The morning after I woke up and rolled over onto my side. My first thoughts were:
Okay, were am I today?

And then I remembered that I was at my Aunt's house in Jersey. I laid in the bed for awhile thinking. God I miss him.

I clutched the pillow and let out a loud sigh. I was never lucky with love. I know I've had trouble with love but the one time that it actually seemed so right, it went so wrong.

I guess Randy and I were destined to fail from the start. Fate didn't want us to be together and we tried to go against it and look at us now.

Even with all of this drama, I couldn't see myself without Randy in my life. Whether it was traveling on the road with him, to watching him in the ring, to the late night phone calls where we wished that St. Louis and Stamford weren't so far, it was a part of my life that I loved.

Sure, we've only been together for seven months but I loved him so much.

This was the longest I'd gone without seeing or hearing from Randy.

And most of it was my fault.

So why don't you just call him?

And I just didn't know the answer. Part of me wanted him to pay for the way he made me feel on Valentine's Day. He hurt me and I felt like he didn't love me no matter how much he said it because actions do speak louder than words. I wanted to teach him a lesson. And the other part of me yearned to hear his voice.
I lazily snatched my phone off of the nightstand. I flipped it open and pressed speed dial #2.

'Call Randy?' my phone asked. I hesitated. I wanted to but I didn't want to. Just to hear his voice, I sighed again.

I knew I missed him so badly but I didn't want to put up with the bullshit that he was putting me through. I snapped my phone shut.

I noticed that I had a new voicemail messages so I decided to check them.

"Message one: Hey babe, it's me. I see you obviously don't want to talk to me so I'll do the talking. It's two in the morning and I can't sleep because I need you and I need to know if you're okay. Don't do this to me, baby. You're pissing me off just answer the phone…I love you, babe…byeBEEP"

"Mommy, Alexandria has a boyfriend who's so bangin" Keyshia quipped as I strolled into the kitchen. I wrinkled my nose at Keyshia. Thanks for spilling my secret, cuz.

"Good morning, Dria" my Aunt said giving me a hug. She turned back to the stove where she was making pancakes.

"Morning" I mumbled rubbing my eyes.

"Did you speak to your B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D?" Keyshia asked.

"No" I kissed Kiara's forehead. "Morning, Kia"

"Morning" she smiled.

"Why don't you call your B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D?" Keyshia asked putting down plates of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"Why are we S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G?" my Aunt asked.

"Cuz of K-I-A-R-A" Keyshia said sitting down.

"You spelled my name" Kiara said her light brown eyes wide. "K-I-A-R-A. Kiara! That's me"
"That's very good, Kia" I said.

"Anyway, Mommy Alex's boyfriend you won't believe"
"Do I know him?" Auntie Pat asked taking her seat at the table. "Say grace, darling"
"Grace" Keyshia laughed. Her mother gave her 'the look'. 'The look' is what all parents give their kids when they have had enough. Keyshia laughed nervously. "You said say grace…so I did"

"Keyshia you're acting like a smart ass…like when I was your age" her mother said with a laugh.

"Dear Lord, we thank you for this food." Keyshia said quickly. She looked to her mother for approval. "Amen."

"Amen" we all said.

"Anyway, he's a wrestler" Keyshia smiled pouring orange juice. "Guess Mommy"
"A wrestler?" my aunt asked the expression on her face read disgust.

"Yes." I answered. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Oh no, darling it's just that-"

Oh god, here we go, I thought drinking my glass of orange juice.

"Mommy wants him to be a doctor or a lawyer or an executive" Keyshia explained rolling her eyes.

"No that's not it, darling…" My aunt said. "As long as you're happy"
"Mommy its Randy Orton" Keyshia said in between bites of food.

"I don't know which one that is" My aunt said with a confused look on his face.
"The hot one…remember I met him with Kristen. I showed you the pics, Ma" My Aunt paused and looked blankly into space.

"Oh yes…know I know" my Aunt said. I knew something was up. She didn't like the fact that I was dating a wrestler. She began to stir her tea slowly. "What happened to that actor you used to work for?"
That actor was Christian Brooks, the cockiest British-import son of bitch that thought he was going to be a mega star in the states. I was his publicist and ended up as girlfriend during a vacation in Malibu. We're we in love? Hell no we were in lust. Plus he cheated on me with a fashion super-model and I found out he had a new flame though a tabloid I saw in the supermarket. He just seduced me with his piercing green eyes and British accent. So as you can see work/date relationships aren't new to me.

