Chapter 14: You and Me by: Lifehouse
A/N: Haha! The last part of the previous chapter was so cheezy. But anyway, hope you guys are still enjoying the story! Please keep those reviews coming and thanks to all those who reviewed! Here's the fourteenth installment of the Soundtrack.
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"You remember that Hell in a Cell match, babe?" Randy asked, reminiscing about that time in his life where he really put his body on the line.
"How could I forget? Dave and I couldn't stop jumping up and down when you won!"
Randy raised an eyebrow. "David Batista was jumping up and down?"
Stacy giggled. "Well…it was more of me. But he was really happy for you, I could tell."
Randy nodded, snickering. "For a moment, I thought Dave was getting in touch with his feminine side."
"Oh please…Dave's a great guy."
Again, Randy snickered. "I know."
"So what's the next song?" Stacy asked.
Upon hearing the first few strums of the guitar, Randy couldn't help but grin.
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What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
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"Let me get this straight…you're substituting Booker T starting next week in the best of seven series match against Benoit and if you win, he gets the title?" Stacy clarified.
Randy shrugged. "That's the plan."
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'Why'?" the Legend Killer asked.
They were currently on a getaway trip to Las Casitas in Baja, Mexico, the super luxury spa where they were going to spend the whole week, together with Trish and John Cena.
"What did Booker do for you that you owe him this much to be taking his place for the title?"
"Nothing," Randy pointed out. "But he's gonna owe me one if I win."
Stacy sighed. She didn't really like the idea. But if Randy was up for it, then all she could do was be the supportive girlfriend that she was. And this meant she would have to deal with Booker T's wife, Sharmell, who was very hard to tolerate. Looking back, she found John's BMW E90 3 Roadster on their tail. She waved a little before turning back to Randy.
"How long 'til we get to Mexico?" she asked her boyfriend, dressed in a white wife-beater with a red, YSL polo over. He wore khaki shorts from Timberland and a pair of brown, water buffalo sandals as he eyed the digital clock in his car. It was ten minutes to seven in the morning.
"About three hours," Randy answered.
"Do you mind if I take a nap?"
"No, go ahead. I'll just wake you when we get there."
Stacy smiled gratefully. "Thanks."
And with that, she reclined her seat and dozed off while Randy led the way to Baja.
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Mexico. Randy Orton had no idea what to expect. But he marveled at the landscape as he and a sleeping Stacy drove south, first on the spacious toll road that hugged the coast between Tijuana and the resort city of Ensenada and then inland toward San Quintin. For a while, the Pacific Ocean had been to his right, glistening in the sunshine for as far as the eye could see. Its beauty lulled the Legend Killer into a zone-like state that lasted through the wide terrain of Ensenada and up until Stacy stirred and woke up.
"Wow," she said, admiring the view. "The ocean looks beautiful."
"Sure does," Randy agreed.
Half an hour later, he turned off the highway onto a two-lane road that appeared to have been blacktopped the day before; the white stripe down the center was freshly painted. There was a speed limit sign in English that said ten miles per hour but no other indication that they were approaching one of the world's most exclusive resorts. A few feet farther along, the landscape opened up and a magnificent golf course came into view, dotted with a few golf carts and golfers enjoying an early morning round. Then the road dipped to the left and tunneled under the course. Stacy realized it was so the golfers could safely cross the road without any danger from passing vehicles.
When they emerged from the tunnel, they passed a driving range where a few more golfers were hitting buckets of balls, then a tidy ocean-side tennis facility where a singles match was in progress, and a low-slung wooden stable where a sleek white Arabian horse was being hot-walked by a young groom.
Finally, they came to a white-gabled, low-slung building with a small copper sign announcing that this was indeed Las Casitas. As Randy stopped the car, a battalion of valets, car parkers and attendants were upon them.
"Welcome to Las Casitas," the eldest of the valets greeted them with a huge smile. At the same time, John's BMW pulled over as he and Trish were given the same treatment. The whole crew wore black pants, long-sleeve, white golf shirts with the words Las Casitas embroidered in red thread, black shoes and white gloves despite the warm, early morning sun. The intended effect was understated elegance.
