New Chapter, as promised. :)
getcraazysofia – :O I don't think so… LOL. I never really meant for Michelle to be Cody's love-interest, I was going to end up pairing him off with someone else. I don't know who yet. But I will tell you that you're onto something with the love-triangle part, only it has nothing to do with Cody. DUN, DUN, DUNNN. :P
But! I won't say anymore, my lips are now sealed :D Thank you so much for your constant reviews, hun xo.
"Why don't we just play snap? Or Fish?" Randy questioned enthusiastically. "This game is…" Randy paused as he tried to find the words to use. Randy, Cody, Ted, Drew and Christian were all playing a game of poker that cold winter night in Chicago. They had taped Smackdown the night before and decided to stay in that night. Besides, Randy was waiting for Sam, his wife to call.
"– too much for your small brain to comprehend?" Tiffany, Drew's now wife mockingly asked as she looked up from her Cosmopolitan magazine from the hotel couch. Randy turned to the bubbly blonde and sarcastically laughed in her direction, but that was after the four other men laughed at the bubbly blonde's statement.
Tiffany only gave Randy a sweet smile in return before going back to reading her magazine. Randy had become very fond of the blonde upon meeting her only a week ago, properly. She was one of the few divas he could see himself becoming close friends. They were already joking around with each other, which was a good sign.
"I was going to say," Randy paused shooting a scowl into the blonde's direction, only causing her to chuckle without even bothering to glance up from her magazine. "– This game is too boring. At least if we play snap, I can kick all your asses with my super quick viper reflexes." Randy cockily told the men and Tiffany as he demonstrated with his hands copying karate chop hand gestures. Everyone couldn't help but laugh at Randy.
Before anything else could be said, there was a knock on the door. Everyone glanced at Tiffany, who immediately felt five pairs of eyes on her, looked up and frowned. Tiffany pushed herself off the cough with a heavy sigh. "Typical. Get the only woman in the room to answer the door." Tiffany murmured loud enough for the men to hear.
Tiffany opened the door and was shocked to see Michelle standing there. Michelle looked like a hot mess. Her long locks were tangled and she was dressed in a pair of jeans and one of her softball sweat shirts. Her eyes were red and puffy. Tiffany could tell instantly that Michelle had been crying. A lot. She could also tell that the blonde hadn't slept much either. "Michelle…" The blonde gasped.
"McCool?" Ted asked in a stunned tone as all five men's head snapped in the direction of the door.
"No, Obama." Tiffany turned and spoke sarcastically. Ted rolled his eyes. Tiffany turned back to Michelle. "You look horrible, babe." She told her honestly as she eyes the woman up and down a few times. The usual neatly presented beauty looked terrible.
"Gee, you really know how to make a girl feel special, Tiff." Michelle sighed as she threw her hands into her pockets. "Is uhm… Randy here?" She asked almost hesitantly.
"Randy? " She repeated and Michelle nodded causing Randy's head to instantly jerk into both blondes direction at the mention of his name. Tiffany narrowed her eyes in confusion but eventually shook it off. "Wasn't expecting that; but uh, Randy?" Tiffany called quietly. "You've got yourself a visitor." The blonde sighed as she walked away from the door, slightly offended that Michelle would rather talk to Randy than herself.
Randy instantly dropped his cards and walked up to the door on command. Randy's mouth dropped slightly at the sight of Michelle. She really did look horrible. But even then, she was still a beauty. How one woman can look like that, and you were still about to see her beauty, truly was amazing. "Michelle…" Randy spoke as his eyes travelled over her. Michelle instantly felt self-conscious.
"Can we talk?" Michelle questioned softly in a husky tone from her throat being dry which was caused by her crying so much. Randy was shocked. Michelle, the same woman who bit his head off just 24 hours ago was ready to talk? Had hell actually frozen over? Suddenly, Randy felt himself contemplating 2012 all over again. "In private?"
Randy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He glanced back at his friends who had already started a new hand without him. Tiffany on the other hand was less-than subtly firing daggers through him. Randy turned back at Michelle and nodded as he stepped out next to Michelle and closed the door behind him.
Randy followed Michelle out onto one of the balconies at the end of the hallway. Michelle leaned against the balcony rails and sighed.
