Neither Roxy or Randy were late up on Thursday because they had to travel to New York. Randy planned on making this day as special as possible and as unsuspecting as possible for Roxy. She had no idea - or at least she wasn't letting on that she had no idea - about the engagement.

It was now only a little over two weeks until Christmas day and although excited at the prospect of their families meeting for the first time, both Roxy and Randy were a little nervous about it. They knew that their love for each other would never change but it would be less of a hindrance if their parents got along together.

Being lead by a jobs-worth backstage at the MTV studios, Randy and Roxy swung each others arms, their hands intertwined with each others.

"Here is your dressing room. I'll send wardrobe a long in a few minutes." the young woman spoke, clutching her clip board almost for dear life and her head set firmly around her head.

"No, it's fine really, I thought I was going to be wearing what I am?" Roxy asked.

"Oh, right. Well, hair and make up will be along soon to sort you out."

Roxy knew what she would have like to have said to her at that minute...'Do you think I'm incapable of putting fucking make up on?' However, against her better judgement, she knew the woman was just doing her job.

"Ok." she sighed, shaking her head as the girl left the room.

"You look great how you are...tell them to piss off." Randy encouraged.

"No, coz you'll know what will happen, it'll be all in the papers how I acted like a diva or a drama queen and so on. I can't be dealing with that crap!"

"You've got to admit, some people are asking for it though." Randy said, taking a sip of water that he obtained from the water cooler.

"Definitely!" Roxy semi laughed.

A knock came at the door.

"Guess that's Hollywood!" Roxy sarcastically stated, opening the door.

"Roxanna Richards?" the man at the door spoke.

"Yeah, that's me."

"I'm Dave, your make up and hair stylist...looks like we don't have a lot of work to do." he frowned. Roxy was already 'made up'. Her natural choice in make up making her look radiant and summer like although the December month was present. Her clear complexion didn't need too much work to it.

"Yep, sorry, I'm a bit fussy. I don't like anyone doing that for me." she smiled politely.

"Oh, yes, I'd better go and see if Lisa Scott Lee is ready!" Dave hastily retreated.

"Who the hell is Lisa Scott Lee?" Roxy raised her eyebrows, shutting the door.

"God knows. MTV is kinda shallow, has anyone resembling a celebrity on it..."

"Oi, cheeky!" Roxy yelled, playfully slapping Randy across the arm.

"I didn't mean you..."

"I know you didn't, the whole so called world of celebrity is pathetic. She's probably just another one of these wanna be musicians who are in some lame reality TV show!"

"Some people will do anything to get on TV." Randy replied, bringing Roxy closer for the embrace and smooching her neck.

"Five minutes Roxanna!" a voice called.

"Well, see ya soon, better go and act nice for the cameras!" Roxy quipped, making her way out to the studio.

"And tonight's guest is a woman who doesn't give a damn, keeps the WWE in order and is pretty good looking to top it all off. Please Welcome Raw's General Manager Roxanna Richards!" the host, Emma, smiled.

The studio cheered as Roxy grabbed a microphone and greeted Emma.

"Who wrote my introduction?" Roxy asked semi laughing.

"Someone in the production team..."

"Just sounds like something Chris Jericho would say on the Highlight Reel!"

"How has everything been going for you over the past few weeks?" Emma began.

"I know what you're going to ask me about..."

"It was all over the papers about how you and your co-workers were involved in a fight at the club Enigmatic. Care to elaborate?"

"Not really but I guess you leave me no choice! We were in the club, enjoying ourselves, we got into an argument with a bloke at the bar, he punched Randy, end of story."

"How is Randy's eye, let's get a picture of it?"

"He's doing well, thanks, yeah, it's all healing good there isn't too much wrong with him."

"Another thing that has been on everyone's minds is the WWE's Christmas song with is due for release on Monday...what's so funny?" Emma confusedly asked as Roxy started laughing.

"Have you heard it...it's so bad, it's funny!"

"Did you sing it in?"

"No, hell no, I was just there to raise some much needed morale...basically I stood there thanking my lucky stars that I had nothing to do with the record!"

"Shall we hear a clip of it?" Emma quizzed.

"Make sure everyone here covers their ears, they'll be in for a nasty shock otherwise!"

Playing some of the track, Roxy and Randy - who was still backstage - couldn't stop their laughter. Hearing their workmates attempting to sing a crappy Christmas song was too much for them. As Emma tried to contain her composure, members of the audience began to crack up when Kurt Angle and JBL started to sing...

