Author's Note: OK, prepare for a long chapter! Seemed wrong to split it into two x.
Chapter 37: One to Remember
Nikki went downstairs to eat breakfast. It was Friday morning, her birthday. The chefs never forgot her birthday, and made her a special French toast breakfast with the works. She was satisfied, and sat at the counter to eat. Her new assistant, Cynthia, whom she had just hired a week earlier, came rushing into the kitchen.
"Nikki, Nikki! You won't believe this!" Cynthia slammed a copy of Malibu Scoop next to Nikki's breakfast dish.
"Oh my goodness…" Nikki read the front page.
Stacy and Randy: Yelling and Arguing in Malibu Park.
All the details, inside!
Nikki flipped to the center of the tabloid. She kept on reading:
Another scandal for Stacy Keibler? An argument with the "ex-boyfriend". What happened?
"What?" Nikki read on.
Their argument was about S. Keibler's abortion to her unborn baby. Orton was obviously the father, as he kept saying "my child". S. Keibler kept saying she didn't want the baby; the baby was a mistake, unplanned. Orton simply replied as, "The baby could've been mine, and I could raise it on my own". S. Keibler answered back saying he would make a horrible father, and that the baby would malnourish with him. Orton shook his head and replied, "At least he'd be alive instead of dead." S. Keibler became furious and slapped him. Orton told her, "I deserved that, for being an ass and not making sure that baby was in the right hands. But don't slap me again." S. Keibler, having kept a rebellious reputation in Malibu, attempted to slap him again, but Orton grabbed her wrist and let it go.
A witness of the fight simply replied to us, "She was born in a family of class, but she shown a very classless act today. And the words she said, sounded like trash. And I feel sorry for the man; he appears to be a nice person. I'm on his side. I don't know about the Keibler family, but I know that they are disappointed in her once again."
Nikki rushed upstairs and dressed up in her office clothes and went downstairs. She rushed into the limo. Randy was picking flowers from the front garden, and he spotted her, so he went into the limo as well.
"What's wrong?" Randy asked. "Oh, and happy birthday." He gave her the flowers he had been picking.
Nikki didn't take them. "Why didn't you tell me you were arguing with my sister at the park?"
Randy felt sad. "Because I thought you would get mad."
"I'm much more mad now for you not telling me." Nikki showed him the magazine.
"Shit." Randy said. "I look horrible in this picture."
"Not that. This." Nikki pointed to the headline.
"Oh shit." Randy flipped to the section. "They have the whole argument on here."
"Yeah, tough shit!" Nikki shouted. "Sorry."
"Why are you saying sorry?" Randy asked.
"Not to you, I've been cursing too much lately. Time for me to go to confession." Nikki sighed sharply.
"Hey look! You're on here!" Randy exclaimed.
Randy Orton is currently cozying up with Stacy Keibler's older sister, Nicole M. Keibler, CEO of WWE Incorporated and the former fiancé of Prince William. She turns 25 ironically on the same day as Randy Orton does.
"Looook! They mentioned you as CEO of the WWE, and I'm dating you!" Randy smiled at what it said. "Forget this! We're dating!"
"Really? Since when?" Nikki asked sarcastically.
Randy frowned. "OK. False information. Where are we going anyway?"
"Malibu Scoop. I'm going to do some damage control." Nikki replied. "Mom usually does the damage control, but she's not here. So I have to do it."
"Why?" Randy asked.
"Because it's bad publicity." Nikki replied.
"For what?" Randy asked.
"For everything. WrestleMania, me, you, my parents, basically my whole family." Nikki sighed. "Like we have any more reputation left." Nikki muttered.
"Huh? I didn't get the last part." Randy indicated.
"Nothing." She answered. She was notified that they had arrived at the office of Malibu Scoop.
Before she stepped out of the car, she put her sunglasses on.
"Can I come?" Randy asked.
Nikki shook her head. "Then the more people will believe you and I are together. Who actually said we were together? I'm gonna kick his ass."
Randy pouted.
"Fine. But put these on." Nikki handed him sunglasses.