"I know you probably think I'm like, bi-polar or something." Michelle spoke softly as she looked out onto the cities cold night. Randy chuckled and Michelle looked at him. Randy simply shook his head and a small smile softly appeared on her lips. "I'll admit, when you told me that I could come to you, I thought you were just being nice. I thought you were just taking pity on me, and who knows, maybe you are. But over the past 24 hours I got to thinking. And maybe, pity is what I need. Maybe I just need someone who will smile and nod when I pour my heart out." Michelle explained to Randy, who inaudibly sighed and glanced down at his fingers. It was all so-familiar to Randy.
"To be perfectly honest, I wasn't originally going to come to you. I mean I barely know you. I know you well enough to know that you're a nice guy. I figured I would go to Tiffany or Cody." The blonde continued as she glanced to Randy, who tore his eyes away from his fumbling thumbs and locked eyes with her. Michelle was the first to turn away, swallowing silently. "But then I remember you mentioned that you understood and I contemplated that perhaps Tiff and Cody wouldn't. And someone who understands is just what I need right now." The blonde sighed as she blinked back her tears.
Randy cleared his throat. "I'm flattered, really, Michelle. I'm glad that you would want to open up to me. I know we don't know each other as you said, but I'm happy to be here for you." He told her honesty as he placed a hand comfortably on her shoulder. Michelle smiled. "So, where should we begin?" Randy asked enthusiastically.
Michelle couldn't help but chuckle. "Boy, you're an enthusiastic one." She murmured loud enough for Randy to hear. Randy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "But you want me to vent, right now?" Michelle questioned with a raise of her brow. Randy nodded. "I uh, I –" Michelle found it more difficult then she thought to speak such simple words. Michelle gave a heavy sigh. "I caught Mark cheating on me yesterday." Michelle choked out softly.
Randy blinked a few times. He could see the hurt in the blonde's eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if she began crying right in front of him that second, but something told him that Michelle had cried herself out. "Wow. That must've been difficult. I mean, I figured when I saw him pulling his pants up, but it's shocking. It must be…" Randy paused, searching for the right word.
"Heart-breaking, almost earth-shattering?" Michelle questioned as she gazed up at the taller man.
"– I was going to say, terrible, but I think the words you used pretty much summed it up." Randy quietly told the blonde. He let out a loud breath. "I don't want to sound cliché or nothing, but, how does it make you feel? Like, really feel."
Michelle let out a loud, heavy huff. "I don't know. I have mixed emotions. One minute I'm angry, the next I'm sad, then I'm pissed-the-hell-off, and then I'm depressed. But all-in-all, I mainly feel betrayed. I mean, we made a life commitment to each other – which I guess isn't saying much in this day and age." The blonde sighed as she felt herself on the brink of tears again.
"But marriage is such an important thing to me. And that's why I wrote my own vows. It took me, literally about 4 or 5 months to write my vows. I wanted Mark to really know how important marrying him was to me. I trusted him and he just threw it all back into my face." Michelle focused her eyes on a small object under her as she noticed her vision blur. It was starting again.
She was going to cry and before either of them knew it, the blonde was crying her little broken-heart out again. "I'm no angel Randy, I'll admit that, I've made my share of mistakes, but surely I don't deserve this." The torn beauty murmured through tears and heavy breaths.
Randy didn't waste any time in pulling her in for a huge hug. He pressed her body against his and held her. Michelle wrapped her arms around his lower back and cried into his chest. Randy ran his hands over her hair, soothing her.
They remained like this for a good 10 minutes while Michelle continued to cry and Randy held her and soothed her. Well, that was until they were interrupted by Cody. "Randy, Sam's – uh, am I interrupting something?" Cody asked as he waved the phone into the air. Cody's eyes lingered on Michelle. "Michelle, are you alright?" He asked cautiously as he stepped towards the blonde.
Michelle quickly pulled away from the older man and nodded, wiping her tears away. "Yep. Thanks, Randy." Michelle said as she turned towards the hallway, stopped in front of Cody. "Bye Cody. I'll, talk to you later." She gave him a quick hug and scurried down the hallway.
Cody stepped beside Randy as they both watched the blonde scurry away. "I don't know what was going on there, but your wife's on the phone." Cody said emphasizing the word 'wife' as he handed the phone to Randy. Randy rolled his eyes and waved the younger man off. Not before the dark-haired Georgia native could mouth the words: "Be careful. Don't do something you may regret."
Randy shook his head. It was nothing like that. Randy was just being a shoulder to cry on for a broken-hearted diva. That was it – nothing more.