A/N: Hey, I am going to try and focus on finishing this story before I start writing some more chapters on my other story (Feel free to check it out if you want :P) I have a feeling that this is going to be about another 3-4 chapters until the end.

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On Saturday evening Mickie sat at the computer replying to a couple of emails from girls she'd known in Cornwall. She was glad to have something to do to take her mind off Randy Orton's invitation. She told herself that it had just been a casual invite. He had probably forgotten it as soon as she left the café. In any case how could she go back to her old house? To Kents Kill Road? She couldn't. It was out of the question.

And yet she couldn't help but think of him. She sat in front of the mirror and untied her brown hair from the loose ponytail that it had been in. She let it hang down each side of her face. The ends of it lay across her breasts. She curled them around her fingers. She thought about the times she'd walked out of the sea when she lived in Cornwall with it dripping wet, stuck to her back, weighing her head down. Why had she not had it cut? Shaking her head, she pulled it back from her face and tied it with an elastic grip, feeling the cool air in her room hit the back of neck making her shiver.

The sound of a door closing made her look round.

"Hey, I'm going out with some of the girls from work." Kelly called out.

Mickie poked her head out in to the hallway.

Kelly was dressed up. She had a new dress on, bright blue. It fell above her knees showing off her long tanned legs with a pair of black high heels on her feet. Her long blonde hair had been washed and blow dried and she was wearing make-up, lipstick and mascara.

"Where you going?"

"Some new restaurant in town. Will you be alright?"

"Yeah I'll be fine. Go, have a nice time. Text me later or something." Mickie said, blowing a kiss to Kelly.

"Okay will do. Love you!" Kelly shouted heading towards the door.

"You too Kels!" Mickie replied, sitting back on the desk chair, starring at the computer screen. She heard the sound of the front door clicking shut and sighed. What to do now?

Mickie looked around her room, drumming her fingers on the desk. Her eyes caught sight of the alarm clock next to her bed. The bright red numbers read 6:39pm.

Saturday night, just after seven. Randy Orton's voice was back. I'll be waiting, just after seven.

Biting her lip, Mickie spun round on her chair and got up, and slipped her converses on. Kents Kill Road was only a bus ride away, but Mickie decided to walk.

Not long after, Mickie found herself at the end of her old road. This end of the road was all houses and gardens, neater and prettier than the other end where her house was. The first number she noticed was 291. It was a long road. She remembered walking down it, beside the pushchair, looking down at the pavement, watching her feet pass across the edges of the paving stones. The walk was quicker that way. Every ten steps of so she would look up and see the numbers pass; 247, 199, 173, 135. Look where your going Mickie, you're walking to quickly. You'll trip up and pull the pushchair over with you! Her mum's voice was in her head. Then they were there. Number 53.

She looked at her watch. It was just before seven. A couple of young women were walking along the pavement and she moved back out of their way. The heels of their shoes were scraping the pavement and she watched their neat shapes march up the road.

Would she look like that she wondered? Would she ever be like that? Smart clothes, high heels, working in a bank or building society? She looked down at her blue vest and light washed out jeans. Her converses looked like they had been stepped through puddles of rain water and one of the knees of her jeans was threadbare, allowing her knee to poke out every time she bent her leg. She should throw them away but they were her favorite pair.

She raised her eyes of the house. It looked blankly at her. What was she doing here? Would it still look the same inside just like it did when she was just a child? Mickie looked up at the right hand side of the house and saw Randy's face in the window smiling. Then he suddenly disappeared. He was coming down to let her in. She felt herself tensing. Was she going to do this? To walk back in her old house? A few moments later the front door opened and he was standing there.

"I didn't think you'd come." He said.

"Neither did I."

"You look hot."

"I've been walking."

She was hot. The walking and the sudden panic had made her start to sweat. She was uncomfortable. Her fringe had started to stick to her forehead.

"Come in for a glass of water."

He held the door open. Would it hurt, to go in for a few minutes? Wasn't this what she'd really wanted, over the last weeks? Her visits to the street. Hadn't she wanted to go in and see what the house was like?

"Just for a glass of water." She said.

She followed him into the house, one step at a time, not sure if she might suddenly turn tail and run back up the street. She walked slowly along the hall. The hallway was stripped back to wooden floorboards and a fake wall divided off the stairs. There was dust in the air; she could see it in the beam of light coming from the living room. She could taste it.

Randy opened the kitchen door, and a dog bounded out, tail wagging. It was big, light colored; retriever she thought, it's hair flying out as it approached her.

"This is Teddy." Randy said, squatting down to pat the dog.

"Cute name." Mickie replied, reaching out to stroke the back of the dog's ear. "I've got a cat."

"Does your cat have a name?"

"Kitty."

"Seriously?" Randy said, chuckling a little. "You could have called the cat anything, but you call it Kitty?"

"I know, but I couldn't think of a name that suited her." Mickie giggled.

"Right, follow me and I'll get you that drink."

Mickie nodded and followed Randy, holding her breath as she walked in to the room, almost scared at what she would see when she got in there.

It bore no resemblance to anything she remembered. Everything in it was glowing. The cupboard doors were like mirrors, the worktops glossy, the fridge was stainless steel. She could only vaguely recall what it had been like when she'd lived there. There'd been units she was sure and a fridge with a freezer at the bottom. They'd had been checked curtains she remembered. Yellow and white. Randy handed her a glass of water with ice cubes in it.

"This room is nice." She said.

"Thanks, It's only just been redecorated. Took a while but I'm happy with the outcome."

"I like it." Mickie silently gulped down the icy water, look round the room again, trying not to make eye contact with him. After a few minutes Mickie finally dragged her eyes back to his. Putting down her drink, she bit her lip and stepped lightly over to where he was standing.

Starring once again at her feet, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before looking up at him. He went to speak but before he could say a word she leaned towards him and kissed him. He was surprised, but the kiss only took a few seconds and then she backed away.

"Wow, er.."

"Sorry."

"No, don't be I just wasn't expecting that." Randy smiled.

"I just wanted to break the tension between us."

"I don't feel any tension."

"I do, though."

She stood there, staring straight at him. Her arms handing down awkwardly as if she didn't know what to do with them. He raised one hand and touched her cheek. Then he moved up towards her, closed his eyes and brushed his lips against hers. After a few seconds he pushed harder, opening his mouth. He felt her tense then relax and his arms dropped to circle her waist. Then he pulled back and stood up straight and let his arms drop away drop away from her.

"How's that?" he asked. "Does that feel any better?"

"Much better." Mickie replied.

"Good. Now, do you want to have a look at my travel photos? That's what I invited you round for in the first place." He smirked.

"I should probably get going."

"Its early though, just stay for half and hour?"

He started to walk over to the door and in to the hallway, making his way in to the living room. She followed.

"Come on, I promise I wont bite." He joked.

"Just for ten minutes?"

He nodded and sat down on the sofa and patted the space next to him. She looked towards the door, then back at him.

She took a deep breath, and made her way over to him.