Sunday: Torrie's House

"Stace, I'm so sorry this happened." Julie said while comforting her friend, hugging her with all of her might.

"It's just not fair. I didn't do anything wrong." Stacy said while crying into Julie's shoulder, never knowing when the saddened stream of tears would end.

"We know hun. We know." Torrie reassured her friend as she joined in on their hug.

Stacy slowly broke the embrace with her friends and looked at each of them with her mascara-smeared eyes. "I must look like a mess." She half giggled as her friends just smiled. "I wanna thank you guys for being here for me. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you guys at college."

"What are friends for?" Julie grinned as Stacy grinned back. "But hey. Let's look on the bright side. We have school off tomorrow which is awesome so…we should party or do something tonight."

"Yeah! Let's do something." Torrie encouraged as they both looked at Stacy for her opinion.

"Sounds good to me." She simply smiled, trying to find anything to keep her mind off of him. "But I gotta get home and take a shower. So text me when you guys come up with the plans."

"Alright we will." Julie assured, giving her friend one last warm embrace.

"Love you girl." Torrie smiled as she too gave Stacy a quick hug.

"Bye guys." Stacy smiled as she walked out the front door and walked down the driveway towards her Mustang.

"God. Stace has just had it so rough lately. I really feel so bad for her." Julie commented as her and Torrie sat down at the kitchen table.

"I know. Randy's been acting like such a dick to her. I wonder why? He's never treated her this badly before."

"Well maybe it's because school's ending really soon which means they're probably gonna have to break up and he's just really scared and has nobody else to blame it on except the person closest to him." Julie explained.

"Well if that's the case then he's stupider than I thought cause they're already unofficially broken up which is what he wants to prevent in the first place so…he pretty much just completely contradicted himself and accomplished the worst case scenario."

"But I don't know. That's just what I think." Julie stated as she shrugged her shoulders.

"But shit! What are they gonna do 'bout prom if they don't get back together? I mean, it's only what? Like two weeks away?" Torrie realized as a panicked look spread across both the girl's faces.

"Oh shit, that's right." Julie covered her mouth with her hand.

"God, I wish they would just stop all of this and get back together! It's making us all crazy!" Torrie giggled as Julie laughed along.

"I think they both just need to stop thinking about this one incident and move past it. Just like they did with the whole Justin thing. But then again, really, it's Randy who should save the relationship, not Stacy."

"I agree. I think if Randy truly apologized to her and meant it, she would surely take him back. I mean, Randy's a really great guy and I know he loves her to death and vice versa. But in every relationship there has to be problems or else it just wouldn't be a relationship at all." Torrie wisely said, sort of referring to her own relationship with John.

"I think he will. He's probably feeling the pain he caused both of them last night right about now."

Grant's House

"Dude, what the hell were you thinking last night?" John asked his friend as they all were chilling and hanging out by the pool.

Randy shook his head. "I don't know. I really don't know. I mean…I feel like such an asshole right now that I can't even describe it." He simply responded while walking up to the diving board.

"So what are you gonna do now? You know prom's coming up pretty quick man." Grant mentioned as Randy nodded his head and did a flip off the diving board, causing a huge splash to shower over the sides of the pool.

Randy came back to the surface and climbed out of the pool, wiping his eyes to see he buddies. He took a deep breath and looked away. "Yeah I know. I really screwed it up this time." He said looking back at his friends in his grey board shorts. "I'm just gonna have to apologize to her. Bottom line. Since all of this is my fault."

"She'll take you back dude. I'm 100% sure of it." Grant claimed, sipping on a Red Bull.

"I don't know bro. I was such an asshole to her that even I wouldn't forgive me." He said sitting down next to John.

"But dude, it's Stacy. She's so head over heels in love with you that it's sick."

"I could say the same thing 'bout you and Torrie fag." Randy chuckled as John silently agreed. "Or you and Aly."

Grant just shook his head and sipped on his drink. "Well whatever…I think you should go over to her house right now and apologize to her. If not now, when?"

Randy thought about it for a little while, contemplating on whether or not he could handle seeing her after what he had just put her through the previous night. "I guess you're right man. I need to at least say something to her."

"Trust me dude. If I know you two as well as I think I do, by the end of tonight you'll be fucking like rabbits and will've made up." John predicted, pretty pleased with his theory.

"Shut the fuck up dude." Randy laughed as he threw his towel in John's face. "I'll talk to guys later k?"

