"Please call me, write me, do whatever you gotta do to not forget about me ok?"

I blinked back tears so that Randy wouldn't think I was regretting this whole thing. I pulled my North Face jacket tighter around me and tried to smile at Krista.

"I'm not going to forget about you. And you better be coming out as soon as I get settled."

Krista glanced at Randy and he quickly jumped in. "Yeah, Krista. Seriously, come stay with us. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had another chance with Lexie."

"Well, then, I'll definitely come out. Just give me a ring," Krista said, relieved. "And I'm not saying good bye. I'm going to say…see you later."

"See you later."

As we drove away in Randy's black Suburban, I watched Krista climb into her Honda and I remembered the day when she first got it. She came to my parent's house and picked me up and we spent the day with the windows rolled down, smoking cigarettes, and blasting our favorite music. It's funny how the things that make you happy change over time.

"We have a long drive. You ready for this?" Randy looked at me quickly, and then put his eyes back on the road.

"Yeah, I am. I'm ready for something new," I put my white aviator sunglasses over my gray eyes and leaned back into the tan leather seats. I turned up the satellite radio when I heard Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" come on and I smiled to myself at how appropriate that song was at that moment. "Thank you for this chance. For everything."

A serious look took place on Randy's usually smiling face as he replied, "I should be thanking you for proving that not all girls are the same. I was just about losing hope that I'd ever find a good girl who wasn't fake and who would ever mean anything more than a one night stand to me. And I really want to help you get over whatever you have to get over."

I cleared my throat, getting the feeling that Randy wanted to know what I was talking about. "I'll tell you. Eventually. Just…let me do it on my own terms."

Randy nodded. "Yeah, yeah. That's fine. But, just know, I'm here for you. I'll do whatever you want me to to help you get over this. If all you need is someone to cry to and have listen to you, let me know. I'll be that person."

"You will be that person," I put my left hand over his larger right one that was resting on the shifter, "When I'm ready."

In that moment, I really wanted to tell Randy what had happened but I held back. I wanted to make sure that I wouldn't regret him being the first person who would know about what I had endured just a few months ago.

The slamming of the Suburban's door woke me up. I stretched as much as the dashboard would allow and opened my door. I carefully put my feet on the ground since I was still a little groggy, and looked at my surroundings.

The sky was turning a dark purple so I couldn't really see details but I could make out the shadows of horses and several buildings.

"Welcome home," Randy came up from behind me and put his hands on my hips. "You were really out once you fell asleep. I didn't want to wake you up so I thought I'd have to let you sleep in there all night."

I laughed. "This place looks…amazing. You have horses?" I started walking away from the SUV, totally forgetting about all my stuff that I had to unload. I wanted to stay outside as long as I could, savoring the beautiful purple-gray light of dusk.

"Yeah, I have 4 of them. And 2 pitbulls." Randy said. He took my hand and lead me over to the fenced area where the horses were grazing. I stepped through the gate in awe as he held it open for me.

2 brown horses, 1 black horse, and an Appaloosa greeted me. "I love Appaloosa's!"

"That's Molly."

I turned towards him and couldn't help but let a laugh overcome me. "Molly? I was expecting something a little different."

Randy smiled. "My 4 year old niece named her. I'm guessing you know all about this animal stuff."

"Yeah, I know a lot. I hated learning about large animals in school but I couldn't deny the connection I felt with horses once we started working with them." Suddenly, I felt depressed about leaving school and all the friends I made there. I walked over to Molly in silence and tears came into my eyes as soon as she started nudging me with her velvet muzzle. I started talking to her quietly and, after a few minutes, I turned towards Randy.

"I want to meet your pitbulls. But guaranteed I'll be back out here as soon as the sun rises tomorrow."

Randy walked over to me and kissed me softly on the lips. "You can ride any of them whenever you want. The stalls are in the white building out in the field on your left. I race a few of them."

I smiled and pushed my bangs out of my eyes, where the wind had blown them. "I know it sounds so groupie, but I really can't wait to see your house, if you can call it that."

"Well, it's our house now. Follow me."

I was wrong to call it a house. It was basically a brick mansion, complete with white pillars. Once Randy entered in the access code and pushed the heavy red doors open, I stepped inside and gasped.

"Give me a chance to turn on the lights," Randy said, amusement in his tone of voice. At the sound of their owner, 2 pitbull puppies bounded into the entryway. "The gray one with orange stripes and blue eyes is Roxy. The brown and white one is Bo. Both are only about 5 months old." I stooped down to give each of them a good petting and tons of affection. I got lots of kisses in return.

"Holy shit." I breathed once the dogs had calmed down and went into the back of the house, I assumed looking for food. The entryway was all white and black marble, with a black tile "RKO" in the center. On the brick red walls were pictures of his dad and grandfather back when they were professional wrestlers. I walked further in, still looking at the pictures.

