Welcome back for chapter eleven. We left off with John and Randy heading to the airport to head out to their next city. We're still in Randy's point of view, just as an FYI.
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Ready To Go

We landed in the next city and John ended up catching another ride with me to the new hotel. Lucky me, he never shut up about how I shouldn't give a damn about how my father felt about Ashley and how I should just make it official with Ashley. After beating him up once we got to the new hotel, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to not only check the time but to contemplate on whether or not to call Ashley.

"Call her."

"Shut up, John." Before it could register, John snatched my phone and hit send on my phone with Ashley's name highlighted. "John, you ass! Give me that back!" I tried to grab my phone but John held me at bay.

"Hey there, Ashley. It's John. I stole Randy's phone because he was staring at your number for ten minutes without calling. Yeah, I figured it out and no I won't say anything to anyone. Just be gentle, he's not as young as he used to be."

"That's it, John. Give me my damn phone." John handed me my phone once he said goodbye to Ashley and he took off towards his new room. "Hello?"

"Sometimes I hate him, Randy."

"You and me both." I heard Ashley laugh on the other end and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I opened the door to my new room and threw my bags on the floor in bedroom before flopping on the couch. "So, what do you have planned for today?" Real subtle, Randy.

"Well, probably more training with my dad and then I'm accompanying him to his signing he has in a few hours. He has to take off for a house show but I have strict orders to be nowhere near the place so I'm sure I could sneak out with you."

"Really?"

"Well, duh. And before you start worrying, I checked the house show line-up; you aren't on it."

"That's a relief."

"Yeah, apparently they want you to rest which doesn't sit well with my father. Just so you know."

"I can imagine it wouldn't sit well. Make the older guy work and let the young, talented guy rest. Not fair at all."

"Arrogant, much?"

"Me? Not at all." You could practically hear my smirk through the phone and I heard Ashley laugh.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Oreo."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ashley."

"Oh please, Oreo, I can practically hear the smirk from here."

"Where are you, exactly?"

"Some out of the way diner. My dad thought we needed a break between training sessions. He's coming back now. I'll call you when I can, okay?"

"Alright."

"Later, Oreo."

"Bye." I hung up the phone, the words 'I Love You' lingering on my tongue for the second time in one day. What was it about Ashley that made me feel this way? I groaned as I headed to my new room. I opened the door, threw my bags into the room and flopped down on the bed. I desperately tried to clear my head but no matter what I thought about, it always led me back to Ashley. The hours dragged by and I could feel myself drift off to sleep. I was about to close my eyes when my cell phone began to ring. I jumped up, hoping it was Ashley, and quickly answered it. "Hello?"

"You sound way too excited to talk to me, Randy."

I groaned. "What do you want, John?"

"Nothing, grumpy. Just wanted to know if you wanted to head out for lunch or wanted to stay inside and pine for you girl."

"Shut up, John. I'll go to lunch with you."

"Meet me in the lobby in fifteen, man."

"Sure thing. See you."

"Later." I hung up my phone and practically forced myself to get off the bed. I made myself look presentable, grabbed my phone, keys and card key, and headed down to the lobby. I was messing around with my phone near the door when I felt someone slap me on the back. "Hey, John."

"Sup, Randy? Ready?"

"Yeah." John smiled his million dollar smile and led me out the doors. "I rented a car so we don't need to take yours."

"Now you tell me." John laughed and watched as a relatively nice Chrysler pulled up in front of us. "Hop in."

"A Chrysler? John, you've downsized."

"Shut up. Nothing else suited me." I laughed as I hopped into the Chrysler, putting my seat belt on as John drove out of the hotel driveway. John drove for a good fifteen minutes before we pulled up to a Spanish restaurant.

"Spanish?"

"I want a real deal taco, man. We can go somewhere else if you want." John went to turn the car back on before I stopped him.

"No. I like Spanish food, remember?" John laughed as we got out of the car and headed inside. We were seated quickly and we put in our order of drinks and appetizer.

"So, how did this whole thing between you two start anyway?"

"Really?"

"What? I would like to be informed so if anyone asks, I won't have to lie." I rolled my eyes at John but decided to tell him anyway.

"Creative wanted me to make an appearance with her the night her dad had a match with Umaga."

