Chapter 21: Movin' Out and Movin' In

"Gosh Becky! SHUT UP! When I come to rest up, it just so happens that you're on vacation for the summer! Aaaaah! I need to scream!" Randy yelled at Becky.

Becky took 4 steps back. "You're already halfway there, you just need to be a little more high-pitched."

"NO JOKES! GO AWAY!" Randy threw a pillow at Becky, who turned to run out the room.

Randy sighed with despair and flipped through the latest issue of SmackDown! magazine. He flipped through and threw it aside. He didn't want to admit it, but he was bored. Then he picked up his cell to call the WWE Headquarters in Stamford.

"Hi, can I please speak with Mr. Vince McMahon? This is Randy Orton." Randy said over the receiver.

The representative transferred him to Vince's direct line, and he answered.

"Hello? Vince McMahon." Mr. McMahon answered.

"Hi, Mr. McMahon, this is Randy. I'm calling about my injury." Randy said.

"I know you have an injury, now what about it?" Mr. McMahon seemed impatient.

"I don't want to rehabilitate at home, so can I rehabilitate somewhere else?" Randy asked.

Mr. McMahon sighed. "And where do you plan on staying and first of all, why does this concern me or the company?"

"Because it has something to do with one of your employees." Randy replied. Randy negotiated for the next 15 minutes with Mr. McMahon until he finally got his way. Then he packed 5 months worth of clothes and stuff and headed off to the airport.

---------- At the Airport in St. Louis...

"Can I have the next flight to New York please?" Randy asked the woman at the counter.

"Yessir, but the next flight isn't leaving for another 2 hours, would you like to wait?" the woman asked.

"Yes, whatever, I just need the next flight to New York." Randy said impatiently.

"Which airport?" the woman asked.

"JFK please." Randy tapped his fingers on the counter.

The woman processed his request and gave him his ticket. She took his luggages and put them on the baggage belt, which led to the plane. "Here you go, thanks for choosing United Airlines."

Randy thanked her as well and carried his bag, which had his laptop and other valuables and roamed around the airport. He saw an eatery area and grabbed a bite to eat. The airport was loaded, and the noise of strangers chatting away gave him a really bad headache. He had put on sunglasses and a hat to prevent fans from seeing him, as he didn't want any commotion to happen. As he got up to throw out his leftovers, he spotted a fountain in the middle. Somewhat odd, it had reminded him of the huge fountain front of the Keiblers' home in Malibu. He then thought of Nikki, and smiled at hearing the sound of her voice in his head. After dreaming for a while, he had realized he wanted to go. Really badly. Randy walked in the men's restroom and took a leak. Then a guy came over next to him to do the same. And Randy found him obnoxious.

"Hey buddy, how you doing over there...? You doing good...? Well... I am too. Why have a hat and sunglasses on? You're indoors buddy! Take it off!" The guy started to ramble even more.

Randy began to get really pissed off at the guy. But he restrained himself and quickly left the restroom. Soon outside he heard his name being called over the intercom.

"Randy Orton, Randy Orton, your flight is waiting at Gate 5B." the intercom roared loud over the chattering strangers.

Randy looked at his ticket and checked the time. His plane is suppose to leave in 3 minutes. He ran as fast as he could to the gate. He handed his ticket to the flight attendant at the gate and ran inside to the plane. He took his seat and buckled his belt. During the flight, he watched a movie on the screen with the other passengers, and to his surprise, he couldn't believe who was in the movie.

"Nikki..." Randy whispered.

He fell asleep in his seat listening to the sweet serenade of Nikki's voice.

New York

Randy reached for his cell in his pocket and dialed Nikki's digits.

"Hey Orton! Whassup?" Nikki asked over the loud noise on her line.

"I'm good. Soo... Where are you? And why is it so loud?" Randy replied and asked.

"I'm home. And I'm in the recording studio and I'm recording John's demo." Nikki answered.

"I thought you were home. Why are you in the studio?" Randy roared over the phone.

Nikki exhaled sharply. "Hold on." Nikki placed her hand over the receiver, but Randy managed to make out the words. "John! Your voice is so freakin' deep! Your voice can't get any lower now can it?" Nikki picked up the receiver again. "I am home. We have a studio here."

"You do!" Randy exclaimed.

Nikki had no reply.

"Anyway… I moved out of my parents home. Well… at least I brought my stuff, I'll be back there for my stuff eventually." Randy said.

"Finally! Gosh, and I thought you were the ultimate bachelor… Who lived with his parents! Ha…" Nikki laughed. "Anyway, where you staying now?"

"Umm… That's exactly why I called you." Randy said hesitantly.

"You aren't in New York are you?" Nikki asked suspiciously.

Randy was puzzled. "Huh? How'd you know?" Randy looked across the street at another building.

"Because I can recognize those sounds, I hear them right outside on my veranda." Nikki answered.

"Yeah… I guess you could say that." Randy said.

"Really, where are you going to stay?" Nikki asked once again.

"Umm… Well, I don't know, I was thinking maybe a hotel of some sort, maybe buy a condo here in downtown…" Randy began to ramble without realizing someone had crept up behind him.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder. "… Or, you could stay here with us."

Randy turned around. Nikki as standing in front of him holding her cherry red cell phone. "Umm… That didn't even slip my mind… But OK!"

Nikki shook her head in annoyance. "All you had to do was ask, we have an extra master anyway."

Randy stared at Nikki. "Master?"

"Yeah, you've seen our rooms. We have another one of them. Stacy used to live here, in the other master, now she lives in with her numerous boyfriends." Nikki carried his luggage into the lobby.

They stepped into the elevator. They both listened to the annoying sound of elevator music, until Nikki broke the silence.

"How exactly did you get here? You must be tired; you're not suppose to be even out of bed. You're still healing, and…" Nikki lost her chain of thought.

Randy waited for more.

"Who's going to be taking you to the doctor's and driving you places? You're not allowed to drive you know." Nikki paused. "I'll hire a limo driver!"

Randy shook his head. "No, no, no! That's OK. I was thinking more of… YOU staying to take care of me for a while." Randy waited for her reply.

"Are you kidding me? I can't be stuck for 5 months at home, with an interrogative blabbering moron, or I may go blind. Or I might kill myself." Nikki stepped out of the elevator and onto their front doorway.

"Sorry. I already got Mr. McMahon to sign your absence. I told him you were going to look after me."

Nikki fussed with the keys then turned to Randy. "You what?"

Randy put on a baby pouting face. "Bad idea? But please? My parents are driving me nuts and I don't want to go back." Randy had started to beg.

"Whoa, whoa, homie! I'm not sending you back to your parents! You're already here, so why not stay here? Of course… you have to help in the billing of this place." Nikki fussed with the lock this time.

"We're not roommates." Randy said.

"Yeah, we're not, but one of us can't pay everything." Nikki opened the door.

"OK, I'll do it." Randy accepted the bargain.

Nikki showed him inside. "Well… welcome to your new home. We'll get all your other junk next week. But, make yourself at home, it is now your home anyway."

Randy looked around. I now live in the perfect bachelor and bachelorette pad; I think I'm going to LOVE this place.