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Chapter 16 : Advice, Cocktails and Kissing.


For almost two minutes neither Randy nor John moved and even though the younger mans grip on his jersey had loosened John clearly had no intention of moving just yet.

Finally in a hushed voice John spoke, "you're in love with her?"

Randy didn't answer; in honesty he hadn't even heard the question. He stared ahead completely unseeing before slowly moving away from John and sat down on the nearby bench.

Sinking into the cold wood he murmured, "Damn."

His mind was running a mile a minute. He was certain that he had never spoken the words before. Saying them in his head was one thing but out loud made them real, it meant it was something he could no longer avoid. He had admitted to being in love with her.

The fact that he had said it to John was even worse since he was bound to go running to Jennifer and tell her. Then what would happen? Their friendship would never be the same, that's for damn sure.

John was still staring at him, mouth slightly open. He slowly moved himself to the bench and sat down as well.

Placing his elbows on his knees Randy put his head in his hands. They sat quietly for a while before he spoke up.

"Sorry about your jaw."

He shook his head and said quietly, "Don't worry about it."

They were quiet again, Randy consumed in his thoughts and John unable to think of the right way to broach the subject. Finally he thought of the right thing to say.

"Jenni isn't my girlfriend."

"What?"

"Me and the princess, we're not together."

"But you guys were-"

"We're just friends who had a little fun over New Year. We talked about it yesterday morning; she probably would have told you about it if you hadn't been avoiding her."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I mean don't get me wrong I like her and everything but not in the 'let's get married and have lots of babies' kinda way and she feels the same. So…you know, I just wanted to tell you that."

Randy nodded but didn't say anything for a bit. When he did speak it was on an unrelated subject. "How did you know where I was?"

"I went with Jenni to the arena and Dave told me you had gone to the gym after signing in. 'Cos this is so close I checked here first and the front desk guy told me that you were in the private room. How d'ya manage to snag it by the way?"

"The guy's a wrestling fan."

"Oh, that explains why he stared at me for a couple of minutes."

"Maybe he was staring at you because of how out of place you look."

"I don't look out of place," John said indignantly.

"Man, you're wearing a visor – and not for a dare. That's just sad."

"Zip it killer."

Randy smiled, enjoying the distraction that their banter brought but John was soon tired of not talking about the subject at hand.

"What are you gonna do about princess."

"Nothing," Randy said, quickly standing from the bench and grabbing a water bottle from his bag. "Why would I do anything? That just stupid, she's my best-"

"Yeah man she's your best friend but like I said before you can't hide behind that forever. What are you gonna do next time she gets close with a guy huh? Be an asshole again?" John, who at some point during his verbal bitch slap had stood up, fixed Randy with a hard look.

"Of course I won't! I'll handle it better next time."

"Did you think she'd slept with Adam?"

"For a bit, yeah I did."

"And in retaliation of that you called her a slut."

"I didn't mean to it just came out."

"Fine it just came out. Let's fast forward back to present time and I slept with her. How do you react?" he asked rhetorically his voice rising with every word, "Oh, yeah you be an asshole to her again."

"I'm sorry I was but it'll be ok, she'll forgive me."

"Yeah, she probably will. But do you think she's gonna be as forgiving if it happens again?"

"It won't happen again. I'll get over it. These feelings are going to go away."

"Oh yeah Orton, I'm sure they will." John said sarcastically, "Give it a day or two and you'll be back to seeing her as just a friend and be bedding club sluts quicker than you can say, I'm a coward."

"Coward? I'm not a coward. What the hell are you talking about?"

"You're a coward Orton, plain and simple. The reason you're in this mess in the first place is because you're too weak to tell her how you feel."

I'm not weak!" Randy stated venomously.

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not I just don't wanna be that guy."

"What guy Randy?"

"The guy she gets bored of a few months down the line!"

Confused and noting the sudden change in his friends' demeanour from anger to sadness, John asked quite hesitantly, "What?"

