Chapter 8 – Someone To Watch Over Me
Randy quietly sat still in his chair as his gaze remained focused never once moving or faltering for even a second. It was as though all his other senses had been cut off as he was unaware of what was going on around him. His attention was on a certain table on the other side of the room to which he was in. He stared at her in pure amazement her beauty as she just simply sat running a hand through her blonde hair and smiling at something the woman next to her had said. She looked so lost and quiet yet she seemed to fit in perfectly. Randy remained looking at her he had been sat like that for nearly an hour as he didn't want to miss anything.
"So you on target for the bet?" AJ asked looking over at Randy.
Randy didn't move as he continued looking at Trish.
"Randy hello," AJ waved a hand in front of his face.
Randy's head snapped round to the direction AJ was sat, "huh?"
AJ laughed as he shook his head, "have you been listening at all?"
"To what?" Randy asked.
AJ sighed and rolled his eyes, "why do I bother, I was talking about the bet are you on target for the bet?"
"Erm yeah I guess," Randy looked back round at Trish who was sat drinking another glass of champagne.
"You're chickening out aren't you?" AJ asked as he nodded to himself.
"No of course not don't be stupid," Randy shrugged the comment off.
"Whatever," AJ just nodded as he drank his Jack Daniels.
"Don't whatever me I guarantee she will be in my bed tonight," Randy said then suddenly stood up, "I'll be back in a minute."
"Where you going?" AJ asked.
Randy didn't reply as he continued walking over to where the table with Trish on was. He was focused on one thing to get her back as this was going to be his only ever chance if he was to win her over and have any type of chance with the bet.
Randy stopped as he felt someone grab his arm he turned to see a tall blonde woman stood with a slight scowl on her face. Randy sighed as he turned to face her.
"What?"
The woman folded her arms over her midsection and narrowed her eyes, "well let me see where do I begin, oh that's right how about I start with telling you how I waited for five days for you to call me," she said her lips pressed together.
"I never said I'd call you," Randy shook his head.
"Yes you did…anyway so I waited but nothing so I called the phone company and they said my phone was fine, so I figured I'd missed your call or maybe you'd tried my cell but no," she continued.
"Stacy is there a point to this I was on my way to somewhere," Randy rolled his eyes.
"So then I began to worry that maybe something had happened to you like that TV show Lost," Stacy continued.
"I haven't even been out of the city," Randy raised his eyebrows.
"Well I've spent the last five days trying to track you down," she sighed.
"Stacy the point!" Randy said annoyed.
Stacy put her hands on her hips, "why aren't I your date for this evening? You told me you were bringing me!"
"I never said that anyway even if I did," Randy shrugged, "were not married I can change my mind."
"You better have a good reason for not bringing me!" she demanded.
"I asked someone else," Randy shrugged.
Her eyes went wider as she breathed in, "what!"
"I said…I…asked…someone…else…has all that peroxide gone to your head or something?" Randy shrugged nonchalantly.
"Are you trying to be funny?" she asked her arms folded.
"No…do you think I'm funny?" Randy scrunched up his nose.
"I can't believe you sometimes," she yelled.
"I don't know why your so bent out of shape about this it's not like were dating or anything," Randy shrugged.
"Don't bother calling me for at least a week!" Stacy shouted.
Stacy huffed loudly as she turned on her heel and walked away more like stomped away. Randy shook his head confused he wasn't even sure why Stacy was at the party he hadn't invited her. Stacy was what Randy called a friend with benefits he had no intentions of taking any further as Stacy wasn't exactly the type of girl you'd bring home to meet your parents. His mind went back to Trish as he looked back round at the table she had been sat on ten minutes previous to see her missing.
Jason picked up the glass of water he'd just poured and sat back down next to Victoria handing it over to her, "how you feeling?" he asked.
"The woman tried to kill me…how do you think I feel!" Victoria said sharply as she sipped the water which felt nice as it soothed her sore throat..
Jason stood up and rubbed her back soothingly, "just relax okay, I'm sure it was an accident I know my mother and I know she wouldn't do that."
"Oh really care to explain it then, coz I'm all out of ideas!" she yelled again.
Jason sighed as he sat on the bed next to his wife who was currently sat in a hospital bed after narrowingly escaping death hours earlier. Jason was all out of ideas as he wasn't sure what to do now. He'd spoken to his mother who was adamant she forgot about the onions. Jason wanted to believe her he did believe her she was after all his mother but Victoria was his wife.
"I'll call my dad tomorrow and get him to talk to her I promise," he smiled.
"I just…" Victoria sighed as tears came to her eyes, "why doesn't she like me, I'm a nice person," she said as tears fell.
"You don't have to tell me I married you didn't I," he smiled as he wiped her tears away.
"I can't go back to the apartment," Victoria said quietly.
