Chapter 04: Kind of Perfect by: Armor for Sleep
Can I just be something?
Somewhere in your room
That you won't notice
Maybe I'll be paper
Or books thrown on your floor
Move me when you want to
I'll live where you put me
In your VCR
If I become a cassette
Or on top of your computer
If that's where I would fit
Then so be it
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Sweat trickled down his forehead as he looked at the digital clock on his bedside table. 3:57, it read.
Shit, he couldn't sleep.
No, he knew he was no insomniac. But the fact that a certain long-legged diva kept filling his head day in and day out surely made him one. He was definitely going crazy.
Lately, their driving trips had been lessened, all because someone had managed to keep offering Stacy a ride. And that didn't sit too well with him. Especially that this certain someone happened to be Chris Masters.
He always beat him to it. Always there by her locker room, standing guard as if he was her head of security. He inwardly scoffed at the thought. Only he had the right to that title.
What made it harder for him was that he was under heavy surveillance, care of Hunter Hearst Helmsley, due to his increasingly odd behavior.
At first, when he started refusing the drinks and the limos, it was fine. But after he started refusing the girls, Hunter went ballistic and made sure he knew everything Randy was up to. Hunter was livid. The guy was smart, no kidding. If he continued his consistent rendezvous' with Stacy, Hunter would eventually figure that out.
And that was exactly what he wanted and needed to do; to protect her. Especially from Hunter.He couldn't risk having Hunter reckon that something blossoming was going on between him and the most beautiful diva in the WWE. Not that he would be the one to blame, but because he cared too much about her well-being, it would kill him if ever something bad happened.
Randy sighed, getting up and heading towards the bathroom. He stared at his reflection on the mirror before washing his face with the cool, refreshing water. He looked like a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and there were bags forming from underneath them. His face was pale, his body was excessively drainedand he reallyfelt the need to sleep.
He was definitely going crazy, as he thought to himself. Maybe the blow Shelton Benjamin gave him earlier caused all of this.
Yeah right. Give it a break, Randy.
He sighed once again. If he wasn't crazy, why did he suddenly want to be something in Stacy's room? One of her personal belongings perhaps? Just so that he could ease the tension his mind was going through and that he would know every little thing she was up to. He would watch her without knowing he was there.
Don't be ridiculous, Randy, he scolded himself.
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But things can't be perfect
All the time
That I know
Sometimes we just have to let some things go
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He knew it all too well. Life wasn't perfect, especially his. If he wanted to stay successful in the business, he'd have to stick by Hunter and Ric. But being with them meant he had to give up hanging around with Stacy because he knew they would certainly forbid it.
Only problem was, Stacy was like a magnet always hauling him to her. He just couldn't let her go.
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I will not say one word
I'll just hang around
I won't annoy you at all
When you move out I'll stay
Until I'm thrown away
But then it won't matter
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"Stacy," Randy called out before looking around to check if it was safe to talk to the long-legged diva.
"Hey, Randy," Stacy greeted, checking her surroundings as well.
For a while, it was silent as Randy scratched the back of his ear. "So…ummm…what are you doing tonight?" he asked awkwardly, walking along with her in the empty corridors.
"Ummm…nothing really, why?"
"Do you wanna go for a drive or get something to eat?" Randy asked nervously. He was nervous, for crying out loud! First of all, he was never nervous around any girl. But then again, Stacy Keibler wasn't just any girl. He was a girl he had deep feelings for. And second, he never asked a girl out. It was always the other way around. Girls always swooned over Randy Orton.
Stacy blushed a little before grinning at him teasingly. "Are you asking me out?"
"Well…ummm…no, not really. Well actually, yeah, I am…I just didn't wanna admit it 'coz ummm…well…never mind…it's just that…"
"I'd love to," Stacy answered with a smile, abruptly shutting him up.
Randy Orton, for the second time in his life, blushed as he escorted Stacy to her locker room. "Cool. So let's go get your bags then."
Stacy smiled and nodded, leading the way to her locker room, only to find none other than Chris Masters, playing doorman once again. "Hey hotstuff," he greeted. "So I was thinking tonight, after my match, we could head out to a bar and maybe go drinking a little. What do you say?" he asked cockily, eyeing Randy with a raised eyebrow.
"And what? Get her drunk? I don't think so," Randy answered way before Stacy could, putting a protective arm around her and smirking at the Masterpiece.
"I don't remember talking to you," Chris Masters sneered, causing Randy to raise his head in pride.
