AUTHOR'S NOTE: I seriously love Sheamus , he's so cool ! Who DOESN'T love a guy with a cool accent ?[; I'm sorry about making him so evil , but I couldn't see anyone else doing that [x Anyways , i am writing a full-fledged letter explaining my sudden absence , so please have some faith that I will never be COMPLETELY gone from here ! I have been furiously handwriting my stories , and it made me more insightful … and it also made me want to change QUITE a few things in the way I wrote these stories . I'm thinking about rewriting parts of it if I ever get time [x Oh , thanks to all of my reviewers from my last update from last year , I appreciate it ! Anyways , I hope you all can give me another shot , tooodles !

-xoxo

Katherine Nicotra (PS:/ Forgive me , please ?)

Chapter 9: Sex With Eachother's Eyes

RANDY'S POV-

That bastard.

That cocky, stupid bastard.

Did he want to die, or was he just accidentally playing with gasoline near a fire?

I gritted my teeth, trying to fight the red haze in front of my eyes as I remembered what I had seen. Sheamus had dared to touch Istella, and hurt her at that. I saw what had happened, and if Ted hadn't reminded me of Istella, crying and scared in the corner, Sheamus would've been six feet under.

I felt my hands itch to punch him again... God, that had felt so good. His pain was a delicious sound and sight, making me feel like I was stopping Istella's pain slowly. Thinking of her, I relaxed my muscles, not wanting to hurt her in my anger. I looked down at her sleeping form, her body stretched out sideways on our two seats, and felt a pang of guilt seeing the little dent between her furrowed brows. For some reason, this girl was actually bringing out human feelings in me... real, human feelings. I used my thumb to lightly brush over the crease, smiling a little as the dent went away, making her look more peaceful.

"Sir?" I looked up to see a flight attendant with a tray. I put one finger up, and she nodded and waited, obviously knowing of the events that had taken place earlier. The attendants had been rushing over there for a while, and I tried Imagining the pain It was causing the pasty white man to sit In a turbulent airplane with all those bumps and bruises. Concealing a smile, I leaned down, brushing a kiss on Istella's head. I gently nudged her, refraining from kissing her forehead, and she finally stirred.

"Randy?" She opened her eyes slowly, her voice groggy. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, rubbing her face before stretching out.

"Get up princess, time for food." I gently helped Istella get situated in her seat, and then we both got our meals, sitting back.

"I'm sorry, I doubt you got any sleep. I'll take the next shift, and you could sleep, if you want."

"No! I mean, no, it's okay," I said, munching on the tasteless food as I tried to relax. Of course I wasn't going to tell her that I wanted to stay awake to watch over her, because she would just think I'm creepy. Also, I couldn't tell her that the only time I could stare at her face was when she was asleep, and even then it wasn't enough time.

"Alright then…" Istella sat and pushed the food around her tray, but she didn't bother eating anything. When the attendant took away our trays, I noticed that there were only a few dents in the food indicating any signs of eating.

"Why aren't you eating?" I looked at her curiously, and she shrugged, stretching a little as she looked out the window.

"Don't feel like it." I watched her, and noticed a little dent between her eyebrows. I knew immediately that she was thinking hard about something, and I longed to know what it was.

"We will now be landing in ten minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts once the light comes on. Thank you for flying with us." I listened to the robotic voice and let out a deep breath. We were finally going to be out of the cramped airplane, and I actually had an idea as to what I wanted to do as soon as we got off.

"Randy, we're going out to find some good clubs, wanna come?" I looked up from the couch to see Cody, and shook my head.

"No thanks, man. I'm just gonna lay here for a while, jet lag." In all honesty, I was thinking about Istella. She hadn't left my mind for a while, and it was very irritating.

"Are you sure? There are some great places around here." I refrained from snapping at Cody, propping myself up on my elbows and glaring at him instead.

"I said no. Can't you leave?" I said irritably. Cody raised his eyebrows, backing away as he shook his head.

"Sorry," he said sarcastically, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, just thought you should know, Istella's coming, but she's a little scared from the Sheamus incident. Thought you could keep things a bit safe, but since your not going…" Cody shrugged, and I swear that he had a smug little smile twitching on his face. The kid had caught me. Defeated, I rolled into a sitting position, groaning.

"I'll be ready in five."

"Alright, we're all waiting out here." Cody shut the door behind himself as he left, and I could have sworn he was laughing at me. Dumbass.