"That's how this started? I expected it sooner."

"Sooner? Why?"

"After your thing with Mick before, I expected you to target his daughter back then." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"I was focused on Mick at the time, John. I wouldn't have even noticed Ashley." No matter how gorgeous she is.

"I bet you're glad she didn't inherit her father's looks."

"More than glad. John, she's gorgeous like you have no idea."

"I do have any idea, genius." I gave John a look, thoroughly confused by his statement. "There was a party a while back, alcohol involved, and we kind of fooled around. No, not like that. We made it to third base, Randy. She was up front and told me, pretty much, that I was not what she was looking for." I laughed and shook my head at John. "What? Hey, if she's bored she calls me up and we chill. Some days we just chill and others we start macking. I don't argue, man." Our nachos arrived and we put in our order for lunch and I laughed as John checked the waitress out. "She's hot. I don't care if your wandering eye found itself a home, she is hot."

"Maybe you'll get her number before we leave."

"Hopefully. I've been so pent up lately, man." I laughed, knowing damn well that I was far from being pent up. "Shut up, man." John did a double take when he saw the look on my face. "No way. You and Ash?" I nodded. "How was it?"

"Epic."

"How many times?"

"So far?"

"Damn!" John put his hand out for a high five and I laughed but gave him a high five anyway. We finished up lunch rather quickly, or so I thought before I looked at my watch.

"It got late. Why didn't you tell me it was so late?"

"It's six o'clock, Randy. That's not late."

"What time is the house show?"

"Seven. Plan on stealing more time with your woman?" I nodded with a mouthful of food, earning a laugh from John. "Get after it, Randy."

"I plan to." John choked on his taco and I busted out laughing. "Smooth, John."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll be right back." I smiled as John left to go to the bathroom, just as our waitress came back to the table. She asked if we needed anything else and I answered with a no. I quickly thought it over and decided to do John a favor. "Actually, there is something. You saw my friend, right?" She nodded, a smile growing on her face. "Would you go out with him? He's really upset about his last relationship. Poor guy had his heart ripped out." Our waitress, whose name was Lindsay, said 'aw' and I knew she was actually falling for it.

"The poor baby. Here is my number. Have him give me a call and let him know that I get done at ten tonight."

"I will do that, thank you." She smiled and left the bill on the table. John came back to the table just as I was fishing out my wallet.

"Hey, what are you doing? I got this."

"Nope. I got the bill and you owe me." I handed him Lindsay's number and he just looked at me. "That our waitress' number, dumbass. If she asks, you're heartbroken about your last girlfriend because she broke your heart. She gets done at ten, by the way."

"I owe you, Randy. You're a genius."

"It works every time, John. Just remember you owe me, though." John threw his napkin at me and I headed to the cash register to pay for our lunch. As I was paying, I watched Lindsay walk back over to our table and sit down next to John. I smirked and took my time signing the bill, giving John more time with his new venture. I took my copy of the receipt and headed out the door. I grabbed my phone and sent John a text message letting him know that I was outside. Ten minutes later, John walked out of the restaurant with a smile on his face. "Took you long enough, damn it."

"I was making sure I had my story right, genius. Get in." I rolled my eyes and hopped into the car. John took off towards the hotel and halfway there, my phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, Oreo." My heart rate shot through the roof as I heard Ashley's voice on the other end.

"Hey, Ashley. What's up?" John tapped me on the shoulder.

"Tell her I said hi."

"No, dick face." John punched me in the leg, repeatedly, until I gave in. "Fine. John says hi, Ashley." I heard Ashley's laugh and quickly forgot about my leg in pain.

"Tell him I said hi back. My dad is heading out in a few minutes if you want to do anything later."

"Sure. Whatever you wanna do, Ashley."

"Alright. What room are you in?"

"Um, 330."

"Who knew we were right down the hall from you? I'll head over once my dad is gone, okay?"

"Sure thing."

"See you then, Oreo."

"See you." I hung up the phone with a huge smile on my face.

"You got it bad, man."

"Shut up." I knew John was right but I didn't want to add to his ego.

-FIN-

That's the end of this chapter. I hope ya'll enjoyed it. Reviews are greatly appreciated : )