Hello, lovely readers!

A bit of a dramatic chapter last time huh? Even though some of you knew it was coming, the Randy kiss was a bit of a curve ball and totally out of the blue. Seems like Dean has a challenger for Holly's affections now. Let's see the aftermath…

Rileyjade – I know! I don't think anybody expected Randy to get there first. I'm glad the shock value worked.

Raquel the writer – Uh oh indeed!

KairiAnneYukari21 – It was certainly a case of when, not if. We knew he was eventually going to break. And I agree, it will be hard, but it's all about timing

Tantoune – It was a massive no-no! But he had to let his feelings be known. He knows Dean is a challenge for Holly's heart now, so he did what he had to.

Beautifultragedyxxx – Aww thank you! It was certainly a dramatic chapter. It had romance, drama, comedy, everything. So I'm glad you liked it.

Guest – The friendzone is crap. So we will have to wait and see what Holly does.

Wolviegurl – Thank you! Glad you liked it.

ChickWithAKick – I'm glad it came as a surprise. I wanted my readers shocked at what happened. We all knew it was coming, but we didn't know when.

StoryLover82 – I'm happy that you found my little story and are enjoying it. to Holly, he is definitely an older brother, but now we know that Randy sees her as more. I wonder how Dean will react.

Haha95 – We all knew it was coming haha! Poor Randy.

Crazy-wild-and-free – That dance seen was hot, intense and clearly shows the obvious chemistry the pair have. They need to just kiss and fuck already! Haha! Nobody knows how their relationship could have gone had Randy told her sooner. They've known each other for so long that its hard to know if Holly could have ever seen him differently. We'll know more about when his feelings formed in later chapters. But Holly has a lot to think about.

Calwitch - Holly is very confused. She's already trying to figure out how she feels about Dean and how Dean could potentially feel about her, and now Randy has thrown himself into the mix! She needs to talk to Randy and she's going to need to talk to Dean. Let's read the aftermath...

Clarembees - We know she wants him and he wants her, Randy knows she wants him and he wants her, why can't Holly and Dean finally see it?! Haha! And I'm glad you liked the dance scene. I really wanted a moment where their chemistry was off the charts and I'm glad it came across well. With Randy, it was a case of when, not if. We knew there were underlying feelings and now he's finally brought them into the open. And I think we'd all like Randy and Dean to fight over us. Throw Roman and Seth into the mix too lol ;)

This chapter is named after 'What You Gonna Do' by Plan B.

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

I didn't sleep much that night.

Actually, to tell the truth, I barely slept at all.

I spent the entire night lying in my bed, staring blankly up at the white ceiling above me, willing sleep to come even though I knew it never would. It evaded me, my brain not switching off for a single instant in order for it to come and allow me some form of escape.

Too many thoughts flashed through my mind, so many emotions crossed my face, too much anxiety, worry and shock hit my body. I felt constantly on edge, like the littlest thing could make me laugh or cry. So I knew there was no chance I was getting any rest.

But how could I? After what had happened, how the fuck could I?

My best friend, a man I'd known since I was 13 years old, had kissed me totally out of the blue, and my head couldn't quite wrap itself around the situation.

It was like I wasn't able to believe it, like the whole thing was so unexpected that a part of me questioned whether it was real, whether I'd perhaps gotten so drunk that I'd either kissed him or it hadn't happened at all!

But no, that wasn't what happened.

I hadn't kissed him drunkenly, and the situation was a true one.

Randy Orton, my friend of over 12 years had kissed me.

I'd sobered up from my tipsy state the second his lips touched mine, the whole thing feeling as real as the nose on my face. It wasn't a drunken mistake, not at all. It was something he had done. His judgement hadn't been clouded by drink, it was something he'd done sober, something he'd clearly wanted to do, and now I didn't know how to react or how to feel.

How can you feel after that happens to you?

Numb? Shocked? Puzzled? Lost? Confused?

Well I felt all those things.

Literally, what the fuck had happened?

Where had it come from? It was so random, so unexpected, so out of the blue.

Randy had never once given me clues that he liked me. And even if he had, I had totally missed them and had not taken them in or registered them in my head. He was my friend, my best buddy, the man that I looked up to like a brother. And maybe because I saw him like this, my mind had subconsciously blocked out any advances he'd made towards me. I'd known him since I was a kid, since I was a young girl. And I never thought this could happen.