"Mr. Orton, Ms. Keibler, Mr. Cena, Ms. Stratus," the valet started. "It's a pleasure to have you all with us. Check-in is arranged; your escorts have your keys. Mr. Orton and Ms. Keibler, Ms. Rodriguez will be available to escort you to your casita. Mr. Cena and Ms. Stratus, Mr. Phelps will do the same for you. If you want to look at the premises, just phone the front desk ten minutes before you'd like your tour to begin and then simply wait for your guide to arrive. If there's anything we can do to make your stay with us more pleasant, just ask. Your bags will be in your casitas by the time you arrive. And remember: No tipping. Gratuities, propinas or pourboires are accepted at Las Casitas. It is our pleasure to make sure you have everything you need or desire, twenty-four hours a day."
Randy nodded before turning to John and smirked. John had the same expression on his face while the two divas squealed together in excitement. As the pair separated, one of the valets—dark-skinned, with short dreadlocks; his name tag said Trevor—bowed slightly to Randy and Stacy. "I'll bring you to Casita Las Brisas." His voice had the lilt of a Caribbean island. "That's where you'll be staying."
The two followed Trevor through the main building where a white-jacketed waiter handed them flutes of chilled champagne with floating raspberries. Both took it gratefully. One sip told them that this was no ordinary champagne.
"Louis Roederer Cristal 1995," Trevor commented. "Shipped by refrigerated container from France to San Diego, then by refrigerated truck to us. It's a little obsessive, yes. But our sommelier demands it that way."
"It's wonderful," Stacy declared as she took a serious swallow.
"Very good," Trevor told her as he continued them on their way. "It's all we pour at Las Casitas. Have as many as you like."
Five minutes of walk took them through a lush garden. Trevor pointed out hedgehog cactus, poppies, and Indian paintbrush flowers, all native to Baja. A few moments later, they were in front of Randy and Stacy's casita.
They both took in the immaculate exterior: front porch with a slate floor and two white rocking chairs, big picture windows and a gently sloping roof to shield the rockers from afternoon showers. Stacy pictured herself curled up on one of those chairs, reading a book, listening to the birds and the distant ocean.
When they stepped inside, they both silently gasped. The interior was as breathtaking as the exterior was inviting. There was a large living room with pale wood furnishings accented in sunny yellow. A ceiling fan turned slowly in the center of the room. The sliding glass doors at the rear opened to a magnificent view of the sapphire ocean, seemingly close enough to touch. There was a sitting room with a stocked library, a bedroom with a massive white iron bed fluffy with white and yellow pillows, and a huge bathroom with a two-showerhead wash, a jetted Jacuzzi tub and a bidet. The thermostat red sixty-seven degrees, the humidity less than twenty-five percent. Yet the long-legged diva couldn't hear an air-conditioner or a dehumidifier at work. She did hear beautiful classical music coming from the hidden speakers.
Trevor led them to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, fully stocked with the foods Randy requested. "This is lovely," Stacy said.
Trevor smiled. "Internet access is available between 10am to 10pm. That's when we have access to the satellite. In the living room cabinet is a TV, VCR/DVD and a CD player. We've brought in a selection of movies and music. If there is something you like that isn't there, let us know. Outside, you'll find a hot tub and a small cooling pool."
Stacy smiled. "Thank you."
Trevor gave a slight nod. "Your private maid and butler are available twenty-four hours a day. Simply press the yellow button on your phone and explain your needs. Shall I have your maid unpack your suitcases?"
Stacy shook her head. "No, it's okay. We'll do it ourselves."
"Alright. Well, if there's anything you need, just give a ring," Trevor repeated before nodding his head curtly and leaving.
"Randy, this is fantastic!" Stacy exclaimed. "We get to stay here for a week?"
Randy smirked. "That's right, babe. So what do you wanna do first?"
"Can we go to the beach?" she exclaimed, eyeing the ocean from the sliding glass doors.
