"Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect"

-Simple Plan, Perfect

"And last for the Classics Club, Riley Smith" The principal called out during the awards ceremony as Randy looked on from his seat next to Mr. Santiago. The men where by no means friends, but they weren't enemies either. Neither man trusted the other with Riley, nor did Riley love both of them to the point where it could kill her.

"How many freaking clubs was she in?" Randy muttered to himself as Riley sat down for about the eighteenth time.

"A lot. And most of them, her and Madison damn well ran" Mr. Santiago replied bouncing Adriana on his knee. Randy looked at the child and then looked up at Antonio. Rolling his eyes, he held out his hands for the child. The baby leaned towards him and Antonio glanced at him. "Drop her and die" He muttered handing over the child

Randy grinned and bounced the baby on his knee. He was suddenly smacked in the arm by Santiago.

"What!" He screamed/whispered

"Riley's parents" Santiago whispered, pointing to the entrance of the church where they were sneaking in

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding me" Randy muttered to himself keeping an eye on his girlfriend.

"How bad is she gonna freak?" Santiago asked him

"Pretty bad. Considering I never met her parents"

"Good luck, they hate me, and I educate her."

"The educate should have been in quotation marks" Randy replied

"Huh? Oh that's wrong man" Santiago said taking the baby back as the ceremony ended and Riley came bouncing towards them. Randy held his hands out and grabbed her as she flew into his arms. Giving her a quick kiss he turned her towards Santiago and watched as she hugged him and the baby. Santiago and Randy exchanged glances over Riley's head as she posed for pictures.

Randy sighed and pulled Riley towards him. "Uh Ri…Babe your" Randy was suddenly cut off by someone grabbing Riley away from him. Riley's mother.

"Mom!" Riley exclaimed not happy in the least as her mother kissed her cheek. "Daddy" she smiled fakely kissing her dad. Stepping back she prayed that she would somehow find herself in her boyfriend's arms. She wasn't disappointed as Randy's fingers closed around her waist and held her firmly in front of him.

"Congratulations honey!" Her mother exclaimed and Riley winced.

"Agreed! We are proud of you, C'mon we have so much catching up to do" Her father said not noticing Riley trying to get as close to Randy as humanly possible. Randy dropped a kiss on Riley's head hoping to get her to calm down. It felt as though she was going to bounce away at any second.

"Dinner!" Riley's mother announced and grabbed Riley's hand pulling her away from Randy. Riley resisted and Randy gently yanked her back. Holding his girlfriend in place with one hand on her waist he held out his other hand to Riley's dad. "Randy Orton" He said.

"What does that matter to me?" Riley's father asked him

Randy chuckled. He didn't like this man for a number of reasons. First and foremost he agreed with everything his wife said. And this included the verbal abuse on Riley. Secondly, how on earth do you let your child live on her own in the middle of New York City from the time she was 16?

"It should matter to you, but it probably doesn't" Randy said glancing at Ms.Smith. She had a look on her face that said that she knew exactly why it mattered who he was and it was clear that she didn't approve.

"Well?" Mr. Smith said awaiting Randy's answer. Randy held his gaze for a moment allowing his girlfriend's father to size him up. He had changed from his blue shit and black slacks into a light gray suit with a pink shirt that matched Riley's outfit and gray tie. He looked like the person they would want their daughter to be with. Except for his age and clearly they knew that he wrestled for a living. How could they not? Riley was obsessed with wrestling from childhood.

Randy kissed Riley on the neck, thoroughly enjoying this moment. Riley closed her eyes, not wanting to see the look on her father's face. Granted all they did was throw money at her, but he was still her father.

"I'm Riley's boyfriend" Randy stated

Mr. Smith blinked in acknowledgment, wanting to interrogate the hell out of both his daughter and this boy, but knew it was not the right time.

"Ok. Let's go home" Mr. Smith said

"Fine. Riley's apartment" Randy said.

"Agreed" Mr. Smith said as the four people walked out of the church and into the parking lot.