"Yeah, but I do remember asking Stacy out before you so if you could please move out of the way, Stacy needs to go get her bags," Randy responded, opening the locker room door for Stacy and letting her enter. Before he could close it in Chris's face, he called out.
"Does Randy's little mentor know about this? Hmmm? His own member dating someone he's not supposed to?"
This was enough to get Randy's blood to boil.
"Randy, don't," Stacy pleaded.
But he was already making his way towards the self-proclaimed Masterpiece. "What the hell did you say?"
The smirk on the Masterpiece's face grew wider, if it was possible. "I hit a nerve, didn't I?"
Randy breathed in and out deeply. "Look, I don't care if Hunter wants me staying away from her. So as long as she knows how I feel about her and that I'm always here to protect her, then I have no problem. But right now, you're being a problem. So get lost because obviously Stacy doesn't wanna be with someone as pathetic as you."
Touché.
Chris Masters sneered at the harshness of Randy's words, narrowing his eyes at him before walking away.
Contented, Randy finally shut the door close to Stacy's locker room, unaware of a certain pair of fuming eyes watching him from afar.
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Things can't be perfect
All the time
That I know
Sometimes we just have to let some things go
…
"So where do you wanna go?" Randy asked, the moment the lights of the arena shut off.
They had to play it safe hence they waited until the whole place was empty so that they could sneak out together.
"I dunno," Stacy shrugged, strapping her seatbelt in. "You wanna go to a bar?"
"Are you considering the Masterpiece's suggestion?" Randy cocked an eyebrow, smirking. Stacy opened her mouth to say something but no words came. She blushed furiously and watched as Randy snickered at her. "I was kidding, doll. We'll head to a bar if that's what you want."
As a result, Randy drove to a nice and quiet bar where the music was nothing but jazz and the place was filled with just a few people. Walking towards a table for two, he carefully pulled a chair for Stacy, letting her sit first before seating himself down.
"I'll have a frozen margarita," Stacy ordered, smiling at their waiter.
"I'll just have a bottle of Ketel One," Randy followed suit, smiling at Stacy as she smiled back.
"Are you sure we're going to be safe here?" Stacy asked, biting her lower lip in a cute manner and looking around.
"Yeah, babe. We're fine here," the Legend Killer assured, taking hold of her hand.
Stacy nodded, her hair gracefully falling in front of her face as she tucked it behind her ear.
"So tell me…what's going on with you and the Masterpiece?" Randy smirked at the mention of the lug's name.
The diva could only give Randy a confused look. "Huh? Nothing's going on. Why?"
Shrugging, Randy answered, "I dunno. Lately you've been hanging out a lot."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I like the guy."
Again, he shrugged, watching as the waiter came with their orders.
Stacy cocked an eyebrow in a teasing way. "Is Mr. Randy Orton jealous?"
Randy could feel Stacy's eyes burn through him. Was he jealous? Of course not! He was never jealous! He had no reason to be jealous! Right?
Wrong, his conscience whispered in a sing-song, teasing way. Shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, he took a swig of his vodka. "Now why would I be jealous?" the cocky wrestler answered back, making Stacy grin even more.
"You tell me."
He sighed. "Fine. So I was a little jealous. But it doesn't matter. I know I'm better than the guy anyway and—"
Stacy giggled, cutting him off. "You are, Randy. Don't worry," she said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Randy chuckled to hide the giddiness he was feeling. He never felt this ecstatic in his entire life. It was nothing compared to the day he found out he was to fight Benoit for the World Heavyweight Championship at Summerslam. Which reminded him, was in three weeks. He looked at Stacy and smiled.
Sometimes we just have to let some things go
The sentence echoed through Randy's head. Yes, there were some things he had to let go. But Stacy was definitely not one of them.
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"I've always loved that song," Stacy sighed, her head rested on Randy's chest as he stroked her soft, blonde hair.
"Yeah, same here."
"I remember how Chris Masters followed me everywhere, it was so annoying!"
Randy scoffed. "You can't imagine how jealous AND annoyed I was at him and the situation."
Stacy giggled, kissing Randy softly. "Well you don't need to worry about that now, right?"
"Hell yeah," Randy whispered, pulling her in for a longer kiss. "'Coz you're all mine."
Stacy grinned, embracing him in her thin arms, allowing him to hug her back. "I sure am."
"And I'm sure as hell when I say this…but I'm never ever letting you go."
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