Chapter 18: Easy Morning
Randy's POV
I wake up and instantly see the gray clouds in the sky through the window, a telltale sign that another storm was coming today.
"How many storms are we going to have in this vacation?" I mumble incoherently as I wipe the sleep from my eyes just as a rumble of thunder echoes throughout the area.
"Well . . . it is tropical storm season here in the Caribbean after all."
I look to my left to see Amanda sitting up in the bed with her laptop open on her lap and her headphones over her ears.
"How long have you been up?" I ask her as I sit up and lean my back against the bedpost.
"About an hour and a half now." she tells me with a small smirk as she turns her attention back to her laptop.
"What are you watching?" I ask her curiously as I cross my arms against my chest.
"A video of an old Raw segment from the time when you were the Intercontinental Champion." she tells me as she moves her laptop closer to me. "Remember your confrontation with the Rock in Miami?"
"Yeah . . . I remember." I say as I look at the video playing on the screen. "That wasn't a really good night for me. And you had the audacity to actually laugh at me during that segment at the side of the ring?"
"What was I supposed to do? What the Rock said was pretty funny." she tells me as she closes her laptop and takes her headphones off. "My Pretty Pony . . . really Randy? That's just sad."
"I was a little kid back then! Cut me some slack!" I tell her with a shrug as I crawl out of bed. "What time is it anyway?"
"9:15" she tells me as I watch her put her laptop on the dresser. "Any idea on what we should do today? Because I think we may have to adjust those plans thanks to the storm coming today."
"I have no idea, but I think an idea will come to us sooner or later," I tell her with a chuckle, but that's when I recognize the solemn look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"Oh . . . nothing." she tells me with a sigh as she looks out the window, but the slight elevation of her heartbeat proves otherwise. "Nothing's wrong Randy."
"Amanda, you know better than to lie to me." I tell her as I sit back down on the bed. "Something is bothering you. What is it?"
"Do you really want to know?" she asks me with an eyebrow raised. I shake my head yes. "Well, while you were asleep just now, I was watching a few matches on YouTube and one of the matches I watched was you against the Undertaker back at Armageddon 2005. You know . . . the Hell in a Cell match to end the feud?"
"Oh yeah . . . I remember that match." I remember everything from that feud, from Mark beating me at WrestleMania, to me burning him in a casket back at No Mercy, to him beating me at Armageddon. Each match was a brutal affair, especially the Hell in a Cell match. I was a bloody mess after that one, and so was my dad. And then realization hits me. "You didn't like the fact that my dad and I got hurt that night."
"It's just . . . when I was watching it from the backstage area that night in 05, half of me was like disappointed that you lost even though it was scripted, and the other half was like 'I knew you would lose that badly.' Sorry, but it's true." she tells me with a small shrug.
"I figured you would think that. I was young at the time. Didn't really know any better to tell you the truth, but my one regret from back then was that I dragged my father into the feud. My mom was so pissed at me for doing that." I tell her with a small chuckle as I wrap an arm around her.
"But it was all your dad's idea!" she tells me with a small scowl.
"I know, but he wanted to be there for me, regardless of my mom's protests." I say with a small smirk as I remember those matches from 2005. "Still can't believe it's been eight year since then."
"I know. You figure you would feel the same way after watching a match you saw eight years ago, but when I watched the Hell in a Cell match between you and Mark, I couldn't help but feel . . ." she trails off as she tried to search for a word.
"Protective?" I suggest with a smirk. She scowls at me before her face softens and then looks away. "Absolutely worried? Sad I was all beat up and that my glorious face was all bloody?"
"Maybe . . ." she tells me with a shrug. "It kinda sounds ridiculous considering you're a vampire for crying out loud and should be able to protect yourself!"
"I know, but I like the fact that you're protective of me. That just shows how much you care about me." I tell her with a shrug, earning me a smile from the hard-to-get-a-smile-from-her Anaconda.
"Glad to know that my worry and protectiveness is appreciated. I must be doing something right then." she tells me with a small smirk as a loud buzzing noise begins to echo throughout the room.
"What was that buzzing noise I hear?" I ask as I look around the room.
"My phone; you got to love international calling." she tells me with a sigh as she leaves my embrace and walks over to the dresser. She takes a look at the screen before swiftly throwing the phone over to me.
"Why do I have to answer it?" I ask in mild surprise as I wave her phone around.
"Look at the screen to find out." she tells me as she walks over to the bathroom. I look down at the screen to see that the caller I.D. was showing Sam's name. Knowing I was in for a pretty long conversation, I let out a deep sigh and press the call button.