"Why?" Jason looked shocked.
"I can't be near her, I just can't," she cried.
"Please baby I need you there," Jason tried to persuade her.
Victoria shook her head, "she goes or I do."
Victoria then laid back in the bed and closed her eyes as Jason lay next to her. He loved his mother and he loved his wife more than anything but one was going to have to go. He was going to have to make a sacrifice but which one. He just prayed he'd be able to sort it all out before that choice was going to have to be made.
Amy was silent as she walked into the back of the restaurant in search of somebody. She couldn't fine her anywhere until she happened to see Eric's office room door wide open. Confused she walked over and saw the person she had been looking for sat at his desk on his computer.
"You'll get into trouble for that you know," Amy said.
"He'll never know," Mickie shrugged.
Amy shrugged as she walked closer and positioned herself on the edge of the desk. She was quiet for a few seconds then spoke.
"So you know what just came to me?"
"No," Mickie didn't look up as she read the computer screen.
"That Jeff is kinda cute don't you think," Amy said.
"Hardy?" Mickie said as she still didn't look up.
"Do you know any other Jeff's?"
"Well…erm…" Mickie was quiet as she furrowed her brow, "no I don't think so although I might have had a teacher in high school…"
"Mickie!" Amy said loudly.
Mickie looked up at the redhead, "no I don't know any other Jeff's."
"So what do you think then?" Amy asked.
"About what?" Mickie seemed confused.
"About Jeff?" Amy rolled her eyes.
"You like Jeff? That's great although it could get messy with him being Matt's brother and all," Mickie nodded.
"I don't like Jeff!" Amy said suddenly.
"Then what are you talking about him for?" Mickie asked.
"I was just saying he is kinda cute don't you think," Amy nudged her.
"I guess so," Micke shrugged as she turned her attention back to the computer screen.
"So..." Amy said.
"What?" Mickie looked confused.
"Oh my god forget it," Amy sighed knowing this was going to be harder then she first thought, "what are you doing anyway?" she asked running her hands through her hair.
"Oh I'm on an online dating website," Mickie grinned as she pushed back from the desk..
Amy looked extremely confused, "come again."
"Online dating its great theirs some pretty hot guys on this," Mickie grinned as she stood up and walked past Amy.
"Mickie you don't need online dating just open your eyes," Amy sighed as she shook her head.
"It's great I get to see the guys before I decide," she shrugged.
"You don't need it," Amy sighed.
"It's not just for me," Mickie grinned.
"What do you mean who else is it for?" Amy asked suspicious as she stood up.
"You," Mickie smiled.
"What!" Amy yelled.
"I just signed you up too," Mickie grinned as she walked away.
Amy stood there more than confused as she sighed loudly then walked out the room quickly after Mickie.
"Tell me you're joking!"
Randy was still sat at his table with AJ and Chris who'd joined them about an hour ago. Randy hadn't said much as the other two men continued to talk. He was still focused on finding Trish he hadn't seen her since she was with Stephanie. Looking at his watch he noticed it was nearly twelve am. He hadn't seen Trish for three hours; some date this was he sighed. He needed to find her is he was going get the bet done at all.
"You should talk to my brother he and his wife went through counseling and they worked out fine," AJ said nodding then looked up, "what was the name of the Dr."
"Who's having counseling?" Randy asked catching the end of the conversation.
Both Chris and AJ looked at him with furrowed brows as he sat confused.
"What?" Randy said.
"Don't you listen to anything?" AJ asked.
"Yeah of course I do so who's having counseling?" Randy asked again.
"Me and Steph," Chris sighed.
"Really…you never told me," Randy said confused.
"Yeah I did at Hockey," Chris said his eyebrows raised.
"Oh right," Randy nodded, "I don't remember."
"Don't bother if your not blonde with a vagina he's not interested," AJ said looking at Chris who noddded.
"Very funny…you haven't seen her have you?" Randy asked.
"Nope but I'll have my five hundred in one dollar bills please," AJ smiled.
"Yeah well I'd have had a better chance if your wife hadn't have dragged her away," Randy sighed as he looked at Chris.
"Hey don't yell at me it's not my fault you can't get the job done properly is it," Chris laughed
"Oh I can do it I just can't find her!" Randy said frustrated.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that her over there dancing with your father?" Chris pointed over Randy's shoulder.
Randy's head snapped round as he jumped up from the table and walked away quickly as AJ and Chris rolled their eyes and continued to talk about AJ's brother.
Over on the other side of the room on the dance floor Randy ran through the crowd as he looked for Trish. Suddenly as though a beam of light hit him he spotted her indeed dancing with his father. Randy made his way over to the pair.
"Trish?" Randy said loudly over the music.
Trish looked round slowly at him and smiled widely as she put her arms around him, "you came to dance with me."
Randy pulled back and looked at her, "you're drunk."
