Where has the time gone? Hopefully I'll keep on track with the chapters, but I'm sorry for not posting a chapter in like a 2 weeks? To be honest with you, I've had really bad writers block. I know, excuses, excuses. But better the wait than a crappy chapter, right? Ha. On with the show, I hope you like it. So Randy and Christy in a hotel together? This might not go down like you think... or maybe it will. ;D

This was no how I planned to spend my night. I had defeated Eve Torres and I had the hotel room to myself. Tonight would be perfect, except Mr. Legend Killer has to ruin it. Killing is still illegal, right? I groan as I slouch over the couch. I sit down on the far end, and cross my legs under my body. I turn to Randy who had switched the T.V to football and is decimating my poor chicken. I shake my head and rolled my eyes. I study my nails before breaking the silence. "I'm not going to sleep with you." I state bluntly. My eyes still fixed on my nails. Randy turns to me, searching for words. I break my gaze and look at him. "I never said you were." He finally mutters. I nod "I know, but Randy, if I knew anything about you, it would be that the only reason you were going to take me out was to get me drunk on expensive wine, then take me back to my hotel room, and 'talk'" I pause and use air quotes around the word 'talk' "and then the next morning, you leave before I can wake up, and end up avoiding me for the next," I pause again to think "whoever many years I'm in the WWE." Throwing my hands in the air as I explain. Randy stares blankly up at me, trying to take word on what I was saying. "But since I didn't want to go out with you, you decided you'd lounge on my sofa, eat my chicken, watch the stupid football on my T.V and hope that there's wine in the mini-fridge… hence the 'talking' scenario again." I explain. There's a long silence before Randy begins to shake his head. "No, no. You're wrong." He says, shaking his forefinger at me. I raise my brow and he continues. "That's something John would do." I roll my eyes. "And you two are so much different." I say sarcastically. "John and I are nothing alike." He states, as if he's offended. "You're right. He's probably better in bed." I shrug my shoulders before getting up and walking over to my suitcase. "Like you'd know?" I hear Randy defend. I jerk my head over my shoulder. "You never know." I wink as I grab out my horror movie collection. Randy's jaw is hanging open. I walk over to the sofa and chuck the collection on Randy's lap. "Choose." I state as I sit back down next to him. He studies the collection impressively. Randy grabs My Bloody Valentine and holds it up at me. He looks at me and raises his brow. "How'd you get this, weren't they all sold out?" he asks. "I Know a guy, who knows a guy, who works at the DVD store." I shrug. "Is it any good?" I shrug again. "Haven't watched it yet. Apparently it scared the shit out of Melina and John though." Randy rolled his eyes. "JoMo is a pussy and Melina will do anything to get into his arms." He states as he walks over to the DVD players and puts the movie in.

40 minutes into the movie and Randy and I are jumping out of our skin. "Jesus!" I state as I almost jump off the couch. I place my right hand in front of the T.V. I turn to Randy whose making faces at the T.V. "Does this director have some fake blood fetish or something?" I ask in a loud whisper as I lean in closer to Randy. Randy shrugs before leaning in closer to me. "I don't know, but don't you think he's used enough- Jesus!" Randy jumps slightly this time, turning to the TV before he could finish his sentence. Now usually horror movies don't scare me, at all, but for some reason this movie is giving me Goosebumps. "Want me to turn it off?" he asks, as manly as possible. I look at him and then to the TV, cringing at the sight. I nod and say softly "Yes… Please." Randy jumps up from the couch without any hesitation and turn the DVD off. As Randy does that, I make my way over to the light and switch it on. A sigh of relief escapes out of my mouth and I make my way back over to the couch.

Once Randy has the DVD out of the DVD player, he practically throws the DVD on the table. "Hey!" I exclaim. "Be careful with that." I say as I lean over and grab the DVD and place it in its cover. "What? You're seriously going to watch that again?" He asks as he narrows his eyes at me. "No! I'm going to give it to David to watch with his girlfriend." Randy shakes his head slightly in confusion before saying "Why would you want to give that to your Brother and his girlfriend?" a small grin spreads across my lips as I pick up the DVD. "Because when he pops this baby in," I say shaking it at Randy "She'll be running for the hills and that bitch can't steal my damn Chocolate pudding at Christmas." I say, grimacing at the thought. "You don't seriously dislike her because she stole your Chocolate pudding do you?" he asks suspiciously. "3 Whole years Randy, and no pudding! I'm the one stuck eating caramel. I hate Caramel!" I state before pausing for a moment or so. "Well, that and she's the biggest bitch I've ever met. I'd rather Eve Torres as my step sister." I make a face at the thought. Randy chuckles a bit and sits down next to me on the couch "You're one of a kind." He states softly. I laugh softly and look at Randy. I nod in agreement before the room fell silent. I clear my throat and Randy lets out the fakest cough I've ever heard. I push my lips to the side of my face as I look around the room. "Well, this was fun." I say as I search for words. I wasn't lying; I had a lot of fun, even though it was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, the night reminded me of when Randy and I first started dating, before the drama. "I guess I should go." Randy sounded hesitant, as if he was waiting for me to stop him. I nodded lightly, "Yeah, maybe you should." Truth was, I didn't want him to go. Randy stood up and made his way over to the door. I placed my hand on the side of the door, and stood beside it, waiting for Randy to say something. A few minutes past by and nothing. "Well, bye." He said softly as he looked straight at me. I nodded as my eyes searched his face, avoiding his eyes. Well this is awkward, I thought. Randy leaned in and I debated whether to move or not. I went with not. Randy lightly pressed his lips against my cheek, before giving me a small genuine smile. Once he turned I returned the smile and closed the door. I took a deep breath in and seated myself on my bed.