"To the left is the living room,"

I walked through the living room's entryway and took it all in once Randy had flipped on the lights. There was one large, black leather couch that wrapped around most of the room with 2 other black leather recliners. A single red carpet was set on the hardwood floor, right in front of the couch.

"Sorry about the real leather." He smiled.

I smirked and noticed more pictures that were framed and standing on top of the black wooden entertainment center, which housed probably the biggest flat-screen TV I've ever seen. I felt my heart skip a few beats when I saw the pictures were of Randy and his mom, dad, brothers, and dogs.

"Cute pictures," I picked one up of a much younger Randy in a Marines uniform with his mom's arms around him. "You were in the Marines?"

Randy breathed in heavily and took the picture from me. "Uh, kind of. I went AWOL twice and spent 38 days in a military prison. Dishonorably discharged."

"Oh. Wow. Not too good, huh?" I said, kind of surprised. I never took Randy as a person that would just kind of run away from something.

"Let's move on, shall we?" Randy tossed the picture on the large couch and led me into a cream colored room that held a long, wooden table. "The dining room. I'm Italian so my mom likes to cook and we try to have dinner over here as often as we can. She insisted on me having a dining room so I let her decorate it, as you can tell."

"That would explain why the walls aren't red." I replied, although I did appreciate her decoration. A large, black chandelier with crystal accents hung right above the table bringing the whole room together. There was a large, black and white photograph of race horses at the racetrack hung on the wall next to a fake topiary. Before I could take in the whole room, Randy was already turning on lights in the next. "The kitchen. Another room not used much."

The kitchen was beautiful. Situated just right of the dining room, it was white tiled with the same marble on the countertops as was in the entryway. The ceiling was dark red as well. Every appliance was large and stainless steel. Sure enough, there sat Roxy and Bo at their leopard print bowls.

Once Randy fed them and they gobbled up their food in about .5 seconds flat, they happily followed us up the winding, hardwood staircase that was found to the right when standing in the entryway.

"There's 2 guest bedrooms that connect, kind of like in a hotel." Randy led me into one that was bigger than my apartment bedroom and bathroom combined. The walls were a soft gray with black trim and, surprisingly, the room didn't look too overly dark. There was a dresser, with a flat screen TV mounted on the wall above it, and a walk in closet. He opened the door that was right by the dresser and it led into the next guest bedroom.

This one had a hardwood floor and off white walls. The bed was black iron and the bedding was black with silver trim and tons of silver pillows. It also had a black dresser and TV and another walk in closet.

We went out of that room and I spotted a door that was right across from it.

"That's one bathroom," Randy said as he led me into it. I looked around briefly. It was large with a black and white tiled floor, claw foot tub, and a stainless steel, modern sink. "C'mon. There's much more interesting things to see."

Randy briefly showed me 3 more bedrooms, each one done in the same dark style as the whole house, and his office, which consisted of a large, black desk covered in papers and a laptop with a 42 inch flat screen TV on the wall straight across from the working area. The walls held all kinds of sports memorabilia, mostly showing off his favorite football team, the Rams, and pictures of Randy with other wrestlers. After exiting the office, I continued following him down the hall. He stopped once he reached a closed, oak door. "My…our room." Randy smiled, slowly opening the door.

Automatically, the lights turned on. It was huge. Probably as big as my whole apartment. The walls were sponged a light tan color, which suited the room very well. In the middle, slightly raised on a small platform, was a king-sized bed, an olive green down comforter covering it. I noticed tan silk sheets peeking out. There was 3 doors, 1 on the right, 1 on the left, and 1 on the back wall.

"The door to your left is one walk-in closet . Currently, all my stuff is occupying it but, if you want that one, you can kick me out. Which would suck because," Randy walked over to the door on the right and opened it up, the closet being automatically lit up, just like the room. "I kind of had this one redone for you."

I was speechless as I walked into the closet, taking in the light pink walls with gold trim. At the far back was a vanity, the top of it completely filled with makeup.

"I talked to Krista and she told me that besides animals, your other passion was makeup. So I enlisted some help to buy you all of this."

I picked up a few MAC and Too Faced containers and noticed the 2 leopard print chairs by the vanity.

"This is…unbelievable." I said quietly when I could finally get words out.

"You're unbelievable," Randy smiled. "Now, to the master bathroom."

We walked out of my closet and he opened the third, and last door, that was located on the back wall of the room, right next to the bed.

This bathroom was much bigger than the first, with marbled floors that matched the entryway and countertops. There was a large tub that resembled a hottub and a separate shower right next to it. A bay window with no shades or curtains was on the wall right across from the tub, showing the horses' grazing land and stalls.

"As you might've noticed, there's no neighbors close by, which is why I can have this rather large window right in front of the tub."

"The bedroom is as big as my whole apartment." I said.

