Well this story is getting long isn't it? When I first started I had no idea this was gonna get past 10 chapters i have a feeling this is going to go on a bit longer. Needs more romance and drama and characters before this adventure ends. Hahahaha I show a strong unromantic affection for all my fans and reviewers, enjoy

The mood in the room currently was immensely horrific. Even when they were sitting on different sides of it, he could feel her evil eyes full of hatred pierce into him like ice cold daggers. It was obvious that she wasn't happy, she was furious. This wooden, damp and surprisingly large closet was not big enough to contain her anger boiling inside of her to the point where it was about to explode. He wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't form correctly nor did he have the courage to even as much exhale loudly with her in the room. The pressure was becoming unbearable. Neither of them said one word to each other for a good 15 minutes. It was a stare down both of them were agitated and it showed directly on their faces. She was aggravated by how she was stuck here with this behemoth while he was angry that his best friend decided to stick them in a closet. Finally, he decided to break the tension.

"I'm sorry." This single line made he more pissed off them she already was. Mostly because she had heard it from him over and over again and she thought that he really didn't mean it.

"Is that the only thing you can say? If it is then its a bit too late for that now." She grunted at him and he took his head away from his hands. He stared into her cold eyes that were like a void of emotion. She wasn't looking at him though, she was looking at the ceiling, but it seemed as though her hate for him bounced off and hit him straight in the heart.

"Well, John is an idiot. I didn't mean for you to get caught up in his stupid antics." When she turned to look at him he avoided her gaze and sent it towards the floor once again.

"Then what did you mean for to happen Randy? Did you think you were going to drag me outside and sit on a bench like they do in cliche movies or fanfiction and talk about our problems? Did you think we were going to have a long discussion and settle our differences? Life isn't that easy or fair. Not everything we want comes our way." She leaned back against the wall. "But I guess you wouldn't know that feeling huh?"

"I know first hand that life isn't easy believe it or not Kelly. Don't you think it was difficult to decide whether I should stay here in St. Louis, my home or if I should venture out into the world and follow my dream of being a professional wrestler?"

"Well it didn't seem too difficult at the time for you to decide to leave everyone who cared about you. Then again, Randy Orton doesn't care about anyone, but himself." The room became quiet again. Kelly looked like she didn't want to talk at all and Randy was trying to control his anger. This conversation was starting to make his blood boil, he tried hard not to just yell at Kelly at the top of his lungs and tell her just how sorry he was so she could get it through her skull. But no, she wasn't budging. Her pride, anger and the protective wall she made to keep him out were far too strong at the moment so all Randy could do was just sit there and think about what to say next. Think about what he could say that would make her less guarded. He sat there for about 5 minutes until words were uttered again.

"Don't you think it was painful for your father to decide to leave your mother?" With the mention of her father, Kelly instantly gave Randy a glare.

"My father is a cold-hearted alcoholic asshole. He left my mother and his family without a single thought for there well-being! How dare you act like he even cared even a little bit about us? You don't know him! And you sure don't know what hell we went through after he left. It was painful for him to decide to leave? If it was then he should've been a frickin man and stayed." Her voice was so loud it echoed in the tiny closet. Randy knew about her father abandoning her and he sure knew all the crap her mom went through because of it. She confided in him about it and he was still here defending him for leaving. How could he?

"You told me that story when we were in middle school, about how he left you guys and your mother wouldn't even leave her bedside...or her whiskey bottle." The end of Randy's statement made Kelly look up surprised. Whiskey bottle? All she could remember her mom drinking when in bed was water and something from a medicine bottle. It always had a strong smell, but she just thought it was for her depression. "Whiskey bot-" Randy cut her off

"You told me how much you hated your father for leaving you guys with only 50 dollars and let you rot. You told me about how your financial situation was tough, so my family decided to help you guys out. You told me about how an uncle you had never seen before, came down from Connecticut to help your mom and helped with the financial issues. You told me about how you were so happy that you had a family again and that your mother wasn't stuck in bed anymore. You told me that your mom and uncle were going out to the grocery store to pick up your mom's medicine when I was at your house. I saw you get up to answer the phone in the middle of our math lesson, I saw you talk with the other person on the line with a distraught face. I saw you fall apart in living room and I went to go catch you and ask you what was wrong. You cried and cried until you could finally tell me that they died in a car accident because the lightning during the storm struck a tree that landed on their car. I saw you at the funeral, as you didn't even shed one tear while your sisters were asking why this happened to them. I even remember you telling me afterwards that you couldn't cry, and you had to be strong for them."

Kelly stayed silent, surprised by how Randy could remember all of this while she struggled to remember her own cellphone number at times. She was also shocked by how she had just found out about her mother's alcohol problem.

"I remember my parents signing forms to become your guardians, and I remember you suddenly getting more involved with your schoolwork telling me that you needed to get into a good college to become an engineer."