"Alright man. Good luck. And we'll text you when we figure out plans for tonight." Grant shouted as Randy agreed, entered the house to make his way towards the driveway, and out towards his truck, hoping that Stacy would forgive him one last time.

Stacy's House

It was already starting to get dark out as the beautiful California sun slowly dipped itself behind the horizon of the Pacific Ocean. It was a hot night but the darkness gave it an underlying chill. As if beckoning for her to do so, Stacy made herself a nice hot bath, almost overflowing the sides with bubbles.

She sat quietly in the tub, looking around the large master bathroom that was lit by the illumination of the candles she had set up. She released a relaxed sigh, feeling the warmth of the water consume her emotionally pained body.

Stacy hesitantly closed her eyes, worried that someone would step in and see her, although she was alone in the house. Her mind quickly shifted to images of Randy; images that Stacy tried desperately to shake out. But to no avail, they continued to resurface. She imagined him standing right in front of her completely naked with that sexy smirk of his plastered on his face. Her lower region began to slightly throb at just the thought. But it was short lived when the flashbacks of last night and Wednesday night popped back up.

She hated him for being so selfish and so arrogant with her last night. He truly hurt her feelings and had never treated her that badly before. It was surely unexpected and downright malicious. A tear surprisingly left her eye as she still closed her eyes tightly at the thought of them not being a couple. Her heart was broken into a million pieces and she didn't seem to have the adhesive to glue it back together. He had this grip over her that was always going to be there no matter what, which was a harsh dose of reality. But she had to move on. If not now, then when? She knew that they were gonna have to get it over with sooner than later, seeing as though high school was ending in only a few weeks.

The thought of her never seeing him again after high school crushed her inside. She would never have him by her side whenever she got into trouble or just needed a special someone to comfort her. But what if she did find another guy that could do all of that for her? What if, the love for Randy started to deteriorate and feelings for some other stranger developed? Could she ever have the heart to do that? Could she really love another guy just as much as she loved Randy?

Meanwhile…

Randy had let himself in to the Keibler's home, calling out to see if anybody was even there. "Hello? Anybody home?" Nobody answered as he continued to make his way through the large house. "Stacy?"

He quickly made his way upstairs, searching from room to room for her. She was nowhere to be found. But then he saw the master bedroom door was open. He hesitantly entered the room, not feeling right for being in Stacy's parent's bedroom. But he went against his conscience and continued making his way towards the bathroom where a light flickered underneath the closed door.

He grabbed the doorknob and slowly, almost inhumanly slowly, opened the door. He glanced over towards the bathtub and stared intensely at Stacy's naked body, barely covered by the mountains of bubbles. He swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath at the shear sight of her. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her makeup was still present. She looked absolutely breathtaking, her eyes still closed but yet so soft and gentle. He had to see more of her as he ever so quietly pried the door open a little bit more and stepped into the room. His thoughts of everything that had happened last night or had anything to do with their whole situation seemed to fade away at that moment.

His attention was solely on her and nothing else. He silently lifted his white t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He stood there half naked in nothing but his grey board shorts, leaning against the counter where her towel rested. He felt like he could stand there glaring at this sexy and drop dead gorgeous girl right in front of him for the rest of his life without uttering a single complaint.

Stacy sighed as she felt like she was ready to get out of the tub. With her eyes still closed, she slowly ran her hands up and down her arms and over her shoulders and breasts, wiping away most of the bubbles from her smooth tan skin. Randy gripped the counter as hard as he could; getting entirely turned on by the way she touched herself.

She slowly fluttered her eyes open, surprisingly not even glancing over to where Randy was standing. She stood up in the bathtub and wiped away any remaining bubbles, turning her back towards him.

Randy almost lost it as he stared uncontrollably at her perfectly smooth ass. He licked his lips, feeling the blood envelope his shaft. Stacy calmly stepped out of the bath, standing completely wet and naked right in front of him. When she finally looked up in the direction of her towel, she let out a loud gasp. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, trying to cover her breasts with her arms.

Randy didn't say a word as he stared at her amazingly slim and fit figure. Her silky skin shimmered in the light as a few bubbles still held loosely to her. Both stared into each other's eyes for a moment, not uttering a single word. "Give me my towel." Stacy demanded, breaking the tension filled silence. But Randy just stood there still examining her body, probing her alluring brown eyes. He leisurely shook his head.