I ambled over to my suitcase, pulling out a pair of clean dark jeans, a white wife-beater, and a clean dark-blue dress shirt. After the plane ride, we had all taken a rental van to the hotel, and Istella had gone straight to her room before I could ask her to spend some time talking. This was my chance to spend time with her, and I sure as hell wasn't going to turn it down.

I changed and left the room, and looked around at the people there. All of the guys were wearing the same types of clothes as me, in different styles and colors, but the person who caught my eye was sitting next to Ted in a small corner of the couch.

Istella had her hair half-pinned up, her bangs falling softly along the side of her face. She was wearing a soft green dress which floated down to mid-thigh, and fit her perfectly, accentuating all her curves, yet not being slutty. The thin straps at the top led to a vneck, which revealed her cleavage beautifully. A small green necklace was hanging off a thin silver chain around her neck, and her small green stud earrings finished her look, her green eyes prominent. It took all I had not to kiss her and pull her into my bedroom right then, and I cleared my throat as I looked at anyone but her.

"Hey man, let's go. I wanna find a good lay before the night's up!" I rolled my eyes at John's joking attitude, and waited for everyone to leave the room before I followed, never taking my eyes off of the ground. As we got to the elevator, I looked up… and wished I hadn't. Istella's dress was virtually backless, the dress only covering her butt and leaving the rest bare. I swallowed convulsively as I got into the elevator, only a hairsbreadth away from her back. God, this was going to be a long night.

ISTELLA'S POV-

I sat in the cab feeling jittery. I was excited to experience my first night out in town in a while, but not having any female companions was making me a little uncomfortable. It didn't help that Ted was the most sensitive guy in the group, with Randy being in close second. I closed my eyes as I felt someone sit next to me, and I immediately knew who it was thanks to his aftershave. I opened my eyes, and turned to see Randy, looking deviously handsome in dark pants and a top which made his eyes shine. I looked away, trying to ignore the little images that were dancing in my head, of him and me, only with his shirt somewhere other than his body…

"Heard you're nervous about Sheamus," Randy rumbled. I briefly noticed that Ted was the third person in our cab, but he seemed completely immersed in a text message conversation which he was having. I looked at Randy's face and sighed, nodding a little.

"I know it's not a big deal, but I can't help being freaked out by that guy." I shuddered as I imagined him, and was surprised to feel a warm hand on my shoulder. The surprise switched to a burning sensation, and I vaguely wondered if Randy could feel the heat that was surely rolling off of me.

"It is a big deal. No man should ever lay his hands on a woman. You have every right to be scared, but no reason. I'll make sure he stays in place." Randy's voice was soft, but an edge of malice came into it.

"Thanks," I said as he squeezed my shoulder and moved his hands back to his lap. "So, you go clubbing often?"

"Are you kidding?" Randy laughed. I was shocked, because it was the first real, genuine laugh that I had ever heard from Randy. Ted even looked up momentarily to watch Randy, but he hastily returned to his phone, which I felt was only a ploy to try and give me and Randy some privacy to hold a conversation. "I used to go all the time. Hell, I was a player, I'll admit it. Not anymore though." He got a pained expression, but it was quickly masked over. "What about you?"

"Huh?" I had gotten lost in staring at his eyes, and I felt my face flush.

"Do you go to clubs a lot?" He seemed to be staring at me with a mixture of amusement and possible concern for my mental health.

"Er, yeah. I haven't in a while, but I usually go with my friends a lot." I smiled, remembering all of the crazy times with Sean and everyone else.

"Hey, you listening?" I jumped a little as Randy tapped my shoulder, staring at me with the same curious expression that he usually wore.

"Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?"

"I- Nevermind it's not important." Randy turned and stared straight ahead, looking frustrated.

"No, tell me," I said, wondering what could have brought on this sudden mood change.

"Just drop it." He didn't waver in his gaze, and I looked away, out the window. It was so annoying how he was so sensitive! I mean, he wasn't being as arrogant as before, but now he was getting all touchy about every little freaking thing! I pulled my phone out of my small purse and checked my texts, replying to some of them. I go to one from Sean, and opened it up, forgetting that my phone formatted his texts to be in large black font.

Hey sweets, hows the sexy, quiet, brooding RKO that you ttly LOVE? We miss u lots! XOXO –SK

I blushed, hastily closing the screen and sending a small reply, hoping that Randy hadn't seen it.

