Thought you should know, that after I wrote that past chapter, I had to watch Mortal Kombat (I do own that movie.. lol). I love it, but it would have been a lot better if Randy had been there.. –sigh- lol
Anyways, on with the chapter. I promise to get to the next Raw soon. I'm itching to write about what happened after it went off air. And if you don't know, YouTube "After Raw went off air 6/21/10" if it doesn't give you chillbumps, or at least make you smile, somethings wrong! Lol
Chapter 27-
The rest of the morning passed by uneventfully. We went back to my house in silence. Randy had spoken himself into reserve and I didn't know what to say. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but it was quiet all the same. I got busy when we arrived back to my place. I began washing all my dirty clothes, and packing my newer ones from my closet into my bags. And now that Randy and I were together, there were articles of clothing I had left at home, not thinking that I needed, that I could use to my advantage in the future. Ranging from lace to silk. I made sure to pack those while Randy was in the shower; because I didn't think now was the time to be seen with them.
I heard the shower curtain slide open I turned my head from my closet to see that Randy hadn't even closed the bathroom door. I couldn't see inside the room, and I was wondering what was taking him so long, until Randy walked out. His head was bent down, and his hands were still tucking the towel tight around his hips. Somewhere in the back of my head, I thought this is what it would be like to live with Randy. To share a bathroom, a bedroom, a home. And I knew the saying "you don't know a person, until you live with them". But from what I was learning about Randy, and everything that I observed in the weeks we had shared a hotel room, not once had I been at wits end with him, or wanted to strangle him. Lord knows, he's had his moments where he's frustrated me to no length, but that was nothing new. All this made me secretly happy, and something that I would never tell Randy.
"Once you're ready," Randy said, leaning against a post on my bed frame, "we'll go over to my place. And if you don't mind, Nathan wanted to stop by. I thought we all could have dinner together."
I felt my chest contract painfully. The casual mention of his family after divulging that story earlier baffled me. It was still fresh on my mind. I was still affected by it. I was not stupid to think he wasn't. But I knew better than to let my thoughts run away with me in front of Randy. He could spot that on his worst day. I threw him a bright smile, nodded, and hopped in the shower.
While I was getting ready, I got nervous. What did you wear to meet someone's brother? I knew to be conservative for his parents, but I didn't know anything much about his brother. Deciding on a black thigh-length loose skirt and green, silk halter top and a pair of black strappy heels that I had forgotten about in the back of the closet, I curled my hair, hurried through a decent make-up job and walked down the stairs. The first thing I noticed was all the bags were gone from the room. He must have already packed them in my car. Sighing, I rolled my eyes; he couldn't even wait. I saw Randy turn towards me, and his expression changed. Slowly, he made his way to me, running his knuckles down my bare arms.
"I just had a great idea," he said, playing with the hem of my shirt, "how about we stay here, Nathan can wait until tomorrow, and I show why green is my favorite color?"
He had no idea how tempting that sounded to me. Well, maybe he did. Memories of us together flashed in my head, his flesh on mine, and it took all my will power not to rip his clothes from his body. But, we didn't have much time here in St. Louis. I didn't want Randy to miss any time he could with his family, spending it alone with me, when we travel together. I pushed lightly on his chest, and he reacted immediately. Randy stepped back, and looked down at me, the heat dying from his eyes.
"This," I pointed between him and me, "is together on the road. You never get to see your family. I want you spend time with your brother."
Something new came into the blue orbs of Randy's eyes. A different kind of light. And it warmed me from the inside out. Randy craddled my neck with both hands, resting his thumbs on my jaw. He lowered his lips, and brushed them lightly over mine.
"I love you." His voice was low and gruff. He didn't say it often. He didn't have too; I could tell from his actions what he was saying. But to hear him say it once was to hear him say it the first time. My heart jumped time, and I couldn't fight the smile on my face.
"I know," and I slid one my hands in his, and began to tug him towards the door.
oo
The ride to Randy's house was vaguely familiar to me. I felt my body heat up the closer we got to his house. After his propostion in my living room and knowing what was happening the last time I was on my way to his home, I had Randy on my mind. He turned my car onto a long, paved white drive-way that twisted and turned through the trees. The woods parted to reveal the wide, two-story house. It had several peaks in its gray-shingled roof, and the walls alternated between dark gray siding and brick-like stone. There weren't many windows. Unlike his parents' house, where windows were plentyful, only five windows graced the front of Randy's home. And one was semi-hidden by the large, arched doorway of the front door. Randy pulled my car in front one of the two dark gray garage doors, and shut off the engine.
