Love

SUMMARY: She's John Cena's sister, he's John's best friend. What happens when they fall for each other? What happens when he finds out about her past? Will he fix her broken heart? Will John find out about the couple? Are they in Love? OC/RANDYORTON

STARRING: Randy Orton/Michaela Cnea, John Cena/Lita, Trish/Jeff Hardy, Stephanie/Paul, Dave/Victoria (NOT ALL OF THESE PEOPLE WILL BE MENTIONED FROM THE BEGINNING.

A/N: John Cena is on Smackdown in this fic, for now lol!

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Chapter 3:

On Monday me and Randy decided to spend the rest of the day watching films. I was surprised how relaxed I felt around him and how relaxed he was around me. It was like we had been friends for ages. On Tuesday again we spent the day in, the original plan was to go shopping but in the morning I was not up to it, so we spent another day in. Wednesday was different, I felt alive again, so I told him let's go shopping and buy me an outfit for tonight. It had been ages since I had been clubbing. Come on, when you run your own place, you don't go dancing in the competition club do you? And you can't dance in your own club, otherwise who would be running it?

We entered the first shop, I tried on a pink top and a yellow top but I hated them both.

"I liked the pink one," Randy said as we left the shop.

"No it was too, revealing," I replied. "Probably why you liked it huh?"

"I refuse to answer that."

I laughed, Randy wasn't like the other guys, he liked shopping, he already bought himself new clothes. I on the other hand was being picky.

"What was wrong with that skirt?" Randy asked.

"It was too long."

"I thought you didn't want anything too revealing."

"Yea but I ain't a nun."

Randy laughed as we entered the next shop.

"So we looking for a dress? Top? Skirt? What exactly?" Randy asked.

"I'm not sure," I replied. "Something nice, something like this," I pulled out a red halter neck top.

"Go try it on then, I'm sure your not going to like it," Randy grinned.

"Go find me a skirt, not too short!" I called as I entered the changing rooms.

The red top was a halter neck and by the halter around the neckline were little gems. It clung to my skin and I had to admit, I liked it. I changed back into my t-shirt and hoody.

Randy handed me a skirt, it was short, black and with a few gems on the hemline like on the halter neck.

"Wow I like it," I replied.

"Going to try it on?" he asked.

"No I'm gonna get these two," I said. "Oh and now I need shoes, and earrings and necklaces and…"

"Accessories?" Randy said.

"Wow you know your fashion," I joked.

"Funny, go look at the shoes, and I'll look down here."

I nodded as I headed upstairs, Randy had my top and skirt what I didn't know was he had gone to pay for them, knowing the shoes here were horrible.

I headed back downstairs and Randy was holding the bag.

"Randy you didn't need to pay for them!" I said.

"Well let's say this is a thank you for letting me stay," Randy replied.

"No I was letting you stay to say thank you for listening to me and helping me, guess I owe you know!"

"You don't owe me," Randy smiled.

Sweet and cute, "Yes I do."

"Let's just go find you some shoes and a bag or something."

"I don't want a bag, I want shoes," I giggled.

"Shoes it is," Randy smiled.

I found some nice heeled red and silver shoes in the next store. We walked past the jewellery shop and stopped at the window, "I love that necklace."

"Wanna get it?" Randy asked.

It was a chain and on it was a small pendant, in the shape of a butterfly, the whole butterfly made of diamonds.

"No I'm not allowed to buy anything expensive because my birthday's coming up and John plans to buy me everything in London," I laughed.

Randy laughed, "I'd like to see that."

"You should come to my birthday party, it'll probably be in the club in exactly three weeks time, no wait not three weeks. Less then that, it's on the Saturday," I replied.

"You must have failed maths back at school," Randy laughed.

I laughed, after that I found some hoped earrings and a belt and then headed home. Randy was ready to go at 7, it was me who wasn't. A girl is allowed to take her time to look good isn't she? I grinned to myself as I looked in the mirror. I looked and felt good, the first time in six months.

I headed down the stairs, trying to balance myself in these heels, I had decided to straighten my hair and curl a few strands.

"Wow," Randy said as he saw me. He was speechless.

"Thanks," I replied.

"You don't want a jacket?" Randy asked as he put his jacket on.

He was wearing a black shirt, he left a few of the buttons open with black jeans. And a black jacket. He looked good.

