Fangirl, Randy; Randy, Fangirl Chapter 2
A/N: Thank y'all for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it! I'm glad y'all like the story so far. It's one of those that I've been writing in my head for a while, but my hands couldn't keep up with my brain. Anyway, here's chapter 2!
Riley woke up to the sound of the shower running. She looked over to the bed and Randy was gone. She stretched as she stood from the couch; it was so uncomfortable to sleep on. She didn't hear the shower turn off as she continued her stretches. "Good morning." She heard; she jumped at the deep, raspy, voice.
She turned to face him, and nearly fainted at the sight. Randy stood there, wet, in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
"Good morning." She said with a smile. Randy studied her for a moment. "What are you doing?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Riley rose from her current stretching position. "Stretching. The couch was so amazingly comfortable." She said sarcastically. Randy smiled at her. "Sorry about that. Don't worry, though; we'll be on my RV for the rest of the day." He said. She nodded.
She went back to her stretches as Randy dressed for the day. He pulled on basketball shorts and one of his t-shirts. "I'm going to the gym, but when I get back, we can go get breakfast then head out to the RV." He said. Riley nodded and smiled. "Okay. Have a good day!" she said. Randy smiled and left.
Riley took a short shower; she dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top with a pair of jeweled sandals. She blow dried her hair, but she didn't bother to really style it. After doing her makeup, she sat on the couch with her laptop. She turned on her favorite Pandora channel and opened her browser to tumblr. She posted the picture she took of Randy the day before. She made a text post about how nice Randy was being to her and how amazing he looked after a shower.
Meanwhile, Randy wasn't expecting this random girl he met on a plane to be so refreshing. It was nice to have someone around who wasn't trying to sleep with him. She may have snapped a picture of him, but that was it. He figured she would want to share the hotel bed, but she didn't. She didn't look at him in a lustful way and it was something he appreciated. He was lost in his thoughts about the Riley while he was in the gym. Someone broke his concentration; it was John.
"Hey Randy! The rest of the guys and I are going to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. You coming?" John asked. Randy shook his head. "No. I already have plans. Thanks for the invite, though." He said. John found Randy's response suspicious, but he let it go. "Okay. See you tonight." John said as he walked away.
Randy finished his workout and went back to the hotel. He swiped his key card but he didn't open the door all the way. He just listened to what was happening on the other side of the door. He laughed quietly as he listened; he peered inside to get a visual.
Riley had been on tumblr scrolling through the Randy Orton tag for nearly two hours when one of her favorite songs came on Pandora. She stood and danced around the room. She wasn't a good dancer; she just shook her hair and flopped around. She sang the song's lyrics at the top of her lungs until the song ended.
Randy applauded as he walked through the door. "Encore! Encore!" he said. Riley quickly turned to face him. Randy couldn't tell where her hair stopped and her skin started; her face was so red with embarrassment. Randy walked up close to Riley. "Where did you learn those killer moves?" he asked sarcastically.
Riley didn't respond she just smiled up at him. "Geez, you're short" he said. She pouted playfully. "So much for me thinking you're a gentleman. I'm five feet tall, okay? I'm not that short. Everybody thinks I'm knee-high to a grasshopper." She said. Randy thought about what she had said for a moment then laughed when he understood the saying. "I'm going to take a shower, and then we'll go to breakfast. Are you all packed?" he asked. She nodded and smiled. "Good. Just give me 10 minutes." He said as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Riley waited patiently for Randy to reemerge from the bathroom. When he did, he was yet again only in a loosely wrapped towel. Riley didn't react to it this time. She was surprisingly calm. Randy smiled when he didn't see a reaction from her; he was secretly trying to make her grow comfortable around him. It seemed to be working.
He got dressed and sprayed on a little cologne. "Ready?" he asked. Riley nodded and followed Randy out of the room, to the elevators, and to the hotel restaurant. Randy chose a secluded table away from where the rest of the superstars were having breakfast. Randy and Riley ordered and waited for their food to arrive. When it did, they ate and made conversation.
"Why didn't you eat with the rest of the superstars?" Riley asked. Randy smiled. "I promised I would have breakfast with you; I'm a man of my word." He said. Riley smiled and nodded. "So what do you do? Are you in school? Do you work?" Randy asked her. "I'm not in school and I don't really work. I cook for people in my neighborhood for money. Like if they don't feel like cooking dinner, they call me for a home-cooked meal." She said.
Randy nodded. He was so lost in his thought's he didn't hear what Riley was saying. "… one day." He heard. "What?" he asked. "I said you should let me cook for you one day." She said. Randy smiled and nodded. "So that's how you make your living? Cooking?" he asked.
