Chapter 23: Boredom

Nikki sat on the dance floor and bounced a rubber ball to the wall. With her absence finalized, she won't be back in the ring until Randy gets better. Surrounded by hugged four walls with mirrors and one wall covered by a huge window, helped her calm down. Randy entered the room and the door made an echo when he opened it.

"Hey… I was thinking of going out to do… something maybe?" Randy sat next to Nikki on the floor.

Nikki didn't seem neither distracted nor interested.

"Please? I wanna go out." Randy whined.

Nikki sighed. "Then go."

Randy wiggled from his position. "I want you to come with me, plus… I don't have a ride."

Nikki repeatedly bounced the ball without looking at him. "It's New York moron, take the subway."

Randy didn't give up, he kept whining. "You have to get up eventually, and Imma wait 'til you do."

Nikki didn't care. She doesn't know what else to do other than to bounce the rubber ball. Randy was sitting so close to her, she could feel him breathe.

Nikki sighed sharply and faced Randy. "OK, Orton, whaddya want from me?"

Randy smiled with happiness. "Get dressed and let's go!"

Nikki got up and walked out of the room. Randy grinned from ear to ear and ran to her room. Nikki realized he had followed her into her room.

Nikki was walking to her "California" closet and turned around, "What else do you need?"

Randy signaled for her to get dressed.

Nikki pushed Randy out of her bathroom, and kept doing so until he was in the hallway. "I can't get dressed with you standing around watching me."

Before Randy could say another word, Nikki shut her doors and drew the curtain to prevent temptation.

Nikki shook her head to disbelief. "Freakin' pervert…" She mumbled.

10 minutes, Nikki came out dressed jeans and a polo shirt with a fitted cashmere hoodie. She walked to the family room to spot Randy sitting patiently. Randy spotted her and got up.

"You ready?" Randy asked.

"M'kay… Let's go then." Nikki grabbed her car keys that was hanging on pegs by the door.

"I thought we were going to take the subway." Randy said.

"Well, then seems like you thought wrong then." Nikki corrected.

Nikki opened the door and walked out to the elevator. Randy rushed out and locked the door. They got into the elevator and went down to the garage. Randy had never seen Nikki's car, and he wanted to spot it first. Nikki walked over to a very expensive looking sports car. She stuck her keys in and hopped inside.

Nikki looked at Randy. "Hey homie… you getting' in or not?"

Randy creeped to the other side and got in. He looked at the interior of the car and said astonishly, "This is cool!"

Nikki nodded and turned on the stereo. "Yup, and this is just one of them."

Randy looked around amazed and felt a jolt as Nikki left the parking lot.

"So… where were you planning to go?" Nikki asked as she put on her shades.

"I don't know. I was thinking of going shopping." Randy answered.

Nikki glanced at Randy. "You… shopping? Pffft… yeah right."

"No! Seriously! I want to go shopping." Randy said aloud.

"OK… off to the shopping center." Nikki said as she got on the freeway and sped up the car.

Later that Night…

They arrived home right after dusk, and they were all pooped out. After shopping from store to store, trying on tons of clothes, and being chased by rowdy fans, the two "shopping buddies" were ready to hit the hay. Randy had volunteered to carry all of the bags up to the house, and Nikki didn't take any chances. She went up ahead of him and stepped inside her home.

To her surprise, the house was empty. She was expecting Trish and John to be back from tour, to come and rest for a few days, but they haven't arrived yet. Nikki opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. She took a sip and sighed, she hated being alone at home with Randy, but she had to admit he was fun to be around with. She didn't favor shopping, which is why whenever Trish would go to the local shopping center, she would hang out with John at a local arcade to play around and wit for Trish to finish. And for some odd reason, Randy had made shopping all worthwhile. She had gotten a bunch of new clothes, awesome jeans, funky shirts, fabulous shoes, rockin' outfits, and the best sneakers New York's SoHo district had to offer. And for a hefty price too, but the best thing? They were all free. With Nikki's publicity, she received everything free, and she got Randy a bunch of free stuff too, and he was superbly happy with them.

Randy soon came stumbling through the door, struggling with all the shopping bags and boxes they had bought, or gotten for free, and housekeeper had helped him out. Randy grunted and was about to call for Nikki's attention, but decided it was unmanly for him to do that. Se he ended up carrying everything to the formal living room himself. Randy piled the last of the stuff, then jumped on the couch, and closed his eyes. Ah… a fun day of shopping, with Nikki… all for free! Now I've spent time with her, I think this is a great time to ask her. Randy smiled at the thought and got up to find Nikki. He looked everywhere and finally found her in the Pixie's bedroom, the Yorkshire terrier's own little bedroom. He found Nikki stroking Pixie's hair and brushing it with a brush.

"Need any help?" Randy asked her.

Nikki looked up. "Naw, I mean, it's just a dog."

Randy snorted. "Nuh-uh. It's THE dog. It's THE Pixie."

Nikki laughed. "Your funny. Seriously."

Randy sat down next to her. "Nikki, " He began.

Nikki resumed to brushing Pixie's hair, and replied without looking up, "Hmm?"

Randy felt his stomach tie in a knot. He was beginning to lose his words again. "Umm… Can you… no. Ugh." Randy made a fist to himself.

Nikki didn't answer. It seemed like she was waiting for him to finish.

Randy swallowed a funky "Adam's Apple" that was stuck in his throat. "Can I please take you out on a date?"

Nikki clutched Pixie by her side. Pixie started whining. "Awww… what's wrong Pixie?"

Randy sighed. "Well?"

Nikki sighed sharply. She got up to walk out the door but turned around and looked down at Randy."You tell me."

Hahaha! You think she's gonna say yes?

- bettina isabelle