"Your wish is my command," Randy winked, watching as she hurriedly grabbed her clothes and ran inside the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she came out wearing a black, haltered, draw-string bikini top and a baby pink sarong. Under it, she wore a white boy-cut, bikini bottom with black prints like that of a Dalmatian. Randy was already in a pair of yellow and turquoise, Billabong board shorts and his brown water buffalo sandals.
He walked over to Stacy and pressed a kiss to her lips before taking hold of her hand and walking all the way to the beach. They first made a stop at the Surf Shack, a bar right by the beach where the couple had Margaritas.
"John!" Randy called out once he saw him nearing with Trish.
"Yo, dawg," John greeted. "What you doing today?"
"We're taking a dip!" Stacy answered with a grin. "Water looks tempting."
"You guys wanna join us surf later?" Trish asked, taking a seat beside Stacy.
"We'd love to!" Stacy squealed with a grin.
As the couples ordered more mango shakes, coconut drinks and Margaritas, they finally made their way towards the place where they could rent surfboards. Stacy chose a long, white one with pink stars and a pink backtail. Trish got a bright yellow one with streaks of red and orange while John and Randy respectively chose a sky blue one with soft, tangerine streaks and a white one with tints of red and blue.
"Randy…I dunno how to surf," Stacy spoke, eyeing the waves that crashed down on the shore.
"It's okay, babe," he assured. "I'll teach you."
Randy and John started out by letting Stacy and Trish balance themselves on their boards while it was settled on the white sand. When they got the hang out of it, they walked over to the water. "So you first paddle and then when you see the perfect wave come, turn around, slowly stand up and balance yourself then you just go with the flow," Randy instructed. "You might fall the first few times but that's what surfing is all about. You gotta get up and try again. You'll perfect it in no time," he told his girlfriend.
Stacy nodded, watching as both Randy and John paddled away. "Let's go, ladies!" John had called out as Trish paddled her way towards Stacy.
"I dunno how I'm gonna do this, Stace," Trish snickered.
"Same here," the long-legged diva answered. "But look, here comes a good one," she pointed out.
A nice, fair-sized wave was indeed coming their way as the two divas started to paddle towards it. Once they were close enough, both slowly tried standing up. Trish was the first to lose her balance, crashing into the water but Stacy was able to last a little bit longer.
"Woohoo! You go, babe!" Randy cheered.
A grin played on Stacy's face as she spread her arms out to control her balance. As she did, she suddenly slipped off her board, causing her to tumble down into the cool depths of the water. Trish laughed while paddling her way towards John as Randy clapped his hands.
"She's good for a first timer," John said, reaching out for his girlfriend's hand.
"Yeah, she is, isn't she?" Randy answered proudly.
It took a few seconds until Trish realized something was wrong. "Is it me or is Stacy taking too long to get back up?" she asked, eyeing the floating surfboard of Stacy. Hearing this was enough for Randy to almost have a heart attack.
"Shit!" Randy exclaimed, diving into the blue waters and swimming towards where Stacy had fallen. John did the same while Trish made sure all the boards were safe from being waved away. Randy quickly swam further and found Stacy struggling with her foot caught in between two rocks. Immediately, Randy swam over and gently took her foot. John also came and helped out, taking the two rocks that got the diva stuck while Randy pulled her up for air.
"Are you okay, babe?" he exclaimed, almost out of breath while hugging his girlfriend close.
Stacy coughed a few times before giggling. "Did you see me surf?" she asked him, watching as he sighed in relief.
"Shit, Stace. You don't know how scared I was," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pressing another one to her lips. "But yeah, you were great," he smiled, hugging her tight.
Stacy playfully rolled her eyes. "My foot just got stuck. Besides, I knew you were going to save me," she winked. "Can we go for another try?"
Randy snickered. "Whatever the princess wants."
Later that day, the couples separated as John and Trish took off to try their hot tub while Randy and Stacy rented a small yacht and went boating. It was a little past six and the sun was beginning to set, painting the horizon with tints of orange, yellow, pink and purple. Stars were starting to emit while the crescent form of the moon was slowly illuminating the beautiful, evening sky.
"This is the best vacation ever," Stacy said, leaning over the yacht's front railings while Randy stood behind her, arms wrapped around her slender figure and head rested on her right shoulder.
