Just have to say (to anyone that watched raw on 8/9/10), Randy giving the creepy-smiley face.. was a mixture of sexiness and freakiness.. lol We hadn't seen him smile like that in a loooong time! And I was just waiting for Triple H's music to cue to come help John's team.. I want him back soo bad.. =(

Anyways, not to keep anyone waiting, here's the chapter!

Chapter 9- Walk The Line

Lora

"I can't believe John! What in the hell was he thinking?" I ranted, while getting ready for tonight's Raw.

Casie came to me in my room last night, white as a ghost, and clearly upset. It took me several minutes to get out of her what was wrong. And when she did, I got angry. Because she described the event with such conviction, that I felt like I had witnessed it myself. John had been kissing another woman? I couldn't wrap my head around it. Did they know each other previously, or was it just some fling.

"That, I can not answer," Randy said, zipping up his gym bag. When I had found out that Randy had also been witness to John's actions, I couldn't stop grilling him for answers. That's all I wanted; something solid to grab on to that would prove everything wrong. But nothing had yet to come up. I huffed, and threw my purse on the bed, halfheartedly searching for my phone.

"I mean, how could he do that to Casie? After everything they've been through?" I said through gritted teeth. I ran my fingers through my hair, in frustration. My heart hurt for Casie. I remember seeing Randy kissing another woman, and I knew how much that hurt. It was ten times worse for Casie. Because when Randy had kissed that blond, I had just admitted to myself that I had feelings for him; we weren't even together. I couldn't imagine going through everything the two of them have, just to have this happen. It just didn't seem real.

"Aren't you jumping to conclusions?" Randy said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I gaped at him. The words coming from him did not match the events from last night. "There are always two sides to every story."

"You're joking right? You, yourself, saw what John did! Saw that he was willing to just throw everything with Casie out of the window!"

Randy sighed, rubbing his hands over his head. "That's a bit much, Lora. I know what I saw, but I also know John. It would be nice to hear John out."

I scoffed. "He doesn't need to explain. Kissing someone that is not your girlfriend is explanation enough! Besides, what could he say that would make this situation not as explosive as it already is?"

"I can't answer that either. It's not my place. You just need to talk to John, you and Casie both," Randy said, moving to stand in front of me. Usually, I would melt into him, and kiss him with everything I had when he was this close. But I was too angry to think about anything else. "I think you are being too harsh with him."

I stepped away from Randy, and I saw the confusion flash across his face. "Too harsh? My best friend came to me, upset and crying, because John was kissing another woman, and I'm being too harsh? Why are you standing up for his actions?"

The first flicker of annoyance flickered in his eyes, and I knew I was making him angry. "I am not defending his actions. He made a colossal mistake, I know that. But he is my best friend, Lora, and I'm standing by him," he said vehemently. He narrowed his eyes at me, and I knew he was no longer annoyed. Randy had worked himself up and he was now mad. Which did nothing for my temper. "And just yesterday, he was your friend too."

I knew somewhere in my head, Randy was right. That I should listen to John's side; but I had a strong protective urge over Casie, and all I could see was her crying, because of John. Also, I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed myself. I trusted John with Casie. I trusted him to keep her safe and happy. John let me down. And that didn't do well for John in my mind. I spun away from Randy, grabbed up my purse, and stalked towards the door. And before I left, I faced him again, glaring at him with as much intensity as I could.

"I'll see you at the show," I spat out at him. My heart pounded in my ears. I yanked the door open, still staring at Randy. "I'm going to ride with my friend."

I slammed the door shut behind me, and swiftly walked down the hallway to get on the elevator. I knew I shouldn't have lashed out at Randy like the way I did. But right now, my pride and my anger kept me from turning around and running back into his arms. It also didn't help that this was the first real fight that we had gotten into in months. Sure, we had little tiffs every now and then, but never one as big as one of us storming out. As the elevator traveled down, I placed my hands over my baby bump. Randy and I shouldn't be arguing with each other, but according to the book I was reading, the baby could tell its mother and father's voice by now. I didn't want to start my motherhood with an upset child. The doors chimed and slid open. I saw Casie, standing by the door, and I walked to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, taking her by the arm as we went to the rental car. Her eyes were droopy, and I saw the beginnings of circles beneath them; indicating no sleep. She had none of the pep she usually did.