Riley moved towards Randy and her's car and was stopped by her father. "Riley come with us" Riley paused for a second and looked up at Randy. She saw in his eyes that he wanted her in his car, with him, always. But that was her father. She blinked and called back over. "I'll see you at the apartment dad" Riley said and jumped into her car. She needed to talk to Randy anyway. She could see a full blown battle with her parents coming up and if anyone thought the shit with john was tough, they hadn't seen anything yet.

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Randy shut the door behind Riley's mother after she had entered the apartment. Soon after they had started dating, Riley had moved into her apartment fulltime as Randy was known to make spur of the moment trips to the city. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had never seen the apartment that they had funded due to the fact that quite frankly they didn't know it existed. Randy had started putting in half the rent and such when most of his stuff began to stay in New York rather then St. Louis.

"Have a seat" Riley said leading them into the living room. Her father settled into a leather recliner while her mother sat pristinely on a section of the love seat. Riley observed them for a minute while reaching down and sliding off her heels. "I need to change" she said and turned and walked out. Randy nodded at other people in the room and followed her.

He walked into the bedroom and chuckled. Riley had tossed her skirt over a lamp shade and was hopping around trying to get into a pair of black jeans.

"I HATE newly washed jeans" She said looking at him as he chuckled. She suddenly tripped and collapsed on the floor. Sighing she laid back against the floor and groaned. Randy smiled slightly and walked over to her. He pulled her pants up to her thighs and she rose slightly allowing them to pass over her hips. She looked at him and smiled. "I'd be a mess without you, you know" She said

"Then you'll never be a mess again" he grinned and dropped a kiss on her forehead and pulled her up

Riley sighed and turned her back to him where he undid the zipper on the back of her halter. Stepping away from him she walked to her dresser and pulled out a polo. "So my parents are weird"

"And what you think you're special?" Randy answered her slipping into a pair of track pants and a t-shirt

"Randy I'm serious" Riley semi whined searching for a pair of flip flops

"So am I babe" he answered pulling on a pair of sneakers

"Where the hell are my goddamned blue flip flops?" Riley said

"Under the bed" Randy said and turned around. Grabbing Riley by the shoulders he kissed her. "Don't freak"

"Too late"

Randy grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. Suddenly he stopped. "Wait you do realize that your parents sat out in the living room while both of us got dressed in here right?" He said

Riley groaned. "Keep walking Orton" She said and kissed his back

They walked into the living room hand in hand and her parents immodesty stopped talking.

"Sit" her father said

Randy and Riley sat, close together on the couch opposite the love seat.

"I…we…do not approve of this relationship" Riley's father said

"You don't know anything about this relationship" Randy said squeezing Riley's hand as he felt her tense up

"I know my child is young and you are clearly taking advantage of her" Riley's mother answered sharply

"He is not" Riley said coldly, her voice deadly quiet

"Riley" her father began

"No, if I'm so young why the hell did you leave me to live on my own"

"You were not alone, your teachers"

"Educate me from 8 am to 3pm. anything after that is out of the good will of their heart"

"Riley he's…how old are you son?" Riley's father asked. Randy flinched at the son, but answered "24"

"24? Randy you are 18"

"Yes we know this, Riley is 18, she's young, she's impressionable but she's also graduating high school in few weeks, she also applied to college, got in, and is going to live there on her own. Riley is perfectly fine, she's happier then she's been in forever, and oh yea, she does NOT appreciate these once every six months parental checkups." Riley said harshly, on her feet by the end of her tirade.

Her parents sat there in shock, her mother glancing from her daughter to Randy. Randy's eyes were firmly trained on the skyline out the window refusing to interrupt, but knowing he couldn't leave.

"Riley..." her mother began

"No. I'm done. When you want to be actual parents and stick around and do something other then throw money at me and expect me to be a good little girl, then we'll talk. In the mean time, please leave" Riley said her voice calm.

Her parents stood quietly and headed out the door. Once the door clicked shut Randy was on his feet, arms around Riley as she crumbled to the floor.

The perfect daughter had just fallen to pieces, and Randy was the only thing she was holding on to. Weather or not that was a good thing was left to be seen.