Thanks for all your feedback. Sorry this chapter took a week, my computer hasn't let me upload. This chapter is quite angsty. I wrote it on Christmas Day after a family argument so I think I was projecting. Enjoy!


Chapter 6 : Insults, Phone Calls and Regets.


Randy sat in the car in the way home from the airport trying desperately to stay awake. Death at the wheel was not high on his to-do list for his time off.

"Son, when we get back to the house remind me to call your Aunt Teresa – your mother wants to invite her to ours for Christmas." Bob said while yawning widely from Randy's side.

"What?" Randy exclaimed. "Aunt Tessa's coming for Christmas? Why?"

"Your mother thought it would be a good idea," Bob mumbled sleepily.

Randy thought briefly that that maybe his father was joking. After all it was definitely a cunning way to keep Randy awake at the wheel, tease the invite of a despised relative.

"Why? Aunt Tessa's a bitch!" Randy whined, "She shouldn't be with us for Christmas."

"Hey Randy don't get me wrong, I'm with you in this one. I don't particularly want your Aunt here but…"

"The woman's evil!"

"She's not evil. She's just –"

"A cold, uncaring, unfeeling old hag! A pain in the ass of the world!"

Bob chuckled from Randy's right.

"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny."

"You sound like Jennifer." Bob said referring to his sons 'pain in the ass' insult.

"I should do. It's what Jen said when she met Aunt Tessa two years ago."


"What time are you going to your house tomorrow?"

"In the morning probably. I wanna knock those builders into shape. I don't know what those idiots think thier doing but it certainly isn't building work." Randy answered taking another helping of pie.

"Good, show 'em whose boss son. You don't want them thinking they can take any liberties."

"When are you going to see Sam tonight?" Elaine asked.

"I don't know mom, when are you gonna call Aunt Tessa and tell she's uninvited?"

"Randy, Aunt Teresa is coming for Christmas and that's final. Besides, if you avoid another question about your fiancé I'm going to hit you with a pastry dish."

"I'm not avoiding questions about Sam!" Randy lied indignantly.

"Yes you are Randy. I really wish you wouldn't."

Randy sighed not knowing what to say so he just lowered his head.

"Randy, this can't go on. You can't keep treating her like this." Elaine spoke with a mournful tone while looking upon her eldest son's sullen form.

"You think I don't know that!" Randy snapped.

"Randy don't talk at your mother like that!"

"Why the hell not?" Randy said moving out of the room quickly.

"Randy come back here and apologise to your mother immediately!" Bob shouted.

"It's okay Bob. Just let him cool down," Elaine said looking at her other two children who were looking down at the table.

"You can't let him get away with that."

"I just did."


Randy sat gloomily looking out the window of his childhood bedroom. He had been surprised that his father hadn't come up and shouted at him a little more for snapping at his mother. He guessed that as usual she understood what was the matter.

Needing a distraction he rang up Jenni. The phone rang five times before her voice mail came on.

"Hey Jen it's me. I er…I was just wondering about what you were doing and if you got home ok. Er… that was pretty much all I was calling for. I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, bye babe."

Randy hung up and decided to grab the bull by the horns as they say. He called Sam.


"You know baby, I'm really glad you invited me over. I can't wait until our house is finished, then we can spend every second that you're off work together."

Randy rolled his eyes at the very thought of spending all of his time with Sam and tried to ignore the way she referred to his house as their home. But then he reasoned with himself that the fact that she was his fiancé meant that as soon as it was ready it would be her home as well.

"Yeah, it'll be great." Randy forced a smile on his young face and turned to face her. They were sitting in his bedroom of his parents home having a drink and it most certainly wasn't his first. He was about to try and start a conversation with her when his phone rang.

Looking at the caller id he walked out of the room after asking Sam to excuse him.

"Hey Jenni."

"Randy, How are you babes?"

Randy chuckled slightly at the slur in his friend's voice. Evidently he wasn't the only one to have had more than a few drinks tonight.

"I'm good Jen, how're you? Had too much to drink?"

"Moi? Drink? Never…Okay maybe I had a few drinks but don't worry I'm home safe now. I just got back to the flat and heard your voicemail thought I'd give my bestest friend in the world a call, see how your doing. Don't want you getting lonely after all."

"Well I'm all the better for hearing your voice hun–"

Randy cut off when he heard a voice in the background. Someone was in Jenni's apartment and if he recognised that voice properly which he was rather certain that he did he seriously doubted that she had only had a few drinks. However he tried to keep the anger out of his voice when he asked.

"Was that Adam?"

"What?"