"I love you," Randy whispered, placing trails of kisses from the side of her head all the way down to her neck until it reached her shoulders.
"I love you, too," Stacy whispered back with a smile, leaning against Randy's warm body.
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Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
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"I rented us four Jet skis, Randy," John Cena said the following day, sitting down beside Randy in one of the beachside restaurants where the two divas were currently having a yummy breakfast of pink salmon with bagels and cream cheese. While the two superstars were dressed in board shorts and a comfy shirt, the divas were in their bikinis with a sarong over. Stacy was wearing a white, haltered, draw-string bikini with a matching white, bikini bottom and a blue, floral sarong over while Trish was in a peach bikini full of white polka dots and a matching, plain sarong.
"We get to ride the Jet skis?" Stacy asked with a huge beam on her face.
"Yup!" Randy winked, leaning over and giving her a kiss.
"What was that for?" the long-legged diva giggled.
Randy shrugged. "You're just too cute." And with that, he gave her another kiss, this time, letting it last longer.
After breakfast and riding the Jet skis for about an hour with all four playing around, chasing and racing each other, they separated once again. John and Trish booked a body massage in the luxurious spa while Randy and Stacy enjoyed a dip in their hot tub.
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All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
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The scorching, hot, Mexican sun smiled down upon Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler as the Legend Killer opened one eye and watched his sleeping beauty. His arm draped around her side in a protective way while her head rested an inch away from his on a soft pillow. She wore nothing but a thin tank top and a matching pair of panties while he was in a pair of boxer shorts, both feeling humid due to the weather. The ceiling fan was slowly turning as a classical piece of Beethoven dubbed as Symphony No. 5 played from the hidden speakers of the room.
Slowly, Stacy stirred and gradually opened her eyes while immediately, Randy shut his eye close and pretended to sleep. Stifling a yawn, Stacy smiled at Randy's sleeping form. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips but was suddenly surprised when he kissed back.
"Morning, princess," Randy grinned, causing Stacy to blush and duck her head.
"Morning, Randy."
He smiled, leaning in to kiss her again. "What are we doing today?" she asked, sitting up and stretching her arms. Randy took this chance to tickle her sides, causing her to giggle before being pinned back down on the bed.
"It's a surprise," he grinned like a little boy.
Stacy laughed at him, "Okay," before getting up. Randy did the same, running after her as she entered the bathroom.
"Randy, get out. I'm taking a batch," she told him.
"Don't see why I can't join you," he winked, slowly pulling his boxers down.
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"Randy, where are we going?" Stacy asked, letting Randy hold her hand as he led her through a sandy area.
"You'll see," he winked, giving her a peck on the cheek.
She wore an orange bikini with a knitted, beige poncho over. Her hair was left down in a grudge look as on her feet were a pair of Havaiianas. Randy, meanwhile, wore a red pair of Billabong shorts and a plain, white Adidas shirt while on his feet were his brown sandals. He kept furtively glancing at Stacy as the excitement was very evident in her eyes.
Finally, they reached a part in the seashore where there was a small boat waiting for them. Right across, about half a mile away, a tiny island full of bushes and coconut trees was seen amidst the little waves that crashed against the white sand. It was a private island that belonged to Las Casitas, available for reservation any time of the day.
It was a little past twelve as Randy carried Stacy in his arms and gently placed her inside the boat. Pushing it further away, he then got in and paddled all the way to the little island.
When they arrived, Randy helped her out of the boat and led her towards one side of the island where they found a short, Japanese picnic table on top of a large, cushy mat with throw pillows as chairs. On the table were delicious meals of salad topped with Thousand Island dressing, cheese croutons with delicious bowls of pumpkin soup and Portobello mushroom ravioli in creamy, garlic, carbonara sauce.
"Wow…" Stacy stared in awe, seeing steam still emitting from the soup, indicating that the food was still warm. "This is absolutely breathtaking," she said, her eyes wide in enthusiasm. Randy grinned, leading her to the table. After enjoying the hearty meal, he stood up and offered Stacy his hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"May I have this dance?"