"Hello?" I ask into the receiver.
"Ciao Randy!" calls Sam as her bubbly voice echoes out of the receiver. "Greetings from Europe!"
"Hey Sam! How's Italy?" I say to her as I fall back onto the bed.
"Milan is wonderful! What about you? How's Jamaica mon?" she asks in a fake Jamaican accent, which I can't help but chuckle at her poor attempt.
"You really shouldn't try a Jamaican accent Sam. It doesn't suit you, but Jamaica is pretty amazing here except for the storms and the occasional power outages." I tell her with a shrug. "How's Alanna?"
"Napping!" she tells me bluntly, which I instantly groan at.
"Oh come on Sam. You could have called when she was awake at least." I say as I flail my free arm.
"I know, but I like to torture you sometimes." I can instantly here the smile in her voice. "I like it when you suffer a little bit."
"You and Amanda really do have dark senses of humor." I tell her with a chuckle.
"HEARD THAT!" calls Amanda as she pops her head into the bathroom doorway with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
"You were supposed to!" I exclaim back at her with a smirk. She narrows her eyes at me before moving back deeper into the bathroom we share.
"I see you and Amanda are doing well."
"Yeah we are." I say into the receiver as I sit back up. "We've been doing fine."
"I see. I was just checking in on you two, that's all." I let out a small groan at Sam's statement.
"Really Sam; you're not my mom." I say with a little hint of a whine.
"I know, but I can't help myself. Plus, I thought I should warn you that your mom was planning to call you later today, so you better watch out for that." she tells me in a condescending tone. "Also, to me, you can really act like a child sometimes."
"I do not act like I child!" I exclaim into the receiver.
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Why are you acting like a child Randy?" Amanda suddenly asks me as she walks out the bathroom, taking me by surprise. "This is just one of your childlike tendencies isn't it?"
"HA! See, I'm not the only one who thinks you have childlike tendencies." Sam tells me as I put her on speaker. "Hey Amanda!"
"Hi Sam!" says Amanda as she drops onto the bed at my side. "How's it going with you in Italy?"
"Everything's fine! I'm sorry; I'm going to have to cut this conversation short. My battery is almost dead." she tells us as static starts to echo out of the receiver.
"Alright, just tell Alanna and Josh we said hi!" says Amanda as she crosses her arms.
"Tell Alanna Daddy misses her." I further add as Amanda shoots me a small smirk.
"Duly noted; Bye!" exclaims my ex as the call ended. I hand Amanda back her phone, who then uses her powers to levitate the phone back onto its spot on the dresser.
"I didn't know you had international calling." I say as I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Surprise!" she tells me with a surprised look on her face. She tries to get off the bed, but I wasn't going to let her go that easy.
Amanda's POV
I'm suddenly yanked back onto the bed, crashing into Randy's chest in the process as his arms wrap around my waist and trap me against his body, just like how a Viper would wrap around it's pray before poisoning it and eating the helpless creature.
"Mind letting me go?" I ask with a playful smirk as I struggle to break free.
"Not just yet," he tells me in that husky voice of his as he whispers in my ear. One of his arms unwraps from my waist and I feel his fingers brush against my skin as he moves my hair away from my neck. "I see the hickey is healing nicely."
"You sound so disappointed Randy." I say with a sarcastic edge to my voice as I feel his lips along my neck, making me let out a hitched breath in response.
"I am . . . I thought the hickey I gave you would last a little longer." he says with a sad edge to his voice. I feel his lips curl up in a smirk before he speaks again. "You know I can fix that right?"
"Oh no you don't," I say as I break out of his loosened grip. "I think one hickey is enough kind sir."
"Aw . . . Manda; you're no fun." he tells me with a pout as he grabs me to hold me in place, his hold strong, yet gentle as his fingers curve around my wrist.
"I like to play hard to get Randal." I tell him with a shrug as Randy pulls me onto his lap. "Is that a crime?"
"No," he tells me as he wraps an arm around my waist once again. "But I don't think your game is going to work for you this time."
"How so?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Simple," he tells me as he leans his face closer to mine. "I got you, so I won."
Our lips connect for a heated kiss; his hand creeps into my hair as I claw at his shirt, our lips brushing roughly against each other, both of trying to gain the upper hand on the other. I let out a loud sigh as Randy leans back onto the bed, me on top of him as neither of us disconnect. I straddle his waist with my legs as I move to nibble his earlobe, gaining a small moan from him in response as his hands travel up and down my waist. And then I'm stung.
