A/N: Hi guys, hope your liking this story. It's getting quite good to write! A big thank you to my brother, who helped me with the plot. He just had a crazy idea, and I loved it :)

Thank you to DX Llamas and GummyBears OH MY (that is such a cool name btw!) Mick-a-rana and ayebeehmehx3 for reviewing last chapter!

Enjoy..

Mickie had decided that she needed to get out, to go somewhere. Kelly, Mickie's best friend decided to tag along.

"We could go and get something in the café?" Kelly asked, pointing towards the shop.

"Yeah sure lets go, I'm starving."

They walked towards the café and not long after, Kelly was queuing up to get the food, while Mickie went to go and find a table.

Mickie watched as two teenage girls sat drinking a cup of what looked like hot chocolate, shared a large muffin while gossiping away. That's what I should have been doing as a teenager. Mickie thought to herself.

Kelly came back with two baked potatoes and coleslaw and some drinks. They talked about work and how busy things had been lately. Mickie and Kelly had been friends since Mickie had moved to Cornwall all those years ago, and they both had decided that a change of scenery would be nice instead of looking at beaches and sea water all the time. The two friends moved to London and rented out a flat, but had hardly seen each other because of their different work times. They'd been talking about it for a few minutes before Kelly suddenly changed the subject.

"Do you think John is good looking?"

Mickie sighed. She had no idea who John was. I thought she was dating a guy called Cody? She thought.

"I don't know who John is."

"John, from work?" She lifted up an eyebrow. "Have I not told you about him?"

Mickie shook her head 'no' and continued to eat some of her potato before waiting to hear Kelly start her rant about John.

"Well he has these amazing blue eyes, he's really muscular, has a kind smile, and absolutely gorgeous!" Kelly smiled. "Well I think he is anyway."

"Sounds like a keeper."

Kelly went on talking about John and what she liked about him. Mickie didn't mind. It was easy talk, funny, and silly and often rude. It had no deep meaning to it.

"And John asked me if I wanted to go out for drink tomorrow night." Kelly took a sip of her coke.

"So what did you say?" Mickie asked.

"I said yes of course!"

Mickie took a forkful of potato and salad from her plate. She found herself looking at what Kelly was wearing. Today she had a pair of blue jean shorts and some white designer t-shirt. Her long blonde hair was curled and flowed down her back and she had little make-up on. It didn't surprise Mickie that her friend got asked out for drinks, because she was beautiful.

"Do you think he's good in bed?" Kelly asked.

Mickie took a last mouthful of food before pushing her plate away. She tried to mentally picture this John bloke.

"How'd you mean in bed? Mickie asked, feigning innocence. "Sleeping you mean? Well then I wo-"

"No, you know," Kelly laughed, "rocking and rolling."

Once again, Mickie tried to picture John, but nothing would come.

"Marks out of ten?" Kelly asked, leaning forward in her chair.

"I don't know!"

Mickie didn't know. She'd had a boyfriend down in Cornwall but it had been pretty tame stuff. They'd kissed and cuddled but he started to become more demanding and she automatically stopping liking him. She wasn't the kind of girl that all the boys went for, that was Kelly. She hardly wore make-up, basically lived in jeans and converses and wouldn't do much with her hair. She kept it natural, and it suited her.

"Do you think he likes me?"

"He must do, he asked you out Kels." Mickie replied, and Kelly nodded her head. A few minutes past before Kelly spoke up again.

"Hey, good-looking guy behind the counter!" Kelly whispered, loud enough just so the table next to theirs could hear. Mickie refused to look round, so Kelly began talking about something that had happened at work. "Look, look, the guys coming this way!' Kelly said in a whisper.

Mickie didn't even bother looking. If he was attractive he wouldn't be looking at her, he would be looking at Kelly.

"I know you. You're the girl who made me drop my apples."

The voice came from behind her. Mickie spun round. It was the guy with the starched apron. She turned back. She knew him. It was the man from 53 Kents Hill Road.

"Dropped his apples?" Kelly asked, a wicked look on her face. "Is that some kind of code? Some sort of metaphor?"

Mickie looked away as he pulled out a chair and sat beside her. He was holding a drink.

"We had a pedestrian collision and she made me drop my shopping."

"Oh dear, well I hope your shopping is okay." Kelly smiled. "My names Kelly by the way."

"Hi Kelly, I'm Randy." He said.

"I have to go." Kelly said suddenly, gathering her things and giving Mickie a raised eyebrow look.

"I'm coming." Mickie said.

"No, stay. You sit here while I go to the loo. I'll see you at the exit."

Kelly slid from the seat and was gone in seconds. Randy moved to where she had been sitting. Then he was staring straight at her.

"Shouldn't you be working?" Mickie asked.

"My break."

Mickie felt uncomfortable. She could just get up and go, it would be easy. She didn't know him or owe him anything. She pulled a strand of hair from behind the back of her ear and began winding it round her finger. After a few awkward moments she felt the need to break the silence.

"So your apples were fine?"

He smiled suddenly, showing almost all of his white teeth.

"Some needed counseling." He said with a serious look. Mickie was puzzled for a second before the penny dropped, and she laughed. The laughter continued, tinkling out of her unexpected. Randy sat back, drinking his drink with a satisfied look on his face.

"Why were you looking at my house?"

"I wasn't." She said, he face creasing.

"It was definitely you Mickie, you were just standing there, staring at it."

"I was miles away, sorry."

"It's not a problem. I was just curious." He leaned forward. "So do you live nearby?"

"Yeah."

"Do you live on your own? With your boyfriend? With your friend?"

"I share a flat with Kelly."

"So, no boyfriend?"

"I didn't say that." She said.

"You do have a boyfriend?"

"I might."

He put his drink down on the table and his hand crept across the surface and lay on top of hers. He was so confident, so sure that she was bowled over by him. She ignored his hand and concentrate on the tattoo's that went all the way up his muscular arms.

"You'd like me. I'm multi-talented." He said, his fingers making lazy circles on the back of her hand, giving her a tingle that seemed to travel up her arm and go towards her chest. She pulled her hand back, and placed it on her lap.

"At what? Working in a café?" She asked.

He chuckled and sat upright.

"I've been traveling. This is a summer job."

"So that's why you have such a nice tan."

"No, this is my normal skin color."

"But, you've been traveling?"

'So, you did take notice of me?"

He was staring at her again.

"I should go," she said. "I have to find Kelly." She began gathering her things.

"Give me your mobile number."

"She'll be waiting." Mickie muttered, standing up and pushing her chair in as if she were a pupil in a primary school class.

"Come round one night, I'll show you some photos."

"That's a new line." She laughed.

"53 Kents Hill Road. Come and see me Saturday night, just after seven. You know where it is."

"I think I'm busy." Mickie said, turning away.

"I'll be waiting, just after seven."

She walked towards the exit. Kelly was outside; she could see a flash of long blonde hair. She headed towards her only to see her talking to some man.

Come and see me. Randy Orton's voice was there in her head.

Kents Hill Road. You know where it is.

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