"Wow, that's, ummm, original..." Emma attempted.

"It's appalling, how Vince expects to get a number one with that is beyond me!"

"The video's not too bad though."

"A little better than the song."

"Are you sure Vince won't mind you bashing his song, his pride and joy?" Emma asked.

"Nah, I think he's come to expect it!"

"Ah, of course, you're his Princess at the minute, so to speak? Are you doing anything this Christmas that's remotely special?"

"Well, I dunno how special it is but mine and Randy's parents are meeting each other for the first time..."

"There is still a lot of buzz about the two of you, you're a very nice looking couple." Emma stated.

"Thank you."

"Have you ever seen the MTV show 'I want a famous face'?"

"No, why, should I have done?"

"Probably not, but on Christmas Eve there is to be a couple's special and guess who they want to look like?"

"Let me guess..." Roxy said flatly.

"Let's go to a clip." Emma encouraged.

The scene started off with a brunette, fairly petite girl stood looking at herself in the mirror. She was clutching her breasts and sighing. Her name was Chloe...

"Roxy has a good chest...she's not overly big and she's well in proportion. I used to be a red head, but to look more like Roxy, I dyed my hair. It suits me a lot more. I want to get breast implants to boost my size up to a 32DD in British sizes and also I want to fix my nose because I've never been happy with my nose. I broke it when I was ten, when I was playing volley ball. I love Roxy's sense of style, everything about her is perfect. She is what a real woman should be. Some people have compared us in terms of personality but I want to look more like her too."

"What do you think looking at something like that?" Emma asked.

"I guess the word shocked springs to mind...I don't consider myself to be that attractive or to be that beautiful..."

The males and some of the females in attendance booed. Randy was also a little taken back. To him, she was perfect.

"It's strange how far people will go in an attempt to look like someone. That's what always amazes me. I can understand the nose job if she is really insecure about that because of her past or something but she has a great figure. I don't know where she got the whole boob size thing coz I'm not that big! She's beautiful as herself, she doesn't need to be the reflection of someone to be attractive."

"Ok, here's a picture of her boyfriend, Brandon, who wants to look like Randy..."

"He looks like Randy anyway, a little." Roxy said.

"He's getting his eyes re-shaped as well as the tattoos and he's working out at the gym."

'Better not tell them about my tattoo...' Roxy mused to herself.

"Every person must follow their inclination. That's all I've got to say about that." Roxy added. "However, stuff like that should be used in moderation; I know some people have really bad esteem issues with themselves and if they have been in an accident or something, I can clearly understand it."

"Ok, moving on, Lisa Scott Lee is our next guest..."

"Who's that coz me and Randy were trying to discuss it in the back, we've never heard of her..."

"She used to be in British pop band called Steps."

"Who?"

"I take it you didn't used to follow the mainstream?"

"No, while girls of my age were listening to the Spice Girls, I was listening to Iggy Pop, Black Sabbath and the Pixies!"

"Ok, er well, now she is once again trying to make it as a solo artist and the next series of her reality TV show 'Totally Scott Lee' will be aired soon. Thank you for joining us Roxanna, you've been a great guest."

As Roxy made her way to the back, she sighed gratefully to herself that that sorry excuse of an interview was over. Roxy made her way back to her dressing room where Randy was waiting for her.

"Well that was a waste of a Thursday evening!" Roxy exclaimed, slightly annoyed.

"It was, ummm, interesting."

"You kidding me? They were more bothered about that person who would be on next...I'm calm!" Roxy told herself.

"C'mon, lets go for a walk." Randy stated, feeling into his pocket to make sure that his very important box was still there.

"It seems like decades ago since we walked down this road." Roxy murmured, clasping Randy's hand tightly as they walked down the usually busy streets of New York. They were near the sector where Roxy's old flat was.

"Have you heard anything from the Estate Agents yet about it?" Randy questioned.

"No but I'm planning on letting Lily and Porn buy it, you know, for whenever they come over to America."

"Cool. Come on, we'll be late." Randy urged.

"Late for what?"

"Maurizio's - I booked the table for nine, it won't take too long to get there."

"Do you think that Emma woman was speaking out of her arse when she said we were a good looking couple?" Roxy questioned after finishing her meal.

"No, not at all, why do you think she was?"

"It just seems weird." Roxy shrugged."

"What about the whole attractive thing, you know, you said about yourself?" Randy questioned.

"I, ummm, did mean it."

"I know you did, and that bothers me. Why Rox? Don't you see how alluring you are?" Randy asked sincerely, pushing his plate aside reaching for her hand.