Stacy was getting angered now as she stood there vulnerable and exposed. She heatedly walked over to Randy and grabbed her towel. But before she could pull it towards her, Randy grabbed her arm. "Randy, let go." She hesitantly said, yanking her arm away, but his grip was too strong. "Randy!"

He quickly moved his body against hers and pushed her up against a wall, leaving no room between her bare breasts and his bare pecks. He held her hands above her head, preventing her from getting away. "Randy, stop!" But he didn't stop. He devoured her lips with his, passionately sliding his tongue up against hers as she hesitantly accepted. He broke the kiss and slid his mouth down her neck, sucking and licking her.

She timidly whimpered as he brought one of her legs up to rest near his hip. "Randy we can't. I can't do this." She complained as he stopped his treatment and looked deep into her soft brown eyes. They were filled with tears and he knew exactly why. He had hurt her so deep that not even this could resolve it.

Randy looked down at the ground and shut his eyes. "I can never have you back, can I?" His look of defeat and pain caused Stacy's tears to flow lightly down her cheeks. She was so confused. Never had she expected him to be right there in front of her, consuming her lips with his and turning her on in so many ways. It was all going so fast and she had no time to think.

"Randy let me go." But he stood as still as a statue, not once flinching to do so. "Please?"

He said nothing as he lifted his head back up with a determined and unfamiliar face to Stacy. His precious baby blue eyes scanned hers for answers, but none came. He slowly, ever so slowly, leaned in once again for a kiss; hoping, praying, wishing that she wouldn't retaliate. Stacy unwantingly but almost instinctively just closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of his lips against hers. It was unhurried and so romantic. They kissed as if it were their first time. Stacy unknowingly freed both of her hands and sluggishly glided her soft fingertips down over his chest and abs.

Randy slowly pulled apart and stopped. "There's so much I need to say to you right now Stace. I….I don't even know where to begin."

"Randy, please. I can't do this right now." She announced with a quivering voice.

But he disregarded what she said and continued with a pleading and sympathetic voice, "I never should have done what I did with that waitress Stacy. I never should have disrespected you and embarrassed you like I did. I was completely selfish and fucking cocky and…I thought that I could push your buttons as long as I wanted to and know that you'd always come back to me." A long pause came after that as he persisted. "I regret everything that happened and I wish I could take it all back but I can't. But I really want to apologize for what I said to you last night. It was so rude and fucked up in so many ways that it makes me sick to my stomach knowing that I said that to you; because that's so not what I feel at all. I love you so much Stacy; more than anything in this entire world. And…even though the sexual aspects of our relationship are important, really important…" Stacy just continued to listen, even though she agreed. "…sex is not the only thing that makes this relationship incredible. You have this power over me that is undoubtedly the most attractive and irresistible thing in this world. I love how much smarter you are than me, how funny you are, how beautiful and successful you are...you, Stacy Keibler, are my one and only true love. And nobody can take that away from me. Not anyone."

Stacy just peered into his eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. She wanted so badly to forgive him but she wasn't ready. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be ready. He was such an asshole to her that it really took a toll on her heart. Nobody who loves somebody that much shouldn't even think of acting the way he did to her. She was so confused at that point that the two just glared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

She loved him so much but that was partly the reason why she didn't want to forgive him or just make-up like it never happened. It always seemed like whenever they got into an argument or a fight, they would just have make-up sex and continue on like the regrettable situation never took place. And although she knew that he meant every word of his apology, Stacy knew that she had to end the relationship now. She so badly didn't want to but she needed to. She loved him too much and felt like it would be best for the both of them to move on with their lives. It was the right thing to do.

"Randy, just go. Please." More tears fell down her face as Randy stood there with a confused and heartbroken face.

"Stacy please. Just……..just tell me what to say." Randy felt like he was about to cry but no tears could form. His anger and frustration towards himself was preventing it. "I'll say anything. Just please….tell me what to say."

Stacy's lips quivered as she just shook her head. There was nothing he could say. Nothing he could do. Her heart was hurting so bad at that moment, seeing how badly he wanted to be with her, that she felt like walking off the face of the earth. His heart was breaking right before her eyes and it was all because of her.

But on the contrary, he was feeling the same exact way. Her heart was breaking right before his eyes and it was all because of him. He just wanted this whole thing to be over with, no strings attached. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him. But if that was true, then why was she denying their relationship another chance?