Anything he'd ever done for me, I'd always assumed was part of our friendship. Yes, he was attentive, caring and constantly around me, but he'd done that since I was a kid, so I assumed it was a continuation of that. Never in a million years did I ever figure that anything he'd done for me had been a form of romantic affection. Never did I once guess that his feelings for me went beyond that of friendship.

When had it changed? When had his feelings turned? Clearly he hadn't liked me in that way as a child. That would have been beyond creepy and weird and rather illegal. So when had his brotherly love become something more?

It wasn't fair. Why did he have to throw a spanner in the works like this? He was my friend, my best friend! We had such a great relationship and the best friendship anyone could ever ask for. I didn't understand why he'd now had to throw feelings into the mix. Things were great as they were, and now everything was screwed up and crazy because he'd decided to like me and ruin everything we had.

He liked me, he actually liked me… and I wasn't sure how to feel about him.

I loved Randy, of course I did, but it wasn't the love of a man and a woman. It was the love of two best friends who'd known each other for a lifetime. Randy was handsome, successful, funny, kind, caring… he was a woman's dream. But I wasn't sure if I could see him as more than my best friend. He clearly saw romantic potential in me… but could I see it in him? Could I like him, love him, want to spend the rest of my life with him?

Was it possible to see Randy in a new light and see him how he saw me?

And what about Dean…?

I pulled at my hair in frustration, a migraine forming as I closed my eyes in pain.

This was so fucked up.

I wanted to cry, I honestly did, but what would that accomplish? The kiss had happened, nothing could change it, so crying wasn't exactly going to solve anything. So I knew there was no point.

I threw the quilt off of me, looking over at my phone to check the time. The sun was rising so I knew it was early morning. I held my phone in my hand. It was almost 7am, the day about to start. I flicked through my messages, wondering if Randy had been in touch at all. He hadn't. There were no missed calls neither. Either he was sleeping or he was having the same traumatic thoughts as I was and didn't want to communicate.

I wanted to call him or message, of course I did. But I had no idea what I'd say. I'd never been in this position before and I wasn't sure how to approach the conversation. He was the one who had brought this upon us, and I knew he'd probably think differently after some sleep. Perhaps he was forming a response or figuring out what to say to me.

So I didn't bother at that time. I'd wait till later, I'd wait till our heads were more straight and we'd had time to reflect on it all before I got in touch.

I sat up, swinging my legs out the bed until they hit the floor. I gazed out of the window realising I wasn't sleeping any time soon. I figured there was no point in continuing to try so I decided to get up for the day. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, figuring a shower would be relaxing and useful.

I entered the bathroom and switched the shower on, allowing the water to warm up as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I looked awful, my face pale, black bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep, my hair messy on top of my head. I looked stressed and I looked anxious and I knew I'd need a lot of coffee. As my reflection began to disappear as the mirror became fogged up with condensation, I pulled my pajamas off and stood under the hot water, letting it wash over my body and relax every tense muscle I had.

I washed my hair and body, my brain knowing I'd probably have to eventually be the one to speak to Randy if he didn't make the effort to come to me first. It may have been something he regretted and the embarrassment of kissing me might mean it was too much for him to come to me. If that was the case, I knew I'd talk to him first and ease any issues he had.

There were so many routes to go down, so many questions to be asked and answers to be heard. Should he go first? Should I go first? Should we be friendly? Embarrassed? Nervous? Like nothing had happened?

I sighed, knowing only one thing for definite.

I didn't want to lose my friend over all this.

I couldn't imagine a life without Randy in it. One week away from him whilst I recovered in Connecticut had been hard enough, but to lose him completely over something like this was simply heartbreaking. I couldn't let it happen, I couldn't let things get so far or seem so hard that there was the potential for me to lose him.

But if he had meant it, if his kiss was his declaration of something more, I honestly didn't know what would happen between us. I wasn't sure if we could be friends knowing there were feelings between us, but I knew for sure I couldn't be without him. I had to wonder if it was easier to return the feelings and try something romantic. But would I be lying to myself and forcing a relationship in order to keep him in my life?

My head began hurting again and I knew I was thinking too much.

So as soon as I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in a big fluffy towel and entered my bedroom again, my phone beeping and flashing to indicate I'd received a text. My heart skipped a beat at the sound, hoping it was Randy and that we could sort all this out. I rushed to my phone, my shoulders dropping when I saw it was from Hunter.

You free for lunch today before the Smackdown taping? H x

I texted him straight back.

Sure. I'll be there. Just send me the details. X

He replied after a few seconds.

