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Chapter 10 : Dinner, Breakfast and John.


It was December 17th and Randy Orton could be found in the Providence arena with Mark Callaway discussing their match for Armageddon the next night.

"Ok, that's when the table comes in?"

"Right," Randy sighed.

"You nervous?"

"I little, my first Hell in a Cell. It's gonna be…intense."

"Those matches always are. You'll do fine as long as you remember to watch your head."

"Right, head. Got it."

"Maybe we should stop," Mark said. "We can sort the rest of the match tomorrow."

"That's a good idea. My head feels like it's gonna explode."

"Well at least after tomorrow you've got a little more time off, you can relax."

"Relax?" Randy laughed, "At the Orton family Christmas? You must be mad."

Mark laughed with him before asking a question. "So is Jennifer going home with you?"

"Yeah," Randy smiled in response, "We had a bit of a misunderstanding but everything's all right now."

Mark quietly regarded the younger man for a moment, "And Samantha?"

"That's over," Randy broke in firmly. "I ended it."

"Good. You shouldn't make yourself miserable to make others happy. You'll only end up hurting everyone even more. And you can trust me on that one."

"I know what you mean. She didn't take it too well. Gave me a right slapping."

"Women," Mark laughed. "When it comes to opening jars they haven't got an once of strength but hurt their feelings and suddenly they can channel the strength of the army into one slap."

"Careful Mark," a voice from the doorway said, "people could start thinking you're a chauvinist."

Mark laughed at her while Randy smiled and beckoned her closer.

"I wasn't expecting you Jenni." Randy said.

"Steph called me in. Something about some photo shoot she wants me to be part of. I dunno why she couldn't tell me over the phone. You guys still going over your match?"

The men nodded.

"Well just as long as you watch your head you'll probably be fine."

"That's what I was just saying," said Mark.

"I'm sure you did but Randy's a simple sort of bloke. He needs things repeated." Jenni teased.

"Hey now hang on. I may be a simple bloke but at least I'm a charming and good looking one."

"The judgements still out on that one babe."

Mark laughed at Randy's look of indignation at Jennifer's teasing before he began to tickle her. Mark expelled a sigh at their behaviour, some people just don't realise what's going on right in front of their faces.


"Dad, finally you're here. I thought your plane got in three hours ago."

Bob Orton put his suitcase down next to his bed in the twin room he was sharing with Randy.

"Delayed. Something about fog, I don't know son, I wasn't really listening to tell you the truth."

"Typical. They could be telling you that they're about to crash and there's you not listening."

"Well that's good son. That way I won't spend my last living seconds with a feeling of impending doom. No, I'll just be wondering what I'll be having for dinner."

"Speaking of dinner," Randy said, "Me and Jenni were thinking of trying out this Chinese place near the arena. You wanna come with?"

"No son," Bob replied, "I think I'll leave you and Jennifer alone for the night. It'll do you good to spend time together after your little…falling out."

"Well we have been doing," Randy said annoyed that the argument between him and his best friend had been brought up. He didn't need anymore reminders of how stupid he had been. "We've spent a lot of time together these last few days. Everything's back to normal."

Even as he said that he knew it was a lie. His friendship wasn't the same as it had been, but maybe that was a good thing. Although it annoyed him that he couldn't put a finger on what exactly was different.

"I'm glad to hear it," Bob said to his son, knocking him out of his thoughts, "You two have been friends for too long to fall out."

"Well you haven't got to worry. We're not gonna fall out."

"Good. Don't forget Randy she was there for you when there was no one else around."

"Yeah," Randy said thinking about how their friendship had started in OVW.

"You don't want to lose her, friend for life that girl."

"Maybe that's the problem," Randy mumbled. A friend. That's all.


Later on a soft knocking on the door led to Bob getting up from the bed and greeting Jennifer.

"Jennifer, you look beautiful."

"Thanks Bob," Jenni said casting an eye over her denim mini, blue halter and knee high black boots. "Randy ready yet?"

"Just fixing his hair," he said gesturing towards the bathroom. "He should only be an hour or so."

"I heard that!" Randy shouted from his place in front of the mirror while the pair laughed in the bedroom.

"I don't know why it takes you so long!" Jenni shouted at him, "You've hardly got any hair to begin with."

"Oh by the way Jenni, Elaine and I are glad you changed your mind about Christmas. It wouldn't be the same without you."

"Hmm," Jenni replied, "It has been a while since Christmas with the Orton's didn't involve me. It's also been a while since I had to spend it alone. Besides I don't think you lot could handle it. I'll definitely be there."

"Of course you will," Randy cut in coming out of the bathroom and wrapping an arm around her waist. "We'd all die slow deaths without you and you don't want that on your conscience."

Randy noticed that after he said that she stiffened and suddenly had a far away look on her face.