"But there's no music," she pointed out.
As if on cue, a violin version of the song, "I'll Be", by Edwin McCain started playing. Stacy blushed for the millionth time, taking Randy's hand and allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist as she leaned against his chest with arms wrapped around his neck. They swayed gracefully to the beautiful sound of the music as Randy breathed in Stacy's scent.
"This is where I wanna be forever," she whispered, looking up and meeting his eyes.
Randy leaned down and captured her lips in his. "I promise you…this is where you'll be forever."
As soon as the music ended, they started strolling by the beach, hand in hand, until Stacy stopped to gasp at what she was seeing.
Two horses stood about twenty feet away. The white one, a palomino, had a long, braided mane with honey-colored eyes that sparkled every time it blinked. The other horse was a black stallion with a dark mane that covered a white, star-shaped spot on its forehead.
The couple walked towards the animals as Stacy instantaneously allowed the white horse to nuzzle its head against her hand.
"Can we ride them?" Stacy asked with such exhilaration in her voice.
"Of course, babe," Randy said, helping his girlfriend up the white horse before strapping her feet securely on the safety footrest. He then got on his own horse and strapped himself in. Together, they grazed along the side of the beach with each four-legged creature barely touching the salty water of the Pacific Ocean.
All of a sudden, Stacy giggled, giving her horse a light kick and letting it run away.
"Stacy!" Randy called out, running after her. They laughed at each while playing around with both horses even enjoying themselves. Finally, when they were tired, the two decided to rest under the shade of a large, coconut tree.
"This really is the best vacation I've ever had," Stacy told Randy as she leaned against his chest.
"Hell yeah," Randy answered, giving her hand a kiss.
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Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
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"If you could just get your wife out of the way, maybe I could've won that match for you," Randy told Booker T while he was in his locker room.
"Hey, if it wasn't for me, you would have been tapping out there!" Sharmell retorted, staring at Randy defiantly.
Randy just narrowed his eyes at her while Booker T kept her quiet. Stacy stood quietly by a corner, watching the whole scene play.
"Listen, Randy," Booker spoke, "You've got one more match next week. We're still on the lead, three and two. You just gotta win that match," he said, patting him in the back.
"Yeah, and when I win it for you," Randy smirked. "When I hand that title to you on a silver platter," he looked over to Stacy and smiled before turning to Booker and his wife, "You're gonna owe me one."
Booker just eyed him curiously before nodding his head. "Yeah, okay," he said.
Sharmell just stared loathly at him before looking over to Stacy. "You tell him," she said, pointing at Randy, "that he better win his match for my man."
"Hey, leave her out of this," Randy glared. "As far as I can remember, I'm doing your man a favor."
Just as Sharmell was about to answer back, Booker T stopped her. "Sharmell, that's enough. Leave Randy to do his own thing and don't get her pretty girlfriend involved. She didn't do nothing to you."
"Pretty girlfriend? So you'd rather defend her than your wife?"
"That's it. We're leaving," Randy said, taking Stacy's hand and opening the door for her. "I'll see you next week, T."
And with that, he walked out of the locker room with his girlfriend.
"She's so annoying," Randy spoke once they reached their locker room.
Stacy just giggled, sitting down sideways on Randy's lap. "This is what you get for agreeing to that stipulation."
Randy sighed, shaking his head before stroking her leg.
"By the way, I have to leave next week."
Randy raised an eyebrow. "What? Why?"
"My mom signed me up and I got invited to join this contest, Dancing with the Stars. I get to be paired up with a professional dancer and every week, we dance a different dance. It's up to the audience and the fans to decide and vote who they want to stay and who they want to go," she explained.
"What? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Randy suddenly stood up.
Stacy shrugged innocently. "I only got the call last night."
"How long are you gonna be away?"
"Season starts in two weeks so I start practicing with my partner next week. I guess I'm gonna be away for as long as I'll last in that show."
Randy fell silent, staring at his girlfriend with a serious look. Finally, he took her in his arms and embraced her tightly. "Sorry if I freaked out but I'm gonna miss you."