"Oh come on John, you've seen her. You know what she's like with guys. She goes out with them for a couple of months and then ups and leaves because she just doesn't feel them anymore, or because they're suddenly boring to her. Or because they tell her they love her," he finished sadly.

"You don't know that she'll do that," the older man said softly.

"It's what she does. She did it to you and you guys weren't even a real couple, you were 'friends with benefits' but she still dumped you."

"Yeah but that was one time, she –"

"Come on Cena, do you have no memory at all. Think back on how long you've known Jenni, and think about every guy that she's gone out with and think about the stupid reasons she gave for dumping all of 'em."

John was about to protest again but his words died on his lips. Randy had a point; she did seem to have an auto-dump button in her brain for when things started getting a little heavy.

"She's even more commitment-phobic than Jack Nicholson and that's saying something."

"Well," Cena said reasonably, "Maybe she just never felt that way about any of those guys."

"But I don't wanna be one of those guys that she doesn't feel that way about. God John, I wanna…I wanna be the guy she can count on no matter what. The guy that can make her smile when she's angry or upset or…just plain having a bad day. I wanna be the guy she'll wake up at 3 am because she's bored and wants someone to talk to. I wanna…" He trailed off at this point and ran his hands through his short hair; not caring if John thought he was a complete pussy for saying all that.

John didn't however; he had something else to say. "You already are."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're already the guy that she counts on to makes her smile and won't get angry at the three am phone call. You're already him. You clearly don't realise it and she, I don't think, realises it but…you're him man."

"I'm not, I…" but even as he said this he realised that John had a point. He already was pretty much everything that he wanted to be with her but he wanted her to –

"You want her to love you. The way you love her."

Randy nodded solemnly and John frowned as though to say something but then ended up just shaking his head and saying, "Remember the old sayin' 'nothing ventured, nothing gained'. I know if you tell her that you've got a lot to lose but…you've got a lot to gain as well man."


The taping for the show had gone well, if you discounted Steph's fury at how long he disappeared for. He had been forced to agree to an extra personal appearance to get out of being fined. Not the minded doing appearances but that meant a day off he wasn't getting.

He was putting his wrestling boots in his bag when Joey and Johnny came in laughing about something.

"Dude," Johnny said, "We've been looking all over for you."

"Well here I am."

"Yes and we found you just in time to invite you out for the night."

"I dunno man. I need to talk to Jenni about something."

"She's coming too," Joey said.

"She is?"

"Yeah, it was her and Mel's idea."

"I don't think she'd want me there. I've kinda been an ass to her the last couple of days."

"Ever since you saw her with John?" Johnny asked. "Yeah, Melina's still pissed at us for that," he said sharing a look with Joey who nodded while they simultaneously rubbed their cheeks, ignoring Randy's confused look.

"What?"

"Nothing you need to worry about dude. Are you coming or what?"

"Err, sure."

"Cool, you're staying in the same hotel as us now, right?"

"Yeah."

"Right so meet us in the lobby at 11."

"Not a problem."

"Cool, oh and Randy? Try to smile at some point tonight would ya."


"God that woman takes forever," Jenni mumbled to herself from her seat on the coach in the lobby of the hotel that her friends were staying.

"Melina you mean?" A male voice said coming up from behind her. "We shouldn't blame her, it's probably Johnny holding her up."

"Hi Randy," she said stiffly.

Sitting down next to her he smiled nervously, "Hey babe."

"So you're talking to me today without raising your voice? I'm impressed."

"Well you know me babe, I'm an impressive guy."

"I don't know, I think you're a complete wanker half the time."

"Don't get me wrong, I am a wanker – I just happen to be impressive at the same time."

He saw her lips twitch into a smile and seeing this as a good sign he took hold of both her hands and turned her to look at him.

Instead of ignoring the pang of electricity that shot through him like he normally did he embraced it and had to admit, it felt right holding her hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking her dead in the eye.

She smiled a small smile again but said seriously, "Just because you've said you're sorry doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

"Oh absolutely not," He agreed. "I expect to have to pay for your drinks all night, pay your cab fare home and maybe even buy you breakfast tomorrow," he paused before continuing, "or lunch, you know depending on how bad the hangover is, before you even consider forgiving me."