"Why?" Randy took and put it on.
"So no one will be bothering you." Nikki growled.
"She hates you." Cynthia informed him.
"I know." Randy was surprised. "I didn't know you came with us."
"I was with her the whole time." Cynthia scowled.
Randy shrugged and followed.
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Nikki stepped into the editor's office. "I want this declared false."
The editor chuckled. "How? It's the biggest story to hit Malibu ever since her scandal with John Cena. It's been a hit at newsstands everywhere. We already sold out, so we had to make more and ship them out ASAP. And besides, there were lots of witnesses."
"Not the argument, this." Nikki pointed to her picture and the caption.
He shook his head. "No."
"I am not with Randy Orton, we're best friends, I was not the fiancé of Prince William, that was fake." Nikki informed.
He shook his head. "I said no. Who would believe that? Everyone believes what we publish."
"That's why my family's reputation is ruined." Nikki protested.
"No, it's not because of us. It's because of your slut of a sister Stacy." The editor laughed.
"She's not a slut. She's just… She has problems." Nikki pointed out unsurely.
"She's a slut and that's that." The editor opened a box and showcased two shirts.
"What the…" Nikki looked at them.
"Team Orton in blue, Team S. Keibler in pink. A bargain! Each 25 greens. Want one?" The editor said.
"I'm telling you, I want the false information about me removed, or else." Nikki tested him.
"Or what?" The editor taunted.
"Or I'm going to sue not only you, but this whole company, and I could get enough money to by myself 4 estates. Pick one." Nikki challenged.
"I'll have the information removed immediately." The editor promised.
Nikki turned to leave. "I'm done here. Good day."
"Happy 2-5 Nikki Keibler." The editor greeted.
Nikki turned around and smiled back at him. "Thanks. I want it done, or expect a court date from me."
The editor nodded. And Nikki walked towards the exit. She put her sunglasses on and stepped outside, finding Cynthia and Randy waiting casually by the car. Cynthia and Randy spotted her, and they went inside the car.
Nikki was about to step into the car when she spotted someone selling tee shirts. She went up and said, "Can I have a blue one please?"
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Nikki was lounging in her chaise when her butler came into her room.
"The door was open, so I didn't bother to knock." The butler defended.
Nikki nodded.
"Umm, your father is downstairs." The butler informed her.
Nikki opened her eyes with shock. "What? He's not supposed to be here until tomorrow."
The butler shrugged. "He's here now."
"I can sense that." Nikki said. "Well, I better put on a smile or he'll sense something's wrong."
"You won't be smiling once you get down there." The butler muttered.
"Huh?" Nikki asked.
'Nothing. You better head down there before he gets worried." The butler recalled.
Nikki nodded. She straightened out her outfit and headed downstairs. She spotted her dad, and the man next to him.
"This is a nightmare, I'm going back upstairs." Nikki ran upstairs.
Her butler was heading downstairs also. "Told you so."
Nikki turned around and mimicked her. She walked hesitantly downstairs.
She cleared her throat. She gave her father a cold hug. She stood in front of them for a moment.
"Happy birthday." Prince William handed her a red box.
Nikki crossed her arms.
Her father eyed her. "Take it Nikki. He bought it himself."
"Like I'd want something as insipid as he is." Nikki protested.
Prince William gave the box to her butler, and he took it upstairs to her room.
Nikki began tapping her foot.
"Stop these childish acts and give him a hug." Mr. Keibler demanded.
"I could barely hug you, how much more can I hug him?" Nikki protested.
Trish walked by with John behind him.
"Ass." Trish scowled at the Prince.
"Hole." John finished.
They stood behind Nikki.
"Hey, you OK now?" John whispered.
Nikki shook her head. "Not anymore." She bellowed.
"Asshole." Trish scowled.
Prince William spotted Trish's ring. "Patricia, engaged?"
"Don't call me that. I hate that name." Trish complained.
"Trish…" John began.
"John, back off." Nikki added.
Randy walked down the stairs. "Oh my god, this day could not get any worse."
Nikki looked up. She shook her head and walked up to Prince William. She smiled.