Riley sighed and shook her head. "No, I make my money on the streets. I'm a prostitute." She said. Randy choked on his food and took a sip of water. Riley laughed. "I'm kidding. Payback for the drooling thing on the plane." She said. Randy laughed.
"Seriously, though. I'm a trust-fund baby. Daddy built and sold some kind of farming machines. It made him billions, so he set aside a trust fund for me when I was a kid. He and Mamma died last year in a car accident and they left all the money to me since I don't have any brothers or sisters. I won't get the money from the wills until I turn 21, but the trust-fund is how I get by right now." She said.
Randy nodded. "I'm sorry about your parents." He said with sympathy. "It's okay," she said as she finished her meal. When they were done eating, Riley and Randy went back to the hotel room.
He walked in and grabbed their bags. "Let's go." He said. After they checked out, Riley followed Randy out of the hotel and into the cab he called. Randy told the driver where they would be going and they took off. When they pulled up to the arena, Randy directed the taxi driver to the parking lot where his RV was. He thanked and paid the driver before getting the bags from the trunk.
He led Riley to the RV and let her go in first. He dismissed the RV's driver and closed the door behind him. "Wow! This is amazing!" Riley said. Randy smiled. "Yeah. I'd rather sleep here than in a hotel." He said. "Why did we stay in the hotel if you had the RV here?" she asked. "The bus wasn't here last night; it was getting some repairs and maintenance." He said. Riley nodded.
Randy walked toward the back of the bus to the bedroom. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a second." He said. Riley smiled and nodded. While he was gone, Riley put her number and Randy's phone and saved his in hers. When she put Randy's phone back, it started to ring.
"RANDY! YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!" Riley shouted toward the back of the bus. "Can you answer it for me?" Randy asked. "Sure!" she said. She didn't look at who was calling, she just answered. "Hello? This is Randy's phone." She said. A familiar voice was on the other end.
"Who is this?" the man asked. It was Vince McMahon. "Um, Randy!" she yelled. Randy came from the back and Riley handed him the phone. "Hello?" he spoke into the phone as he went back into the bedroom.
Have you made it to New York, yet? Yeah. I just got to the arena. Who was the woman on the phone? She's just a fan I met on my flight. She missed my signing so I'm letting her hang out with me until the show tonight. I don't think that's such a good idea, Randy. She could be psycho. She's not psycho, Vince. She's actually pretty cool. I don't like it; she could be a hazard to your career if people see you with her. Get rid of her immediately.
Before Randy could reply, Vince had hung up the phone. Randy sighed. He was really enjoying spending time with Riley. She wasn't like a regular fan; he was actually falling for her.
He went back the front of the bus. "That was Mr. McMahon." He said. Riley nodded. "I know. I recognized his voice." She said. Randy nodded and sighed. "Sit down." he said. Riley nodded and sat on the cushioned seat. "Vince doesn't think you should be hanging out with me; he says you could be a hazard to my career." He said. Riley nodded and grabbed her bags.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Riley sighed. "I'm going to find my friends. I'll take a cab." She said. "Why are you leaving?" Randy asked; he almost sounded sad. "I don't want to hurt your career. It's been nice hanging out with you, but if it means not seeing you on my TV, I don't want to hang out with you anymore." She said as she walked off the bus.
Randy sighed and rubbed his hands over his short hair. After a while, Randy ran off the bus, too. "Riley!" he called. "Riley!" he yelled again. He saw her across the parking lot and run up to her. "Riley?" he said. She turned to face him. "I don't think you could possibly ruin my career; I want you to stay." He said. "Really?" she asked. Randy nodded. "Yeah. I've really liked hanging out with you so far. Plus, I want to be around to find out why you haven't made a pass at me yet." He said with a smirk.
Riley laughed. "I'd love to stay. As for why I haven't made a pass at you: I guess you aren't my type." She said lightheartedly. Randy laughed. "We'll see about that." He said. He took Riley's bags and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked back to the RV.
When Randy made sure Riley understood everything about his schedule, he went to the bedroom to make a phone call. He dialed the familiar number and listened to the line ring. He sighed, but he wasn't surprised when there was no answer. There hardly ever was; he was used to it. He was still a little disappointed until he heard a mousy sneeze from the front of the bus. He smiled instantly.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review! Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated. I love you for reading! Leave your predictions in the reviews for a sneak peak at chapter 3!
Coming up in the next chapter: Riley meets another superstar!
Also: There will never be a direct reference to who Randy called. It's something you'll have to figure out as you read.