"It's okay. I'm gonna miss you, too, Randy."
He sighed. "So when does this start? In two weeks?"
"Yeah. You'll vote for me, right?" she asked, looking up to meet his eyes.
"Of course I will," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
They stayed in that position for a while until Randy suddenly realized something and looked up. "Wait…your partner's gonna be a guy?"
Stacy giggled at him. "Of course. Who else would my partner be?"
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"Last call for all passengers of Flight 182, Delta Airlines, heading for Los Angeles, California," the speaker blasted throughout the John F. Kennedy airport.
"So I'll see you in two weeks, Randy," Stacy said, taking her handcarry bag from her boyfriend.
Randy just gave her a puppy-dog look while pouting his lips and batting his eyelashes.
"Don't give me that look, Randy," Stacy tried to smile but ended up teary-eyed. She walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"You sure you don't want me to go with you?"
"Don't be silly. You can't. You've got a big storyline going on for you."
Randy sighed. "Will you be okay?"
Stacy nodded. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Call me when you get there."
"Okay."
For a few seconds, they stayed silent in each others arms until Randy broke it off. "Stace, you'll miss your flight."
"I'll miss you, Randy."
"I'll miss you, too."
And with that, Randy leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss before watching her walk towards the boarding area. Waving a goodbye, he placed his hands inside his pockets and sighed. He really was going to miss her.
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"Waiter, can I get another beer?" John ordered, watching as Randy sulked in his seat.
It had only been four days since she left and already, he was as depressed as hell. The last time she called was that afternoon and she seemed to be doing well with her dancing practice. He also was able to have a short talk with her partner, Tony, who happened to be a pretty nice guy.
"Dawg, I'm telling yah. She'll win it. Whole company's voting for her non-stop. Your girl's a fan favorite, too. She's got all the WWE fans on her side!"
"Yeah, well what if I don't her to win?" Randy retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"You have got to be the most selfish and unsupportive boyfriend to ever grace the planet."
"I just miss her."
"Dawg, you still gotta vote for her."
"I know, I know," Randy said. "I'd probably be the one to vote her the most," he said sadly.
"Don't be too sad, Randy. She won't be gone forever."
Randy sighed. "Yeah."
…
Two weeks later…
Stacy was busy watching an old movie, "Breakfast at Tiffany's", starring Audrey Hepburn when suddenly, someone knocked on her hotel door.
"Leave me alone, Drew! I know I'm gonna beat you next week!" she teased, standing up and checking her appearance on the full-length mirror.
Her blonde hair was a mess and she only wore a pair of aqua-colored, Roxy shorts and a loose, white shirt. Raking her hand through her soft hair, she walked over to the door and answered it.
"Randy!" she exclaimed, instantly jumping into his arms and smoldering his face with kisses. "I thought you said you were coming tomorrow?" she asked as he carried her inside the room before dropping his bag.
"Yeah, but I wanted to surprise you," he grinned, placing her gently on the bed. "You lost weight," he pointed out, taking a seat beside her.
"I know. Training's been difficult. I dance with Tony five hours a day. My legs are killing me!" she told him.
Randy nodded, rubbing her back. "Did you get to meet George Hamilton?"
"Oh yeah, I did. He's really cool. And Drew Lachey is really funny. But when it comes to competing, he can be scary."
Randy smiled. "So did you miss me?"
"Of course!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him.
"I saw your dance last week. You were really good," Randy commented, kissing her forehead.
"Really? I thought my dress was uncomfortable."
"Yeah, I thought it was too revealing for a dance," he pointed out, earning a wack from Stacy,
"I had no choice to wear that!" she giggled, glancing at the TV. "So how long are you staying?" she asked.
Randy sighed. "Just this weekend. I have to fly back to Georgia."
Stacy pouted. "Can't you watch one of my performances?"
"You know I'd love to, babe. But I can't. Vince's orders."
Stacy heaved a disappointed sigh.
"Tell you what? Why don't you go dress up and I'll take you shopping around L.A.? Sound good?" Randy proposed with a grin.
Stacy shrugged, smiling a little. "I guess so."