I was glad that both of us were under the silent agreement to not mention the last time we were both here. At least, not right now. I knew Randy. He would bring it up at some point. Possibly later, when we were both laying in his bed. I got out of the car, and together, Randy and I carried the luggage into the house. My eyes grazed around Randy's house, taking in everything. Randy hung my keys up on his metal key hook next to three other sets of keys that I didn't know what they went to. But something about that action, about including my car, including me, with his things, made my heart flutter. I followed him through the small foyer and into the living room. The hard wood floor was covered by a large area rug, underneath a light ten suede couch with burgundy throw pillows and a matching loveseat. A light hardwood-topped coffee table with rot-iron legs sat infront of both couches. Facing the seating area was a 46" LCD flat screen TV on a black-wooded entertainment center. I didn't understand why Randy had to have such a thing, when he was never home to watch it.
I shook my head and followed behind him, wheeling my suitcase to a set of stairs, passing a really fine dinette set. It was able to seat ten people. I wondered to myself if he ever had that many people in his house at once. Taking each stair carefully, I carried my bag up the staircase. Again, we walked down another hallway. But I began to remember. When Randy turned the knob on a door at the end of the hall, and walked into his bedroom, I remembered his room. I figured it was from taking it all in from the shock of realizing what I had done, and trying to find my clothes, but I remembered. From the black armoire that stood tall next to the floor to ceiling window, the smaller chest of drawers with the top littered in his things, the black night stands, and to the black-framed King sized bed with a tall headboard. And with a second glance, I had to repress a laugh. Only Randy would have a padded headboard.
"You can set your bags anywhere," I heard Randy say. And to the untrained ear, there was nothing else to his words, but I was becoming an expert at reading between the lines. I heard the passion that laced his voice. He definitely remembered the night in this room. And that made me jealous.
"It's not fair, you know?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I watched as Randy turned to me, a confused look on his face. "It's not fair that you remember our night in this room, in your room, and I don't." I pushed my bottom lip out, pouting.
Confusion died from his eyes, and the passion returned in an instant. He dropped his bags with a loud thud. I bit back a smirk as he walked over to me. He gazed at my lip before looking me in the eye. "I know, but don't worry," Randy said, pulling me close to his body as he wrapped his arms around my waist, "we'll make new memories in this room. Better ones. Ones, I promise you, you won't forget."
I shivered against him at his word. I knew how true he was to his promises. And I was looking forward to it. My body wanted him to prove it at this very moment. I arched my back, pressing my chest into his. My bare leg grazed over his jean-clad one, wanting nothing more to rid him tight restriction.
"Randy? Where are you?" A voice called out from somewhere in the house. A voice I had never heard. Randy's groan met my ear, and I pulled back from him.
"Nathan always had perfect timing," he said, grabbing me by my hand, and pulled me from the room.
I felt a small wave of panic. Randy didn't even give me a chance to refresh myself before I met his brother. Not even brush my hair. All I could do was run my fingers through my hair quickly, and straighten my clothes nervously. I was now wishing I hadn't worn something that looked like I was going to a night club. Just because Randy had approved, didn't mean it was appropiate. I had learned that. We made it back to the living room, and Nathan was sitting on the couch, already flipping through the TV channels.
Nathan had the same dark, brown hair as Randy; or he would if Randy didn't shave his off for his character. They shared each other's smile, nose and eyes. Other than that, he was nothing like Randy. Nathan was mixed-martial artist, and his muscle tone wasn't like Randy's. He wasn't as big or tall as his brother, either, I found out when he stood up. But, heavens, Randy is six foot four. I watched as he and Nathan did that man-semi-hug maneuver, and I wanted to laugh.
"Nate," Randy turned to me, "this is Lora. Lora, this is Nathan." I smiled at him brightly, trying to fight my nervousness. Nathan smiled back softly.
"Hey baby," he said, as he shook my extended hand. And a shiver went down my spine at his use of the word "baby". And I didn't like it. I wasn't big on pet names. Hell, I was sure that Randy had only ever called me "baby" once, the night I was attacked. But, like with everything, Randy could get away with anything. When Nathan turned from me, I looked to Randy, but he wasn't looking at me. He was engaged in conversation with Nathan. I sighed. Maybe that's how he was, I thought.
We sat in the living room for an hour or so, talking. Or I sat in the living room, listening to Randy and Nathan talk. And it wasn't like I wouldn't try, or that Randy wouldn't attempt to include me in the conversation, but somehow, Nathan would squeeze me back out. He would change the subject to something I obviously didn't know, or completely ignore me. So eventually, I gave up, and just tried to keep interest in their conversation. Finally, Randy offered to cook dinner for everyone, and we all followed him into his well-equiped kitchen. I pictured him to have a kitchen like this, ever since I learned that he liked to cook. After another thirty minutes of being ignored by the boys, I excused myself to the bathroom. It took all my willpower to return. I just wanted to stay in the bathroom until the night was over, and it was just Randy and me. But I steeled my frayed nerves, and began to return to the kitchen. I stopped just short of the door frame when I heard my name.