"OW!" I exclaim as I bring a hand to my butt, a small stinging feeling emanating from my rear. "Did you just pinch my ass?"
"No!" he tells me with a chuckle as I scowl at him. "I'm not that grab happy!"
"Well . . . something stung me on my left side of my rear and you are the only person that could be responsible for it." I tell him as I cross my arms on his chest.
"Maybe a mosquito wanted a quick bite?" he tells me with a shrug.
"I don't think so," I tell him with a shake of my head. "I definitely think it's you."
"Well then . . . if that's the case. Let me show you how sorry I am." he tells me with a small pout as I feel his hand land on my neck. Our lips connect once again and I can't help but instantly respond with a moan. Our tongues clash and I feel suddenly off balance. That's when I realize that Randy rolled us over so that I was under him, his 245 pound body pressing down onto me.
You really like to be the dominant one don't you? I ask mentally as our lips disconnect so that he can move his attention to my neck.
It's in my nature. That is all he says to me as I feel his cool lips travel around my neck, his tongue tasting my skin. My hitched breathing escapes my lips as the seconds pass as Randy's lips travel downward. Anticipation runs through me when he starts tracing his kisses from my collarbone down to the rest of my upper body, the thin fabric of my camisole serving as my skin's only protection. He purposefully avoids my boobs and goes straight for my stomach, and that's when I realize that his hands have also traveled downward as well. And that's when the tickling starts.
"STOP IT!" I yell through my laughter as I feel his fingers tickle me endlessly along my sides. "STOP IT DAMMIT!"
"Not until you say uncle!" he yells back to me with a grin as I try to roll over my side.
"NEVER!" I yell back as I try to fend him off, but he just won't budge.
"Suit yourself!" I feel his arms wrap around my left leg and then his fingers wrap on the sole of my foot, thus continuing the tickle attack. "Say uncle!"
"NO!" I yell back as I continue to laugh, inwardly curing myself for being so ticklish. I try everything, from clawing my way free to using my free leg to hit Randy till he lets me go, but in the end I am forced to say it once he gets hold of both my legs. "ALRIGHT I GIVE! UNCLE! UNCLE!"
I let out a loud sigh as Randy finally lets my foot go, much to my relief. I sit up and stare at Randy with my coldest stare in place.
"I'm so going to get you for this Randy." I mumble as I cross my arms at him. "Mark my words!"
"Aw come on 'Manda! It was all in good fun." he tells me with a smirk as he walks over to the door. "Lulling you into a false sense of security so that I could tickle you was the plan all along."
"So making out with me just now was fake?" I ask him with an eyebrow raised.
"No! I thoroughly enjoyed that part." he tells me as he leans against the closed door. "I just wanted to get you to say uncle. The making out part was all part of the plan."
"If you say so," I say as I walk over to him with crossed arms. "By the way, I noticed that when you were moving down my body with your lips, you avoided my boobs. Why is that?"
Randy goes wide eyed at my statement for a split second before retaining his neutral expression. He lets out a small sigh before letting a small smirk crawl onto his face.
"Well," he tells me with a nod as he wraps an arm around my waist. "Let's just say that good things come to those who wait and leave it at that. Plus, living in a house with people who have extra sensitive hearing is a bit of a problem."
So he wants to wait. I respect that. I let a small smile tug at my lips as I watch him open the door. "Aren't you patient?"
"Yes . . . yes I am." he tells me with a smirk as we walk into the hallway. We travel toward the kitchen to see Monica frying bacon on the stove, with a plate already filled with bacon on the side. Randy tries to steal a slice, but Monica uses her spatula to bat his hand away.
"No bacon till breakfast is ready!" says Monica with a scowl as she wags the spatula in Randy's face. "I already had all the guys and Lita try to steal this bacon and I don't need you to do it too Randy. Don't try it!"
"Sorry," Randy mutters in defeat, obviously disappointed that he couldn't snag a slice.
"Need any help?" I ask with a shrug as I look around the kitchen.
"Well . . . you can make the omelets." she tells me as she points to the fridge.
"Done," I say as I walk over to the fridge. "Cheese or no cheese?"
"Cheese please!" exclaims Randy and Monica in unison. I raise an eyebrow as I grab the egg tray and the pack of cheese from the fridge, closing the door with my foot. While Monica is distracted with the bacon still sizzling on the stove, I quickly levitate a piece of bacon from the plate and send it over to Randy. He nods his head in approval before rushing out the room with his treat in hand.