"Jenni?" Randy asked.

When he got no response Bob tried.

"Jennifer?"

When he also got no response the men shared a look before Randy positioned himself directly in front of her and shook her slightly.

"Jenni? Are you alright?"

She came out of herself then, "Yes?"

"Are you ok?"

"Fine," she said and smiled, "Never better."

The two men shared another look.

"Are you sure sweetie?" Bob asked, "You spaced."

"I'm just a little tired," she said smiling reassuringly.

"Ok then," Randy said still a little confused about her behaviour. "You ready to go?"

"Of course I am. You're the one that always takes forever."

"Hey! Styling my hair is an art."

"But you don't have any!" Jennifer insisted again.

"All part of the art."

Randy closed the door behind them after they said their goodbyes and Jennifer stared talking again.

"You know Randy, Vanity is a sin."

"So is lust babe. Doesn't stop you from checking me out though does it."

"As if!"

"Don't worry I don't judge you for it. I mean who wouldn't. Look at me."

"And there's the famous Randy Orton arrogance. To borrow a line from Will and Grace, Does it hurt your back to kiss your own arse like that?"

"Ass."

"Sorry?"

"It's kiss your own ass, you and your cute little English accent pronounce it wrong."

"Excuse me," Jenni said, "The English created the language. It's you Americans that pronounce it wrong. Just like everything that the Americans steal from us, you mess it up. Soccer; its called football. The American version of football is a pussy's version of Rugby. It's like 'Absolutely Fabulous', America ruined that as well. Or more recently, 'Dancing with the Stars' in England that was 'Strictly Come Dancing' and by all accounts it was great. You even stole our judge, Len Goodmen. He's a Brit."

"Did you hear about Stacy being on the next season of that by the way?" Randy asked opening the car door for her.

"Blondie? Yeah, I heard about it." Jenni replied frowning.

Two years ago Jennifer had been given a Diva magazine cover that Stacy wanted and since then the pair were known not to get along. So much so that Vince had spoken to Jennifer about maybe having to move her to RAW because the tension between them was so high. Stacy however had not been at work much since starting on SmackDown! Focusing more on her 'movie' career; something that greatly amused Jennifer.

"Another reason for her not to come to work. How heartbreaking."

Randy smiled at her before starting the car and driving off to the restaurant. He could understand her annoyance. If a man who didn't even wrestle were given so much attention, just because they looked good, he'd be angry about it to.

"She'll be back soon no doubt." Randy said.

"Thank God." Jennifer said sarcastically. "If there isn't a Lingerie Pillow Fight sometime soon people might be in danger of taking the Women's Division seriously."


"Ok, so here's my question 19. If you could have a type of alcohol named after you, which would it be?"

"Hmm," Jenni said off in thought. "Vodka. That is by far the best one."

Randy nodded his head while Jenni fiddled with the radio on his car. They had, for some reason, been playing twenty questions.

"Ok then Sailor. Question 20 for you. Hmm, I've got a classic for you, if you were stranded on a Dessert Island what three things would you want with you?"

He thought about this for a moment before answering quite strangely in her opinion. "Lifetimes supply of food, enough clean water to make sure I live a long healthy life and…" he paused and looked straight at her, "…you."

She looked at him appraisingly for a second before laughing, "Ever the charmer."

He smiled at her while she laughed, she had no idea. "Well then beautiful, what would your three be?"

She answered quickly as though she guessed he would ask her that. "A speedboat, a map and loads of bottled water."

"The bare essentials then?"

"Absolutely. But…don't feel left unloved, I'd sneak a picture of you there with me. I'd hide it somewhere."

Randy looked intrigued, "Where would you hide it?"

She laughed, her low juicy laugh sending tingles down his spine, "A lady never tells."


A little later the door to Randy's hotel remained closed because a change of plan meant that Randy was now lying on Jenni's bed with her while they watched a movie.

They lay next to each other though they weren't touching Randy couldn't stop himself from wishing they were. She seemed too wrapped up in the movie to realise that he was sneaking glances at her every chance he got. Fascinated with the way her eyes, those startling green eyes, focused on the tv set, they way she idly fingered the pillow laying across her stomach, the way she laughed at the film and (he would be lying if he pretended not to notice it) the way her chest rose and fell with her steady breathing.

Seemingly feeling his eyes on her she turned her head slightly, and smiled at him.

"You alright?"

Randy, too caught up to hear her, didn't answer so she lifted herself up and leaned on her elbows.

"Randy? Are you ok?"

"Hmm, I mean yes, yeah, I'm great."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Let's just get back to the movie, yeah?"

"Yeah ok."