Randy snickered, shaking his head. "Come here," he said before pulling her in for a kiss.
…
There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right
…
One month later…
"No, I wanna go home!" Stacy cried over the phone. "I don't wanna dance anymore! I wanna be with you!" she said hysterically.
Randy panicked, clinging the cellphone to his ear. "Baby, calm down! But you're doing so well! You can't just give up, princess!"
"But I wanna be with you, Randy! I don't wanna be here anymore! I wanna be with you!" she kept repeating.
Randy thought fast, looking around the arena. He was supposed to attend a press conference any minute now. He knew he would be dead meat if he didn't show up.
"Baby, can you wait for a few hours?" he requested, running towards his locker room to grab his bag. Putting the phone down, he bumped into Batista. "You're taking my place in the press conference," he pointed out, placing his cellphone inside the pocket of his slacks.
"Why? What happened?" the Animal asked curiously.
"Stacy's throwing a tantrum. I'm gonna catch the next plane to Vegas," Randy explained, checking his bag if his passport was inside.
Batista nodded, waving him goodbye as Randy drove as fast as he could all the way to the airport.
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A non-stop knocking from Stacy's hotel room door caused her to jolt up from the bed. It was two in the morning as she groggily got up in her pink pajamas. Opening the door, there stood an exhausted Randy Orton with weary eyes and trying to stifle a yawn.
Stacy sobbed, breaking down and hugging him.
"Ssshhh…babe, it's okay. I'm here," Randy whispered in a soothing voice, bringing her inside the room.
"You didn't have to come, Randy," she said in between tears.
"Ssshhh…I wanted to," he said, placing trails of kisses down her neck.
"Are you gonna stay?"
Randy nodded, silencing her with his lips before pulling her shirt off. "For as long as you want, baby."
…
"She must really be homesick," Batista said while he and Randy were having lunch at Outback.
"Yeah, she almost broke down again when I left," Randy told him, taking a bite off his cheeseburger.
"When you visiting her again? Next week?"
Randy shrugged. "I can't. Vince will chew my head off."
"What about next, next week?"
"Can't either. It's No Way Out."
Batista shook his head. "Poor Stacy."
Randy sighed. "I know. I miss her like hell."
"Awww…poor Randy," Batista teased. "When will you see her again?"
Randy sighed heavily. "I don't know."
…
Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
And me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
…
Stacy stood nervously on the stage beside Drew Lachey. It was the very last episode of Dancing with the Stars as she and Drew were the last two who made it in the show. Biting her lip, she wondered if Randy was going to be there to either congratulate or to comfort her. It had been forever since they last saw each other and she was more than inching to get on the plane that minute and fly to wherever Randy was.
"And the winner of the 2006 Dancing with the Stars is…" the host announced while Stacy and Drew smiled nervously at each other. "Stacy Keibler!"
Shock overcame Stacy as she covered her mouth with her hands. Drew laughed at her reaction, giving her a congratulations hug. The audience cheered wildly as all three judges gave her a hug as well. Stacy became teary as her partner gave her the final hug.
"Now Stace," the host spoke. "Someone from the audience came here to surprise you," he said. "Take it as congratulations gift."
From the crowd, a familiar brunette in gray Calvin Klein slacks and a black Ben Sherman polo stood out and was walking towards the stage. He was holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge smile on his face. Stacy, in her black, Escada dress, got even tearier while waiting for her boyfriend to approach her.
"Congratulations, baby," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before handing her the bouquet.
"You came," Stacy beamed, hugging him tight.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world, Stace," he whispered back, suddenly stepping away and offered his hand to her. "May I have this dance?" he asked, a huge grin present on his handsome face.
The audience went crazy as everyone else on stage watched the two in awe. Randy placed one hand on Stacy's waist while the other held her hand as she leaned close against his chest and had one arm on his shoulder.
As they danced, the song "You and Me" by Lifehouse started playing while a few squeals and "Awww's" were heard from the crowd.
Randy looked down on his beautiful girlfriend. "I love you, Stace."
Stacy smiled and looked up at him. "I love you, too, Randy."
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What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
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