"You just had to give him that bacon strip didn't you?" my sister tells me with a scowl as she turns to me.
"What can I say," I say with a smirk as I take a bowl from out of the cabinet. "I'm such a giver."
Normal POV
"WHAT THE FUCK?" exclaimed Adam as he stared at Randy as he walked into the living room. "How did you sneak a bacon strip past Monica?"
"It pays to have a girlfriend who can levitate objects with her mind." said Randy with a shrug as he ate the last of his bacon. He then turned his attention to the TV screen. "Is that the 2013 Royal Rumble on screen?"
"Hell yeah!" said Kofi as he held onto Monica's laptop, which was connected to the TV by a cord. "Monica has a huge archive of old matches from old pay-per-views on her computer. So . . . since this day looks like it's going to be another rain out, Monica and I figured we can have a little pay per view viewing party. Don't worry Randy, you didn't miss a thing. This is just the first video."
"That's cool," mumbled Randy as he looked at the screen just as Goldust appeared on screen. "Cody. I was wondering. Why are you so annoyed when your older brother appears at the Royal Rumbles? Every time he appears, you look oh so disappointed that he showed up."
"It's simple; I don't like him. When he becomes Goldust, he's creepy." said Cody bluntly as he crossed his arms.
"That's mean to say about your older brother," muttered Kaitlyn as she walked into the room with a bacon strip in hand. "Why do you say that, Cody?"
"He has a weird obsession with black and yellow and he wears a woman's wig and a bathrobe to the ring." said Cody in a deadpan fashion. "Plus he almost married Aksana on NXT. I did not approve of that union. Also, I'm glad that I eliminated him at this year."
"Eh . . . good point." said Kaitlyn as she finished the last of her bacon.
"Sudden question, and this goes to all the second and third generation wrestlers here," said Lita with a small smirk. "What would you do if you were in the Royal Rumble and suddenly the next wrestler entering the match . . . was your own father?"
"OH HELL NO!" cried Cody as he flailed his arms . "I don't wanna see my daddy in the Royal Rumble. It'll get weird for me."
"If my dad was in the Royal Rumble, I'd probably have someone else eliminate him. You know? Pay the person off?" said Ted as he crossed his arms. "I'm that gutless. Plus, I think he would disown me if I eliminated him myself."
"COUGH coward's way out COUGH" said Sheamus as he looked at the screen.
"It's called self-preservation!" countered Ted as he pointed at Sheamus, just as the screen showed Cody eliminating Kofi with a disaster kick.
"You know . . . I need to seriously get you back for that." said Kofi as he turned to Cody while pointing to the screen. "I used a freaking rolling chair as a pogo stick to get back to the ring, just to have you kick me off of it."
"Every man for himself dude," said Cody with a smirk. "What about you Randy? What would happen if Cowboy Bob Orton suddenly appeared at the Royal Rumble?"
Randy let a thoughtful look come across his face as he placed a hand under his chin.
"I have no idea to tell you the truth," said Randy as he looked up at the ceiling. "On one hand, I would want to eliminate him as fast as I could because I have the feeling he may come after me first. And on the other hand, I would love to see how long he could last in the Rumble before he gets eliminated."
"Good answer." said Ted as shook his head in agreement, just as Alicia and Kelly Kelly walk in to the room with bacon in their hands. "And why the hell are all the Divas walking in here with bacon, while none of us guys have had any yet?"
"We're better at getting it than you boys." said Alicia with a smirk. "Plus, Amanda is such a sneak."
"I'm going to try to get a slice." said Lita as she ran over to the kitchen just as Layla walked out of it with two strips of bacon in her hand.
"Sheamus catch!" exclaimed the Brit as she threw a slice at the Irish man. Sheamus got up to grab it, but Edge was able to snag it before the Celtic Warrior could grab it.
"DAMMIT!" exclaimed Sheamus as he snapped his fingers. "Adam that was my slice! You stole my bacon!"
"What bacon?" asked Adam as he turned to the redhead with a mouthful of bacon.
"Adam . . . run!" said Sheamus as he cracked his knuckles. Adam paled and instantly bolted for the door, the Celtic Warrior running after him just as quick.
"GUYS BREAKFAST IS READY!"
Everyone's ears perked up at the news, EXCEPT for Adam and Sheamus who were running around the outside of the house as the rain began to fall.
"Should we go tell them that breakfast is ready?" asked Kaitlyn as she pointed out the window.
"Nah . . . more for us." said Wade with a shrug.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Wade on this one." said Randy as he walked into the kitchen. "Let them have their fun. It's their loss."
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