"I'm not going to lie, I've been better," Casie sighed as she got into the driver's seat. I joined her on the passenger side, fixing the GPS for the ride from hotel to the arena.

"I know what you mean." Casie looked over at me curiously. I sighed, and played with the tips of my hair. I didn't want to admit what was wrong with me, but I knew I couldn't keep it from Casie. "Randy and I had a fight."

"What on earth for?" Casie exclaimed. I looked out of the window; I didn't want to answer that question. To tell Casie that Randy and I fought over her and John, would do nothing but make matters worse. But, as it seems, I wouldn't have to tell her. She seemed to read my mind. "Oh no. I will not have the two of you arguing over John and I. As soon as we get to the arena, you will find Randy, and straighten this out. Whatever is going on with me and John, has nothing to do with your relationship."

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Casie wasn't necessarily right, when she said that her and John had nothing to do with Randy and me. Randy was John's best friend, and Casie was mine. And we'd both be lying if we said that I said that John didn't mean as much to me as Casie, and Randy didn't feel for Casie as he did John. We were all intertwined in this, no matter if anyone approved. But Casie had a point, when it came to my relationship having nothing to do with hers. I shouldn't have snapped on him. And I did go to try and find Randy when we got there. But he was no where to be found. No in his locker room, not in the on-site gym. With two hours left before Raw, I gave up, and went to my room to load the music.

I absent-mindedly started the show, bringing out Bret Hart, our old general manager, and a member of John's seven-man tag team. I didn't really listen to what he had to say, because my mind was so wrapped up on its own. I hit the music for Jericho, and soon after I brought Edge out. And that's how Raw went, when my mind not completely on my job. I felt sure that if anyone asked me what had gone on, I wouldn't have been able to answer. The only time I paid attention, is when I heard his voice. I watched the monitor, and saw John doing a spot with Bret and the Hart Dynasty. I did a double take; the spot was being filmed right outside my room. I turned on my chair, and saw John through the window in the door.

I quickly looked away when he turned around. I didn't know if he caught me looking, but a few seconds later, I heard the door open. My screen was back out on the ring, so I knew the spot was over. I acted like didn't hear him, and tried to keep up that façade as long as I could. But John didn't have the same idea.

"Lora, can we talk?" His voice sounded unsure, and if I wasn't upset with him, I would have felt bad. I tilted my head towards him in acknowledgment. His sigh met my ears. "I know I deserve your anger. But I need you to listen to is not what it looks like."

I stood up sharply, facing him. All of my previous anger returning in full force. "Oh yeah? What exactly does it look like John? Enlighten me. Because what I see is my best friend hurting and another one is responsible. Tell me I'm wrong."

"I didn't mean to hurt Casie," John said. I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes. He wasn't even denying it. I stood there, waiting to hear his excuse. "I didn't know who I was kissing."

"That is the best you can do?" I mused, crossing my arms across my chest. Surely, he had something better than that. "Please, John. I've seen Raw's that had better plot lines than this story."

"Just listen, please," John all but begged. Hell, I wouldn't have put it passed him to actually beg. The look on his face just screamed that he needed to be understood. I sighed, and sat back down in my seat, keeping my eyes on him. "I guess I need to explain who she was. Her name is Elba Torres. And she's my ex-girlfriend. We had dated for three years before I joined the company. She ended it with me, because she didn't want a 'near non-existent boyfriend'. Her words. It took years to get over her. But eventually, I got over her. Then Casie joined the company, and we were almost instant friends," a funny look came over John's face as he looked back on his memories. Suddenly, he shook his head, smiling softly. "That doesn't exactly things though. Anyway, I didn't know Elba would be at last night's show. I had just got through with my match, and I headed back to my locker room. I was stopped by some staff for some questions they had. And before I could move any further, two hands clamped over my eyes, and I couldn't see anything. And here's where I need you to believe me, because I know how this sounds. I thought it was Casie. I knew woman's hands were over my eyes. And I hadn't thought about Elba in years, so it never crossed my mind that she had showed up. I knew something wasn't right the instant she kissed me. I knew it wasn't Casie. But by then, it was too late. I pushed her away, but there was Randy and Casie. She ran off before I could get to her."