Prince William smiled back. "Happy birthday." He repeated.
Nikki fake-smiled and stomped on his foot; and stormed out mad. "UGH!" Nikki screamed out of confusion. She was walking so fast without watching where she was going and tripped. She was knocked out, unconscious.
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Nikki opened her eyes. She found herself lying in a hospital bed. She looked around. She saw Randy, Trish, John and Cynthia. "What happened?"
John answered, "You stormed into the kitchen and slipped on wet floor. You became unconscious and—"
"—You fractured your ankle." Cynthia finished for him.
John smiled at her. She blushed back.
Nikki tried to lift her left leg up. "Dang this thing is heavy."
"You have crutches to walk with." Trish told her.
"I can't walk with crutches! I'm hosting the Hall of Fame ceremony!" Nikki wailed. "Aww man!"
"You're hosting it?" Randy asked.
Nikki nodded. "Mean Gene had a family emergency."
"Then just ask for someone else to host. Ask Coach." John suggested.
Nikki shook her head. "No, I'm gonna do it." Nikki couldn't sit up. Instead, Randy helped her up. Nikki thanked him. "How long was I knocked out?"
"Only an hour." Trish replied. "Good thing you were because what the doctor did to your ankle looked painful. He didn't have to give you anesthesia."
Nikki twisted her neck. "Then can we go home? Or do I have to check out?"
Cynthia shook her head. "You don't have to, the nurses just put you in here so you could sleep, until you wake up."
Nikki tried to get up. "What, just because I broke my ankle, I can't use my other body parts?" She complained.
Randy and John helped her out of the bed.
"I feel old." Nikki laughed.
They all began laughing too.
"You're always in on the joke. So you never make a fool out of yourself." John discovered.
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Nikki walked outside to the beach house. She had mixed emotions, she didn't feel very well. She was still angry at her father for everything that happened around Christmas, she's furious with him for bringing Prince William to Malibu for the weekend, she's mad at Stacy for embarrassing the family again, and on top of all of it, she aches with the pain brought with her fractured ankle. "Oh, the misery." She muttered.
She went to sit down on the deck of the beach house, her usual spot when she needed to get away from everything. She sat there, stared at the sunset, and closed her eyes. My birthday couldn't get any worse… I hope. She thought. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize Randy had found her and trying to tell her something.
"Nikki?" Randy sought to see if she was sleeping or what.
"Mmm." Nikki answered back.
"You want to be alone?" Randy asked. I feel bad for her. I wonder if there is any way to make her feel better.
Nikki shook her head and replied, "Mmm."
"Umm, okay." Randy sat down next to her. "That sunset is nice."
Nikki nodded and leaned on Randy. She wiggled to make herself more comfortable, and Randy was surprised to find her actually hugging him.
"Are you okay Nikki?" Randy asked, worried.
Nikki nodded.
"Are you sure?" Randy asked again.
Nikki punched him in the rib. "Gosh! Are you that stupid? I need someone to hug! I'm feeling down here!" She mumbled angrily.
"Oh, my bad." Randy apologized. He sighed. "Have you noticed how a lot of people around town are wearing either pink or blue shirts?"
Nikki nodded.
"One says Team Orton, another says Team S. Keibler. Others are just plain. I guess they didn't want to waste any money on them." Randy rambled. "Most people were wearing blue shirts, but then once I realized who was wearing Team S. Keibler shirts, they were wrestling fans."
"Most wrestling fans hate you, remember?" Nikki reminded.
"Oh. Right. The whole Undertaker thing." Randy frowned. "I'm thinking of getting one of them. A blue one."
Nikki rolled her eyes. "Eh, my sister has ups and downs, and downs, so do you. But I feel like this one's for you."
Randy smiled.
"You seriously wanted to raise that kid?" Nikki asked.
Randy nodded. "I mean, I thought, I might not even have a kid for a while, and I think I'm ready for one. So I thought, what the fuck, why not raise that kid?"
Nikki shook her head. "OK, but when you want to raise a kid, you need to be sure you're ready for one."