"His show got cancelled so he didn't need a publicist anymore" I shrugged. And he got on the next plane back to England and that was the last time I saw him. The last time I heard him was a three minute phone conversation when he called me for my birthday last year. He told me that he booked a flight for me to come to his estate in Wales for my birthday. He told me all the sweet things like, "I miss you, darling…" and "be a dear and come visit me, love, and we'll have a simply marvelous time" I declined. He got pissed and hung up and that was it. Because apparently, no one insults Britain's sexiest man alive, Christian Brooks.

"Oh…" she said with a nod.
"Problem, Mommy?" Keyshia asked. "…is it because Randy's a wrestler, Mommy?" Her mother shot her a glare.

"Alexandria don't listen to your cousin. I'm happy for you and you can bring Ryan-" My aunt said.

"Randy" I corrected.

"To visit anytime" she finished.

"And soon!" Keyshia added. "And bring John too!"
I sighed. It was bad enough that my Aunt didn't approve of Randy.

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"So how do you feel Lex?" Keyshia asked as we sat in McDonalds in the mall, later that afternoon. Kiara played with her Happy Meal toy.

"I dunno" I said eating some fries. She sipped her milkshake.

"Talk to me, darling I'm your psychiatrist" Keyshia said with a british accent. I laughed. "I sound like Mommy's therapist"
"Mommy's what?" Kiara asked looking up.

"Mommy's nothing Kia, what do you say when you interrupt someone's conversation?"
"Excuse me" she said.

"You sound like Auntie" I said. Keyshia's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, no! I'm becoming her! Soon I'll sip tea and only wear Ralph Lauren and Burberry and drive that boring Jaguar…" she bawled. "But back to me being your shrink…"
"Don't need a shrink, Key" I shrugged.

"Well you have one…tell me…" she said pensively. "What is John Cena's number?"

"Shrinks don't ask that, stupid"

"This one does" she pointed out while dunking her chicken nugget into her barbecue sauce.
"Better ask another question" I said.

"How do you feel after last night, now that it's the morning after?" she asked. I thought about it, last night was like an end to another chapter of my life. Maybe I needed to do that in order to really move on.

"I feel good…like a…weight has been lifted off of my shoulder" I explained before biting my Quarter Pounder.

"I see…" Keyshia said like a fortune teller/ psychic. "Like seeing Damon and speaking with him for the first time in years has helped you in a way"
Was this my cousin Keyshia, a seventeen year old, telling me this? She sounded like professional psychiatrist who's been doing this for years.
"Yeah…like it's reminded me how much I love Randy" I said. "I rejected my first love, Key, for Randy. I think that proves something to myself. If I didn't love him I would have been with Damon right now getting married…" I looked at Keyshia in awe. I just realized something so important.
"See?" she smiled with satisfaction. "I'm good"

"Oh my god…" I said in disbelief. "How did you get that out of me?"
"I watch Oprah" she nodded, we laughed. "But I'm not done yet"
"You're not?"
"Nope, you say that Randy's your boyfriend and that you love him a lot but I haven't seen you on the phone once since you've been here" she said. I stayed hushed. "What happened?"
"Nothing happ-" she shot me a skeptical look. I knew she didn't believe me. "Alright, okay, we got into a fight"
"That's normal" she shrugged. "What about?"
"Well Stacy-"
"Keibler?" she questioned.
"Yeah" I said. I told her about everything from the whole 'losing the baby' thing all the way up to Valentine's Day.

"What a bitch" she said finally.

"Oooo you said a bad word" Kiara said her brown eyes wide.

"I said beach Kia" Keyshia told her little sister.

"No you didn't"
"If I took you for ice cream later you won't tell Mommy what I said, right?" Kiara nodded.

"Yes" she smiled.

"So anyway" she turned her attention back to me. "That's why you're not speaking to him?"
"Yep"
"That sucks" she sighed.

"Tell me about it" I shrugged.
"If he's sorry you should forgive him, I mean come on, and he's Randy Orton"

"Key did you not hear what I just told you?"
"Yeah I'm sitting here, duh"
"What if your boyfriend Jack-" I began.

"Jarell" she corrected.
"Whatever." I shrugged.

"Hey!"
"What if he kept on leaving you to go see his ex all the time and you were being played second fiddle?" I asked.

"I would curse his punk ass-"
"Oooh!" Kiara said pointing at her sister.

"Ash! I said ash" Keyshia explained quickly. She sighed frustrated. "I wouldn't be mad as hel-heck mad as heck"
"Bingo"

"So when are you going to see him?" she asked.

"Next Saturday"
"Oh, where's smackdown gonna be?"
"England"
"That's hot, so when you see Randy…?"

"Whatever happens…happens, Key" I shrugged.

"So what are you going to do?" she asked.
I thought about it and I didn't know what I was going to do. I would see Randy in England and that was it and we would take it from there.

"I guess I'll just have to wait and see…"

And I couldn't wait to see him.

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