"Your friend makes me sound like a Twilight vampire." Damn, he saw it. Wait a minute…

"How do you know about Twilight?" I pressed my lips together to hide a laugh, and Ted looked up at Randy too, his curiosity piqued. Randy looked cornered, and he looked down at his lap.

"Saw commercials about it, and that stuff's always on the news," he mumbled unconvincingly. I nodded, rolling my eyes.

"Suuure, Randy. That explains it."

"What, are you trying to say I read it?" He asked in a horrified tone, his face reflecting disgust.

"No, I'm not. I may be thinking it, but I'm not saying it." I smirked and looked out the window, feeling satisfied.

"Whatever," he huffed, stretching out and making the small space even more cramped. After five more minutes of complete silence, the taxi stopped.

"We're here," The man said in a thick accent.

"Alright, thank you," Ted said, getting out. Randy slipped out, too. I scooted to the edge of the seat, and was surprised to see Randy holding out a hand towards me. I grabbed it hesitantly, and got out. He shocked me again by putting his arm around my waist. I tried to ignore the burning feeling that his hand made on my bare back, biting my lip. I looked up at him quizzically, and he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

"Sheamus is here, stay close," he breathed quietly before standing up straight again. I froze momentarily, then forced my rigid body to relax, remembering that Randy would keep me safe, no matter how much he disliked me. Cody walked up to us, and looked over his shoulder, turning back to us with a worried expression.

"Randy, did you see-"

"Yeah, I've got it." Randy brushed Cody off, his hand tightening infinitesimally on my waist. Ted suddenly gasped, and let out a small hiss.

"What is it?" I asked him, immediately alert. From what I already knew from talking to Ted for the past few days, nothing phased him easily.

"Randy, go inside fast." Ted looked at him with an unreadable expression, and Randy narrowed his eyes.

"What's going-"

"I'll text you. Just take Istella inside, and go to the back room that's booked under DiBiase. I had a feeling that we would need a private seating area." He looked nervous, and strangely enough, Randy complied, ushering me into the club. I let him lead me to the small seating area that was closed off from the rest of the people. He sat down on the couch, letting go of my waist. I was about to walk to the other couch when Randy grabbed my wrist and pulled me down next to him. I fell on the couch with a small "oof," and straightened up.

"Randy?" I looked at him, and noticed that his gaze didn't leave my face. I guess he realized it, too, because he blinked a few times before looking around.

"Yeah?" He watched people dancing through the one-way window, seeming completely consumed.

"Shouldn't you check your phone for Ted's text?" I spoke slowly, not wanting to annoy him. It bugged me a little that I had to watch what I said so much, but I dealt with it.

"Oh. Right." He pulled out his phone, and I briefly saw a new text alert on his screen. I looked out at the dancers, watching as some girls grinded with men who looked too drunk to be standing.

"Shit," I heard Randy curse under his breath. Turning, I saw Randy's half-worried, half-angered features.

"What's wrong now?" I asked. Was I destined to not enjoy anything for the next four months or something? It was ridiculous that bad things were happening in a constant string!

"We have to leave. Now." He stood up, grabbing my hand. I followed him, deciding to ask questions later. Unfortunately, one of the drunken men that had been enjoying what looked to be a dry-hump session with a blonde, decided to come up to us at that moment. Randy stopped for a second, not wanting to knock into the man. Obviously he didn't know how drunk the guy was.

"Hey sexy, wanna come home with me?" He stared at me with half-drooped lids, but I could see the malice on his face.

"Um, no thank you." I stepped closer to Randy, whose grip on my hand was getting tighter.

"Come on, babe. I can show you a better time than this grumpy old man." He stepped closer to me, ad I instinctively took a step back, too.

"Hey, did you not hear her the first time? Back off," Randy growled as his eyes flashed dangerously.

"Let the girl choose," the drunk man said, looking me up and down like some sort of display. He then made the mistake of grabbing my free hand.

I don't think I've seen Randy punch anyone so hard, except for Sheamus.

With one punch the drunken man was on the ground, yelling as he rolled on his back like an overturned turtle. Randy bounced like a coiled spring, taking a step forward, and then pulling back and shaking his head to stop himself from doing anything worse. He had thankfully let go of my hand, which would have been pulverized if he was still gripping it. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles were white. He seemed like he was only watching that man, that nothing else was around him. After a full minute, he turned and looked at me. He took a step forward hesitantly, and slowly put out a hand.

