I was playing The Sims 2 and when I had downloaded something into it, someone had altered the game so you could join the WWE... Very cool. And kinda ironic, since I was playing with a created Randy Orton when I discovered this... (I got bored...)
Oh, and just to clear it up if anyone's confused, John is 5 years older than Mel, and she's a year younger than Randy, so that makes her 24. So that thing with Joey happened about a year and a half ago... yeah. Oh, and I'm not sure about how accurate I am with the dates John/Randy came to the WWE, so try to bear with me... But if you know better than I do, which I don't doubt someone will, feel free to correct me...
And I know I mentioned that Randy and 'Taker were supposed to have a match on Smackdown after Mel and Melina's match... Truth be told, I kinda forgot about it when I got caught up in writing the rest of the chapter. (What can I say, I was on a roll...) Anyway, I've got more devious things for the Undertaker to do, but they will have to wait a while, until the story develops a bit more, before they can reveal themselves. So for now, I'll just give you a random winner... Undertaker! (I actually flipped a coin for that one.)
And as for time placement... This, I guess, takes in present time, but completely disregards anything that's actually been happening (such as the whole Cena/Edge thing, and the Randy/Booker thing). Speaking of which, what ever happened to the Undertaker? He just kinda disappeared and stopped bugging Randy after he beat him in the Hell in a Cell... Oh well, we'll find out, I suppose. Okay, no more delaying, I promise.
Disclaimer: I own Melody and nothin' else. (Okay, I'm gonna start the chapter now, I swear).
Mel woke up the next morning at 3 in the afternoon, pushing herself up and rubbing her eyes. She looked around the room and noticed John and Randy were gone, leaving Matt and Dave zoned into the tv.
"Oh my god, did John kill Randy and get arrested?" she gasped, her eyes growing wide.
"What? No, of course not. They went out shopping, or sightseeing, or visiting, or something. What the hell would give you an idea like that?" Matt asked, changing positions but keeping his attention on whatever the hell they were watching. Mel couldn't quite figure it out.
"I wouldn't put it past him... How come y'all didn't wake me up earlier?" she demanded, swinging her legs off the bed and wandering across the room into the bathroom, They had gotten the biggest suite in the hotel, but it still only had one room and one bathroom. 'I figured the cheap bastards would go for the cheapest hotel in Denver,' she thought. She splashed cold water on her face and walked back out, sitting back on the bed and crossing her legs.
"You had a long night, kid. We don't have to leave 'til tomorrow, but we have to get up early, so we figured we'd let you sleep in as late as you wanted to today," Dave told her, not taking his eyes off the tv.
Matt corrected Dave, getting out of his immediate vicinity before doing so. "They figured you'd complain less about getting up at 8 tomorrow if we let you sleep in late as hell today." Dave turned around to throw the remote at Matt, who caught it and took advantage to change the channel from the news to Celebrity Death Match. "Y'know, I always thought it'd be awesome to see myself on this show."
"Yeah, why do they put the Spice Girls on here and not us?" Melody wondered aloud, choosing to ignore Dave's comment for now.
"Vince was probably being a prick about it." Mel heard Matt's voice from somewhere on her right. She was too zoned into the show to pay attention to anything else.
About 2 hours later, the Celebrity Deathmatch marathon was still on, but their concentration was broken by the door opening.
"Yo! What's with y'all? You look like you saw someone die," John laughed, waving his hand in front of Mel's face.
"What? Yes, J.C., I can see you... And Celebrity Deathmatch was on... Hey! HEY! What the hell d'you think you're doing?" she yelled at Randy when he turned the tv off.
He slowly backed away from her, throwing up his arms in a form of defense. "I'm sorry! John told me to do it!" he yelped, parrying her blows off.
John wrapped Mel in a bearhug from behind and moved her away from Randy. "You have to get ready, kid. I know how you get, and you don't want to go out with Randy when you look like that, do you?"
She scowled. "What's that supposed to... Oh," she realized, looking in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and she was still in the shorts and rumpled shirt she'd slept in the night before. She pulled her bag into the bathroom. "How long do I have?"
"Umm, I was hoping we'd leave around 8, so 3 hours?" Randy said, looking down shyly.
"'Kay. That's plenty of time," she decided, shutting the door. They heard the shower blast on three seconds later, and Mel started singing some song or another by Nine Inch Nails. Matt shook his head.
"Girls," they all said in unison, laughing and sitting down to watch Celebrity Deathmatch. Randy went to his suitcase to change into a plain black shirt and jeans. He went back to join the guys, watching Ashlee Simpson and Jessica Simpson tear eachother apart.
Half an hour later, Mel poked her head out of the door. "Should I dress casually or formal?" she asked Randy.
"Casual. It's not a fancy place, but it's got awesome food," he replied, looking over at her.
"Good. If it was formal, I'd be screwed," she said, relieved, before shutting the door again. Randy sent a questioning look at John, who smiled.
"She hates wearing dresses and skirts and things she refers to as "girly crap". The only time I've ever seen her wear something like that was at her high school graduation because Mom threatened to lock her in the attic for a year and a half if she didn't, and to get back at Mom for making her do that she made it the sluttiest one she could find to spite her. Needless to say, Mom never tried that again." Randy laughed, and then they were all quiet for the next hour and a half, until Mel walked out of the bathroom.