"No, I don't, really."

"Have you always thought like that or did Gavin ever say anything?"

"No, I've always felt like that. When I was a toddler, my Mum made me do this whole child modelling thing."

"Really? I never knew that."

"Oh yeah. In fact, my first consultation was on my second birthday."

"When and why did you stop?"

"I was seven - they told me I was too fat. That kind of thing, when you are that age, does tend to make you insecure about your looks. They told me that I needed to loose weight off my cheeks.""

"What? You? Fat?" Randy laughed in shock.

"Apparently so. I remember distinctively telling them to fuck off!"

"What kind of clothes did you model?"

"Any by anyone - I never like it. I only went coz my Mum made me - you know, stuff that you had to do."

"I'm surprised that you didn't swear during that interview earlier." Randy said "After all, the questions were a little more than pathetic!"

"I was trying so hard not to say bollocks through out the whole thing! Yeah, it was difficult."

"Come on, lets get back to the hotel." Randy decided, reaching for his wallet.

"Ok, just give me a minute." Roxy added, walking to the ladies, oblivious to the fact she would be the soon to be Mrs Orton in a little over an hour.

Randy himself was getting a little stressed about the situation. He didn't realise something so natural would seem so agonising! Yet, he was determined to do it before Chris or someone blabbed it to Roxy.

"Glad to be back at the hotel." Roxy sighed, unlocking the door.

"Me too - playing celebrity does get rather boring."

"I'll be so glad when Christmas gets here - finally a break from work and from Vince's niceness."

"He still bothering you?"

"Yeah, he sent me a text earlier saying great job on MTV. All I want to know is, what show was he watching?" Roxy laughed, taking off her gloves and placing her jacket on a hanger. "Red roses - angel you shouldn't have!" Roxy smiled, sniffing the roses.

"I wanted to as a little thank you over the past week while I've been a little less than helpful."

"They're beautiful - thank you." Roxy kissed Randy on the cheek. Randy couldn't help but smirk. Every time she touched him, he felt euphoric inside. A feeling that he hoped she felt too.

"I want you to come outside for a few minutes." Randy said, ushering Roxy to the balcony of their hotel room.

"Telescope?" She puzzled.

"Yeah. There is something I want you to see. Look through the lens, the star in the middle of the focus. You see it?"

"Uh hu."

"That is your star, named after you for you. That is the star of Roxanna Richards!"

"Really! Whoa, it's so pretty!" Roxy grinned as Randy handed her the official certificate.

He soon took it off her and put it on the inside table of their hotel room. Feeling for the box in his pocket, Randy prayed to God he wouldn't mess the next part up. He took her right hand in his and knelt down before her.

"Rox, sweetie, first of all I would like to say thank you. You have brought me more happiness and pride than I have ever felt with anyone I have ever been with. You are my heart, soul and everything that I live for and I thank God that you and I were brought together. To me, you are heaven, hell and everything in between. You are the image of perfection. You are the light of my life and I know that no one else could ever replace you..."

Roxy knew exactly where this was heading. She pressed her lips together as a smile crept across her face.

"I know we have had good times and we've sure as hell had bad times. But I believe that the best are still to come."

Roxy felt her cheeks burning up. She was extremely flattered - yet a little embarrassed - that someone was saying this to her. Randy un-entwined his hand from Roxy's as he opened the little blue box.

"Roxy, will you do me the honour and privilege of becoming my wife?" Randy asked, smiling brightly at her.

Roxy stood and stared at him in shock. Was he being serious? Did he really just reveal the cheesiest lines any guy could ever say to their girl? Yet, she had to admit, she kind of liked it! Randy waited for an answer as he slid the heart shaped, white gold ring over Roxy's finger.

"Fucking hell!" Roxy gasped, her face full of surprise. She recognised the ring from Australia and Randy knew instantly that she was delighted. She inhaled deeply, looking out over the skies of New York. She glanced at the ring, then at Randy.

"Rox, darling, what are you thinking, baby?" he whispered, cuddling her midriff from behind, holding her tenderly.

"I think...I think we've got a wedding to plan!" Roxy beamed, her hand sliding over Randy's not so swollen cheek and kissing him passionately on the lips, their tongues connecting.

After all, how could she say no after a proposal like that?

Next time... It's Christmas day but what will Randy and Roxy's parents make of each other? Will they approve of their engagement? Check back soon!
Sorry if anyone got offended by the whole cosmetic part of this with the boob implants and everything.