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In this chappie you're going to find out why John is acting like he is . . . bring out the tissues. :P

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Chapter 8 – Reasons

"Look Randy, I don't know how many times I've got to tell you, you look gorgeous!" Nikki told the dark haired man in hers and Skye's hotel room.

"You sure?" He asked nervously.

"Yes! God, who'd have thought that the arrogant, cocky Randy Orton would ever question someone about how good he looks?" Nikki replied grinning.

"Believe me Nik, I'm not usually like this. It's just Skye, there's something about her that just makes me . . ."

"Nervous?" Nikki asked, still with a smug grin on her face.

The Legend Killer had no time to answer as the bathroom door swung open to reveal an extremely gorgeous Skye in a gold, strapless dress with loosely curled hair.

"Wow, you look . . . wow." Randy stuttered, causing Nikki to laugh out loud.

Skye gave her a confused look as she knew nothing about their conversation but Nikki just shrugged it off.

"You ready?" Randy asked.

"Sure am." The blonde replied grinning then walking over to him and linking arms.

"Have fun guys!" Nikki shouted as she watched them walk down the corridor.

"Thanks!" They both shouted back in unison.

The brunette let out a sigh as she closed the door, she had yet another night to spend by herself but this time, she wasn't going to enjoy it. Boredom had already began to take over her so instead of eating all the junk food she could muster and watching some Japanese film on the television, she decided to go for a walk around the hotel . . .

After reaching the lobby without seeing anybody, she spotted a familiar face over on one of the sofas.

"Hey Jeff." She said brightly as she walked over to him.

"Hey Nikki, how are you?"

"I'm okay, bored but yeah . . . what about you?"

"I'm major bored." The rainbow haired man replied with a sigh.

"Well, you could come back to my room and we could watch movies or something if you'd like? Unless of course, you don't want to." Nikki replied.

"I'd love to . . . as long as I'm choosing." Jeff told her grinning.

"Deal." She replied before walking back over to the elevator, the rainbow haired warrior by her side.

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Meanwhile . . .

"You okay Randy? You seem distant . . . " Skye eventually built up the courage to say.

They were on there second date in an extremely flash restaurant, everything was perfect apart from the fact that Randy was acting like he didn't want to be there, like his mind was somewhere else.

"Err yeah . . . I'm sorry Skye, I've just got so much on my mind right now." He replied, picking at his food.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" The blonde asked concerned.

"You sure? I don't wanna bore you."

"Of course I'm sure." Skye replied, wrapping her tiny hand over his huge one, barely covering half of it.

"Okay well . . . it's John."

"John?" The woman asked confused.

"Promise me that you won't tell anyone, not even Nikki, about what I'm going to tell you." The Legend Killer told her seriously.

"I promise." Skye replied, still confused.

Randy let out a sigh before contemplating on how he was going to tell her what was on his mind.

"3 months ago, John was engaged."

"Wow . . . what happened?" The blonde asked, shocked.

"One night after Raw him and his fiancée, Ella, where driving up to Massachusetts to tell his family about their engagement. They were driving around a bend when a car came out of nowhere, some drunk driver doing 100mph . . . John can't remember what happened after that, all he can remember is waking up in the hospital." Randy finished in a sad tone.

"Randy . . . " Skye replied quietly, squeezing his hand as she didn't know what to say. "What . . . what happened to Ella?" She finally built up the courage to ask.

"It's a natural instinct for the driver to pull away from the car, meaning that John swerved his way . . . Ella's side of the car got hit, she died instantly."

Skye had tears in her eyes just from hearing the story, she felt so guilty at how she had acted towards John when he had been through so much. She had no idea what to say or do next, she just squeezed Randy's hand even tighter.

"It took him a while to sort himself out, for a while he kept blaming himself because he swerved his way. But, eventually he started to realise that he had to get on with his life, he started to get better . . . that was until he met Nikki." Randy replied.

"I don't understand, what did Nikki do?" The blonde asked, now more confused than ever.

"She looks like Ella and when I say looks like, I mean REALLY looks like, if you didn't know both you'd think one was the other." Randy replied.