I was scared. I finally knew why I couldn't take Randy back. I knew I loved him and I knew he was sorry, but I was afraid. Afraid he'd do it again. I needed to take that risk if we were ever going to be together and if it all worked out, it would be worth it. A small smile crossed my lips as I stood up from the bed and made my way out the door. As I closed the door, I studied the hallway. A dumbfounded expression crept across my features when I realized I didn't know what room Randy was in. He rooms with John, right? I questioned myself. I made my way to John's room. The only reason I know where John's room is because of Mickie. I knocked on the door. "Hold on." I heard John say from a distance. Oh god, don't tell me his having sex in there. I cringed at the thought. Soon the door opened and I saw John Cena standing there with a towel wrapped around his lower body. Please tell me he just got out of the shower. "Oh, Hi Christy." John smiled "What a lovely surprised." He stated as he leaned against the door frame. I rolled my eyes and forced a small smile. "In your dreams Champ." I said and John shrugged his shoulders "Anywhere's good with me." He winked at me. I shook my head, as much I enjoyed John's sarcastic perverted-ness, this was not the time. "John, is Randy here?" I asked, getting straight to the point. John shook his head. "Doesn't he room with you?" I asked. "Nope, he rooms with Legacy now." John explained. "I room with Dave now." I nodded "Alright, where's Legacy's room?" I asked. "Room 8701E I think, if not just knock on every door until you find it." John suggested. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Right… Well thanks John." I said with a smile before making my way to the room John suggested.

I knocked on the door and waited for the door to open. I glanced down the hall at the clock to see it was 1:30 am. I heard a crashing noise and then someone grumbling. A small laugh escaped my lips. Opps, I thought. "Ugh, what?" I heard Ted grumble, rubbing his eyes. "Gee, nice to see you too." I stated sarcastically. "Oh Christy. What are you doing here?" He asked. "Unless it's Jessica Alba or Megan Fox, tell them to piss off!" Cody shouted from a distance. I made my way past Ted, who was practically asleep against the door. I walked in to find Cody on the ground and Randy lying on his bed reading some magazine. "Sorry Cody, looks like you'll have to settle." I said sarcastically. Cody looked up at me "I can do that." He stated with a small grin. Randy looked up from his magazine, completely stunned to see me there. "I'm sure you can." I said to Cody. Randy through his magazine at Cody, who was still on the ground. "Hey!" He said as he finally got back up on his bed. "Christy, what are you doing here?" Randy asked as he got off his bed and made his way over to me. "I need to talk to you." I said. Before either of us could say anything, we heard someone snoring really loudly. I turned to Cody, thinking it came from him, although he was reading Randy's magazine. He looked up at both Randy and I and motioned Ted. We both turned to see Ted asleep like a baby against the door frame. Randy rolled his eyes and made his way over to Ted and led him over to his bed. He dropped him on his bed before coming back over to me. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked curiously. I walked out into the hall and Randy followed. "I'm sorry for waking you." I said apologetically. "I wasn't sleeping." Randy shrugged. "Randy, I finally realized why I couldn't be with you." I said, my eyes glued to the ground. Randy and I were walking to my hotel room as I spoke. I eventually looked up at Randy, and he's eyes were also glued to the ground. "Why?" He asked as we stopped in front of door. "Because I was scared, But… now I'm not. I finally trust you again." I explained. "So you're saying you want to get back together?" He asked softly. I looked to the ground and pushed my lips to the side, thinking for a few moments. I eventually looked back up at Randy and nodded. "Yes." Randy smiled and leaned in a placed a small peak on my lips. "Okay good, because I want to be with you as well." Randy grinned as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I let out a small chuckle and wrapped my arms around his neck, moving in closer to kiss him again.