Something about the way his shoulders slumped, and how he looked so dejected, I was forced to believe that he was telling the truth. He knew he screwed up, and he didn't know how to fix it. My mind was whirling with thoughts. Randy had known the reason behind the kiss this morning, he tried to tell me to get off John's case, and I wouldn't listen. I was dead set on him being totally at fault. Randy and I had fought for nothing.

"I'm sorry John," I said, hoping he could hear the sincerity in my voice, but I sure as hell meant it. John looked up at me in surprise. I sighed, and stood up from my chair, walking to him. "I was so quick to judge. I didn't want to take the time to think that there might be another explanation. I just knew you had hurt Casie. But I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm just glad to have you on my side. Not that I would use you to help me convince Casie; I'm just glad you believe me. And I'm sorry for all of this."

I shook my head. I needed him to believe that I was still there for him. "John, I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt my friendship. Randy told me that I needed to, and I just had it in my head that you were some evil villain. And I apologize."

John smiled softly, and closed to space between us and wrapped his large arms around me in a hug. Part of me was thrilled that this was nothing but a misunderstanding, and the other part was worried; because this wasn't just going to be easily solved. Fences needed to be mended and that was going to take a lot of effort for John and Casie.

He left me to continue with my job. Now that I wasn't so angry, I could actually focus. I watched on as Matt fought The Miz, and lost after a valiant effort. That man could do things with his body that defy gravity. Then Melina had her first match after coming back from a torn ACL several months back. She had been on the shelf win I joined with the company, so I didn't know her very well, but she was fantastic in the ring. She murdered Alicia Fox, whom I could not stand, in the ring or backstage. There were a few backstage spots between that match and Mark Henry versus Ted Dibiase Jr. But, as it happened, the match wouldn't even be able to take place, because of the Nexus attacking Henry outside of the ring. I groaned and rolled my eyes. This group was about to wear on my last nerve. It had lost all of its luster for me.

The door opened behind me, and I turned to see a runner walking in. He nodded to me, handing me a folded sheet of paper. I looked at him in confusion, and unfolded the paper. It was a note. From Randy.

"Just reminding you that we are leaving for the resort after my spot. I packed your bags after you left this morning. They are ready in the rental car. Meet me in my locker room when I'm done."

Shame washed over me like a tidal wave. I had stormed out this morning, forgetting all about our plans to leave after Randy's tussle with Sheamus. I didn't even pack my own things; Randy had to do it. I paged David, trying not to think about how ugly I had been towards Randy, and told him that he would need to take over in ten minutes. I turned my attention back towards the screen and realized it was time to play Randy's music. I watched as he sauntered towards the ring, and confronted Sheamus. It didn't take long before the tension between them to erupt and Randy attacked him, hitting him with a backbreaker. He set up for the punt that he has made famous, but at the last second, he decided against it, making Sheamus flinch in fear. Randy smiled and laughed his way back up the ramp. I motioned for David, and I gathered my things and went, nervously, towards Randy's locker room. I knew I had to apologize, but I didn't know how to do it so well that he would know how I was feeling.

I pushed open the door of the room, and saw Adam sitting on the couch, with Randy hurrying around the room, putting his things in his bag. Adam looked up and smiled at me.

"Are you excited? Five days left," he laughed standing up from the couch. Randy turned at his words, and stared at me. There was none of the previous hostility from earlier, which I was glad, but he didn't speak. He looked away, and continued getting ready. I sighed, it was going to be more difficult that I thought. Adam sensed the tension between us, and hugged me softly, and left the room.