Good. Wanted a group lunch to go over details of the ladder match. H x

That meant either Randy could be there or not. I held my breath, a part of me hoping he wouldn't be. Yes, I needed to talk to him, but in front of my brother and the entire Authority would not be the best environment for that.

So Hunter messaged me the details and I put my phone down again, getting myself ready for the day, not exactly sure what to expect.

xXx

Every last worry I had hit me at once as I stepped into the restaurant later that day and I knew this lunch had the potential to go very very wrong. Our table was full, Hunter at the head of it with Stephanie by his side. Big Show Kane, Dean, Seth and Roman were also there, all talking amongst themselves. One empty seat sat at the other head of the table which I knew was mine. But three seats to the left of it, a menu in his hand, sat Randy.

Oh crap…

I swallowed nervously, my stomach twisting uncomfortably as I realised he was here too. That conversation I planned to have with him didn't seem like it was coming any time soon and in the meantime it seemed like things were only going to get more awkward.

I took a deep breath and walked over.

"There she is," smiled Hunter as I took my seat, everyone looking at me. "How are you? Hung-over from last night?" He gave a light chuckle.

Everyone smiled at me in greeting as I took a menu in my hand. "I'm good, perfectly sober and well, Hunter," I murmured. "Happy to be having some food. I skipped breakfast."

I noticed Dean opposite Randy, the lunatic fringe offering me a welcoming smirk and his usual wink. I replied with a soft smile, before my eyes cautiously darted over to Randy.

He hadn't looked at me since I'd walked into the restaurant, his eyes glued to his menu. I licked my dry lips, taking steady breaths, hoping he was okay. I wasn't sure what his emotions were, his face giving nothing away. Was he sad? Angry? Embarrassed? I wasn't sure but I just wanted him to be okay; I wanted us to be okay. I wanted things to go back to normal, as if that stupid fucking kiss had never happened. But that wasn't how this was going to go.

The kiss had happened, and we had to deal with that.

However, I wasn't the only one to notice the awkward tension in the air between Randy and I. To the normal eye, it seemed as if nothing was wrong, everyone far too involved in their own business or conversations. But if you looked carefully, you could pick up on the tense atmosphere, and from how Dean looked between Randy and I, he knew something was up.

His eyes flashed to me, then to Randy, then back to me again, a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face. Dean knew how Randy and I were around each other. He knew how we joked, how we teased and how we got along. Randy never ignored me, especially when Dean Ambrose was around.

So to see him offering me literally no attention or reaction whatsoever whilst I sat there with a sad and melancholic look on my face, I knew Dean figured something was up.

But I couldn't think about that now and worry that Dean knew there was an issue. My main priority was the issue itself.

I was worried about Randy, I was worried about our friendship, and I was worried about what that kiss would mean for our future.

"Are we ready to order?" asked the waiter as he approached our table, notebook in hand.

He went round us all, one by one, jotting down our orders. I went with a BLT baguette and a cold glass of water, everyone else telling him what they wanted before he hurried away.

With our food sorted, Randy no longer had a menu to hide behind so he'd have to look at me and talk to me in some way. The waiter came with our drinks and I saw Randy cautiously look over at me. My eyes soon met his, a tense silence passing only between the two of us as we gazed at each other. His eyes didn't blink once as he stared intently at me, his piercing blue eyes stirring with a hundred emotions. I wasn't sure what those emotions were but I was just happy he was actually looking at me and giving me his attention. I offered him a warm smile, my mouth about to talk to him. But before I had chance his eyes darted away, his body moving to chat to Kane beside him.

My shoulders dropped, hating this atmosphere, hating that 12 years of friendship had become like this in less than 12 hours. I felt hurt, I felt miserable, the overwhelming urge to cry suddenly hitting me. So I excused myself to the bathroom, needing to get away from everyone as soon as possible before more than Dean figured out that something was off.

I entered the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, splashing some water on my face to cool off and calm down. I placed my hands on the sink, looking at my reflection. The black bags under my eyes had gone thanks to countless cups of coffee and a bit of make up, but my eyes still looked sad and empty, the usual sparkle having gone out of them. I ran a hand through my hair and smoothed my dress down.

I needed to stop this, especially whilst I was having lunch in front of my work colleagues and my brother. Things were crazy enough between my best friend and I, the last thing I needed was getting other people worried too. I was hurting inside but I needed to put up a strong front whilst I was with company. No one could know something was off.

So I dried off my face, made sure my hair was neat and I exited the bathroom… only to be stopped by Dean Ambrose waiting outside the door.