"No we're going in the car to my own club," I replied. "You look good by the way."

"Yea I know," he said cockily.

I laughed, "Come on then Orton."

"Come on Michaela," he smiled as I took his arm.

He drove us to the club. Brooklyn refused to let me go behind the bar, she wouldn't even let me go to the office! Me and Randy headed straight to the club. The club area had it's own bar and dance floor as well as tables on the side.

"It's nice," Randy said.

"Thank you, I'm the interior decorator," I grinned.

"Cockiness," Randy laughed.

"Your rubbing off on me," I smiled. "Randy I'm just going to grill Marcus, to find out the takings at least."

"Ok I'll be at the bar." Randy replied.

Randy headed to the bar, he ordered his cocktail and looked around, he could see me and I could see him. I wasn't having much luck with Marcus.

"Hi," a blonde girl said to Randy. "I'm Gina."

"Randy," Randy said not really bothering.

"I was over there and thought oh my god your hot, then my friend said your Randy Orton and I was like oh my god! I had to talk to you."

"You a wrestling fan?"

"No, not really, see I'm a hairdresser, I not only do hair but makeup and nails. Did you know there are a hundred shades of nail varnish…" Becky talked.

Randy had tuned out, he looked over to me. He mouthed, 'Help.'

I grinned, okay I would help him. I walked over to him, in between Gina and Randy I stood. I put my arms around Randy's waist, "Baby I wanna dance."

"Come on then babe," Randy smiled as he led me to the dance floor. "We're even."

"Nah I didn't do it for you, I hate Gina, stupid bitch tried to steal Marcus off Brooklyn when they were dating a few months ago," I admitted as we began to dance.

"So she's your enemy."

"Yea she is," I grinned. "She's giving me daggers! Perfect day."

Randy laughed, "I like this bitchy side."

"I like it too!" I grinned as I danced closer to him.

The song became slow. Randy wrapped his arms around my waist, I wrapped my hands around his neck, "This is fun."

"Going out or being near me?"

I giggled, "Both."

"This is fun, and Gina's sending me daggers," Randy commented.

"Bitch," I murmured. "Forget her, Randy."

He held me closer, I could smell his cologne.

"Nice perfume," he whispered.

"Thanks," I replied.

The song became fast again, we moved apart, "I want a drink."

"Grab a seat Ella and I'll get you one," Randy smiled.

"Ella?" I asked.

"Yea Michaela, shortened to Ella," Randy replied.

I thought about it, "I like it."

Randy smiled, I watched him head to the bar as I went to grab a table. I didn't sit down, I waited for the bar man to clean the table. Randy arrived with the drinks pretty quickly, just as the tables were cleaned.

I got in first, Randy sat beside me. I was so tired, I lifted my legs up and placed them across Randy's lap.

"You have some long legs," Randy commented.

I grinned. "And what's the problem?"

"Never said there was one," Randy grinned.

We drank a few shots, I ended up drunk sitting on his lap.

"I am having soooooo much fun," I giggled.

"Makes two of us," Randy grinned.

I leaned in, slowly; we were so close to each other.

Brooklyn came running up to us, "A little emergency."

I looked at her, "Huh?"

"A little emergency."

"What happened?" I asked, my head was aching.

"Well we're out of mixers," Brooklyn said.

"Just sell everything else, we're closing in an hour, make a…what do you call it…an emergency order…no same day…"I finished, I rested on Randy's chest.

"Are you drunk?" she asked me. "Is she drunk?" She looked at Randy.

"Only this much," Randy grinned showing a small space between his thumb and index finger.

"Great, your drunk as well," Brooklyn laughed. "I'll call a taxi for you two."

"You do that," I smiled as I closed my eyes. Perfect night.

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My head was aching in the morning, I woke up in my own bed in last night's clothes. I started to get up, flipping hell how much did I drink. My door was open and across the hall I could see Randy in his room, lying on his bed. I had fun last night, yea most of it was blurry but it was fun.

Then I remembered, I almost kissed him. My eyes widened, was I attracted to Randy?

A/N: I hope you all like this chapter! Thanks for all the reviews:D

I've written a few chapters for this fic, that's why I'm updating lol otherwise I'd just be revising for the exams:(

Lol continue reviewing and I will be happy:D

Veronica

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