Jennifer turned back to the screen and Randy slowly exhaled a breath. She seemed engrossed in the movie again and involuntarily he found his eyes tracing back to her. She had raised her leg slightly when she sat up and she hadn't lay it back down. As his eyes fixed upon it he immediately had a flashback of two nights earlier when he had massaged her after being in the pool together. He had straddled her, massaged her back, her stomach and daringly massaged her chest briefly. However it was on her legs he spent the most time – partly because he didn't have to straddle her so she didn't know the effect she had on him and partly because they were so silky and soft that he couldn't help himself.

The morning after at breakfast Jenni had told him that much of what happened was still really hazy to her, she remembered being in the bar and then in the pool. She remembered being massaged and then going to sleep but that was pretty much it. She didn't remember details. He pretended he didn't either. She had believed that after all with the amount they drank there was nothing fishy about not remembering but for him it was all burned into his mind. He couldn't forget it, even if he wanted to.

His eyes went back to her face as he saw her eyes closed and guessed she must have fallen asleep.

"Jenni," he whispered, "Are you sleeping."

She didn't answer so he placed the blanket over her careful not to wake her before turning the T.V off. He cautiously brought a hand up to her face before brushing some hair from it. She looked so peaceful and he found himself placing a feather light kiss on her forehead and then running his hand from her shoulder down the length of her arm.

"Night beautiful," he said before quietly leaving the room.

Little did he know that as soon as the door closed behind him Jennifer opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She ran her hand down the arm that he did all the while staring at the door.

"Ok, now I have to know what's going on with him."


Randy turned off his cold shower the next morning and towelled himself dry. As he stood in front of the mirror he heard his father talking in the other room.

"I didn't even hear him come in last night," Bob said into the phone at his ear unaware that his son had opened the door that he was sitting with his back to.

"Practically skipped out of the door he did," Bob said after his wife had spoke. "And when he saw her…I wouldn't have been surprised if there was drool on his shoe."

Randy leaned casually against the doorframe, his towel secure on his waist, and waited for his father to notice him.

"I admit, I feel stupid for not noticing it. If it wasn't for you telling me then I'd still think he only saw her as a…" Bob turned around and caught sight of his son. "Ok Elaine so we've got a early morning flight we should be back tomorrow before you've even woken up."… "Yeah, give my love to Becky and Nathan." … "Yeah he's here."… "Ok. You too. See you tomorrow."

Bob hung up the phone and looked at Randy. "Morning son. Sleep well?"

"Fine."

"Good, good. Breakfast? You know before you're down the gym."

"I'll just get dressed."

"No rush, should we invite Jennifer?" Bob asked trying to be nonchalant.

"She's meeting Mel for breakfast today, she mentioned it last night." Randy reached into his suitcase and pulled out his clothes for his workout. "Oh and dad?" Randy said before turning around with a slight smirk. "I don't drool."


In the gym Randy was lifting weights when a voice from behind him had him nearly drop them in surprise.

"Damn, you look a little too good."

Randy put the weight down and turned to John Cena with a raised eyebrow.

"I've told you before man, I don't swing that way. If you want gay, go join the ice capades."

"Ha, ha, ha." John said sarcastically. "I just meant that I was expecting you to look like hell after breaking up with…er…what was your girls name again?"

"Sam."

"Yeah her. I thought you'd be all, 'I can'tlive if living is without you'." John sang the last bit slightly while dramatically clutching his heart.

"Man, you can rap but singing…you should leave that to the professionals."

"I'm hurt. You just hurt me big."

"Yeah, yeah."

Randy looked at John with a slightly raised eyebrow when he looked confused Randy elaborated.

"This is the part where you explain what you're doing here. You're Christmas break started nearly a week ago."

"Oh, a few of us Raw guys were called to the next city for a last minute appearance so some of us decided to swing by and see what's up."

"Great. Who's some of us?"

"Umm, me, obviously, Shelton, Trish and Ashley."

"Cool. So that explains why you're here…er…did anyone else come with you?"

"Anyone else like who?" John asked.

"Oh I don't know…anyone?"

"Why is there someone on the RAW side of things that you have a crush on?"

"What? No! Not on the RAW side of things." Noting Johns' curious look he continued. "No."

"If you say so. Anyway…where's princess?"

"Probably still with Melina."

"How are things with you guys?"

"Me and Jen? Fine."

"You sure? I heard things were a little strained."

"Christ John I've told you. You shouldn't listen to gossip from people who don't have a life. Anyway who told you things were a little strained?"

"It was the impression I got from Jenni actually. She said you had a fight."

"It was no big deal and we're fine know so it doesn't matter," Randy said feeling very uncomfortable.

"So you guy's are cool?"

"Never better."


"I think he's lonely."

"Lonely? No he's not lonely."

"How else do you explain it?"