"How do I look?" she asked nervously, mostly directing the question towards John, her trusted advisor before all her dates. Her hair was blown straight, falling to about midback. She was wearing a baby blue tanktop, emerald necklace, dark blue jeans, and black and blue Adios.
"Beautiful," Randy said softly, answering for all of them. She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down and swinging her legs. "Umm, I know it's early, but do you wanna leave now?"
"Sure," she said, grabbing her cell, keys, and wallet, and walking towards the door.
"Be home by 11!" John called, joking. Mel flipped him off over her shoulder.
"Pm or am?" she called back, throwing him an evil smile followed by an angelic look before shutting the door.
Mel and Randy strode down the street, hand-in-hand, Mel's thumb on her other finger tucked into the pocket of her jeans.
She looked at him, a question in her eyes. "Where are we doing, anyway?"
He winked. "You'll find out. Didn't you bring a jacket? Winter in Denver is cold."
"I never get cold," she informed him, sticking her tongue out.
"Glad I'm bringing you to a warm place then. Speaking of which, we're here," he said, gesturing to a small but classy Italian resteraunt in front of them.
Mel sniffed the air. "Mmm... Smells yummy..."
"And it tastes better than it smells. C'mon," he laughed, leading her inside. "Orton, party of two," he told the guy at the reservation desk.
"Ah yes. You're a little early, but that's okay. Follow me, please," he said, briskly walking off to a remote corner of the room in a booth. Mel and Randy scooted into across from each other, and he handed them menus. "Someone will be by soon to take your orders." After this, he walked away.
"I don't think he was very happy that we were an hour early," Mel said, staring at the man's retreating back.
"Eh, it's worth it. The food's kickass, and the fans never come here because they don't think we'd go somewhere so out of the way. I go here every time I'm in Denver," he said, flipping through the menu for 3 seconds before deciding and putting it down. "So, what was it like growing up with John for a brother?"
"Just like having any other big brother, I guess. But not one of the ones that always picks on you and is mean. He was always so protective of me... We never really went to school except when I was in kindergarten and he was in 5th grade, but even then he would still stand up for me. If kids on the playground picked on me, he would set them straight, but he'd always be a sweetheart about it. By the end of kindergarten, everybody liked me and nobody picked on me because I was John's little sister. He was really nice, unless someone messed with me. And even when I was in middle school and high school, he'd still come down if someone was messing with me and tell them what was what. He was a bit more forward and violent when I was older, though... I was so sad when he left to join the WWE... But he let me come to shows a lot, front row seats right behind the announcers. It was awesome," she explained, putting her menu down on top of Randy's. "You guys have been friends for a long time, haven't you?"
"Yup. Since he first came to the WWE. I never understood why they never made us a tag team; I always thought a RKO followed by a 5-Knuckle Shuffle would have made an awesome finisher," Randy said thoughtfully, causing Mel to laugh.
"So what about you? It had to have been awesome growing up as a 3rd generation WWE Superstar... " she wanted to know, leaning on her elbows and blinking.
Randy shrugged. "It wasn't anything special. I mean, my dad was gone a lot, but he never outright left, you know? We went to his shows when we could, but most of the time it was just me, Mom, and my little brother and sister Nathan and Becky at home. But ever since I was old enough to walk, I watched my dad go out there, and I could do a dropkick by the time I was a year and a half. When I graduated, I joined OVW, and dad trained me and helped me get a job with the WWE. Grandpa was a huge influence too, and he taught me how to fight when I was 4 years old."
"Ah, so the secret comes out... You look down upon John for teaching me when I was 9, but you were kicking ass and taking names when you were a toddler!" she proclaimed, a mischieveous look in her eyes. They laughed, and the guy from earlier came back.
"So sorry to interrupt... May I take your order?" he said sarcastically, pen at ready, looking at them lazily. He couldn't have been older than Randy, and looked bored as to the brink of tears.
Mel looked at him with a 'what's-your-problem' look and handed him her menu. "Yeah, I'll have the mushroom parmesan orecchiette and a Diet Coke."
"My, my, aren't we cultured," he quipped, scribbling it down.
"Look, kid, do you want your tip or not?" Mel snapped, glaring at him.
He looked taken aback; apparently no one had ever spoken to him like that. "Well... Yeah, that'd be nice..."
"Then stop being such a prick and act professional," she told him diligently, crossing her arms.
"Y-yes ma'am... And you, sir?" he said, turning to Randy, his manner much more professional.
Randy looked impressed, hiding a smile. "I'll have the spaghetti Versilia, thank you. Oh, and a Budlight."
The waiter bowed, trembling slightly. "Very well. Your food should arrive shortly." And with that he walked away nervously, dropping the menus.
"Jesus, you'd think his mother never scolded him before," Mel remarked, rolling her shoulders back.
Randy laughed. "You sound like my mom when we went to the preschool open house for my little brother and some kid started crying because the teacher told him not to use up all the fingerpaint."