Randy nodded. He wanted to change the subject. He thought for a moment, and then came up with the perfect one. "Why is it you and Stacy are sisters, but you two look nothing alike?"
"I don't know. Wait, the looks or the hair?" Nikki asked.
"OK, the hair then. Oh! And the eyes." Randy replied.
"Stacy wanted to be a blonde all her life. And when she reached 16, mom allowed her to get her hair dyed. The eyes… She got contacts a while back." Nikki answered.
"Oh, I thought she was like adopted or something." Randy laughed.
"Meanie." Nikki smiled.
Randy sighed. "Your childhood, and teen years, seemed so… Lively and fun."
Nikki smiled. 'Yeah, it was."
"Tell me then. I wanna know." Randy pleaded.
"Why jealous?" Nikki laughed. "Kidding." She sighed. "I hated living here."
"Huh?" Randy was shocked. "I would be glad to live here."
Nikki shook her head. "You get everything you want, you don't have dreams."
"So? I'd love to get everything I've always wanted when I was a kid." Randy said.
"I got everything I always wanted, I got bored to death. I took classes, bored me." Nikki remembered.
"Classes like what?" Randy asked.
"I had to take French classes. Hmm… I took dance classes, piano classes, went to DJ school. I had volleyball practice every other day, and I had AP classes." Nikki replied.
"Damn. Are you smart." Randy smiled.
Nikki nodded. "I know." Nikki continued, "Anyway, you know, this very beach right here, has a lot of memories. Almost every person that has been here, whether first time or second time, maybe even more, had a lasting memory here."
"Like what?" Randy asked.
"Haah. Lots of things, most of them were hook-ups though." Nikki paused. She had a look of longing on her face.
"And?" Randy didn't want to ask her what was wrong. It's none of my business. Maybe I'll ask later.
"I dunno." Nikki sighed. "You know, I can't believe how much this place costs now."
Randy was skeptical. "How much?"
"Considering the fabulous landscaping, the well maintained house, the marble floors, this house was built with the most expensive materials on earth." Nikki replied. "And considering the location of this, on the shoreline."
"You're killing me, how much?" Randy asked.
"82.6 million." Nikki answered.
"Damn." Randy said.
"With everything else in it, probably like the stuff you know, about a little less than a billion." Nikki said.
"OK, are you really telling me this or are you just bragging?" Randy joked.
"You wanted to know." Nikki laughed.
"You led me on." Randy smiled.
"Ow, my ankle hurts so much." Nikki touched her ankle.
Randy helped her sit up. She sat leaning on Randy, her head on his shoulder.
"Hey Nikki," Randy began.
"Huh?" Nikki asked.
"Why do you hate Prince William so much?" Randy continued.
Nikki sighed. "Because he reminds me of someone I once knew…"
"Who does he remind you of?" Randy asked.
"This guy I once lo—Yeah right, you're never gonna fool me." Nikki tricked.
Randy sighed and smiled. "Sorry."
"It's OK. I know you really want to know, but I'm just not ready to tell you." Nikki explained.
"Is that the reason why you won't date me? Because of him?" Randy asked, scared of what her answer might be.
"No he's not the reason, you're just annoying. Besides, I'm not gonna let guys get in the way of me and my friends." Nikki answered in a hush tone.
So I'm her friend, and she's not letting "me" get in between of "me" and her. Perfect, a girl who won't fall in love with me. Randy thought miserably.
"Sorry." Nikki apologized.
Randy nodded. "If you don't mind me asking, just to try again…"
"OK." Nikki said.
Randy thought for a moment. "Will you ever go out with me?"
Nikki sighed. "Maybe. But…"
"What?" Randy exploded.
"Oy.." Nikki muttered. She cleared her throat. "But… I don't know. Never mind." She answered.
Randy turned to look at her. He saw her eyes, her beautiful eyes that change colors depending on her moods, and the way the light strikes her eyes. Her eyes were a grayish blue, filled with tears, overflowing and waiting to run down her cheeks. He realized he had reminded her of something in her memories, and now she can't stop thinking about it.