He slowly released her thighs and let her stand before him. He stepped back from her, allowing the chilly air to consume her wet, naked body. Her body wanted him to come back and warm her but her mind was mute.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed hard, searching deep into her eyes. He uttered the only reason he could think of that made sense as to why she didn't want him back. He hated this idea and hoped to God that it wasn't true but it was the only logical way. The harsh reality bit into him like a venomous snake; the poison running through his veins, slowly killing him.

"You don't love me anymore do you?"

Stacy was completely taken back by his question. So taken back that her eyes continued to drip cold tears. "Randy. Why would you say something like that? You know I love you."

"Then why the hell is it so hard for you to forgive me? You know that I regret it and you know that I'll do whatever it takes to be with you. But you're just trying so hard not to be with me and I wanna know why. Just please tell me."

She didn't really have a satisfying answer to his heartbreaking question. She was hurting him more than she wanted to but she couldn't start feeling responsible for this situation. He was the one that sparked it, not her. But to see him in such pain like he was at that moment made Stacy wonder why she was going through with this torture. Her feelings for him were so undeniably strong that this was probably the worst thing she's ever had to do or witness for that matter.

"I….." She began but her words got caught in her throat. She had absolutely no explanation at that point in time. Her mind was telling her one thing and her heart was telling her another. Trying as hard as she could not to cry, but unfortunately she couldn't fight it, she answered him with weeping eyes. "I'm scared of you Randy. I'm so scared because I'm so in love with you and….we're only 18 years old for God's sake. We have our whole lives ahead of us. How do we know that there isn't something better out there?"

"So…you think that our relationship is just a waste of time huh?"

"No. I didn't say that. I…"

"You what Stacy? Huh? What? You think that these feelings we have for each other can just be replaced by someone else? You think that in college we're just gonna find somebody else who can give us the same love that we share together? Well I hate to break it to you Stace, but that's not how it works. What we have is special and nobody can replace it. Nobody."

He slowly stepped closer towards her and almost made contact between their chests. He could see the chills forming on her smooth tan skin, begging him to warm her. "And as hard as you try to push me away and as hard as you try to stop loving me………..I will always be there for you Stacy. I swear on my life……..that I will always love you."

At that moment, she just didn't even care about anything. She just wanted him to be hers and hers alone. He was the one, the one that she was going to spend the rest of her life with. No distance between them, no time between them could ever break them apart. Love was always known to be such a powerful word but until now, Stacy had no idea just how powerful it really was. How powerfully it could change your life at the blink of an eye. Randy was her best friend, her lover, her lifelong partner and there was nothing changing her mind about it now.

Stacy just began to full out cry as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could, never wanting to let go. She sobbed into his shoulder, cascading tears down his firm tan chest.

"I love you so much Stacy." He said as he held her against him, feeling her body shake from the tears. "I'll never let you go."

She leaned back up and peered into his baby blue eyes; those eyes that mesmerized her the first time she saw them. They were so pure and heartwarming that she had no choice but to lean in and kiss him as passionately as she could. She grabbed the back of his head to deepen the kiss, causing his whole body to push her even harder up against the wall.

Randy quickly maneuvered himself out of his board shorts, allowing his hard shaft to be released. He expertly lifted her body up off the ground, grabbing the back of both of her thighs now, granting him much better access to her throbbing center. He waited for a moment, enjoying the lust they had for one another through this indescribable kiss. At the right instance, he then slowly entered her, inch by inch, causing Stacy to break their kiss and loudly whimper. He moved slowly inside of her, intrigued by each stroke he made. Stacy's whimpers and moans grew more frequent and louder as he increased his pace.

He continued pumping faster and faster, sending them both soaring towards their peaks at an alarmingly fast rate. Stacy closed her eyes as she felt the pleasure-filled waves rush through her, stimulating every known spot in her body. Randy thrusted as hard as he could, allowing her center to contract around his aroused shaft. The sensations that both felt were beyond belief and so thrilling that they both moaned uncontrollably. Stacy finally cried out in ecstasy as he slowly began to decline their vigorous actions, climaxing in unison.

"I love you." She whispered in his ear as she rested her head against his. "I love you so much." She played with his short brown hair between her delicate fingers, wanting the moment to never end.

The two rested in each other's arms for what seemed like time without end. But eventually, as almost expected, they ended up in the tub together, doing the naughty and loving every minute of it, not once thinking about the future or past. Just the present, in which life is lived at its fullest potential.