Mel smirked. "Well, my dad always told me never to let anyone act like they're better than me. Rise above 'em, show 'em who's boss. And of course, my mom always taught me to have good manners, not that I always use them..."
The guy came back with their drinks, hurrying away as quick as he could.
"I think you scared him, Mel," Randy pointed out, popping open his beer.
Mel's face took on an innocent look. "I wasn't that bad... was I?" Randy only smiled mysteriously and occupied his mouth with the bottle. "You know, I never took you for a Steve Austin, beer-guzzling type."
"Who're you calling beer-guzzling? I drink a Budlight every now and then; I don't break the two cans and let them stream into my mouth and all over my face," he corrected, finishing off the beer.
Mel raised her eyebrows, and sipped her Diet Coke timidly. Within minutes, their food appeared in front of them, steaming hot. "If there's anything else I can get for you, don't be afraid to ask," the waiter said speedily, rushing away.
"Talk about commanding respect..." Randy commented, blowing on his spaghetti. Mel smiled proudly, ripping into her orecchiette like a wild animal. When she saw Randy looking at her in amazement, she swallowed what was in her mouth and dabbed her napkin over her face like a proper lady.
"What? I haven't eaten all day. And lying around in bed all day sure works up an appetite..." she said cheerfully, returning her attention to the food. It was gone before Randy had taken two bites, and she leaned back in her chair, picking her teeth with a toothpick. Randy finished his food quickly and they paid, leaving a nice tip for the poor kid Mel had scared. They walked out into the frigid Denver air, and Randy checked his watch. It was only 10 pm, so they decided to take a walk.
Mel shivered involuntarily, making Randy laugh. "I told you you'd be cold... C'mere." Randy, not having a jacket either, wrapped his arms around Mel and they awkwardly walked down a few streets to the park. She looked up at him, glaring.
"Aren't you cold?" she wanted to know, while clutching his arms tighter around her.
He chuckled. "I'm never cold. I can tell that you are, though. Do you wanna go back?"
She shook her head. "No. Not yet. I'll warm up if we keep moving... Race you to that tree?" She smirked, and ducked under his arms, racing towards a huge, lone apple tree.
"Hey! No fair! Cheater!" he called after her, sprinting and winking when he caught up with her, before pulling ahead of her and sliding into the base of the tree. An apple fell and hit him on the head, and he cried out. Mel stopped gracefully and bent down beside him, inspecting his head.
"No damage. None that wasn't there before, anyway," she said, smiling and moving to lean against the trunk of the tree. Randy moved beside her, pulling her into his arms again. They sat there in silence for a while, looking up at the moon and stars. Out of nowhere, as it always does, they heard footsteps, and a hoarse voice yelling at them.
"Hey! Get off the grass!" A middle-aged man who was missing a tooth loped across the lawn towards them, shouting angrily. "No going on the grass!" he snapped when he reached them, folding his arms and looking at them, annoyed.
"Jesus, fine, we're leaving..." Randy muttered, helping Mel up and leading her back to the path.
"Bastard!" she yelled at him once they reached the path, and she saw him jump in the dark. "Run!" she giggled under her breath, taking off again. Randy ran ahead of her, picking her up on the way and running like hell. When they far enough away from the park, he set her down gently, and they laughed, clutching a wall for support. "God, I always hated those people when I was a kid. You could never play in the grass without getting screamed at," she commented once they had regained control of themselves, and they walked back towards the hotel, her hand enveloped in Randy's.
When they had gotten outside the revolving doors, Randy paused, and Mel looked at him. Without warning he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her, and she responded immedietely, twisting her arms around his neck and returning his kiss furiously. (A/N I'm not very good at writing this sort of thing...) They broke it up, breathless, and Mel smiled at him.
"I would have done it upstairs, but I'm afraid your brother might have shot me," he said playfully, taking her hand again and leading her back to their hotel room.
They opened the door quietly, in case the others were sleeping, but they were wide awake. John and Matt were crying, eyes glued to the tv, while Dave was on one of the beds reading. He looked over at Mel and Randy when they came in, jerking his head towards Matt and John, smiling and rolling his eyes.
"What the hell happened here?" Mel said, alarmed. She ducked down by John, shaking his shoulder.
He sniffed. "Jessica Alba just died..." Saying this caused him to burst into tears again.
Mel groaned, whacking him in the back of the head and walking back over to Randy. "Oh, brother..."
"Oww! Hey! It's a very sad thing when Jessica Alba dies! I mean, look at her..." John protested, before getting distracted by the tv again. Mel sighed and walked to the unoccupied bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling. Randy came over and laid beside her, wrapping an arm around her and stroking her hair.
"Melody, will you be my girlfriend?" he whispered right into her ear, pressing his forehead up against hers.
"Of course," she whispered back, before drifting off into the sweet embrace of sleep.
This was a little bit harder for me, becauseI don't exactly have the whole "cute date scene" down. Hopefully, I did okay... And I don't think Jessica Alba died in any of her movies, but eh. Hopefully I should have the next chapter up soon; I've got the basic idea formed in my mind. Ja ne, and see y'all next chapter.
-Rose