Randy and I walked back to the room. I almost passed out in the hallway.
"Go to bed, it's late." Randy spoke roughly. He patted me on the head and lightly pushed me toward the bed. I crawled onto it and closed my eyes, though I couldn't fall asleep. About 20 minutes later, I heard someone at the door. I pretended to sleep. I listened intently on the conversation in the other room.
"So are you just going to sleep with him ever two years? This kid tears you apart Randy!" I hear distressed yelling.
"It's nothing. He's a free fuck and he screams like a bitch. I will fuck him whenever I want."
"That's not fair to anyone Randy! You were a wreak after we left two years ago-"
"Could that have nothing to do with the fact that I was worried about you! I destroyed you in the ring!"
"I'm just saying-"
"Don't. We are leaving for Europe next month. That will be the end of this little fling. Leave, Ted."
"Why? Is something wrong with him? Is he mean to you? Did he hurt you're feelings?" Ted words became spiteful and sarcastic.
"I don't hang out with twinks. He thinks there's something more than there is. Leave." I got out of the bed and sat by the wall separating the two rooms, in tears.
"Why are you doing this? You can have anyone you want! Why are you toying with some kid who actually thinks you're a decent person?"
"He different. He doesn't care that I'm famous. I hate ring rats. And that's all I get. Leave"
I stuck my head around the corner and into the main room. Randy was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Ted looked over and saw me, I squeaked and dipped back into the room.
"Your twink is listening. Good night, Randy."
I heard the door slam.
Moments of silence passed.
"You can come out here." I didn't move.
More silence.
"Ok, get out here!" I scurried to my feet and walked a couple feet into the room. He gestured me to sit in the chair across from him.
I sat quickly and avoided eye contact.
I knew he didn't really like me. I was just a boy.... just a kid.
"I'm sorry." I murmured.
He chuckled. "I said feel nothing for you and you're sorry?"
"I just-"
Randy shushed me. "I was being truthful to Ted. You are different. That's why I came back." I didn't have to see you again."
I stared intently at the floor.
"But we can't keep doing this." He got up and walked over to me, on his knees. "I want you to forget about me."
"No." I stated harshly, feeling the tears return.
"Yeah I thought that's what you'd say."
Tears landed on the plush red carpet.
"Hey," he moved closer to me, cupping my cheek. "This was never going to last. We live in two different worlds."
I nodded. How could I even be of the same species as Randy Orton. He was a god among gods. I was just a kid...
He captured my lips once again, as to say good bye. I stood up and walked out the door. I strode down to the elevator and reached into my pocket for my phone. I wrapped my fingers around the cold hard plastic and jerk it up to my eye level. I noticed a small piece of paper flutter to the ground when I opened it. I looked around, no one was in the halls. I leaned over to pick it up. The paper read:
'Forever and Never. Love, Randy.'
I laughed.