To be perfectly honest with you, the next morning I expected Randy to be gone. So I wasn't surprised when I rolled over to find a big empty space next to me. I could even smell his cologne. I rolled onto my back and threw my head back against the pillow. I let out a loud sigh and pulled the blanket above my face. I'm so stupid! I thought. A few moments went by before I heard the door open. I pulled the blanket off of my face and glanced at the door, expecting to see Gail there. To my shock I saw Randy there, holding a white paper bag and a look of utter confusion on his features. "What are you doing?" He asked with a small chuckle. "I thought you left." I stated as I slide out of the bed. My pajamas were carelessly thrown on the floor beside the bed, so it wasn't that difficult to find them. Once I had them on, I joined Randy back on the bed. "Why would I leave?" He asked, quite surprised by my statement. Randy handed me the paper bag. "Thanks." I said as I opened it. "I don't know, maybe that's all you wanted to do." I explained quietly. "What just sleep with you?" I looked up at Randy and nodded lightly. Randy narrowed his eyes and moved closer to me. "Christy, what I told you, it was the truth. I do love you and I always have; I probably always will. A smile crept across my lips. Hearing him say that meant everything. I leaned up to his lips and smashed my lips against his. Randy cupped my face as support and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Randy lowered me on the bed and climbed on top of me, deepening the kiss.

"Hey Christy, do you prefer these heels or… what the hell!" I heard Melina say in utter shock. "Oh god, not again." I heard Mickie say. I peered behind Randy, who jerked his head in their direction. I saw Melina utterly gob smacked, holding two pairs of heels and I saw Mickie's jaw hanging open. A small smirk spread across Mickie's mouth as she looked like she was about to give me a high five. "Oh Hi Mel… Mickie." I say with a nervous laugh. Randy froze and an awkward smile spread across his face. "Hi girls." He says, removing his right hand from my back and giving them a small wave. I pushed Randy off of me, and he stumbled onto his back next to me. I sat up and wiped my lips with my thumb. "So are you two…" Melina began, but Mickie finished Melina's sentence "…dating?" Randy and I both looked at it each other before glancing to Melina and Mickie. We both nodded. "Kinda." I said with a small shrug. "Kinda?" Melina asked "What do you mean, kinda?" She said mockingly. "Okay, yes." I stated. "Right then. Well we don't want to wait around to see… what happens next… so we have to go to the… library." Mickie said, looking at Melina to find the right words. "Bye." Melina said with a small wave before the two practically sprinted out of the room. I looked at Randy "It kinda killed he mood." I stated to Randy. Randy nodded in agreement "Yep." There was a long pause before Randy spoke again. "I know, why don't we eat the muffins I brought?" Randy suggested. "Alright." I nodded in agreement. "But where are they?" I questioned. Randy and I searched around the bed for the white paper bag, we both eventually found it. I held it open and looked inside. "Oh." I muttered. "What?" Randy asked curiously. I held the bag out to Randy. He opened it and glanced inside it. "Oh." He repeated. "They're… slightly squashed." Randy explained. "Uh, slightly?" I mocked. I grabbed the bag and pulled out one of the flat muffins "It's more than squashed, but if you're hungry, be my guest."

"I've suddenly lost my appetite." Randy explained with a small grin. "Come on, go get dressed. We'll go to Starbucks or something." It sounded more like a weak order than a suggestion, although Starbucks sounded good right about now so I obeyed. Once I was dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and black knee-high boots Randy and I made our way out of the hotel and towards Starbucks hand-in-hand.

"Hey, guys who's in town tonight." Randy said as we walked into Starbucks. "Who?" I asked curiously as we both waited in the ridiculously long line. "TNA" Randy stated. I looked up at Randy, searching his face for any sign of doubt. "You're kidding right." I eyed him suspiciously before he replied. "Nope, 100% positive." Randy smirked at me. "You better not be just saying that to be an asshole, because that's just major assholey-ness." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Assholey-ness isn't a word," Randy assured me. I shrugged my shoulders "It is now." I nod at Randy, allowing him to now continue. "I would never do that. They're taping tonight, you want to go? Since our show was last night and we leave tomorrow, I don't see why we can't." Randy suggested convincingly. "You really want to go to a TNA show? What, so Bishoff, Hogan and Dixie can try and convince you to sign with them or something." I state sarcastically. "No, I just want to go. Come on, I'm sure you had some friends over there." Randy returned the sarcasm. I hit Randy across the chest. "If you really want to go, fine, we'll go." I rolled my eyes. "Kay good, because I already brought us tickets." My eyes immediately shifted to Randy and widened. "You aren't serious, are you?" I asked. Randy nodded. "Yep." Randy said with his famous smirk creeping across his lips. "I hate you so much right now." I said as we moved closer to the counter. "No you don't." Randy winked at me. I rolled my eyes at him and forced a small laugh. "You're a loser." I pointed out, hitting him across the chest. "Hey, Ms Hemme, that's assault." He clarified. "Oh what, you're going to go the cops and say a 5 ft. 6, redhead assaulted you? Real tough Randy, real tough." I said sarcastically. Randy shrugged, "Maybe" or you could just repay me. "Oh really, and how would I do that, Randy?" I asked with a small smile on my lips. Randy leaned in towards me and placed a long passionate kiss on my lips.

There we go. Now don't think everything will be happily ever after. Trouble will strike in paradise. But how? By who? I don't know, you'll have to find out! (: And what will happen at the TNA event? If you have any ideas to help cause drama between Randy and Christy, feel free to mention it in a review. Thanks for all yours reviews as well. It means so much!
Casey Marie xx