"I feel so bad Randy. All this time I was horrible to John because of how he was treating Nikki, yet the only reason he's doing it is because . . . "

"He likes her . . . since you two came along he's just acting completely different. He's pushing himself so hard to try and take his mind off the accident, to forget about it all, that's why he's treated Nikki so bad, that's why he was with that other girl on our last date. He doesn't want to be reminded of everything, he doesn't want to get hurt again and that's what he thinks is going to happen if he lets Nik in."

"But all he's doing is hurting Nikki in the process."

"I know babe but you've gotta understand, this is hard for him." Randy replied, now back to picking at his food.

"Yeah I know . . . if only someone could just get him to realise that Nikki isn't Ella." Skye told him, now also eating her food again.

"If only . . . " Randy replied, an idea popping into his head.

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"Look Skye, you don't have to do it now." Randy told her as they reached the hotel.

"No Randy, I want to get it over and done with. The quicker I tell him, the quicker he'll clean up his act. It'll be better for all of us." The blonde replied as they walked through the lobby.

"Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" He asked.

"Of course, obviously it's making you unhappy, Nikki is the most miserable I've ever seen her . . . it's for the best." She told the 6'4" man as they reached the elevator, climbing inside.

As Randy's room was on the second floor, it only took a matter of mere seconds to reach.

"Okay well, thank you Skye. It means a lot to me that you're doing this." Randy told her as the doors opened up.

"You're welcome Randy, thank you for tonight . . . I'll come and see you tomorrow to let you know how it goes, okay?" The blonde asked.

"Okay." The Legend Killer replied with a small smile before moving in and placing a soft, passionate kiss on her lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Randy told her as he walked out of the elevator.

"Yeah . . . cya." Skye replied with a smile, until the doors closed shut and she made her way up to the fourth floor, room 437.

Skye reached the room Randy had given her and slightly knocked on the door. A few moments later a sleepy JC opened it up, rubbing his eyes.

"What do you want?" He asked annoyed at the fact that he had been woken by her.

'Look John, can you just lose the act for a minute please? I came to talk to you about . . . ahh damn it, I know the reason why you're acting like this." Skye told him sympathetically.

"Who told you?" John asked quickly.

"Randy . . . but please, please don't be mad at him. He's just worried about you John . . ." The blonde replied, placing a comforting hand on his arm, which he brushed away quickly.

"So you woke me up to tell me you knew about the accident? Great." He replied sarcastically, before beginning to shut the door.

"No John, wait . . ." Skye began, pushing on the door so he re-opened it. "Look, I know that the reason you're treating Nikki so bad is because she looks like Ella. She might look like her John but I assure you, they are two completely different people who probably only ever had one thing in common. Do you know what that one thing is?" She asked.

"No." John replied quietly, shaking his head.

"They both cared for you John. Nikki cares about you more than you can imagine, even after you've treated her like this. I'm sure she'll still be willing to give it a go, that's if you decide to. It's up to you in the end John but I just wanted you to know that Nikki is nobody but her and believe me when I say, she wouldn't hurt you for the world." Skye finished with a reassuring smile before walking away and taking the elevator to the third floor.

Flinging her hotel door room open in exhaustion, Skye was shocked when she spotted Nikki, along with company, sat on her bed.

"Jeff . . . " The blonde said, shocked.

"Oh hey Skye, have a nice time?" He asked politely.

"Yes thank you . . . it looks like you have too." She replied raising an eyebrow.

"Err yeah, me and Jeff were both bored so we decided to watch movies, it's been fun." Nikki grinned.

"Yeah it's been great but I really should get going, we have an early flight in the morning." The man said standing up.

"Damn, I forgot about that." Nikki replied yawning.

"We're doing this again, yeah?" Jeff asked.

"Of course!" Nikki replied smiling.

"Okay well I'll see ya soon." He replied, giving both girls a goodbye grin before seeing himself out.

Skye raised her eyebrow at her best friend as soon as he had left.

"What?" The brunette asked, confused.

Skye just shook her head before walking in to the bathroom to get changed for bed. She knew that she and Randy had told Nik to try things with Jeff but now that there was an explanation to the whole John situation, she wished that she hadn't spoken at all.

She knew her best friend well enough to know that she wouldn't have changed her mind about Jeff not being her type that fast . . . she was doing it to get back at John.

"She wouldn't hurt you for the world, my ass." The blonde mumbled to herself, annoyed at what she had told John.