A/N: Thank you for my reviews. At least I know two people are out there reading it. Happy Halloween
Once we arrived in Sydney it was just a beautiful as I could have imagined. It was magical, granted I couldn't really think about how pretty it was. All I could think about was Randy's lips on mine, I found myself tracing my lips missing the feeling of his lips on mine. I was grateful for Mark having an autograph signing as soon as we had landed leaving me to my thoughts in the hotel. I couldn't help but wish that I and Randy were on better terms; hell if we were we would be kissing right now. I was sitting outside smoking when I heard a knock on my door. I knew it wasn't John because he was busy in the gym. I put out my cigarette before walking and opening the door. My breath caught in my throat.
"Randy?" I got out barley. When did he make me feel this way? He was standing leaned up against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest "Jayden we need to talk." He said as he walked passed me. I closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked; all I needed was for Mark to walk in and find Randy here. "Sure what's up?" I asked tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I found myself biting my lip as I stared at him. I just couldn't help the fact that I would rather be kissing him then talking to him.
I could tell Randy was struggling with whatever he was thinking about. I sat on the bed hoping that this wouldn't be an awkward conversation between us. He took a deep breath before looking at me "I don't know what it is about you, but I find myself thinking about you 24/7 no matter what I am doing. I hate that about you. I hate that you are all I think about. I hate that I am sitting here fighting with myself about wanting to kiss you again. You're just a girl, I don't get why I am so hung up over you." He started out. I had to admit his words took me back a lot, I didn't see how much I was on his mind.
"I'm sorry Randy. What do you want me to do?" I asked getting up and walking closer to him, I really didn't know what he wanted me to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose, something he only did when he was irrarted. "I want you to get the fuck out of my head. Just disappear." He said harshly. I was biting back tears; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. He walked over grabbing me up off the bed, before I had time to think he was kissing me again. I didn't let myself think anything of it; I just let myself feel all the emotions running through me. I felt his hands go up to cup by face, this kiss was gentle not forceful like it was earlier.
He pulled back and looked at me. "I don't know what it is about you Jayden, but you're all I think about. You will end up being the death of me. You know that?" He whispered pressing our foreheads together. I took a deep breath trying to get my breathing under control and to make the room stop spinning. "What are we Randy? I mean you keep kissing me, so I am confused." I said looking into his ice blue eyes, but instead of them being cold they were soft and had something in them I had never seen before. "I want to be with you Jayden. I can't think about anything else." He told me, running his thumbs over my cheeks. I pulled back and walked over to the sliding glass door. "I know exactly what you mean." I whispered, as I continued to look outside. "But I don't know how to go about this. We have so much to talk about, so much to think about. We can't only think of ourselves, we have to think about our families." I said looking at him "When you say family, you mean your dad?" he smirked. "Pretty much." I said with a nod. "He's like every other dad who care about their daughter. He doesn't think that anyone is good enough for his daughter. ""That and he have never really liked me on a personal level." Randy said as he walked over to me, resting his chin on my shoulder. I closed my eyes when he was done talking. Normally, I would disagree with him, but in this case, I can't. He's right. While my dad does think Randy is good at wrestling, he doesn't like him on a personal level. Although, I never really knew why. He never really bothered to tell me why.
"You might be right." I whispered. "You're agreeing with me?" He questioned, astounded. "I am," I said with a nod, "you're right. While my dad says you're talented, he just doesn't like you." "I can't believe that you agree with me." I laughed at him as I turned around to face him. "I love my dad, but I'm not going to lie for him." He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my lower back. "Where does this leave us now? "He asked. "Stranded?" I smiled. "No seriously," he said with a smirk, "where does this leave us?" I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my head to his chest. "What do you want Randy?" "I want you. I want you when you're happy, sad, pissed, annoyed and all of that. In the mornings when I wake up, I want you to be in my arms." He had completely thrown me off guard. I didn't expect him to say all those things. He pretty much wanted a relationship with me.
I looked at the clock "Oh shit Mark will be here soon. You have to go. I need to think." I said pushing him towards the door. He had a shocked look on his face as he reached the door. "Let me take you somewhere tonight? Please?" He was asking me. I thought for a minute "Ok, Meet me in the lobby at 7?" I asked. He smiled leaned down and kissed me quickly. "I'll be there." He called over his shoulder. Great what did I just get myself into?