"Which I did, a civil one if you are concerned with that." Randy was caught off guard a bit by her sudden interruption, but he continued.

"I remember you begging me to help you study whenever I was free and I also remember you becoming number 1 in our grade in just a matter of weeks from all the hard work you put it. I remember how you used to come to my wrestling matches and track meets telling me to never give up on my dream, that no matter what it took, even if it meant stepping on your heart you would force me to reach for it." Kelly flinched at this. "You told me that, you were going to support me at my meets and matches saying spending more time with people you cared about was now a top priority since you already lost two important people. I remember you telling me that, if I didn't someday leave this rotten old place," a small smile appeared on his face, "and reach my dream, you were going to get a hammer and whack me with it. I recall Evan telling me that we got a developmental contract with the WWE and that we were sent to Ohio Valley Wrestling. I remember him telling me that, Tiffany advised us not to go saying it would crush you. I remember you falling into a deep depression a week before we left, worrying your sisters because you didn't get to the college you wanted and felt like you disappointed your mom. I remember it so clearly, the look, the heartbreaking look, you had on your face, stained with tears and fading mascara, when you were begging me not to leave. I can still hear you screaming my name when we got in the car and drove off." He looked at her, but she didn't reciprocate his gaze instead choosing to look at the ground.

"I've know you since we were in diapers Kells, if anyone knows a thing about you or your father its me. Now, I'm pretty sure you know by now that your father is in this very hospital, waiting to reconnect with his precious daughters once more. I'm pretty sure you also know that he's the COO in the WWE and can fire me, Evan and your boyfriend. I have no choice, but to remember who he is, and he of course remembers who I am despite seeing me as a child. He was the one who told me about your mother and her problems, trust me, he didn't want to leave you guys, but your mother's problem was just out of control and taking away drastically from their savings. He got fired a day before he left. There he was jobless, and hopeless then he met your step mom at a bar, who got him a job. Unfortunately, wrestling requires a lot of moving around. He left what he had and took off. I know that its painful Kelly, but in his defense, he sent money every month. A thousand dollars, at least Kelly, don't tell me you didn't notice."

Kelly tried remembering if she ever saw any letters, but all she could remember was her mom checking the mail, then running off a few seconds later, coming home with stacks of bottles. Her mom was trying to do it secretly, but Kelly was always hiding, seeing what her mom brought home. Her mother told her it was medicine, but now, she knew better.

"I guess my crack addict mom went out and spent it on drinks or drugs because I never saw a letter from my dad in the mail. Why would he ever tell you any of this? He has no reason to."

"Because he knew I was someone you used to trust. He told me he could trust me with this and told me if I ever saw you again to tell you, because he knew you would never believe him."

"You have no reason to do this Randy. Why are you? Why are you following my father's wishes? Are you trying to make me feel guilty? Are you doing this in a way so I can trust you again, or that I can trust my dad again?"

"I'm doing this because I want you to be happy." Kelly stared at him for a second giving him a 'what do you mean' look. "Everyone keeps telling me, 'hey Kelly's boyfriend is a douche,' or 'Cody is a tool omg' they keep insisting I tell him off for you. But I don't. Because I know Cody won't be happy about it, and it'll strain your relationship that you seem so happy in. I'm telling you about your father so you can reconcile with him and be a family again. Is that too much to ask? For my best friend's happiness? I don't care if you forgive me or not, you can hate me all you want if it soothes your soul, but if you stay mad at your dad, you will end up alone and hurt while your sisters reconcile with him and become a happy family without you."

"What do you know Randy? How dare you say you know what would make me happy, you don't know what happiness is to me."

"Honestly, you're right Kelly. I don't. If someone asked me years ago I probably would know, because back then we were best friends, as close as siblings. You always used to talk to me about everything that happened in your lives and through that I felt all the sadness, and pain, but also the happy moments. But now, we've grown apart. We've grown up, matured and changed. I don't know who you are anymore and vice versa. It's like we're strangers. But believe me, I hope you still have enough trust in me to do that much, what your father did was for the benefit of your family."

"For the benefit for us? How is leaving your family with an alcoholic mother going to benefit us at all?"

"He tried Kelly, he tried so hard to raise his kids and deal with his wife's constant problem of drinking and taking drugs. But he just couldn't do it. You remember don't you, you would always come over to my house and during our lessons you would always tell me about how your parents were fighting again. You barely saw either of them smile around each other." This brought back painful memories for Kelly, around the time when she was 10 her parents were just nonstop bickering and while Tiffany shut herself off in her room she walked down to Randy's house to talk to him about all the stress. She only now noticed how much she confided in him. "He knew his brother or your uncle had a thing for your mom so he told him to go down and look after all of you when he finalized the divorce and left. Let's face it, your uncle was a lot better than your father at taking care of kids and your mother. He also did one thing your father never could do."