I followed behind Randy as he led the way towards his rental car. I was not looking forward to the next silent two hours in the car with him. It hurt when we weren't speaking. More so now, knowing our wedding was in five days. But, it seemed that he still cared; enough to open the door for me. I rested my head against the back of the seat. I didn't remember ever getting out of Sacramento.

I jolted awake when I felt the car come to a complete stop. I had fallen asleep. Looking around at the dark surroundings, remembering the dreams I had just had; where Randy was telling our son he was sorry. But for what, I couldn't remember. I opened the door to a fierce chilly wind. I was instantly awake. Shivering violently, I pulled my thin jacket tighter around me. Together, still in silence, Randy and I walked into the lobby of the giant resort. I couldn't even see any of the outside details, it was too dark. But the lobby was gorgeous. More elegant than anything we had ever stayed in, which was saying something. The walls were light brown wooden paneling, broken apart by large floor to ceiling windows. Several tables were set up around a grand stone fireplace, ready for a game of chess or checkers. The carpet was plush and of a beautiful pattern. We stopped behind a majestic front desk, with a unique carved design. Randy gave the receptionist his last name, and she looked him up on her computer. She smiled back at him, and called a bellboy to show us to our room. I knew this place was different, and far more advanced than any place we had ever stayed at because they had a bellboy.

He led us through more wood-paneled hallways, up a shiny yellow elevator, and stopped out side the first door on the hall. I noticed it was one of only two doors, which I thought was odd. The man keyed opened the door, and I saw immediately, that this was no room. The first thing my eyes landed on was a staircase. It was a penthouse. I ogled around at my surroundings as we walked in. I noticed that we had a living room, and a kitchen off to the right. A set of five semi-mismatched items of furniture, all in the same color scheme sat around the living room, fully equipped with a LCD flatscreen TV. On the back wall of the living room was another floor-to-ceiling window, with the curtains drawn. Randy tipped the man, and he left, leaving Randy and I alone, in this massive hotel suite. I walked into the kitchen, seeing it came with a dishwasher, refrigerator, stove and microwave. I examined some of the cabinets; that were fully stocked with china. Plates, bowls, glasses and silverware. I turned around and saw a table that seated up to four people, with a wide window behind it. I assumed that the upstairs is where the bedroom was, because I didn't find it behind any of the doors on the first level.

"Randy, this is a lot more than what was on the brochure," I said, in awe of this spectacular penthouse. And for the first time since this morning, Randy smiled. He sat down on the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"I upgraded the package," he shrugged, answering my unasked question. I gaped at him, and at his words. I couldn't understand why he done that, not that I was upset. I knew this had to cost more than the original room, and I hated him to spend the money on it. I met his blue eyes, as they sparkled. "I wanted you to have the best."

I sighed, and sat next to him on the couch. Now was as good a time as any to talk. "John came to me this evening at work. He told me exactly what happened. And I'm sorry Randy. I should have listened to you. But I was being stubborn and wouldn't. I was ugly to you, when you didn't do anything. And I'm also sorry that I doubted John. It was stupid and rash, and I know how wrong was now."

Randy reached out for me, and finally pulled me into his arms. I hadn't touched him like this since this morning. I breathed in his scent deeply. He squeezed me softly. "Let's make a deal? Not to argue with each other until the baby is born, and we can go into the other room. He can hear us you know?"

Something about his words stirred something in my mind, which reminded me of my dream. I pulled away from him, smiling softly. "How did you know that?"

Randy smiled sheepishly down at me. "Sometimes I can't sleep. And you sleep all the time now, so I read. And I read that book you have about pregnancy."

I bit back the laughter that was scratching in my throat at the image of Randy reading "What to Expect When Expecting". This was certainly not the Randy that I had first met all those months ago. I snuggled closer to him, resting both of my legs over his.

"Deal."

A/N

Well, John got himself into a pickle, didn't he? Lol and I want to stay at that resort.. It's amazing.

Well, I'm out of college for 2 weeks before the Fall semester begins, you guys won't have wait long for chapters. Though, I'll have to pace myself to not get ahead. Lol

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