"No I just had a few," Trish hiccupped.
"Yeah I believe you," Randy nodded as he held her up in his arms, "come on lets go sit down."
"Spoil sport," Trish mumbled as she staggard after Randy.
Randy laughed as he hooked his arm round her waist and put her arm over his head. Considering she had a tiny frame she was certainly a dead weight at the moment. He then continued to walk with her off the dance floor and back to the table. AJ and Chris both sat watching as he managed to sit her down.
"There you okay," Randy huffed as he stood up.
"Isn't he the perfect gentlemen?" Trish smiled as she looked at Chris and AJ.
"Okay she's definitely had waaaayyy too much to drink," Chris laughed.
"Let's dance," Trish said as she tried to stand up but fell into his arms.
"Maybe not how about I take you home instead," Randy smiled as he looked at AJ and Chris.
"Okay," Trish smiled cheerfully.
Randy hooked his arm round her as he helped her to balance then he looked over at AJ and smirked, "see you tomorrow and don't forget my money," he then walked away.
Ten minutes later Randy gently placed a sleepy Trish into his car and fastened her in closing the door. He then went to the driver's side and started the engine. The drive home felt longer than the one there as he was constantly looking over to make sure she was okay. Every few minutes she would mumble something that would make him smile, even drunk she looked beautiful.
Finally he pulled up outside her building and stopped the car looking over at her she was still sat with her eyes closed. He quietly got out the car and went round to her side and opened the door.
"Trish, hey wake up," he nudged her shoulder.
Suddenly Trish opened her eyes and sat up, "I feel sick."
"What?" Randy said surprised.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," she mumbled.
"Oh shit…just wait a few seconds so I can get you out…"
Randy didn't finish his sentence as suddenly Trish leaned forward and threw up all over his interior. Randy almost cried as he looked at his puke stained car.
"I feel better," Trish smiled.
"I bet you do," he sighed as he lifted her out the car.
Randy held his upset back as he helped her out the car and lifted her up into his arms and carried her inside the building. Finally as he felt like his legs were going to give way he made it to her apartment. He put her back down as she was standing on her own she then groggily opened the door and stumbled inside. Randy following close behind shutting the door behind him.
Trish stopped and turned to face Randy, "you have nice eyes," Trish smiled as she leaned up and kissed him.
Trish then stepped back and grabbed his hand and began to walk away towards her bedroom. She stopped in the doorway and turned to face him again and kissed him again running her hands up his shirt.
Randy kissed her back for a few seconds then pulled back and looked at her he wasn't sure what he was doing put he pushed her away immediately, "Trish I don't think that's a good idea."
"Do you think I'm ugly?" she asked hurt.
"What no of course not it's just…" he was quiet as he though about what to say, "your really drunk and you'll regret it tomorrow and I don't want that," he smiled at her, "and plus you erm you smell like puke," he shrugged.
"You don't want me," she said as she leaned closer to him.
"Yes I do more than anything but not now…I can't," he sighed as he stroked the hair out of her eyes.
Trish groaned as she lay her head onto his chest and closed her eyes this was a bad night and it was only going to get worse.
An hour later Trish groaned again as she once again emptied her stomach into the toilet she was currently sat opposite. Finishing for what had to be the final time as she had nothing left inside her she sat back against the hard cold wall of the bathroom tiles and closed her eyes.
"Here," a soft voice said.
She opened her eyes to see Randy holding out a glass of water. Taking it she sipped it slightly and gave it him back, "thanks."
"How you feeling?" he asked.
"Like shit," she mumbled.
"How much did you have to drink?" he laughed.
"Shut up," she mumbled as she tried to stand.
Randy laughed as he put his arm under her and helped her stand up. Trish had spent the last hour puking non stop and Randy had spent it holding back her hair and getting water.
"You can go if you want you don't have to stay," Trish mumbled.
"No I want to," Randy replied.
Slowly Trish stumbled back into her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed closing her eyes and drifting to sleep as Randy stood watching her. He then silently sat down with his back against the bed and sighed. This wasn't the sleeping with her he had envisioned but somehow he didn't mind.
An hour later he re-opened his eyes and looked round the clock read two fifty am. He yawned as he stretched his back which was aching. Getting to a standing position he stretched as his back bones cracked.
He knew he was too tired to drive home and plus he couldn't as his car was not a nice place to go right now. He sighed as he remembered his car, his beautiful baby. Unbuttoning his collar and cuffs he walked into the living room and lay down onto the sofa and closed his eyes. Although he hadn't slept with Trish even though he'd had the perfect opportunity he didn't seem to mind. He knew there was something about the woman that fascinated him and he was going to do everything he could to make her his.
A/N: So another chapter already i'm on a roll lol. So what's going to happen next with them will Trish change her mind about Randy, well you'll see.
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