"That voice in the background, was it Adam?"

"Oh that, yeah it was him."

"What the hell is he doing there! RAW aren't in New York this week!"

"No I know their not, but he's at the appearance with me. He's gonna stay with me and then fly out to RAW afterwards. Didn't I tell you that?"

"Does it sound as though you told me that?"

"Sorry Randy, I thought I had mentioned it."

Randy was fuming at the nonchalent tone in his friends and tried to control himself before answering but he couldn't help the biting tone that his voice came out in.

"Well obviously Jennifer you didn't! What's that make you then aye? His latest dirty little secret?"

"What the hell is the matter with you? And what the hell gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

"I'll talk to you any way I want to but since we're asking questions, When did you become a slut?"

Randy wanted to scream when she hung up on him but he settled for throwing his phone against an opposite wall. The crash brought Sam out of his room.

"Baby, what happened? You look angry. Are you angry?"

Ignoring the stupidity of what she said he turned to look at her. Anger was coursing through him at Jenni and Adam and he found himself imagining what they had possibly started doing the second that she hung up on him.

He was feeling slightly sick and very angry so he did the only thing he could think of; he forced himself to change the subject. He moved closer to Sam, grabbed her by the hair and forced his lips onto hers.

She responded because this was the most intimate attention he had given her lately since he always seemed to be angry with her. Tonight he was angry with someone else and she was going to take full advantage of that.

He pushed her back through the open doorway and kicked it closed with his foot before moving her forcefully towards the bed. As they collapsed on top of the bed he quickly started stripping her of her clothes while she worked on removing his.

When their clothes were finally gone Randy straddled her and forced her to sit up still kissing her and dragging her by her hair. He made short work of her. It was hard and fast, by no extent of the imagination gentle and loving. But that didn't matter he wasn't trying to show her that he loved her. It wasn't like he was selfish; he made sure that she was satisfied. But that wasn't what he cared about, all he cared about was taking his mind off of Jennifer. In a moment of madness he figured that sex would do that.

It didn't.

Instead she was all he was thinking about. He was wishing that it was her he was with. He kept picturing that it was her he was with. But it wasn't. He was with Sam.

He assumed she was with Adam.


Randy was awoken the next morning by the sound of his sister running down the stairs shouting at Nathan for apparently hanging up on her boyfriend. He vaguely noted to himself that this was the second time this week that he woke up with a hangover. Groaning he got out of bed, careful about not waking Sam in case she wanted a repeat performance, in all honesty he wasn't too sure what had happened that night but from the clothes thrown around the room he could make a guess. He walked to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.

After washing and dressing he made his way downstairs into the kitchen where everyone but Becky was sitting eating breakfast. They greeted him lazily and Randy walked around to the breakfast bar to where his mother was stood.

"Sorry about last night at dinner. I guess I'm just an ass." Randy said kissing her on the cheek.

"Finally he says something that makes sense," Nathan said playfully.

Despite his hangover he felt himself cheer up slightly when his mother smiled at him. He laughed a little to himself while picking up a cup of coffee, "Jenni's right," he thought to himself. "I am a mommys boy."

"Oh shit! Jenni!"

"Bro, why was your cell in pieces?" Nathan asked, gesturing to his phone on the bar, which he must have picked up form the floor, "I put it back together, not sure if it'll work properly though. I haven't been able to check because your battery needs charging."

Randy tensed, not listening to his brother talk about the new cell he wanted to buy, and replayed his conversation with Jenni the previous night in his head.

She called, and Adam was there. Then he flew off the handle and called her a slut.

"Fuck!"

"Randy don't swear like that it's—" Elaine broke off looking at her son. "Are you alright?"

"Where's the phone?" He asked getting up, "I need the phone."

"Your sister's using it," Bob said. "Apparently she doesn't talk to that boy enough as it is."

"Then give me yours." Randy shortly, "I need to call Jen."

"Jennifer, why? Is she ok?"

"Yeah dad she's fine but I need to talk to her."

Bob exchanged a look with Elaine while Nathan picked at his breakfast. Bob then hesitantly took the cell phone from his jacket pocket and passed it to Randy who snatched it quickly.

"There is no need to be rude."

Randy ignored his mother and dialled Jenni's number into the phone.

"Come on, pick up." He said to himself. "Pick up, pick up."

He got her voice mail and angrily hung up the phone without leaving a message.

"Randy what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he insisted.

"Randy come on. Don't lie to me, I'm your mother. What's wrong?"

"I told you there's nothing wrong," he shouted. "God can't you just leave it alone."

Randy stormed out of the room and went to his bedroom. Slamming the door he saw Sam getting dressed.