"And whats that?"

"He made your mother happy." Kelly became speechless. She hated to admit it, but he was definitely right. Her mother seemed to smile her first genuine smile for the first time in a while when her uncle came to look after them. How did Randy even remember such a small thing like this?

"I thought you were going to try to," her fingers formed air quotes, "talk things through and try to make me forgive you.' When did this become a conversation about reconciling with my father?"

"Well that's where your wrong Kelly. This whole conversation has been about us. Even if I inserted your family into this, I still mentioned all the times you told me about your struggles, your happy moments, everything in the past you used to tell me whether you got an A on your math test or won at gymnastics competitions, everything, you told me, everything. I seriously don't think you would've told a random ordinary friend these things. No, you went and told your most trusted ally, friend and of course tutor, me. Kelly, you know, I care about you, really I do. We've been friends since we were in diapers, since you first saw my brother in the park where he defined his soon to be finisher to almost pure perfection. I trust you with all my secrets, and hopefully you still trust me. Believe me, ever since you told me everything, from the time when we were little and you told me about your father, I have kept those secrets away from everybody like you told me to. I would never betray you and I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my heart for hurting you like the way I did back then. I'm not going to blame you for telling me to follow my dream as an excuse for leaving, that choice was all me. But I do hope you can accept this apology."

"No matter what Randy, after what you did back then, I know I shouldn't be holding such a grudge, but, I just can't fully trust you like I used to."

"That's fine with me I totally understand."

"So, you're going to need to regain the trust if you truly believe in your cause. For now, I will partially forgive you for your actions, but we won't go back to the way we were, we need to start off fresh. For now, we are just going to be regular friends, you can work your way up back to best friends if you try hard enough though, deal?" She held out her hand as if she was closing a business deal. He took her hand into a firm handshake.

"Deal." They were both gripping each other's hand tightly, with fake smiles plastered on their faces like when they were kids. Even though Kelly didn't say it, they both knew that just this little blast from the past move already brought back their friendship to the level it was before he left.

"Not that it's incredibly horrifying to be in the same room as you, but its been well over an hour, where the fuck is John?" Kelly's question sparked a light in Randy's head and he looked at his watch to see that it passed an hour about 5 minutes ago. They checked only to see neither of their cellphones had a signal in the room and they were going to be stuck there until John came back with the key which as of right now was uncertain.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."

Meanwhile on an airplane

"Ah for the love of ya, when are we goin' to reach the damn ground? It's been hours."

"Relax broski, we'll land in about half an hour, no need to get your red hair in a bunch Sheamus."

"I'm not fella, believe me, just a bit cranky that the creative staff decided that Wade Barrett (A.N: Pretend he came back) would be better suited as champion. I should've won that match on Sunday, you know?"

"Will you two ladies keep it down? I'm trying to get some sleep. Your not the only one who lost a championship rematch." Both Zack and Sheamus turned to look at Phil or rather CM Punk looking a bit aggravated. "Do you think I appreciate the creative team making me lose to WWE Daniel Bryan. Sure he's my friend and a great wrestler, but it's kinda annoying when I lose and get 'injured' because freaking Chris Jericho attacked me from behind both during and after the match with his stupid briefcase."(A.N: I wish Chris Jericho would win the money in the bank, but he's leaving to tour with his band )

"Well look on the brightside guys," Zack chimed in, "at least now due to you guys being 'injured' we now have time off."

"Yeah, but you're used to this, ever since that Kane angle, WWE's been unjustifiably burying you. You have every right to be happy since Triple H promised you that you would get a big push if you accompanied us to see Evan and made sure we didn't get in trouble."

"I know, but I am a good wrestler and good on the mic, I got the broskis out there cheering for me every night, and I still become a jobber. I think it is about damn time I get a midcard title push."

"Alright, that's enough fellas. Don't turn into AJ and Vickie on me and start a cat fight. Now let's just relax and get some rest."

"But I have sleeping problems bro."

"Oh in that case want me to give you a Go To Sleep, you'll be sleeping like a baby after I hit your jaw with my knee."

"That's if you miss my Rough Ryder."

"If you two don't shut up I'm going to Brogue Kick both of you hooligans."

I was so emotionally drained after typing that whole confrontation that I had to put in something at the end to try to put humor into this story. Plus its a way for me to introduce new characters. But if rumors serve true then Wade Barrett could come back and win the championship from Sheamus soon. I actually like Sheamus though, but I also like the Barrett Barrage. Hmm, well anyways, hope you enjoyed this, I actually updated quickly. Put me and this story in your alerts, review please, fave me and all that good stuff please please please, I thank you all who have done so, and those who continue to do any of the mentioned things. Bye for now.