I let out a surprised squeal, Dean being the last person I expected to be standing there. He looked causal, dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and a Shield hoody. His hands were in his pockets as he rested against the wall waiting for me. He stood up straight once he heard my gasp of surprise.

"What the fuck, Dean," I said, getting my breath back, my hand clutching at my chest. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I just came to see if you were okay," he explained, his face filled with concern. "You seem off."

"I'm fine," I said casually. "Just a bit tired from last night."

"I can tell when you're lying, you know," he said.

"I'm not lying," I shrugged, wanting to get back to our group. "It was a long night and I didn't sleep much. Too much alcohol, I suppose."

I tried to walk past him, but his hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Don't lie to me, Holly," he said. "You're one of the only people in this world who doesn't lie to me, and I'd hate for you to start now."

I looked cautiously up at him knowing I was fighting a losing battle here. From the way Dean was looking at us both at the table, he knew something was wrong so there was no point in denying what he already knew.

I sighed, Dean's hand letting my wrist go once he knew I wasn't planning on going anywhere. I rested back on the wall, looking down at my feet, not even sure where to begin.

"Okay…" I said. "I guess I'm far from fine."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked me.

"I don't even know where to begin…" I said, my eyes mindlessly staring holes into the floor.

"Three guesses says it's to do with Orton," he said.

I looked up at him in amusement before my eyes focused on the floor again. "How did you guess?"

"What's going on with you two?" he asked. "He normally saves a cold reception like that for me."

I wasn't sure whether to tell him the entire truth or skip over it enough to hide what had really happened. I knew how Dean could be, and I had a funny feeling he'd hit the roof if he knew what my friend had really done. Dean and Randy hated each other enough; admitting what actually happened was only going to make their relationship a hell of a lot worse.

"Holly?" he said, prying me for answers.

"Promise you won't get mad?" I asked, looking up at him.

He frowned. "Shit, what the fuck did he do for you to ask me that?"

"Just promise me," I urged. "Promise that, no matter what I tell you, you'll listen and you won't get mad."

I noticed his fingers flex at his sides, his hands balling up into fists.

"What did he do?" he asked, his voice more forceful and stern this time.

"Dean, please," I tried. "Just promise you won't get angry."

He ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair and sighed. "Fine. I promise I won't get mad. Just tell me what the fuck he did."

"Well, I was coming back to the hotel from the club last night," I began. "And I was walking to my room. I must have been louder than I realised because Randy came out of his room and we began talking."

"What about?" he asked.

Yeah… I'm definitely not telling him that part!

"It doesn't matter," I said. "But we began arguing. I got mad, he got mad and the next thing I knew…"

My voice trailed off.

I couldn't say it. I just couldn't say it. I'd said it to myself so many times but to actually voice it out loud made it all seem real. It confirmed that it actually happened.

"Holly," he said, breaking me from my thoughts. "What happened?"

I swallowed nervously, looking up at him, his blue and inquisitive eyes looking deep into my brown ones. I could feel my hands trembling nervously so I put them behind my back so he couldn't see.

"He… erm… he…"

My voice was as shaky as my hands, no real sounds wanting to come out. I was clamming up, all the worry and anxiety I was feeling about the situation stopping me in my tracks. My heart was threatening to burst from my chest, my pulse echoing in my ears.

"Holly, what the fuck happened?" Dean demanded.

"He kissed me…" my voice blurted out, my hand rising to my mouth, almost as if to stop the words in their tracks. But it was too late; they were out in the open. I'd heard them, and from the look on his face Dean had certainly heard them too.

His eyes went dark, his mouth rising up into a snarl. His hands balled into tight fists, his body stiff and rigid. I waited for him to say something but he remained quiet and silent, allowing my words to roll around in his head.

The silence was unbearable; I just needed him to speak.

"Say something," I begged.

"Was it a consensual kiss? Or did he spring it on you?" His voice was eerily level and creepily calm.

"Erm… he sprung it on me, I guess," I replied. He nodded in understanding, his nostrils flaring, his fists tightening until his knuckles went white. I'd seen him like this before and I knew what it was the beginnings of. This was not the time or place for the lunatic to emerge. "Dean?" I asked.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," he growled, turning on his heel and beginning to walk away.

Oh shit…

"Don't!" I suddenly cried out, reaching out and grabbing him, my arms sliding around his waist, my chest pressed to his back. I rested my cheek along his spine, pulling as hard as I could in order to stop him moving. "Dean, don't you dare."