"So, what do you think of Lora?" Randy asked. I heard a faint cutting sound. He must have started on the carrots. A scuff of a chair sounded that Nathan had sat down at a bar stool.
"She's a babe. You cleaned up on this one." His words caused indignace to rush through my veins. My hand itched to come in contact with his cheek. But my curiosity of Randy's reply held me in my place.
"Nate, I'm serious. I love her, and I want to know what you think." Again, my heart beat rapidly at those three words. But it didn't last long.
Nathan scoffed. "C'mon, man. You are not in love with her. I'm sure feel that way about every girl you sleep with. Did you see the way she was dressed? She is a dime a dozen at the club, man. There's no need in getting yourself into any relationship troubles over some money-seeking piece of tail."
I couldn't stand there and listen to his mouth any longer. I didn't hear anything else as I turned on my heel and walked stiffly up the stairs, and back into Randy's room. I couldn't hear anything over the roar of rage plushing through my body. I closed the door softly behind me, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Why had I thought that this day would have gone smoothly? I could see my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I saw the look of utter shock and anger, and hurt. I had never been more insulted. In so many words, Nathan had just called me a golddigging two-bit whore. I believe I would rather be hit over and over by Erik, and than have a member of Randy's family call me a whore.
But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I stood up from the bed, and walked to the door, before stopping in my tracks. I turned back around, my eyes landing on my suitcase. I headed back to it, quickly unzipped it, found my t-shirt that Randy had given me to sleep in, and a pair of pajama pants. I hurriedly changed into them, and padded barefoot out of the room. Nathan was the first to notice my return, and his jaw dropped. I guess Randy sensed the change of the atmosphere, and turned in my direction. His brow furrowed in confusion as he eyed me head to toe.
"Lora, why did you change?" I heard the tension in his voice. But I spared no look for him. I turned my entire body towards Nathan, my hands on my hips, glaring him in the eye.
"I didn't want to get those clothes dirty. I need them, you know, since I'm a dime a dozen and all." And I watched Nathan's face turn a bright shade from embarrassment. He wasn't expecting me to have heard his opinion. Well, quite frankly, I really couldn't care less for his comfort right now. "I just can't believe someone as vulgar as you, came from the same parents that I met. Oh yeah, Randy took this piece of tail to meet your parents. But before you go making assumptions about me, let me tell you the facts. Despite what you might think, I have a job, with the WWE. So, no, I'm not after Randy's money. And don't you dare call me a piece of tail again. I'm not like some pizza for a bunch of guys to get a slice!" I stepped closer to him, not caring at that he was taller than me, or mastered the art of mixed-martial arts. "Oh, and just so you know, Randy told me he loved me before we slept together."
I turned on my heel, and stormed from the room. I had to force myself not to run up the stairs. When I made it to Randy's room, I slammed the door shut behind me. Walking to the bed, I flopped down across the vast mattress, buring my head in a pillow. I was suddenly exhausted. I pulled my knees into my body, curling up on the bed. Several quiet moments passed by, and I heard the soft padding of feet in the hallway, and then the door creaked open. Randy walked around the bed and lay across from me. I didn't want to look at him. Even though I didn't like his brother, and I was extremely angry with him, it was still his brother. And I had just yelled at him. I had no clue what Randy's reaction would be.
"Nathan went home," Randy said, finally breaking the silence. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I still didn't know if Randy was upset with me. And I had to know.
"I'm sorry," I said, opening my eyes slowly to stare into Randy's blue.
Randy looked at me softly, if a strange look, "For what?"
I sighed. Did I have to draw a picture? "For yelling at your brother and ruining your time with him."
"Lora," Randy said, "not everything is your fault. You don't always have to say you're sorry. Like this for instance. Nate running his mouth, being a complete idiot, is not your fault. And trust me; I am not mad at you for what you did. Because I did the same thing. When you disappeared, apparently changing clothes, Nate and I had a heart to heart," and the tone of his voice did not sound like it went all that pleasant, "and he will never say anything to you, or about you again. Especially not after what you did."
The mere fact that Randy had stood up for me to, not just any family member, but his brother, was one of the greatest feelings. Like everything that we fight for, and struggle for, is all worth it in the end. I cast my eyes downward, picking at a spot on his comforter.