"Hey baby." She said walking up to him. "Last night was great, but next time don't be so rough. You nearly pulled half my hair out." She kissed him but he didn't respond he just stood rooted on the spot.

Confused as to his lack of interest she pulled back and ran her hands down his chest.

"What's the matter baby? You need me to get you in the mood?"

He stopped her hands and said quietly, "I'm really don't wanna do this right now Sam, maybe you should just leave."

"What?"

"Leave Sam," he said a little more sharply.

"Leave? You want me to leave?" Sam replied angrily.

Randy's little patience was running out at an alarming rate. "How many times would you like me to say it?"

"What the hell is the matter with you? You were fine last night and now you're being weird."

"Seriously Sam, how many times do you want me to tell you to get out? Five? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? It doesn't matter really you probably still wouldn't get the message."

Bob entering the room cut off Sam's reply.

"Look son, I don't know what's going on with you – oh hello Sam – but you can't keep talking to your mother like that."

"Or what? You'll send me to my room."

"Hey now less of you lip. This is my house Randy and I won't have you disrespecting me and I certainly won't have you disrespecting you mother."

"What is going on?" Samantha asked from the side.

"Still here are you?" Randy replied coldly.

"Fine if that's what you really want I'll leave but know this Randy. I'm the best thing in your life and you pushing me away like this isn't helping you."

"The best thing in my life?" Randy mocked with a laugh. "To tell you the truth Sam you're barely in the top ten."

"Randy!" Bob said.

Sam's eyed widened for a second before she said spitefully, "Really? Well then who is number one for you Randy? If it's who I think it is then you're screwed because I doubt Jenni's gonna want anything to do with you. Not after the way you called her a slut."

Randy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn't realised that she had heard their conversation last night. As Sam finally left he turned to look at his father who was looking at him almost in disbelief.

"What in the hell is wrong with you Randall?" Bob asked his son quietly.

Randy stood quietly for a second before storming out of the room.


He had driven around for about three hours when hunger caused him to have to stop in a café. He made an order and the sat down at a table.

Thirty minutes later he had eaten his food and was staring broodily at his almost empty cup of coffee. He was feeling so torn at the minute. He felt bad for the way he snapped at his parents and he felt bad for the way he had treated Sam. But most of his feelings centred round Jennifer. His best friend. He was angry with her for sleeping with Adam and he felt guilty for calling her a slut. The fact that he was already so confused about his feelings towards her before all this happened didn't help matters either.

She was his best friend and he loved her for that. She had been there for him, no matter what. She had listened to him moan about anything that had gone wrong in his life since they became friends. She didn't lose all patience with him when he would bitch at her while he was injured and she was there whenever anything went right. She was his best friend.

So why couldn't he stop thinking about her? She was amazing; he knew that. He wanted her; he had recently admitted that. Not to her of course but to him self which was practically the same thing. But was that it? Was he just lusting after her?

No.

If that's all it was then he wouldn't have started noticing little quirks about her that he had never noticed before. Like the way that she would bite the tip of her tongue when she laughed. He had recently realised that that was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

He needed advice; maybe this was just a phase he was going through. He needed to talk to someone that she had been friends with and then dated. There was only one guy he could think that he could call. He picked up his repaired and newly charged cell phone and dialled.

"Hey man. What's up?"

"Hey Cena!"


Meanwhile Elaine was sat in the living room with Bob.

"I still can't believe it. He called Jennifer a slut."

"Well so Sam says. But Randy certainly didn't deny it. I can't imagine why he would say it though. I've never known him be like that about her before. He's usually so protective. You should see him when we're on the road. Anytime a man approaches her he's right in there warning them off."

Elaine chuckled, "Well of course he is, I'd be more surprised if he didn't."

"What do you mean?" Bob asked looking confused.

"Oh come on Bob, don't tell me you're as dense as he is. Maybe," she continued reasonably, "she has gotten herself a boyfriend."

"Why would that make him call her a slut? He should be happy for her if she has."

"Yes Bob, he should be happy, but you just said it yourself he doesn't like anyone so much as approaching her. It's not surprising if he would go into a rage about her finding a boyfriend without him even knowing."

"I still don't see why he would be angry enough to say that though."

Elaine sighed sympatheticlly at her husband, "because jealousy is a terrible thing Bob."

"Jealous." Bob parroted. "Why? Oh do you mean jealous because she's found herself a relationship while it's pretty clear that is in the drain."

"Think about why it's in the drain."

"They argue so much."

"Yes what, or should I say who, are most of their arguments about?"