He couldn't help but just stare at her. He felt like she was something of an untouchable, as if someone were to touch her, she would break into a million pieces. She was resistible to his charms, but he was irresistible to hers. He saw her hands, folded in her lap, he crept his hand over to hers, and she answered by holding his hand. Nikki then began crying, so she got up and stood by the railing. Randy got up as well, wiped the tears from her eyes, and hugged her from behind.
She leaned on his chest and said, "Thank you, you've made me feel much better."
"Welcome." Randy whispered.
"Mmm…" Nikki adored the cool sea breeze and the sound of the waves slowly making it's way onto the shore.
Randy wanted to say something, but he didn't know if this was the right time. I want to say something, but it just might ruin this ambience, and I don't know how she'll react. He was hesitant, but he went out and said it anyway. "I love you with all of my heart Nikki."
Nikki turned around, with Randy now hugging her frontward, his hands right above her hip. She looked into his eyes as if longing, or wanting something else. Nikki leaned in, and Randy held her head and kissed her.
Nikki didn't refuse. They began to kiss passionately, and she threw her arms around his shoulders. Randy sensed she liked it, because he could feel her smile as he worked his way around her mouth. He opened his eyes to find that she really indeed liked it; her eyes were closed, tears still running down her cheeks. She had such a grip on his shoulders, that he was forced to sit down on the deck. Randy smiled and grabbed her and she found a spot in his lap to sit.
Randy began to remove loosely fitted beach dress, but she got up, still kissing him and pulled him to the inside of the beach house. Randy smiled and removed his shoes with his feet, as Nikki sat down on he chaise and pulled him towards her. He pushed her so that she was lying on the couch and, before he got to her, she began unbuttoning his polo shirt. While she did so, he worked his way down to her neck, and she began moaning. He removed his shirt and he began to remove her dress, and to his worst fear, she refused.
She wasn't holding him anymore; she was pushing him off of her. She stopped moaning and said, "I can't…"
Randy didn't stop. Instead of working his way down, he went back up and started kissing her again.
"No…" Nikki refused.
"Mmm…" Randy expressed.
Nikki didn't kiss back. She knew he had gone too far, and so did she, and now he wouldn't stop. As powerful as Nikki was, she tried her best to push him off of her, and she finally did. He finally let go, and he had a look as if asking why.
Nikki shook her head and decided it was enough. "You… I can't… No!" She ran out of the beach house frantically.
Randy sat down on the sofa, with his shoes and shirt still lying on the ground, he stared at it, and whispered, "She likes me." He smiled with pride.
But he couldn't help but think it had gone wrong. He looked outside to see where she had run off to, and he found her on the ground, face first, motionless.
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Randy carried her all the way to her room, where he found John and Trish hanging out. As soon as they saw them, they got up.
"What happened?" John asked.
Trish looked at Nikki, then at Randy. She smiled but then focused her attention on Nikki.
Randy didn't know how to answer. He went along with whatever came out of his mouth. "I saw her trip on the steps of the beach house."
Trish nodded and led them up to her bed. "Just place her there, and maybe we should get ice for her." She left to find the butler.
"And may I ask why you have no shirt on?" John asked suspiciously.
"I—I uh… Thought it was hot outside." Randy covered.
"It's coastal so it never gets that hot outside." John eyed Randy. "Never mind."
Randy sighed. "She'll be OK."
Trish came in with the butler, with the butler holding an ice bag. He placed the ice bag on Nikki, and left the room.
"She's fine. She'll wake up after a while." Trish assured, but looked at Randy.
"What? I didn't do anything." Randy defended.
John shook his head. "Or you did too much."
Randy sat down. Busted… but not really. They don't have evidence of what we did. He thought.
The butler came in, holding a few things. "Sir, you left this at the beach house," He gave the shirt to Randy. "And the lady left her crutches as well." He placed the crutches beside Nikki's bed.
John and Trish looked at Randy with folded arms. Randy turned red with embarrassment.
"He smelled like Calvin Klein." Nikki murmured.
"Huh?" The other 3 exclaimed.
She opened her eyes. "I know that from anywhere. Obsession."
