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A/N: Some of you may recognise this. I can't remember my password for my other account (missfxckingwhatever) and the e-mail I used for it, so I just decided to re-post it, with an added chapter...good eh?
Chapter One.
I felt my mouth take on that of a goldfish. I was almost famed for my no holds barred interviews with the rich and famous, my secret? I had no bloody idea who they were and therefore didn't really care if I offended them, generally though they weren't too bothered. Shame really. But this guy I recognised, in fact I'd even been known to call him 'hot', and so the few shy brain cells I had started to kick in. 'First step Kerry: close mouth' I told myself. I managed to produce what I hoped was a nice-ish smile. He grinned back. "You look as lonely as I do" he commented "mind if I join you?" he asked. I shook my head no.
"Go ahead" I said rather clearly. Go team. He slid in the booth opposite me and a waiter promptly made his way over.
"A beer and whatever the lady would like"
"Make that two then" I said "thank you" I smiled again, what was this smiling business? I felt like bloody Barbie… only I wasn't blonde. I know what I mean. He held his hand out; I stared at it for a while. Classy, eh? I took it and shook in what was, I hoped, a firm yet warm handshake.
"I'm John" he offered, I nodded slowly the remembered normally in these situations you returned the gesture.
"Kerry" I replied.
"You're not from round here?" he asked taking a swig of his beer. I shook my head.
"Nope, I'm not a native. I'm from England and I moved here about two years ago." I grinned at him.
"And do you often sit on your own in bars?" he questioned, I laughed softly.
"No, I'm waiting for my friends. They're coming over for two weeks and I'm meeting them here" he nodded, I think I'll leave out the fact that we're going to Wrestlemania and that they all know exactly who he is. "So John, why are you here on your own?" I questioned
"I'm waiting for a friend." he nodded, I smiled "Randy" he added quickly. I nodded again "We don't get to hang out that often so when we're in the same place we get together and go out for the night"
"I know that one" I took a swig of my beer.
"So what do you do?" he asked
"I'm a journalist" I smiled. "I would ask you but its a bit obvious" I laughed to myself.
"I know. What can I say?" he shrugged "you did a good job at being discrete though" I grinned at him.
"It's my job. And I wasn't entirely truthful with you" might as well warn him before the rabble appeared because if my calculations were correct it would be any minute now and I doubt he'd appreciate a gang of wrestling geeks descending upon him whilst he's trying to enjoy his beer.
"How?" he looked confused like I'd forgotten to mention I was an axe murderer or something.
"Well the reason my friends are visiting now is because they really wanted an excuse to go to Wrestlemania" he grinned.
"Cool and they're coming now?" I nodded.
"Feel free to leave whilst you still can" I nodded towards the door. He shook his head and had this weird look on his face, almost mischievous if I didn't know better.
"No I got a better plan, how 'bout we pretend that we're together. It'll be a hoot. Plus Randy just walked in and if we can fool him then it should work" I had about two seconds to decide on this and hey it would be a laugh. How often do you get to pretend you're 'with' a hot guy, and a WWE Superstar at that? I nodded.
"Aight" he stood to wave to Randy who started to make his way over and upon sitting back down sat next to me, his arm clamped firmly round my shoulders, I tensed at first but soon relaxed. There's something comforting about having a big guy put his arm next to me, okay well just any guy. I wasn't unlucky with guys but I wasn't on a constant string of dates either. "Just play along" he muttered and grinned Randy sat opposite us and smiled.
"Hi" he said. "I don't believe we've met" he half glared at John.
"Kerry" I replied "and you are?"
"Randy, Randy Orton" I knew perfectly well who the hell he was but it was too much fun letting him think I didn't.
"So you're the infamous Randy, nice to meet you at last" I tried to hide my laughter by having a coughing fit. "Sorry" I said as best I could when I'd regained my composure. I reached for my beer and offered him a smile which he returned. Nice boy this Randy I thought.
"So you've heard of me then? All good I hope" he replied
"Of course. If I didn't know this boy was good in bed I would swear you were a couple" I smirked and I felt John tense next to me. I was unsure if I'd said the wrong thing; I risked a glance in his direction and saw him smirking. So I was okay on that front. Randy looked slightly shocked then laughed.
"Well at least you know she's not with you for your money" he joked
"No, just the sex that makes me feel so much better" John retorted
"So Johnny boy, how long have you been keeping this little lovely quiet?" Randy asked throwing a wink in my direction.
"A while" John replied slyly. I smiled and leant into him a bit more and he planted a kiss on my head. Oh my we were good at this. I heard a loud ruckus and looked round to see a group or people walk into the bar a group who looked familiar. I clambered over John and ran over, losing all my dignity on the way. I hugged my two girlfriends first; Kim and Rosie (or B-Man, Munch she's a girl with many nicknames), then my boys, ha I have boys, Matt, Math (two different people both look the same. Confusing? Yup) Tom and Greg. We all used to get together and watch the PPV at Matt's house with his huge TV, it was fun and that way we only had to pay for one. It worked out lovely.
"So are you the loser sat on their own?" Greg asked a grin on his face
"No" I replied, "I'm with my boyfriend and his friend" I grinned
"When did this happen?" Math asked who was always concerned for my single-ness.
"We kept it quiet but a while ago, he's over here" I led the way to the booth and squeezed in beside John who scooted round so we could all fit. I've never seen so many jaws drop at once.
"You…and…him" Tom managed to say, we nodded
"That's what I thought" Randy added
"And holy fuck that's Randy Orton" Math turned to his right and grinned "Aight man" they all grinned at me.
"Well Kez you kept this quiet" Kim remarked a sly grin on her face.
"You know me." I shrugged softly and let my hand slide onto John's leg, he kissed my head. Damn we're good at this shit.
"Should we just leave now?" Math asked, I laughed.
"No we'll be good, well he will be" I grinned at John who attempted to pout "So how was the flight?" I asked
"Good" Tom said with a grin.
"What shithead means by good is that there was turbulence and only he slept at all meaning we're all knackered, and the food was shite" Rosie said, her and Tom had had a relationship when we were younger and ever since he hadn't given her a reason for the split she'd took to calling him shithead and other abusive names.
"Fine but I enjoyed it." Tom retorted.
"So" Kim said changing the subject "what's the plan for this afternoon? 'Cause I for one wouldn't mind a few hours sleep then meeting up for a night out later?" I nodded
"Yeah if that's what you want" I finished off my beer and we stood up. "I'll meet you at your hotel in the lobby at say um 8. It's 3 now." They all nodded and after the customary hugs we departed.
