Hi everyone, sorry for the delay and sorry for how short this is. I'm having a hard time deciding what I want to do with this story. SO..it might be going on hiatus for a little while. But, I'm working on another Randy story and I'm having a good time writing my Ted Dibiase Jr story and hell I might even throw in a Cody fic just so I have the whole Legacy trio! So I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because it might be the last one for awhile, or until I get some inspiration. Thanks for reading and please review!
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Randy rolled over and hoped the clock would read a time that was acceptable to get up. He'd spent the whole night tossing and turning. He'd even watched infomercials and was a little tempted to buy the 'slap chop' even though he didn't cook. He was relieved to see the numbers 7:26 and rolled off of the bed. He tip toed down the stairs, not wanting to wake John who along with not being able to walk without stomping was also a very light sleeper. He flipped the light on in the kitchen and sat at the table. He needed to eat but the very thought of food made him want to puke. He tapped his fingers on the table and sighed heavily. Since John was going out for lunch he knew he could get a couple of hours of sleep, but he didn't care about sleep. He'd spent many hours the night before thinking about Tinsley. She was coming to pick John up and he wondered if she would get out and knock or if she would just honk the horn to signal her arrival. He hoped she would just honk because he feared that if he saw her he might break down to tears, and Randy Orton, does not cry.
"Hey man, what's for breakfast?" John asked
Randy snapped his head up from the table and glanced at the clock on the oven. It said 9:00am. He'd fallen asleep at the table.
"Whatever you make for yourself." Randy said stretching his arms over his head and moaning a little.
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* A Few Hours Later*
Tinsley sat at the end of the road gripping the steering wheel harder than she ever had. She had three minutes before she was late picking up John, she was two minutes away from where John was, and she was about a minute away from throwing up. It had been a mistake telling John she'd pick him up. She hadn't gone to Randy's house since the split, hell she avoided even driving by the subdivision. Her cell phone chirping in the passenger seat distracted her long enough to stop thinking about throwing up. John's name flashed on the screen, Tinsley pressed the green button to take his call.
"Hey Tinsy, where are you at?"
"Hey John. Oh, I'm almost there. In fact, I just pulled onto the street. You'll be waiting outside right?" Tinsley asked putting the car in drive and easing back onto the road.
"Yes, relax I won't make you come to the door." John said with a slight chuckle.
"See you in a minute."
Tinsley's breath caught in her throat when she pulled in the driveway. The house looked exactly the same, it even looked empty since Randy always parked in the garage. Much to her chagrin John was not outside. She reached for her phone but before she could dial his number the door swung open. A gasp escaped from her lips as she looked behind John and saw Randy. He was standing at the door, waiting to close it behind John. She took in what she could of him from her very short and obstructed view. He was still tall, he still had tattoos, and he was still, of course, gorgeous. Tinsley shook her head and plastered a smile on her face as John climbed in her car.
"Fuck, I hate your tiny car." John moaned.
"Oh it's so nice to see you too!" Tinsley exclaimed.
"Shut up, you're looking as beautiful as ever." John said leaning over and hugging her tightly.
"Thanks, you look handsome yourself." Tinsley said shifting into gear and speeding away from the house.
Randy watched her car drive away and craned his neck to see her car until it was no longer humanly possible. He'd gone to the door on purpose, to get a look at her and he had succeeded. Now he wished he'd stayed on the couch. He hadn't got a great look but from what he could see she was just as beautiful as ever. He didn't know what he had expected but some evil piece of him wanted her to be a mess. But he knew that was damn near impossible, she had always been strong, stronger than him really. He wondered if she even missed him like he missed her. He assumed that she didn't since he'd been so awful to her.
Randy yelled loudly, punched a pillow on the sofa, threw the pillow off of the sofa, and collapsed on the sofa. He yawned and told himself that the moisture in his eyes was from the yawn, and not the large crack in his heart.
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Tinsley loved John, and in an alternate universe she would have been happy to date him. But ever since they'd met she'd thought of him as the brother she never had. They spent the whole lunch laughing and joking but when dessert came John got suddenly very serious.
"So, Tinsley, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine, it was hard at first but everything is falling into place now." Tinsley said knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"It's hard for him too." John said scooping the ice cream into his spoon and licking it clean. He rarely indulged in sweets but Tinsley had persuaded him.
"Yeah." Tinsley said. She wanted to roll her eyes and pretend to hate Randy but hearing John say he that had softened her heart a little. She guessed she would always have some sort of feelings for him.
"Seriously, he's been a nervous wreck since we've been here."
"Why?" Tinsley asked picking the cherry off of the sundae and popping it in her mouth.
"He's scared he's going to see you."
Tinsley felt her stomach jerk. It was just like him to have the same fear as her.
"Why? I won't claw his eyes out or anything. I don't even have nails." Tinsley said holding out her hands and laughing, hoping she could lighten the mood. John just smiled.
"Tinsley, he's still in love with you."
Tinsley scoffed, and rolled her eyes.
"John, I hope you didn't come here to play match maker, because it's not happening. It's over."
"Of course I didn't." John said letting out a laugh of his own. He patted Tinsley's hand and gave her a smile, he had just lied to her. He was going to get Randy and Tinsley back together if it was the last thing her ever did. He couldn't take much more of Randy's moping and he wanted to see his best friends back together.