Jennifer and Melina sat in the hotel dining room. Breakfast had long finished but the pair sat in the emptying room talking and drinking their coffee. They were currently talking about Jenni's concerns for Randy.

"Jenni have you ever thought that maybe he's just horny and you're the closet person to him?"

"Oh come on! That's not the problem. He's just…he's been different with me lately."

"How do you know he's not just horny? For all you know he could have some elaborate scheme to take you home and seduce you over Christmas."

"His parents are there. His brother and sister are there. That reminds me actually, I need to call Becky."

Melina shook off her friends reasoning. "So what if his family are there? Think about it; he gets you under the mistletoe, or alone in a room, drinks have been had, Christmas cheer is all around and he casually starts running his hand up and down your leg. Meanwhile he's plying you with even more alcohol and once you're ridiculously merry he strikes. Then before you know it" Melina slapped her hands together, "you're in his bed."

Jenni looked thoughtful for a second before reaching over, "Ok Mel, no more caffeine for you." Jenni took the cup away ignoring Melina's sound of protest; "You'll thank me for it one day."


A little while later Jenni was fiddling with the lock on the door when two men approached her from behind.

"Princess you look as sexy as always."

She turned to see John Cena standing next to Randy.

"John!" She exclaimed, "What're you doing here?"

"It's a long story. But seriously girl, you look hot."

She slapped his arm and he pouted. "Hey now princess there was no need for that."

"Shut up," she said playfully. "Hi Randy,"

"Hey Jenni, sleep well?"

"Yeah, oh an sorry about falling asleep on you like that last night. Guess I was more tired than I realised," she lied.

"Not a problem beautiful." Randy said smiling at her almost forgetting about John who quickly made his presence known again.

"Come here," he said to Jenni.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Christmas is a time for love," he replied, "so get over here in your sexy little jeans and show me some of that love."

She laughed a little before stepping to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him close to her.

He held her tightly before she pulled away causing him to slap her playfully on the butt.

"Oi!" She said with an equally playful look on her face. "My butt is not yours to slap."

"Use to be." John replied with a smirk.

"'Use to' being the operative words there." She shot back though she still had a smile on her face.

"We'll see." He said.

"You ok Randy?" Jenni asked taking note of the almost angry look on his face.

Randy, who had watched the exchange with a more than slight twinge of jealousy nodded before he spoke, "John wants to know if he can hitch a ride with you to the arena. I have to get going in a few minutes to meet up with Mark."

"Not a problem, Mel and Johnny are hitching with me so you being there will give me someone to talk to while they give each other nauseating looks."

"Cool," Randy said before John had a chance to respond. "I gotta get going. I'll see you after the show John?"

"Yeah I'll be around."

"Right and Jenni I'll see you before my match?"

"Absolutely. I'll come to your locker room."

"Great," he shook hands with John before giving Jenni a long hug. "I'll see you guys."

He walked down the hall before turning at the end of it, sending another smile Jenni's way and then disappeared out of sight.

John curiously turned to Jenni, "Is everything all right with you two?"

She sighed heavily, "You tell me."


Randy slowly made his way to the trainers room his dad walking beside him. Mark hadn't been joking when he referred to Hell in a Cell as being intense. He had thought Mark, Paul, Dave and Shawn had all been exaggerating when they were saying about how it makes everything different. Being trapped like that even though he knew what was going to happen was different to just being in the ring.

Sitting down on a bench the trainers stated fussing over the pair of them and Bob turned to his son.

"Remind me again why I thought coming back to work was such a good idea?"

"Because craziness breeds excitement." A voice said from the door.

"Hey Jen." Randy said.

"Nice match."

"Well what can I tell ya, I'm good at getting my ass kicked."

"One of your finer talents," she observed him critically for a second. "I'd hug you but I'm wearing white and you're all bloody and sweaty."

"Don't worry I'm not offended. If you hugged me it'd probably hurt."

"In that case I might have to hug you."

"What about your top. The blood would never come off."

"We all have to make sacrifices."

He laughed and she kissed him on the cheek before kissing Bob as well.

"Seriously though guys. Impressive."

"Oh it was nothing," Randy said smirking at her. She smiled back before talking to a newly arrived Mark.

Randy just watched her taking in everything she did. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she moved, the way she fiddled with her ring. She was amazing.

God I love her, He thought to himself before frowning. I love her? Where the hell did that come from? He observed her again as she laughed at something Mark said.

"Oh no," he said to himself softly.

He wasn't supposed to love her. She was meant to be his best friend. He shouldn't feel this way about her.

But it was too late.

Damn.


Chapter 10 oh loyal reader. I honestly can't thank you enough for the great reviews that you've given me. I really appreciate them. Let me know what you think of this chapter and all feedback would be great especially since I'm not sure whether I like this one or not.

Chapter 11 should be up soon.

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