"What the fuck… Obsession by Calvin Klein? Who wears that?" John slowly turned to look at Randy.
Randy shrugged. "Who knew?" He smiled sheepishly.
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Nikki patted her black cocktail dress to straighten it out.
"Ready?" Trish asked. "Wow, Nikki looks fabulous."
"As always." Randy came around the corner.
"I thought you were going." Nikki wondered.
Randy shook his head. "Naw. I think you should enjoy yourself. I've done enough."
Nikki laughed, but then realized she was the only one laughing. "This is your celebration too. It's both our birthday."
"Go ahead. I think I need to prepare my speech for the hall of fame ceremony." Randy turned to head upstairs. "Enjoy."
Nikki thanked him.
"Where's Stacy? I thought she was going. She's been M.I.A. lately." John laughed.
"I wouldn't blame her." Trish joked.
"I saw her painting hernailsor somethingout back. Looked like shit." Jeanine replied as she walked by.
"Watch your mouth Jeanine." Nikki scolded. "Forget it, let's just go." Nikki stepped out the front door, to find her father and Prince William outside.
"Hey Nicole." Mr. Keibler disrupted her mood.
"You do know this party is for young people right?" Nikki pointed out.
Mr. Keibler nodded. "That's why your Highness is going."
Nikki looked up, angry at the heavens, and found Randy looking down at what was going on.
Nikki stared at Prince William with awe. "Wow…"
Trish came from behind and smacked her in the head.
"Ow!" Nikki hollered. "What was that about?" She whispered to Trish.
"I don't know what went on between you and the boy, but now all of a sudden you're in awe with the royal doofus. Let's go, we can go without the family slut." Trish answered.
"So am I going?" Prince William asked.
Nikki sighed. "Get in." She pointed inside the limousine.
"You first." He beckoned.
Nikki went gracefully in the car, first giving a disappointed look to Randy, then sat next to Trish.
"I'm tellin' ya', that sister of yours, damn!" Trish complained.
"Maybe it's better off that she doesn't come." Nikki assured.
"Yeah, we'll have much more fun at the club without her." John said.
"Where are going anyway?" Prince William asked.
"To a party." Trish answered rudely.
"Not a venue, some sort of swing dancing club thingy. I forgot what the name was… it's on Hollywood Boulevard." John answered.
"So that's the reason why you two made me wear this?" Nikki asked.
John and Trish nodded.
"By the way, why is Randall not coming?" Prince William asked.
"Because he needs to write the speech for tomorrow." John answered.
"For what?" Prince William asked.
"Hall of Fame." John answered.
"Can I come?" Prince William asked.
Nikki shook her head, telling John to say "no".
John smiled playfully. "Yes, you can."
Nikki smacked herself. "Oy vey."
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Author's Note: Almost done… Oy, this is long. ROFLMAO. xNikki was at a table with John. Trish was dancing with her fiancé, and the Prince was busy with celebrities bashing him out.
"God knows what they're mad at him for." John said.
"Heard he hunts animals." Nikki answered.
"God. Can't blame why they're arguing with him." John gossiped. He drank a bottle of beer. "Seems like your hate for that doofus died down."
"No, I still hate him. But not that much." Nikki took a sip of her cocktail.
John leaned back on the couch. "Why?"
"I don't know. I guess my reason for hating him isn't really acceptable enough. But I still can't help but hate on him." Nikki replied.
"Man, I hope June 4th never comes along." John mentioned.
"You're still not over that?" Nikki asked.
"No Nikkerz, I ain't over it." John announced.
"Oy, look, if you really want to be a great friend, just be happy for her." Nikki explained.
"I don't wanna be a great friend, I wanna be an extraordinary boyfriend." John cried.
Nikki scooted over and gave him a warm, friendly hug. "Wait when the right time comes."
"For what?" John asked.
Nikki released him. "You know what I'm taking about."
John slouched. "I can't do that."
Nikki nodded. "Yes you can. Just wait."
"God I'm pathetic." John sighed. "I know how Randy feels."
"You're not pathetic." Nikki replied.
