Woop Woop! Time for chapter 4. Omgee tomorrow me and a friend are going to see the WWE wrestling, I have a feeling I might try to tackle John Cena or Randy Orton. Lol how funny would that be. Well anyway here goes the story. ~Skye~

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Skyelaar arrived home after saying goodbye to Vince. Her day had been long and quite eventful, and it was her first day to none the less. She was happy to hear that the next city that they would be traveling to was going to be LA. She had always wanted to go there, but had never found the time to do it. Vince told her that they would be leaving for LA on Wednesday, giving her one more day in Chicago, before finally going on the road. She wasn't really scared per se, more like just a little nervous about being away from home, but she really liked the idea of traveling to a different place all the time. And she knew if she had any problems she could always go to Vince, or Stephanie, his daughter. She would never really be alone. Not to mention her self proclaimed night in shining armor, Randy Orton. She smiled at the thought, but then she wondered was Randy really sincere? Or was he doing this as some sick joke?

Skyelaar pushed the thought out of her head. " I need to learn to trust people." She said to herself. Finally growing to tired to even keep her eyes open, Skyelaar decided to turn in for the night. She flipped the lock on the door, and made her way into the bedroom. She laid down and before she knew it she was asleep.

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Skyelaar awoke in the morning to the bright sunlight streaming in through her window. She tried to ignore it, pulling the blanket up over her head. She knew she had to get up, and she would, eventually. Just moments later the sound of her phone pulled her out of a peaceful sleep. Skyelaar blindly searched for her phone. The light was to bright for her to even try to open her eyes, which probably would have made the search easier. She finally located her phone, and pressed the talk button.

"Hello." she answered sleepily.

Skyelaar's eyes slowly opened adjusting to the light.

"Hello Skye. How are you doing this morning?" Came Vince's voice.

Skyelaar blinked rapidly, trying to get her eyes to stay open. "Oh hi Vince. I'm good. And yourself?"

Vince propped his feet up on his desk. "I'm doing fine. I was just calling to remind you that the WWE is leaving for LA tomorrow. Just wanted to remind you."

Skyelaar walked out into the living room, and sat down on the couch. " Yea, I remembered. I just have to get all packed today and I'll be ready to go."

Vince smiled. "Good."

"Wait Vince. What tine would you like me to meet you at the arena?" Skyelaar just wanted to be sure that she had all the details before tomorrow.

Vince tapped his chin in thought. "Well most of the wrestlers have already gone down there. Just so they can have some free time before the next show, but I'll meet you tomorrow around 8:30 at the arena."

"Sounds good." Skyelaar answered.

"Good. So I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Skyelaar cleared her throat. "Yup, I'll be there."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Skyelaar hung up the phone, and then looked at the clock. She was shocked when she saw that the time on the clock read 2:00. She couldn't believe that she had slept that long, half of the day was already over. "Better get packing." she walked into her bedroom, and pulled a large suitcase put from under her bed. She began tossing pile after pile of clothes into the suitcase. After the bag was full Skyelaar looked up and saw even more clothes still in her closet. "How do theses people expect me to bring everything I need in just a few bags?" Skyelaar thought out loud. "They are insane."

After hours of packing, and making sure she had everything she needed, Skyelaar herd a light knock at her door.

" Who in the world could that be?" Skyelaar thought. Not many people usually knocked on her door and if they did she usually knew about it before hand. Skyelaar got up from her spot on the couch, making her way to the front door. Without even looking Skyelaar turned the knob, and pulled the door open. She wasn't to happy about being disturbed this late in the evening, and she was going to give whoever was at her door a piece of her mind.

" Listen it's late, I'm tired what in the fu…" Before Skyelaar could finish, she looked up into the amused blue-grey eyes of Randy.

Randy laughed. "So that's how it's going to be?"

Skyelaar ran a nervous hand thru her long dirty blonde hair. "No."

He laughed again. "Don't worry Skye I was just trying to give you a hard time."

Skyelaar laughed nervously. "Oh umm yea I knew that."

Skyelaar had no idea what Randy was still doing in Chicago, let alone her front door. How did he even know where she lived?

Skyelaar was tempted to call him a stalker, but thought better of it. "And why exactly are you here….at my front door?"

Randy smiled at her. "I was in the neighborhood."

"Try again." Skyelaar told him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Randy sighed. He knew that his little lie hadn't worked out to well. " Okay you caught me. I came to check up on you." Randy continued. "But in my defense Vince asked me to."