"You know what upset me the most?" I asked, but before he had a chance to reply, I answered his unasked question. "It wasn't the golddigging, piece of tail part that upset me as much as the fact that he didn't believe that you loved me."
Randy brought his hand up to my face, caressing my skin softly. I looked back into his eyes. "Nathan is married to his work right now. That's all he ever does. And he never makes time for anything, or anyone, else. That was always the difference between him and me. Although, I couldn't go home at the end of the day on the job, I would still go out and have fun; be with friends or meet people. But not Nathan. He goes home and practices more or watches videos of his old fights. Anything he can do to improve. He doesn't understand that something other than wrestling makes me happy. That I love something other than wrestling."
oo
The days came and went, faster than Randy and I wanted them too. I pushed from my head what Nathan had said, one because it was Randy's brother, and two, I said what I felt like I needed to say, and I had come to terms with it. Though, I would never tell Randy, I still didn't like him. First impressions are meaningful to me, and that was not something I'll ever forget. Soon, it was Monday, and I was sitting alone in my titantron room. All my music was loaded, and I had nothing to do. But was to start soon, and I couldn't leave my post. My body was still exhausted from the frequent traveling we had been doing over past several days. Randy and I had flown from St. Louis to Uniondale, New York for our pay-per-view, Fatal Four Way. Which ended the same way Raw has been ending the past couple of weeks, with those rogue NXT rookies attacking the place, letting Sheamus, the scheduled winner, get the pin over John for the title. Meanwhile, still reaking havoc of the other WWE stars that were ringside. Then, everyone had to wake up early this morning to drive the hour and a half drive to Bridgeport, Conneticut. And I hadn't seen Randy since after we arrived. John dragged him off for a work-out session this afternoon, and I rode with Casie to the arena.
Finally Raw started, and Casie joined me, coming from John's locker room. So far, Raw had been pretty uneventful. The best thing I had witnessed so far, was Evan Bourne and Chris Jericho's match. Randy had a segment to speak tonight, to be interrupted by The Miz. Something of which I didn't understand. Since when did Randy fight The Miz? The highlight of the night came when Raw was going off the air.
The NXT rookies attacked, again. What a surprise. But this time, as a scheduled event, they ganged up on Vince. Which I thought was a bit dangerous myself, but no one asked my opinion. Raw's camera's quit rolling as the NXTer's stared down at Vince. But the arena's cameras, and my titantron, were still going. And the rookies watched on as trainers carried Vince out on a stretcher. But screams echoed through the arena as John, coming up from the announcer's desk, a beaten heap, and got in the ring. And the rookies converged. None of this was a part of the plan. I looked over at Casie and saw the fear and anger in her eyes as she watched on helplessly. Then my phone vibrated. A text message from Randy.
Play my music in five minutes.
Relief washed over me that Randy was on his way to the ring to help. But even as I watched, Evan Bourne went to the ring, but it was seemingly useless against the attack. He was soon followed by R-Truth and Mark Henry. But the NXTers were holding their own. I checked the clock on the wall. It had been five minutes. I hit the button, and heard his music echo throughout the arena, and heard as all of the fans began to scream loader. Watching the screen, I saw Randy walk slowly onto the arena stage, and look behind him, and head down the ramp slowly. And what I saw caused goosebumps to errupt all over my skin. Randy had brought the Calvary. Nearly the entire Raw roster, including The Miz and Ted Dibiase Jr., were walking behind Randy. And without warning, they all charged the ring. It was hard to tell who was beating up on who. But slowly and surely, the ring began to clear, with the rookies being tossed to the outside. When there was only one left in the ring, John hauled him to his feet, and sacrificed him to Randy, who got him immediately with an "RKO". Once all the Raw stars were sure the NXT rookies were out of the arena, they came back to the ring to celebrate. Randy stood up on the turnbuckles, and posed in "Orton" fashion. I hit his music, wanting to hear his fans yell for him, and I wanted him to hear it too. And I saw John, in character, watching Randy as he went to a different turnbuckle for another pose.
Then I switched to John's music. Being best friends with a big WWE superstar and dating another big WWE superstar, it was hard to decide between whose music to play. I watched as John pointed at Randy in respect for the save of him, and of Raw in general. And as John left the ramp, I switched it back to Randy's music. I laughed as Randy went to each of the four turnbuckles for his pose, before leaving the ring. I watched him closely as he walked up the ramp and paused. He turned around and stared at the crowd, before posing one last time, savoring the rambunctious crowd, all screaming and cheering for him.
A/N
Sorry for the wait, I had a family reunion I had to travel to.. yuck, but I had a good time.. Anyways.. again, not much to say here.. but REVIEW! Please and thank you!
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