I Never Told you

Based on "I Never Told You" by Colbie Caillat

Jackie missed those icy blue eyes. She missed the way he'd laugh bitterly at the misfortune of others; the way he would always let her in on his diabolical plans. She had always sworn to never regret anything in her life, but she regretted letting him leave without uttering a word, without stopping him, even if he didn't care. They were best friends. They had done everything together, and she had fallen in love with the man known to the world as the Viper.

Randy Orton had been the one constant in Jackie's life for the past year and a half. The fact that he told her he couldn't be so close to her anymore just broke her. She was stunned and didn't know what she was supposed to say to him. So, she didn't say anything at all. That's why she had spent the last nine or so hours in her 2011 Jeep Grand Cherokee, driving to Pennsylvania to see him. She had to get this off of her chest before she lost her nerve. He hadn't picked up his phone, and she knew of no other way to fix this.

Pulling into the parking lot, she ran to the entrance, her heels clicking against the pavement. She regretted not switching into something other than her five-inched black knee-high boots before beginning the drive.

Walking past security, she flashed her All Access laminate at them, permitting her to enter the premises. She'd been in this arena before, but she'd be damned, she couldn't remember how to get to the locker rooms.

After wandering around for a couple of minutes, Jackie's eyes landed on a gold-plated name on one of the doors. It was John Cena's room, so she knew she must be close.

Taking a few steps down, her eyes caught Randy's name on the door. She took a deep breath. Jackie lifted her fist and knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the wooden door opened. "What?" he harshly greeted. Randy was never one for unexpected visitors. When he realized it was Jackie, his eyes softened and his demeanor momentarily changed. "Jacks?"

She nodded. "Randy, we need to talk," she began.

"About what?" he hissed, obviously putting on a front. This was the Viper speaking, not Randy.

"Can we go inside?"

He impatiently rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever," he growled, moving so she could enter, which she did. He shut the door behind her, facing it for a few moments, before turning around.

"Randy, I know you said that we had to stop seeing each other and hanging out, but there's something I never told you…" she started.

"Oh?" He seemed uninterested, as her crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Jackie took a step closer to him. Though she received a five-inch boost from the boots, she was still six inches shorter than him. "Can you stop being the Viper for sixty fucking seconds and just be Randy? Please? Just one minute."

"There's no point."

"After everything we've been through together? I think there is a point," she snapped.

"Fine." He uncrossed his arms. "What's up, Jackie?" he asked, feigning enthusiasm.

"Don't do this."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't patronize me, first of all. And Secondly, don't stop being my friend," she replied.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I can't handle not having you. I just…" She took a deep breath. "I wanted to tell you before you left, but I couldn't speak at all. Randy, I'm in love with you, and I just need you to know that," she admitted.

"And you drove all the way here to tell me that?"

She nodded. "I couldn't not say anything any longer. So, if you don't want to be friends, then, that's fine. At least I know I did my part."

Randy shook his head. "You should've said something," he said. "Why did you think I couldn't be friends with you anymore?" he asked, pulling her against him, by her arm. His eyes were burning into her.

"I-I-I…I don't know," she replied, unsure of how to react, though she knew she shouldn't be afraid. It didn't matter what happened, Randy would never hurt her. She knew that.

Randy frowned. "Do you know how much I've loved you? How much I've tried to make you feel the same way that I do?" he asked.

Her brow furrowed. "Wait. What?" she asked, not completely understanding what was going on.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, as his hand placed itself on her cheek, as he pulled her lips against his, clarifying everything for Jackie.