"Well as long as we understand each other on that."

He nodded, "We do."

"Good."

"Oh and babe," he said, "You look hot."


"I really, really love you," Melina said to Joey.

The group were in the v.i.p room of one of the city's top clubs, Melina was drunkenly proclaiming her love to everyone in her eye line, Joey was flirting with every woman who gave him the glad eye, Johnny was dancing with Jennifer and Randy was sneaking glances at them while trying to appear nonchalant.

"Mel, hun, you know I love you too but could you not say it so loud, some of the ladies her are gonna start thinking I'm unavailable."

"Ooh, quite the ladies man. Aren't ya, eh?"

As the other two returned from their dance Mel turned to look at Randy and despite the fact that they had already been hanging out for a few hours she said, "Hi Randy."

Smiling as Jenni sat next to him he responded, "Hi Melina."

"I love you as well."

"I'm flattered," he said as Johnny looked abashed and Jenni looked amused.

"But don't worry, I don't expect you to say it back, what with you being so in love with –"

"Ok Mel," her boyfriend cut in quickly, "Let's go dance. Shall we sweetheart?" He grabbed her hand and led her away before she could say anymore.

He hadn't at any point given any indication about his feelings to Johnny, or Joey for that matter, but being so close to Melina she had clearly clued them in on her suspicions. At this moment that was something he was incredibly grateful about.

Jenni looked at the pair confused before turning her attention to Randy. "What was that all about?"

"Who knows, that girls been throwin' 'em down all night. Speaking of," he indicated to a bartender, "We'll get you another cocktail."

"I'm all right for the minute."

"I insist – it is part of my apology after all."

As the drink was placed in front of her she shrugged, "ok."


At 11 the next morning Randy let himself into Jenni's apartment.

"Jen!" He called out.

He didn't get an answer but as he walked towards her bedroom he heard the shower running. Not wanting to disturb her he entered her room and lay back on the bed.

Around 10 minutes later he heard the shower turn off and watched as she walked, completely unaware of his presence into the room and to her closet.

Still lying there silently he watched her lean up to a shelf in the closet and happily saw the towel move up until it was just below the curve of her butt.

"You know babe you could send a guy mad with a towel that small."

Jumping two foot in the air she twirled around and saw him smirking at her while perched comfortably on the king size bed she had only recently vacated.

"When the hell did you get here!"

"While you were in the shower," he responded, his smirk still in place.

"Well I guessed that much you pervert!" She said striding up to him, smiling in spite of herself, and standing at the foot of the bed while he moved and kneeled in front of her.

"How am I a pervert?"

"You're just lying there watching me!"

"You should be glad I was just lying here. With the image of you in the shower I could have been giving myself a very good morning."

"You perverted little -," she reached to hit him but he caught her arm.

"Now, now babe. You don't want to be getting into anything while you're in such a vulnerable position."

"How am I in a vulnerable position?"

In answer he swept his eyes over the small white towel that covered her body and she frowned.

"Oh, right." She tried to move away but he kept hold of her arm. "What?"

"What?" he said innocently.

"Let go of my arm."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because if I do you're gonna go get dressed."

"That's the general idea."

"Exactly," he said.

"Huh?"

"If I let go of your arm and let you go get dressed then you're not gonna be wearing the towel any more – I can't allow that to happen."

"Why can't you allow that to happen?"

"It'd be a crime to all of mankind."

"Come on Randy, let go of my arm."

"No."

She reached up to hit him with her other arm but again he caught her. He put the two arms together and held them tightly in one large hand.

"Oh now you're very vulnerable, aren't ya?"

Using his free hand he gently trailed a finger down the side of her towel. With a sly smirk he took hold of the bottom and gently tugged it – not enough to make it fall but enough for her eyes to widen.

"You wouldn't dare," she said with a challenging stare.

"How much are you willing to bet on that?"

"You wouldn't," she said again.

"Why not?"

"I'll unforgive you."

