Nikki and John.

Seattle, Washington...

"Where the hell are my spanky pants!" Nikki yelled out and slammed her gym bag onto the bench.

John walked in, who was holding something in his left hand. "You lookin' for this homie?" John gave her the thing.

Nikki snatched it. "Why do you have my spanky pants?"

"It was in my bag. I assumed it was yours because, 1: We live in the same house and it could've accidentally been dropped into mine. 2: You're the only one here that where "spanky pants". 3:... You ass is that only one that will be able to fit in that thing." John reasoned and looked at Nikki's butt. "Which I may say is Fi-i-i-ine!"

Nikki started to hit John with the shorts. "Go away move it, come on!" And with each hit, John said "Ow!"

After Nikki put on her shorts, she headed out to the ring. A big match, and she couldn't wait. After all, she was teamed up with John. After they got back from their compelling match, she went back to shower and gussy up. She had noticed the flashing colors on her cell, and went to check. She had one missed call from Trish, and another from a long distance area code. She called Trish back first, to see what was up.

"Hello?" Trish answered on the other line.

"You called?" Nikki replied back.

"Oh, I got a letter from the City of Toronto, and it's concerning Randy's trial date." Trish said.

Nikki didn't say anything.

"... That I totally didn't open..." Trish paused. "OK, FINE. I couldn't handle the suspense. He has two charges against Prince William,for starting the fight and harassment." Trish paused again to think, but Nikki had started before she got a chance to speak again.

"But he didn't start the fight or harass the dweeb. Freakin' liar..." Nikki trailed off in her anger.

"Can't you like get him to drop the charges? You're the only one that can persuade him to drop it." Trish asked.

"I don't beg. And persuading? He'll have conditions." Nikki answered.

"Right..." Trish stopped to think. "You think he has a lawyer by now?"

"He should, the DA probably gave him one." Nikki answered. "Anyway, I gotta go, I have another missed call I have to return."

"All right, see you later. Oh, and tell John that he has a letter waiting. It doesn't have a return address." Trish added.

"John? A letter? All he gets aremonthly bills. OK, I'll tell him. Hit ya up later." Nikki said andended the call.

John strolled in thelocker roomdrinking a bottle of water. "Yo homie, wanna get dinner? I'm starving."

"I only want a smoothie though." Nikki answered as she neatly folded and packed her stuff.

John chuckled. "Stupid! That is our meal!" John helped Nikki but stuffed everything in the back and zipped up the bag. "Move it, I'm craving for a Razzmatazz." John snatched the bag.

"Hey! It's not neat that way!" Nikki tried to pull back her bag but the strength of John overpowered her.

Johnclutched the bag towards his arm. "Sucker..." John rubbed it in Nikki's face and made an "L" on his forehead.

"Whatever." Nikki replied.

St. Louis, Missouri...

"Is something bothering you honey?" Mrs. Orton asked Randy at the dinner table.

"No mom, I'm fine." Randy replied.

"No, he's not he--" Becky tried to talk but Randy kicked her under the table which made the table shake. "Dork." She replied to Randy's action.

"Bitch." Randy growled.

"Hey! No language at the dinner table." Mr. Orton snapped.

"But we use this for like breakfast, lunch and snack time. How can it be a dinner table?" the younger borther, Nathan, asked.

"Zip it young man." Mr. Orton snapped back.

"Fine." Nathan hushed.

Randy kept on playing around with the food. He wasn't in the mood to eat, he wanted to go out and party. But then he didn't feel like it either, it had seemed like he had lost his mojo that night. After dinner he went up to his room to lie down and relax, he couldn't tell his parents he got in trouble with the law, and he didn't trust his siblings, they're such blabbermouths. He only had Nikki, John and Trish to trust, and he's thankful to have friends like them. He was going to have to get ready for the trial in 2 weeks, and he's willing to wait.

The Trial Week in Toronto, Canada...

John and Trish walked in the court room looking around for Randy. Once they saw him, they waved hi. Randy waved back, though once he realized Nikki wasn't with them, it didn't make his day any better. The trial was strating in 10 minutes and his lawyer still wasn't there, so he walked over to Trish and John to ask where is Nikki.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming to support me." Randy said.

"No big, you're one of us now." John put his knuckle out. "Yup, retard power homie."

Randy knuckled back. He then started to look around.

Trish took notice. "If you're looking for Nikki, then you're in the wrong place, she had a very important meeting to attend. And he's sorry she couldn't make it."

Randy gloomed.

"Chill, you can handle this." John patted Randy on the back.

Trish spotted the Prince on the other side of the court room. She growled at him.

John and Randy saw Trish growling and looked at where she was looking. The 2 growled as well.

"The trial will being in one minute, everyone please take your seats." The bailiff called out.

Randy ran to his seat and began to sweat. He was wondering where the hell his lawyer was. He wondered too muh of where his lawyer was, he was startled when the court entrance doors opened with a bang. A young woman walked up to Randy.

Randy looked up at her and was amazed. "What... Oh my gosh."

Trish and John noticed as well who replied simultaneously, "Oh... my... gosh!"