Skyelaar figured that Randy wasn't just, out of nowhere, walking around her neighborhood and said. "Oh hey I think this is Skye's house. This looks like a house Skye would live in." No it was very unlikely, so she went with the next logical possibility. He was, for whatever reason, checking up on her yet again.

"Wait Vince asked you to come to my house?" Skyelaar couldn't believe he would do something like this to her.

"Okay so maybe it was my idea a little."

Skyelaar laughed. This guy was to much. "And tell me Randy exactly how much is a little?"

Randy could tell that she was surprised that he was there, but not angry really. "Like 99.9% my idea."

Skyelaar couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was being. "Figures." Skyelaar felt horrible when she realized that they were still standing on her porch. She had completely forgot to invite him inside. "Randy you can come in. Sorry." Skyelaar smiled apologetically, and stepped side allowing a now soaking wet Randy Orton inside her house. She had completely forgot that it had been raining outside, and it obviously, by the looks of Randy, still was.

Randy stepped inside. His black shirt clinging to his muscles like a second skin, and his jet black hair standing straight up in little spikes.

She couldn't believe that even after being out in the pouring rain, this man was still gorgeous. "I'll go get you a towel." Skyelaar walked into the bathroom and came out with the only towel that was clean at the moment. It happened to be a princess towel that her sister had left after one of her many visits.

Skyelaar tried not to laugh at the look on his face when she handed him the towel. "Here."

Randy smiled cockily. "Your doing this to me on purpose. Aren't you?"

"Never." She smiled at him.

Randy grabbed the towel and examined it. " Men don't use pink frilly towels Skye." The seriousness showing on his face.

Skyelaar rolled her eyes at him. "Randy when your freezing to death does it really matter the color of the towel? Now your going to be a good little Legend Killer and dry off before you come any further into my house." Skyelaar held the towel out to him once more.

Randy crossed his massive arms in front of his chest and shook his head. "Nope."

If he wasn't going to do it himself, Skyelaar wouldn't hesitate to do it for him. There was one thing that was well known about Skyelaar, she wasn't shy. But knowing Randy he probably doubted that she would do it.

Randy was still standing there protesting when Skyelaar took the towel and dried off his arms. He looked at her, shock evident in his blue eyes. "Never been touched by a girl before, Randy?" Skyelaar laughed at his expression.

Randy blushed. "Umm…of course I have. I mean look at me." Randy stated running his free hand down his toned body.

Skyelaar giggled. "Of course what a silly question."

"Yes, yes it was." He smiled at her, his entire body became suddenly warmer when he felt her small hands run up and down his arm.

Skyelaar finished drying off his arm. "You're a big boy I think you can do this yourself." She smiled at him and walked back into the living room, throwing the towel at him.

Randy mumbled something before picking up the towel and running it over his head and face. His shirt was soaking wet, so he took it off and walked in the direction that Skyelaar went.

Skyelaar looked up from her book and her mouth suddenly became dry. Randy was standing in front of her with no shirt on. He was towel drying his short black hair.

Randy finished drying off his hair and looked down at Skyelaar. "You can pick your jaw up off of the floor now sweets." Randy flexed his muscles at her. "Where do you want me to put this?" He held the towel out to her.

"Very funny Randall." She grabbed it from him and made her way to the laundry room. Randy followed close behind her. Skyelaar threw the towel in the dryer. "Give me your shirt." she ordered. Randy did as he was told and passed his shirt over to her.

"Thanks Skye." Randy smiled at her, his blue-grey eyes sparkling.

"No problem at all Randy, sorry I made you stand out in the rain in the first place." She really did feel bad but Randy didn't seem phased in the least bit.

Skyelaar walked back into the living room, followed by Randy. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV hoping that there would be something half way decent on for once.

Randy sat down next to her, the heat from her body sending odd shivers down his spine. "Anything good on?"

Skyelaar looked over at him. "No as usual." She continued to talk. "Vince told me that most of the wrestlers have already left for LA. Why didn't you tag along?" Skyelaar questioned turning her attention back to the TV.

Randy coughed, probably as a result of being out in the freezing cold Chicago rain. "I don't know there isn't that much that interests me in LA, and plus most of the guys go early so they can have plenty of time to party and get girls, which I find so stupid. And plus I already have me a girl." Randy smirked.

Skyelaar raised a curios eyebrow. "Oh? And who might that be."

