Chapter 02: Brick by: Ben Folds Five

6 am, day after Christmas

I throw some clothes on in the dark

The smell of cold

Car seat is freezing

The world is sleeping

I am numb

…

She hurriedly walked through the dark halls, in search of her Canadian best friend. Tears were streaming down her pretty face as she scurried around, obviously finding an empty arena. She checked the time. It was already quarter to midnight. If she hadn't slept in, napping inside the women's locker room, maybe she wouldn't have had that much of a problem finding Trish. She flipped her phone open and dialed Trish's number for the umpteenth time. Where the hell was she? Trish's phone rang numerous times as Stacy finally gave up and flipped her phone close.

Suddenly, the arena's lights went off and nothing was left but a dim light from outside the main double doors, made of glass and steel, illuminating the full moon's radiance. Stacy sighed, wiping her tears off and pushed the doors open, into the cold night.

She looked around, only to find one lone car parked near the entrance. The car looked familiar but Stacy knew it wasn't the time for her to figure out who the vehicle belonged to seeing as she had no idea how to get back to the hotel. If she didn't come up with anything soon, she might as well sleep by the doors of the arena until her best friend remembered to pick her up.

Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement as she wrapped her coat tighter around her slender frame. It wasn't helping ease the chilliness she was feeling at all as tears began to well up her eyes again.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tall, handsome figure loomed from the shadows. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow, hands inside his pockets as he watched the girl before him.

Stacy slightly gasped but not at all surprised to see him there. This was beginning to happen a lot; Randy popping out of nowhere and saving her butt. Most times, if the situation wasn't too risky, he would take her for a drive. Just for a drive and a little chit chat under the stars. Of course, it was still done behind everyone's backs.

It had been two months since that fateful night and still, she never ceased to think about it. She wasn't sure if it was ever going to happen again. Because that was just it. Their so-called relationship bordered in the undefined.

"I was supposed to ride back to the hotel with Trish but I was so stupid that I slept in and when I woke up, I couldn't find her, leaving me all alone to walk around the arena in search of another ride. I tried calling her cell but she won't pick up. Amy's out somewhere and Trish was my only ride," she explained in one breath as her voice cracked; the tears still threatening to spill from her eyes.

Randy took her hand, pulling her close to him as he pressed a kiss on her forehead before wiping her tears away. "First of all, you're not stupid. And second, ride with me," he told her, draping one arm around her shoulders in attempt to warm her before leading her to his car.

Stacy sighed in relief, nodding. Why Randy was still out there, she had no idea. But she was thankful to say the least that he still was for she would be freezing to death by now. "Have you eaten?" he asked her while backing up the car.

Stacy shook her head. "Not yet."

Randy took her hand. "We'll go get you something to eat then."

Stopping by a 24-hour fast food drive-thru, Randy bought Stacy what she wished to order before letting her eat on the hood of his car. They were currently parked by a quiet corner in an empty field which overlooked the city, under the stars. The couple sat on his car's hood, munching on French fries and naming the constellations they could find.

More often than not, Randy would furtively throw glances at the beautiful blonde. She really was something. Her eyes beamed as she named another constellation, Andromeda, before taking a sip of her Coke light. Her captivating smile never failed to make his heart do flips and just being around her made him the happiest guy alive.

"Stacy?" he called out in almost a whisper.

"Yeah?" she answered, her eyes never leaving the sky.

For a while, Randy paused, fondling with the straw of his drink. Finally, he spoke. "Do you ever think about that night?"

Not once had he ever brought up that topic or had they ever talked about it. It was like opening something so dangerous yet fragile, even Randy was too scared to face it.

Stacy's eyes immediately shifted from the sky to his. She stared at him for the longest time, a sweet, unpredictable smile painted on her pretty face before nodding, "Every time."

Randy looked away, his cheeks turning crimson as he mentally smacked himself. Randy Orton never blushed! Why was he blushing now!

Finally, after finishing their meal, the pair strapped themselves backinside Randy's car before driving away, leaving the memorable place behind.

…

And we drive

Now that I've found someone

I'm feeling more alone

Than I've ever had before

…

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought about her. The more he thought of her, the more his heart ached. And it wasn't helping at all that she was just a few inches away from him.

He knew without a doubt that every time he was with her, she gave him this sense of happiness that no other girl could give. It was as if she knew him all too well and that he couldn't hide anything from her. To the world, he was a monster. An asshole who treated women like dirt, created scandals and troubles, and was mainly influenced by his supposed friends. But to her, he was anything but that beast. He was himself. He was simply Randy Orton.

He didn't want to put their so-called relationship into jeopardy, especially knowing what he was capable of doing. Breaking the girl's heart. He couldn't bear to do that. It would kill him. He would rather have this kind of relationship with her, with no rules to follow and no rules to break.

But he knew deep down, that the feeling he was feeling for Stacy Keibler was something far more than any other feeling he felt for a girl.

And it was scaring him.

Ever since that night he made love to her, he thought it would be over. That everything would go back to normal and that he wouldn't be feeling all these things about this certain girl anymore.

But he was wrong. So, so wrong. Because these emotions he felt even exacerbated to a great extent. In the morning, he would think of her; wondering where she was; how she was doing fine; what she was thinking about and if he ever crossed her mind. At night, he would lay in bed, thinking the exact same things before falling asleep, dreaming about her this time. He would constantly flip his phone out to check if she, by some miracle, had called; hoping that she did or had at least left a message.

Of course, he would snap back to reality; scolding himself as to why Stacy Keibler would bother to text or call him if she wasn't even with him to begin with.

Why was it that now, when he had finally found the perfect girl, he felt even more alone than he was?

"Randy? Are you okay?" he heard Stacy's soft voice question, compelling him to snap out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," he said, giving her a reassuring smile and driving all the way to their hotel.

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

…

Upon arriving, Randy made sure to park his car somewhere where they couldn't be seen. Not that he was scared to be caught by Hunter or Ric. It was more that he wanted to protect Stacy and make sure she was safe at all times. He wanted to protect her from them; knowing all too well that if they caught her with him, prices would have to be paid.

Plus he couldn't bear to see another man's hand touch Stacy. His Stacy, as much as he wanted to put it. She was way too important for him. No one would harm her, as long as he was breathing.

"So I'll see you around?" he said, his voice sounding hopeful.

Stacy slightly giggled. "Well of course I'll see you around," she told him in a teasing but soft-spoken voice. "We work together," she reminded him, about to open the door of his car. Before she could do anything further, he took her hand and placed a kiss on top of it.

"Good night, Princess. Sleep well," he smiled.

She smiled back. "You, too, Randy. Good night."

And with that, she shut the door close, walking her way towards the hotel's entrance and giving him a final smile.

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

…

"You were always the sweetheart," Stacy recalled, smiling as she remembered how scared she was that night Trish forgot she was hitching a ride with her. "And you were always my knight in a shining armor," she giggled.

"Of course. I couldn't bear letting anything happen to you. I love you too damn much," Randy said, kissing her cheek and pulling her in his arms.

"Back then, if you had learned to realize that sooner, you wouldn't have had such a hard time with your emotions," Stacy giggled, interlacing her hands with his.

"I know. One would think I was crazy. But that's why the third song explains it all," the Legend Killer said, sighing as his wife leaned into him.

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