-Randy's P.O.V-

I've been staying with the Cena's for a week now, and I can't help but feel this odd pull towards Sara. Her, John and I have been hanging out together a lot. She went with John everywhere. John went everywhere with her. They truly were best friends. Which is why I had to ask.

"Hey, John, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what's up man?" he asked while he sat next to me on his parent's couch.

"Well, I was wondering if you know, I could um, go out, with you know..." I paused, hoping he would understand my rambling.

"You wanna go out on a date with my sister..." he said. His face was a void of emotion.

"Uh, yeah?" I asked, unsure how he was taking it. For being such a nice guy, when he was unemotional it was scary as hell.

"What the hell makes you think I'd care?" he asked and started laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't know, man. Cause she's your little sister?"

"I'd rather her date you than some guy I don't know. I know you better than you do, dude. Go ask her," he said. He told me she was in her room, so I walked up to the door. It was slightly ajar, I thought I'd knock, just to be safe. She opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel. I was at a loss for any type of coherent conversation at that moment.

"I, uh, hi Sara. I was um wondering if you'd like to, ahem, um go on a date with me?" I scratched the back of my neck nervously while waiting for an answer.

"Sure, Randy, when?" she asked cheerfully. She must have forgotten that I'm a male and she is an extremely beautiful woman, and she's in only a towel.

"C-can we talk when you're um dressed?" I asked her, trying to stop the blood from leaving my brain and rushing downwards.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry. Just a minute." She closed her door. I heard some shuffling and a dresser drawer being opened and closed. She was opening the door seconds later, fully clothed.

"Thanks... So um, I was thinking we could leave around six?" I asked. Her smile was seriously making it hard to think, her perfectly straight white teeth dazzling me.

"Sounds great Randy! I'll see you then." She swept past me into the halway, down the stairs and out the front door.

"Oh my god!" Why did I feel like an awkward teenager again?

-Sara'a P.O.V-

I was on my way to the mall when I got a call on my cell. I put on my blue-tooth and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sara, it's Randy. Be sure to dress somewhat fancy, but not too fancy. I'll see you at six." he said.

"Okay, see you then. Bye," I said and hung up. Well that didn't help anything... I still have no idea what to wear! I decided to call my best friend, Monica. "Momo, I need some help! I have a semi-formal date tonight and I have no clue what to wear."

"Sounds like a shopping trip to me," she said and laughed. She agreed to meet me at the mall, and we'd go shopping.

I waited at the food-court for about fifteen minutes before I spotted her. I ran to her and tackled her in a hug.

"Hey, I missed you too," she said and hugged me back. "So, tell me about him. Name, looks, hobbies, job?"

"Randy Orton, very tall, brown hair, grey/blue eyes, amazing tattoos all over his arms, wrestling, WWE Superstar."

"You're going on a date with Randy!" she yelled. I blushed and nodded. "Dude, besides your brother, he is the hottest superstar in the whole fucking company!" she gushed. She's always had the biggest crush on John. God knows why, he's such a goof-ball.

"Oh, yeah I know! He said to wear something fancy but not too fancy. So, what should I wear?" I asked.

"Pants or skirt?" she asked as we walked towards Wet Seal.

"Skirt or dress," I said. We shopped around until we saw a dress we both liked. It was a navy blue, strapless dress with a band of roses accentuating the waist. I got a black, short sleeve jacket to go with it. Also a pair of open toed heels and a necklace that had a dark silver bow on it. I finally had the perfect outfit. Monica and I drove back to my house and she helped me get ready. She slightly curled my hair for me as I put on my make-up. When I was finally finished I looked at my clock. 5:49. Perfect. I ran to my bathroom, sprayed on a little bit of Amber Romance perfume and brushed my teeth again. Monica left my room, probably to go find John. So I sat alone, waiting anxiously for Randy to knock on my door.

Finally, after ten long, never-ending minutes there was a knock. I opened the door slowly. But, I was sadly mistaken, it was John.

"Sara, you look hot. Guess what!" he said, he sounded as excited as a little school boy who just did finger painting in class.

"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed with him.

"Lover boy is waiting for you in the living room."

"Wow, John, wow." I brushed past him and slowly walked down the stairs. Randy was fidgeting with his tie, like it was the most unnatural thing for him to wear.

"Wow," I heard him mumble. I put on a cute smile and walked over to him. I loosened his tie and took it off.

"You don't have to wear this." He smiled at me and took my small hand in his and kissed it.

"You look amazing," he told me. I blushed and thanked him. He walked me out to John's truck and opened the door for me.

"Thanks," I said, his response was a bright smile. He ran around to the driver's side and climbed in. He started the truck and backed out of the drive way. He turned onto the street and we were off to dinner. It was dusk outside, the sun was still just barely peaking over the tree tops alongside the road. He pulled over and parked the truck next to a deserted park. There was a table in the middle of the park, surrounded by blooming oak trees. It had a picnic basket on top of it.

"I've lived here all my life and never been here before, how did you find it?"

"John, told me about it." Figures. John knows all the best date spots in town. He took my hand and led me to the table. He pulled my chair out for me, he was such a gentleman. "I thought I wouldn't be able to find a place other than a restaurant. But when John described this place, he made it sound almost as beautiful as you," Randy said as he opened the picnic basket and pulled out plates, cups, and silverware. I blushed at the compliment, but couldn't find any words to express my emotions.

"Randy, this is amazing," I told him as he looked into my eyes. We sat there, staring at each other for long minutes, until Randy remembered he was taking food out of the basket.

"I hope you like Italian." He pulled out two portions of lasagna. I smiled and nodded. John must've told him. We ate and talked about ourselves until it was dark out.

"Randy, it's getting dark." I looked up at they sky and saw the stars coming out. I smiled, I'd always liked night more than the day time.

"Wow, you're right. Come on, lets go back to the house." He packed up our picnic and set the basket in the bed of the truck. He opened the truck door for me and helped me in. He drove us back to the house. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked. I nodded and told him to put in a movie while I changed into my pajamas. When I got back to the family room Randy was sitting on the couch, waiting for me. He was in black Nike sweats and a gray t-shirt that was tight enough to show off his pecs and biceps. I felt a wave of arousal rush through me at just the sight of him. Keep control of yourself, Sara.

"What movie?" I asked him and I sat next to him on the couch.

"The Haunting in Connecticut. One of my personal favorites."

"Ah, a scary movie. You know if you wanted me to be closer all you had to do was ask," I said and smiled as I laid my head on his chest. I heard his breathy chuckle and felt his chest shake. He pressed play and the movie started. I snuggled close to him and rested my arm over his abs. Half way into the movie I felt his eyes on me. I looked up at him to find that it was true. "You're staring again, Randy."

"Sorry, I can't help it." Then he did something that surprised both of us. He quickly pressed his lips onto mine. At first I forgot what to do. Before I remembered he pulled away. "I-I'm sorry, Sara. I just... I don't know why I did that," he said and turned away from me. I placed my hand on his cheek and turned him back towards me. I pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss. I felt the tip of his tongue run along my lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips and his tongue teased mine to life. He sat up straight and wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I sighed into the kiss and felt him smirk. His other hand buried itself in my long brown hair, creating a deeper kiss, a more passionate kiss. Once we'd both pulled away we looked into each other's eyes. Right then, I don't know if he knew it, but I knew he was the one. I smiled, satisfied with the kiss and returned my head to his chest. His heart beat had quickened and become stronger. I smiled and he held me close as we fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.