"I don't know why you're calling me. I really want nothing to do with you."

"I'm calling you because I heard about you and Orton," The familiar voice said on the other line. I wondered why I wasn't hanging up and then I wished that it was that easy. I knew that he had the power to do things to Randy and I both and I wasn't willing to take that chance. "I'm happy for you but don't expect it to get that serious."

I snorted. "Hah, I'm sure you're really happy for me. And Randy's not the guy that all of you see."

"Oh, I'm not saying that. I just won't let you two get too close. I mean, you'll be around a lot now considering he'll want you at every Monday night Raw so we'll be seeing more of each other."

"If you touch me, Randy will fucking destroy you."

It was his turn to laugh. "Randy won't know what goes on between us, trust me. It's time you learn how to protect yourself."

I couldn't take anymore and I slammed my cell phone shut, tears streaming down my face. He would always find a way to fuck with me and I was beginning to think that no one would stop him.

I laid in bed all night waiting for Randy to call. It was two weeks since he left my apartment and, at first, I heard from him every night but the calls were getting fewer and farther between. We didn't talk for long when he did call, just asking how each other was. I wasn't even sure if anything would come of this anymore and, that's when I finally realized, I was depending on Randy and us getting together. Devastated that it might not happen, I cried myself to sleep.

"I was afraid you forgot about me."

I couldn't be happier when my phone rang at 4 in the morning and I saw it was Randy.

I heard Randy laugh and, at that moment, I would've done anything to see his smile. "I would never. I've just been really busy and it's hard to tell what time it is back where you live so I was always afraid to call you too early or too late."

"Well, it's about 4 in the morning here so you need to plan a little better." I laughed.

"I knew it would be late but I couldn't go another week without talking to you," Randy paused. "And, since I'll be home in a week, and I'll be off for quite some time, I was wondering if you wanted to, like, move out to Missouri. Come live with me."

I sat down and sighed, both overwhelmed and relieved that my dreams were coming true. "Wow."

"I know it's kinda sudden and I'll understand if you want to wait, but I figured it'd be a good time since I have a few weeks off and I can help you pack and…"

"You know what? There's nothing I want more. And, if you're ok with it, then let's do it." I smiled to myself. Why should I lie to both him and myself by not moving in with him? There really was nothing I wanted more.

"Really? You're going to live with me?" Randy asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. But there's a lot of stuff that have happened to me that I need to get over." I said. I wanted to tell him about John Cena. I wasn't sure if I should tell him before or after I moved in with him. When was the right time?

"Say no more. We all have our demons and I'm willing to help you with yours. I still want you to move in with me." Randy muttered something to someone and then said, "We're almost at the hotel and it's late for you so go back to bed. I'll come to your place next Tuesday and we'll get all your stuff, ok? Goodnight, sweetie."

We said our goodbyes and I sat on my couch, looking around my apartment, for at least an hour after we hung up. I was in shock that in a week, I'd be leaving everything I've ever known and starting a new life with someone that I had always fantasized about. I smiled to myself once again and for a moment, forgot about my past and just thought about the future.