"But you don't have a fiancé…" He muttered.
"Huh?" Nikki asked.
"Nothing." John got up. "Wanna dance, best friend?"
Nikki stuck her arm out. "Glad to, old timer. But I can't dance well with this ankle."
John pulled her up. "No biggie. And I am not old… I just happen to be… Born before."
Nikki laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Same cheese."
"Shut up." John held her hands and began dancing with her to the swing music.
"Oooh... Smooth operator." Nikki remarked as she laughed.
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"Today turned out well didn't it?" Trish said to Nikki as they strolled in the Keiblers' front door.
"Friends make everything better. No matter what kind of fucked up situation it is." John remarked.
"Umm, Trish, why you here?" Nikki asked.
Trish looked around. "Oh yeah. I don't live here. Damn, what a loss. OK, I'll be seeing all ya tomorrow. We're all hitching a ride together right?" Trish asked.
John laughed, and then nodded his head. "Yeah. Be here by 3 tomorrow."
"2 if you wanna come with me." Nikki added.
"OK… 2 it is." Trish waved goodbye, gave Nikki a hug and strolled out the front door.
"Hey John," Nikki began.
"Yo." John replied as they headed up the staircase.
"I hope you're not wearing a throwback tomorrow for the event." Nikki tried not to criticize.
John shook his head reluctantly. "Not anymore…"
Nikki rolled her eyes and sighed. "We'll go shopping tomorrow then."
John clapped his hands and jumped up and down.
"Oy." Nikki laughed.
"That's idiotic." Prince William said.
John abruptly stopped. "I feel hungry. Anyone want Ben and Jerry's?"
Nikki and the Prince shook their heads.
"But we just ate at the club. Oy, no thanks John. Just promise me you won't eat an omelet and a sausage." Nikki winked.
"Or maybe I'll have that." John laughed as he skipped down the staircase.
Nikki turned to Prince William. "You know, I get sick and tired of calling you Prince William, can I just call you William? After all, we're not in England."
Prince William nodded. "Fine."
Nikki turned to leave. "Oh, and why are you still here?"
"I beg your pardon?" Prince William asked.
"Shouldn't you be at the hotel?" Nikki asked.
He shook his head. "I stay here."
Nikki pretended to barf. "Oy, just promise to stay away from my room."
He nodded. "Good night, my lady." He grinned.
Nikki made a face. "I don't find that a bit charming. I find it corny. 'Night."
Nikki walked towards her room. I wonder if Randy is asleep yet, I feel bad for the poor sap. Stacy kicking him out of the guest room. Oy. What a brat…. Nikki's thoughts were disrupted when she walked into the room, to find Randy walking around in the room…
Nikki screamed. She grabbed the nearest pillow and stuffed it into her face. "This better not be a joke!"
Randy shook his head. "Like it?"
"I don't think it's funny you prancing around my room… NAKED!" Nikki panicked.
She let go of the pillow, ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She handed the towel to Randy without looking at him.
"Gosh you imbecile! And look at all these clothes everywhere! What the hell did you do in here?" Nikki barked.
"Umm…" Randy muttered.
"Oh my gosh… I need to go to bed, right now." Nikki held her forehead, while trying to go up the stairs to her bed with her ankle.
"Where are your crutches?" Randy asked.
"I don't need your sympathy. Just go dress, please? I've seen more of you than I ever wanted to see." Nikki began to drag her ankle up instead. "But I now believe why you buy themextra-large…" She murmured, but smiled.
Nikki looked at her bed. "Why is it such a mess? It wasn't like this when I left."
She grabbed the sheets, and tried to pull it off the bed, but something seemed to pull it back. Nikki spotteda sun-kissed coloredtoe, and when she finally pulled the sheets off…
Nikki turned red with anger. "GET OUT!" She yelled.
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I know… that was uberly long, but I couldn't help it. It was hard to chop it off somewhere. So, what do you think? This was the hardest chapter to write, my heart was jealous. ; Eh, but then I like to think of it, that I really am Nikki. x Oy… cliffies, gets to me too.
-- me.