He stopped the second my body grabbed his, his chest taking a deep and steadying breath, his stiff body slowly relaxing. I'd known from past experience that I'd managed to calm the lunatic down on a number of occasions, so I hoped I could do it now.

"Let me go, Holly," he said gruffly.

"And why should I do that?" I challenged up, holding him tighter, refusing to let go.

"Because I wanna kill Orton," he replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Dean, that's an over reaction."

"No it's not," he said. "He kissed you without permission. You don't fucking force yourself on a girl like that."

"I'd hardly call it forcing himself," I said, trying my hardest to calm the lunatic and diffuse the situation. Everything was complicated enough, I didn't need Dean throwing himself into the mix as well.

"Did you give him permission to kiss you?" he asked.

"Well… no, but-"

"Then he forced himself," Dean explained. "And you don't do that. Especially to you. Nobody ever does that to you. So please let me go so my fist can show his face what's right and what's wrong."

"Well I'm not going to do that," I said, holding him so tightly my arms began to ache. I was surprised he could breathe.

"Holly, we both know I'm strong enough to drag us both back into that restaurant," he said. "So let me the fuck go so we can do this quickly and calmly. Otherwise I'm gonna walk back in there regardless with you around my waist and it's gonna cause even more of a scene."

"But what's that going to achieve?" I tried. "Say you do walk in there and punch Randy, how is that gonna look? Hunter is there, Steph is in there, your brothers are in there."

"So?"

"So Hunter sees and he fires you on the spot. You have no job, you won't see your brothers everyday and it'll piss me off and sadden me more than you could possibly imagine."

My words seemed to hit home a little then.

"Why would you be pissed off?"

"Because I don't want to see my best friends fighting," I said. "And I don't want to see you get fired for one small moment of craziness."

I felt his hands gently rest on my arms which were still around his waist.

"But he wronged you…" he tried. "He shouldn't be able to get away with that."

"But it's my issue to sort out," I said. "And I'm trying to do that. This isn't some guy who randomly kissed me in a bar. This is Randy! There's a massive history there, Dean, and I don't want things ruined between us because of one kiss. And you marching in there and beating the shit out of him certainly isn't going to help that."

His body relaxed more in my arms so with a deep breath I cautiously pulled them away.

"But, Holly-"

"But nothing. I'm going to sort this. I don't want you going in there with fists flying. Please."

"Goddamn it. Fine… I won't do anything," he sighed, turning around to face me. He ran a hand through his hair. "But I still don't like what he did."

"When have to ever liked anything Randy's ever done?" I teased, trying to lighten the tense situation.

He let out an amused breath, seemingly more relaxed and calm now. I was grateful for this. The lunatic had thankfully been put away and no chaos would be caused. "True enough, kid."

"Just relax, okay?" I said, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Whilst I appreciate the concern, this situation is a little more delicate than simply going in there and throwing punches. I need to sit down with him and talk this over."

"I suppose you're right," he shrugged, seemingly pacified for now. "So even though I don't like it, I'll do as you say. I won't start anything."

"Thank you," I said, offering him my warmest and kindest smile.

"But if he does try anything again without your consent, I might not be held accountable for my fucking actions."

I smirked. "I wouldn't expect any less."

"Just make sure you talk to him," Dean said in all seriousness. "I know you're close to the guy and you value his friendship. I wouldn't want you affected by this."

I nodded. "I'm gonna work on it." I lowered my hand from his shoulder, Dean's hand suddenly coming up to brush a piece of hair away from my face. His fingertips brushed against the skin of my face as he moved the hair, a delicious chill running up my spine.

"I just don't like seeing you upset," he said, placing the hair carefully behind my ears. "Especially over something that jackass has done. Your face deserves to smile all the time."

I blushed at his words, Dean taking a deep breath, his eyes darkening a little. But he soon regained his composure, returning to his normal self.

"I'll sort it," I murmured.

"Come on," he said. "They're gonna be wondering where we are and I'm fucking starving."

"Sure," I said, the two of us heading back to the table.

I was glad I'd calmed the situation down with Dean, but I knew that was only half the battle. Sure, the lunatic was pacified, but I still had a major problem ahead. I needed to talk to Randy and it needed to happen soon before things between us had time to get any worse.

Again, a huge thanks to rileyjade, Raquel the writer, KairiAnneYukari21, Tantoune, beautifultragedyxxx, wolviegurl, ChickWithAKick, StoryLover82, haha95, crazy-wild-and-free, calwitch, clarembees and my guest reviewer for their kind words about the last chapter.