Ch 5
Authors Note: I'm really sorry for the slow updates! I'll try to get better about that sooner. I'll try and update by next weekend but I'm not going to make any promises, I'm going to the TNA show on Friday night and then SNME the next night so you can tell I'm going to be busy ;P. Keep those updates coming!
Disclaimer: I own no one.
We walked out of the hotel and started to walk down the street. There has to be some restaurant around here that we could eat at. After a few minutes of walking we picked one out that seemed like a nice, small, cafe. We sat down at a table and a waiter brought over our menus.
"Why don't you just order for me. It's not like I'll be able to pick anything out." I said to Randy.
"Alright, do you have any preferences?" He asked as he looked over the menu.
"Surprise me." I said with a smile as the waiter came back.
"Êtes-vous prêt à passer commande?" The waiter said. Are you ready to order?
"Oui, nous prendrons deux salads grillés de poulet, et les deux eaux à la boisson. Avec de la glace si vous plait." Randy said as he handed the menus over to the waiter. Yes, we'll take two grilled chicken salads, and two waters to drink. With ice please.
"Cela être droit vers le haut monsieur." The waiter said before he walked off. That will be right up sir.
"So I'm assuming that you've never been to France before." Randy said to me.
"Nope. Although I have to say I've always wanted to. It seems like a fun place." I responded.
"It is." Randy said with a hint of a smile.
"So is Hunter going to be upset to hear that you're stuck in France, not to mention with me?" I asked him. Maybe now would be a good time to figure him out.
"Hunter isn't the boss of me." He replied with a bit of defiance.
"It sure seems that way sometimes." I said. It was the truth. No one has any clue what Randy, or Dave for that matter, was like because they were always around Hunter. His little croonies.
"Well it's not. I can do what I want, when I want." Randy said, getting a bit angry.
"Chill out. I just want to know why you always act like you're a cocky badass who is better than everyone else. I know you're not Randy. You haven't really acted that way since we've been here." I responded.
"Maybe there's a reason why I'm acting that way." Randy scoffed.
"And what would that be?" I asked. What is up his ass?
"Vous voulez savoir pourquoi j'agis de cette façon? Elle est parce que vous êtes beau, Trish. Mais vous ne pouvez pas savoir cela. Personne ne peuvent. Si le chasseur découvert, il aurait mon âne. Et si vous découvriez, bien je vais sûr que tous que vous êtes de petits amis ne soyez pas trop heureux à son sujet. Ouais je n'ai pas que grand une réputation, mais moi ne suis pas ce genre de type. Dune profonde je ne suis pas le type que vous pensez que je suis. Je vous veux Trish, et je ne puis pas vous dire parce que je vous protège." Randy said as he looked at me. What the heck was he saying? I knew I should have learned French when I was growing up! But no...! You want to know why I act this way? It's because you're beautiful, Trish. But you can't know that. No one can. If Hunter found out, he'd have my ass. And if you found out, well I'm sure all you're little friends wouldn't be too happy about it. Yeah I don't have that great a reputation, but I'm not that kind of guy. Deep down I'm not the guy you think I am. I want you Trish, and I can't tell you because I'm protecting you.
"What the heck was all that about?" I asked him, baffled.
"Just forget it." He mumbled. A second later the waiter came back with two salads. We both started to eat our food in silence. A few minutes later the waiter came back with the bill.
"Prenez bien soin de la jolie dame, monsieur. Vous ne voulez pas perdre quelqu'un comme elle." The waiter said as he set the bill down on the table. Take good care of the pretty lady, sir. You don't want to lose someone like her.
"Si seulement elle était la mienne." Randy replied as he started to take out his wallet. Not knowing French was really starting to bug me. I want to know what the heck he is saying! If only she was mine.
"Here, Randy let me pay for it." I said as I took out my purse and pulled out a credit card.
"Je serai en arrière dans un moment." The waiter said as he took my credit card and the bill. A minute or so later he came back with my credit card, which I put back away in my purse. I'll be back in one moment.
"It's only 7 here. You want to go walk around for a while and see what's here?" Randy asked as he stood up from the table.
"Sure." I responded as I stood up and we headed out the door. When we got out, the majority of the street was crowded with people. There was some sort of a parade going on. "What's going on?" I asked Randy.
"I dunno, I'll ask someone." He said as he turned to the person nearest to him. "Excusez-moi, Mlle. Mais que continue?" He asked. Excuse me, Miss. But what is going on?
"C'est le festival de l'amour! Avez-vous quelqu'un à aimer?" The girl said as she seductively ran a finger down his chest. It's the festival of love! Do you have someone to love?
"Let's get out of here." Randy said as he turned away from the girl and looked at me. "We can go shopping tomorrow if you want."
"That's fine with me." I said as I shrugged.
"Here, take my hand." Randy said as he held out his hand to me.
"Why? Are you trying to hit on me?" I asked with a silly grin on my face.
"Like I would hit on you." Randy said "We'll get lost in the crowd. I doubt you know the way back to the hotel."
"Fine." I said in a huff as I took his hand. Maybe it was just me, but as soon as I took his hand I felt electricity shoot through my body. You know that feeling you get, and it almost makes you weak at the knees? That's it. But why? This is Randy Orton here, he is not Mr. Right. Randy was leading me through the crowd back to the hotel when we suddenly stopped. "What is it?" I asked him as I noticed a large man who had stopped Randy and was babbling at him.
"Regardez ce couple! Mon, mes, ne sont pas ils bon regarder ensemble! Au cas où ils être dans le défilé?" The man said as the crowd around us broke out in cheers. Look at this couple! My, my, aren't they good looking together! Should they be in the parade?
"Non, si vous plait monsieur. Nous devons obtenir de nouveau à notre hôtel." Randy responded. And if I didn't know any better I caught a hint of a blush on Randy's face. No, please sir. We need to be getting back to our hotel.
"Non-sens! Venez de cette façon! faisons venir à la jolie femme de cette façon, et vous le bien regardant l'homme devriez venir avec moi!" The man said as he started to drag Randy away from me as someone else grabbed me. Nonsense! Come this way! Let's have the pretty woman come this way, and you good looking man should come with me!
"Randy! What is going on! Don't let them take me!" I shouted as I tried to pull away from the man, but his grip was too tight on me and I was dragged away from Randy.
"Don't worry Trish! As soon as I get away from these douches I'll come get you!" Randy yelled before he went out of my site. Before he was gone I could tell he was trying to fight the man off, but to no avail. One of his buddies came and helped him with Randy. This situation is just lovely. I'm stuck in a country where I don't speak the language, the only person I know was dragged away from me, and some strangers pulled me away and now I find myself in the middle of some parade. This is just lovely. "What the heck do you want with me?" I said loudly. Who I was saying it to was a good question. I just hoped that someone, anyone, could understand me.