Randy laughed, causing Skyelaar to become more confused. "Well I'll give you a hint. She works with me and she happens to be sitting here on this couch with me." Randy smiled and waited for her reaction.

At first Skyelaar almost passed out, but she knew she had to keep it cool. " Randy Keith Orton you are such a liar." Skyelaar said playfully hitting him on the arm.

Randy laughed at her. "And what if I'm not lying?" He questioned her.

Skyelaar didn't really have an answer to that particular question, so she decided to do a complete 180 and change the subject. "So you wanna watch a movie?" Skyelaar asked.

Randy sighed maybe she didn't like him as much as he had hoped she did. "Sure. What movie?"

She tapped her chin in thought. "Good question. I'll go look." Skyelaar got up off of the couch and strolled over to the entertainment center, which held her expansive movie collection. She scanned the rows, searching for just the right movie. She finally found the one she wanted and popped it into the DVD player, before returning to sit next to Randy.

"What movie?"

"You'll see." Skyelaar smiled at him and the pressed play.

Randy couldn't stop laughing once the title of the movie came up on the screen. "Transformers? Really Skye?"

"Hey it's a good movie I mean who in their right mind doesn't want their very own giant robot." Skyelaar said, seeing Randy was quite amused.

Randy chuckled. "Well umm I don't."

"Well your obviously not in your right mind then buddy." Skyelaar laughed.

"What are you calling me crazy?" Randy questioned looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Maybe. And what are you going to do about it Rando? Skyelaar challenged.

Randy stood up from the couch and grabbed onto Skyelaar's arms pulling her up off the couch. "What am I going to do about it?" Randy effortlessly lifted Skyelaar up off the floor and slung her over his shoulder.

Skyelaar screamed and hit Randy on the back. A tear rolled down her cheek and her stomach hurt from laughing so hard. "Randy Orton put me down!" She screamed, trying to wiggle free.

Randy didn't release his hold on her. "Take back calling me crazy and maybe we can talk." Randy teased.

"Or you put me down right now before I hurt you."

Randy chuckled. "Yea I'd like to see you try little girl."

Skyelaar began to tickle Randy, causing his grip to loosen. She finally got out of his grasp and ran behind the couch. "Told you I could get out."

"But that's not fair you tickled me." Randy whined.

"Aww poor baby Randy doesn't like being tickled." Skyelaar stuck out her bottom lip mocking him.

"Make fun all you want but just remember I know where you live."

Skyelaar acted shocked. "Gasp are you threatening me Randy?"

"Never sweets." He smiled widely at her. He had only been at her house for about an hour or so and he was already not wanting to leave.

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Skyelaar and Randy continued to watch the Transformers movie. When the movie was over Randy looked down and saw Skyelaar was asleep. She looked so peaceful, he was almost afraid to breath. Not wanting to wake her up, Randy gently moved her head from his lap, and then proceeded to pick her limp body up off of the couch. He carried her into her bedroom and laid her on her bed before turning off the light and walking out of the room.

"I wonder what she would say if I stayed here?" Randy thought to himself. It was already reaching 2:00 am and Randy didn't know if he wanted to drive back to the hotel. But then he thought that it was better if he didn't. he didn't want whatever they had between them to be ruined. Randy retrieved his shirt from the dryer and wrote her a quick note explaining his absence, before walking outside toward his car.

A Few Minutes Later…

Skyelaar stirred in her sleep and finally awoke when she realized that she was no longer laying on Randy's lap, but was in her own bed.

Skyelaar smiled to herself. She knew Randy was a good guy, but how she felt about him had changed dramatically over the past few hours that they had spent together. Skyelaar threw on a pair of red pajama pants and a black tank top. She walked out into the living room. She secretly hoped that she would find Randy out there sitting on the couch watching TV, but she wasn't to sure since she didn't know how long she had been asleep. When she entered the living room she was disappointed to find it empty. But sitting on the table on front of the couch she saw a piece of paper. She had no idea what it was so she went over to the table and picked it up. She opened up the note and began to read it…

Skye,

I had a great time, but next time I'm choosing the movie. So I'll be seeing you at the arena tomorrow. P.S do you know you snore? =p

Love,

Randy.

Skyelaar held the note close to her chest and smiled. Randy was going to kill her with all of his kindness. Skyelaar, with the note still clutched to her chest, laid down on the couch and left much needed sleep overcome her.