"You'll unforgive me? What, for being an ass to you? Sorry babe, you forgave me last night; you can't go back on that."

"Watch me."

He didn't respond, he just continued smirking. When it looked like she was going to say something else he tugged on the towel again. It was a little harder than last time but still not hard enough to make it fall.

"Randy…" she said warningly.

"Jenni…" he mocked.

Once again he tugged a little harder and this time he was certain that where it was fastened at the top came loose. Jennifer noticed this as well because her eyes widened once again.

She watched as his eyes travelled her body again before he moved back to her face. They locked eyes and she saw his boyish charm oozing out of them; that and something else she couldn't quite place.

"You know," he said with a low voice and slightly heavy breath, "I tug this towel one more time and it's falling to the floor."

She nodded but looked at him defiantly, "Don't care if you do. I happen to be very comfortable in my own skin."

"I'm sure you are," he agreed, "Doesn't mean you want me to see you naked."

"Fair point." She smiled, "Alright then Orton, what's it gonna take to get you to let me get dressed?"

He bit his lip to stop himself from blurting out the first thing that came to mind and slowly a grin tugged at his lips.

"Kiss me."

Her smile didn't waver but she did look surprised, "Excuse me."

"You heard me, I said kiss me."

She leaned down and pecked him on the cheek but he shook his head.

"No that doesn't count; I kiss my grandmother on the cheek. I want a proper kiss."

"Define proper kiss."

He laughed at that. "The kind of kiss you'd give me if you knew I was about to give you the best sex you've ever had."

Her eyebrows shot up at that remark but she didn't say anything. Just when he was about to ask her for the kiss again she leaned down and kissed him – just the way he asked her to.

As soon as their lips connected he felt his heart jump and his stomach twist, just when he was going to stop her out of surprise it registered that it was Jenni and that she was kissing him.

Out of instinct his grip on her tightened and using his free hand on her back he brought her closer to him. As soon as their chests hit each other she deepened the kiss and let her tongue roll over his. Lightly biting down on her bottom lip he heard a faint moan but wasn't sure which one of them had done it.

He felt a warmth on his neck he realised she had wrapped her arms around his neck, he hadn't even realised he had let go of them but he clearly had ashis other hand was now clutching her slightly damp hair.

Still holding her, he stood up from the bed and brought her closer to him. His hand moved down and cupped her butt and this time he was sure he heard her moan. They continued the exploration of each others mouths but oxygen became an issue and she pulled away from him.

Extracting herself from him completely she tightened her towel which had come dangerously loose from their make-out session and calmly walked to the closet to pick out an outfit.

"Wow," he said when he'd finally regained his breath, "I wasn't expecting you to actually do that."

"I had to get my arms free somehow. Otherwise you never would have let me get dressed."

"No I'm not buying that." He said, already missing the feel of her lips on his and his arms on her body, "I freed your arms almost straight away. You could have stopped that kiss within seconds."

"What can I say Orton," she said over her shoulder, her kiss swollen lips turned into a smile, "I enjoyed it. Now," she said pulling some clothes out, "I'll go get dressed and then we'll grab a bite to eat, yeah?"

He nodded at her with a smile while still trying to calm his heart rate.

"Good," she said at his agreement. She walked up to him until their chests where almost touching and she said, "By the way, when we go out, if you could be less turned on that'd be great."

As she walked towards the bathroom he said smirking, "As if you didn't get turned on as well."

"No you're right I did. But, some of us can keep it under control." She winked at him and went into the bathroom while he fell back of the bed.

"Holy shit," he breathed. Bringing a finger to his lips he groaned, "Less turned on…that's likely," he murmured sarcastically.

He couldn't believe it; he'd just kissed her. She'd just kissed him. He didn't know what to think, it was fairly clear that she had just done it because she wanted her hands clear but she had said that she enjoyed it. Did that mean she'd enjoy it again? Wait, he couldn't think about this right now…he had to continue being her friend – for now anyway.

He looked down at the tent in his pants and groaned again, "Ok, now I really need to get laid."


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