"I noticed. Wait until you see the entertainment room."

What I would consider the basement of the house was a theater containing a screen that took up one wall and was slightly smaller than a movie theatre screen. There were 4 glass cases filled with DVD's and CD's and the whole room had a cozy, fun feeling. The lights were dim and the suede couches were oversized and overstuffed, the brick red carpet soft and thick. A full bathroom was connected to the room.

I walked out of the sliding doors that were in the entertainment room and onto a large concrete patio with a grill and spit. A path of stepping stones lead to, first, an Olympic sized in-ground pool and, farther into the yard, a 12 person hottub that looked like it was made out of tan rocks. I could make out lights underneath the steaming water and an LCD tv set between two of the seats.

"This is the place to be during the summer," Randy informed me with a wink. "Now, I'll show you my other babies, besides you." He punched in a few numbers into the pad outside of the house and the connected garage doors opened, revealing 3 other cars, besides the Suburban, and a street bike.

"This is my favorite ride," Randy said, walking up to a red Hummer. "It's a Dub edition so it's all tricked out," He noticed my attention was turned towards a silver Ferrari 430 Scuderia. "I just recently bought the Ferrari, thanks to winning a few of those horse races. It can be yours until we get you your own car."

I smiled. "I'll probably kill myself in it. I can barely handle my Subaru back home."

He showed me his other car, a black BMW 535 xi, and then his bike, a Yamaha, which was mostly black with bright blue accents. "This is even newer than the Ferrari. I don't think I mastered riding it yet. It still makes me kinda nervous." Randy admitted.

"This is an amazing house." I said as we entered the house once again and went into the living room.

"I don't really like to go out and buy extravagant things with my money because I don't wrestle for that reason but I had to go kind of crazy with the house," Randy said, sitting down on the large couch. "It gets kind of lonely to be in this big place all by myself though."

"Well, I'm here now. I'll attempt to cook and take care of your animals and I'll wake you up every morning with a kiss and sexy lingerie." I smiled, sitting beside him and throwing my legs on top of his lap.

"Wow. More than I hoped for," Randy faked a surprised expression before leaning over and playfully biting my ear. "But, listen. You're going to be going with me to Raw in 2 weeks. I'm going to tell you what to expect, the questions you should answer, you know, things like that."

At the thought of coming in contact with Cena, I tensed up.

"It's not that big a deal. Relax." Randy offered me a smirk and I let myself relax a little. I really had nothing to worry about. Randy was going to be there, after all. It wouldn't be like he would just leave me by myself with people I didn't know. Well, people he thought I didn't know.

"I'm going to get interviewed?"

Randy scratched Roxy behind the ears and then affectionately patted her on the side. "Yeah, just to see if you can be used in future story lines,"

I was taken by surprise at the fact that I might some day be accompanying my boyfriend into the ring.

"WWE is a lot different than everyone thinks. They'll do anything for money. You don't have to be a Diva or professional wrestler to be in the story lines. As long as you have a connection with someone in the WWE, you're fair game. Everyone's really nice, although there are some personal problems outside of the ring between some of the wrestlers. If someone with a mic and a camera crew basically attacks you to ask you questions without submitting valid ID, excuse yourself politely, or rudely depending on their manners, and walk away. It's really important that you don't tell ANYONE any story lines that may occur in the future. It's really hectic backstage but you'll be put in a viewing room with wrestlers coming in and out between their matches and camera time. Be prepared to get hit on," Randy paused. "And don't say anything about us dating. I have to report it to Vince and all the other members of the board before publicizing anything. I mean, obviously everyone will know we're a couple but don't tell anyone that may publish it."

"What do I wear?" I asked, partly because I really wanted to know and partly because the truth about me and John Cena was almost coming out of my mouth. I needed to say something to keep it back.

"Something really sexy that'll make all the other guys jealous," Randy said jokingly. "But, don't get dressed up. Jeans, heels, club wear basically." Just then, I felt my phone vibrate. I stood up so that I could pull it out of the front pocket of my tight, Miss Sixty jeans, looked at the caller ID, and ignored the call.

"You rarely pick up your phone, huh?" Randy teased.

I tried to smile and look at ease. If only he knew who I was constantly ignoring. "I'm just so excited to be able to spend every minute with you while you're off. I want to take advantage of it. Plus, it's a number I don't know. I've been getting a lot of those lately."

"Well, I'm glad that you're not making time for anyone else but me," Randy grabbed my hips and pulled me down on top of him. I straddled him and looked into his clear, blue eyes. "I can't wait to tell everybody at Raw who my girlfriend is and to show you off. God, I feel like I'm back in high school again." He laughed and looked down, away from my intense gray eyes that were searching out his more serious side.

I gently took his face in my hands and made him look into my eyes again. "I can't wait either." I reassured him with a passionate kiss that lead to the finale of the day that started my whole life.