"Well the ones we've seen are usually about Jennifer."

Elaine looked imploringly at her husband, willing him to make the connection in his mind but he continued to look at her confused. She was about to put him out of his misery when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey! It's Jenni! I just needed to tell you something…"


Randy drove back to his parent's home morosely. He had been on the phone with John for a while asking them some questions about how they got together, what it was like when they were and why they had broken up. He had heard most of it before but this time he was paying more attention.

John had claimed that the relationship had mostly been about lust and the 'right place right time'. John also said it was more of a friends with benefits kind of thing but Randy wasn't quite sure whether he believed him.

Admittedly thinking back on it they had never been 'lovey dovey' with each other so the idea of friends with benefits made a lot of sense. John had joked that she always had a special place in his heart though because she is to this day the best sex he'd ever had and apparently wasn't afraid of 'experimenting'.

Randy had gone quiet after his friend had said that and that led to John asking questions about why Randy was suddenly so interested, he hoped that he had managed to deflect them as well as possible because he didn't need anyone getting suspicious. That was how rumours started and there were already enough rumours about them as it was.

He arrived at the house but didn't go in. He sat in the car for a while before going around the back and sitting on a bench. He wasn't sure how long he had sat there by the time his mother came outside but was knocked from his thoughts by her sentence.

"I've spoken to Jennifer."

Randy's head snapped up, "You rang her?"

"No, she phoned here."

"Did she leave a message for me?" Randy asked.

Elaine almost laughed at his hopeful face; "You'd be lucky. She wasn't calling for you, she was calling to let me know that she wasn't coming here for Christmas."

"What, why?"

"Apparently the idea of seeing you, let alone spending the holidays with you, leaves her feeling torn. Torn between throwing up or beating you senseless. Then again that's assuming you have any sense left to get knocked out of you."

"She hates me." Randy said quietly looking down at his hands.

"Could you blame her if she did?" Elaine asked but this served to anger him.

"She isn't all innocent in this you know. If she hadn't…" he trailed of, the thought of what she did invading his mind.

"If she hadn't what? Randy what is it she shouldn't have done?"

Randy didn't answer so she launched a guess.

"If she hadn't got a boyfriend?"

Randy's head snapped up again. "She called him her boyfriend?" He asked her.

"Called who her boyfriend?"

"You just said she had a boyfriend."

"No I didn't. I asked if she had one and if that's what is making you so angry."

"Why would I be angry if she had a boyfriend?" As he said that he knew how stupid it sounded considering the way he reacted to her sleeping with Adam.

"I think you know why you would be so angry. Why don't you tell me what happened. It might not be as bad as it seems."

He scoffed at the thought of it not being so bad. How could it not be so bad? How could Jenni let Adam near her, how could she let him kiss her and touch her, how could she let him…?

"Randy?"

"She slept with Adam," he said finally.

His mother's eyes softened in sympathy at the agony it was causing her son to say this.

"I can't believe that she would let him…everyone knows what he's like. He's scum."

"How do you know that she did?" Elaine asked softly.

"She phoned me last night because I left her a voice mail and he was there. I heard him in the back ground."

"That's how you ended up throwing you're cell phone against the wall?"

He said nothing, only nodded in answer.

She was quiet for a moment before frowning slightly; "Did she tell you that?"

"What do you mean? I heard him."

"Yes but did she actually say that her and Adam were together in any way?"

"She didn't need to he was there."

"Yes but it doesn't matter that he was there, I know that they have been friends for a while. It's possible that he was only there in a friend capacity."

Randy pushed that thought away. "I know what he's like."

"Ok, let's say that he is as bad as your making out. Why do you think that Jennifer would go for it? I wouldn't have thought that she was that type of girl."

"Well she's not but—" Randy stopped talking, his thoughts jumbling together.

He dropped his head, his mind coming to the dismal conclusion that he may have caused irreversible damage to his relationship with Jenni over nothing.

"She didn't sleep with him. She hates me now though doesn't she?"

"I wouldn't say she hates you, is angry at you certainly but I wouldn't say hate."

"She'll never forgive me."

"You don't know that, she might, she probably will. People say stupid things when they're angry. It all depends on whether on not she understands why you were angry."

Randy frowned at his hands; "You know why I was angry about it though don't you?" He asked knowing the answer.

"Why you were angry about the thought of here being with Adam? Because you wish it was you she was with."

"Yeah, I wish it was me."


I know we didn't see Jenni in this one but she will be in the next one, (i think). I'm not sure whether or not I like this one but I hope you let me know what you think. Any suggestions welcome.

Love Ya! DollFace!