"Let's go," he said softly, his eyes a soft blue. I knew he was thinking that I was scared of his sudden snap, but truth be told, I was actually pretty comforted by his presence. I grabbed his hand firmly, showing him that I wasn't scared, and sent him a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, trying not to focus on the feeling that his hand was creating as it slid from my hand to my bare back. He looked down at me, and I swear, his eyes may have been a cool blue color, but they were setting me on fire. I vaguely wondered if he could feel the heat, because I felt like an inferno, worse than how I felt in the taxi! A small flash came into my mind, of us kissing, but I quickly shoved it away, knowing that it was never going to happen, unless Randy got a brain transplant.

"Let's go," he repeated, though he didn't move from the spot. I watched him, wondering what was racing through his mind.

RANDY'S POV-

I watched her face, so calm, so curious. Looking at her calmed me down. Her serenity was soothing. What had that man been thinking, putting his hands on my Istella?

Wait, I did not just think that.

My Istella. The words... they fit. I realized that my hand had moved to the small of her back, and I grit my teeth as I tried not to kiss her on the spot, her skin silky smooth and warm.

I didn't even think about where we were, or who was watching. What was the rush? Why leave? I should make her mine right now. Of course, she already was mine, but she didn't know it yet. I wanted so badly to kiss her beautiful, flawless lips, but I would wait until later.

But... I couldn't move. Her eyes, those bright, intelligent, vibrant, vulnerable green eyes were pinning me on the spot. I imagined all the things we could do together, while I watched her emotions through her eyes, and bit back a groan as a problem grew in my pants.

I quickly tried to think of something gross. The Big Show naked... yeah, that worked. I remembered the one time I had walked in on him naked, and let's just say that my little friend calmed down very quickly.

I thought about her again, though. I wanted her, I wanted to claim her. But was right now the right time to do it?

TED'S POV-

"Dude, they're not moving. What do we do? I doubt John can keep him stalled for much longer," Cody said worriedly, watching the same thing I was. Randy had punched the daylights out of a drunk guy that had been hitting on Istella, and now they were standing and facing eachother, neither moving. The longing in both of their eyes was so evident that I didn't understand why they hadn't just become a couple already.

Then I remembered. Of course, Randy had no idea that I knew, but now I think he did. I knew everything, everything about Sam and her death. And the fact that Wade Barrett was the monster behind her early demise.

Randy and I had accidentally taken eachother's schedule books, and when I had opened his, out fell a note. I had picked it up, and lo and behold, it was a note that Randy had written, revealing every small detail that he remembered. I still remembered the last sentence: 'I wrote this because I need to remember that Sam died because of him, and that I'm not crazy, it really happened.'

It was such a child-like note, the tone scared and unsure. I hadn't known how to cope with such a secret, so I had told Cody. I knew we were the only other people who knew, besides Randy, but we decided it was best to act like we were ignorant, and that we didn't know a thing.

So now when I saw Wade Barrett at the club, I had told Randy to go inside, told John to distract Barrett because it would be 'fun,' and texted Randy a simple 'Wade's here.'

"He looks like he wants to fuck her to hell and back," Cody said in a weirded-out tone. I nodded, seeing the obvious lust building in his eyes.

"Well, I'm glad he's finally moved on from Sam, but he needs to leave now." I watched, feeling antsy.

"Is it even legal to look at somebody like that in public?" Cody sounded like he was revolted, but awed at the same time. I shook my head, shrugging.

"I don't know. It's like..."

"It's like they're having sex with eachother's eyes!" Cody exclaimed. I sighed, knowing that since Cody wasn't married or into relationships, he wouldn't understand the love someone could have for another person.

"Someday you'll feel the same way about a girl," I said. Cody responded with a snort.

"Just go tell the disgusting duo that they gotta leave, alright?" Cody shook his head in a disapproving way, and I walked over to them.

"Hey, Randy. Randy. RANDY!" I yelled, finally getting his attention as his head snapped up. Istella looked startled as she stared at me, too. "Did you forget my text?" I asked pointedly.

"Oh damn. You're right, thanks. Let's go." He moved his hand so he was simply holding her hand, and he led her out of the club swiftly. I saw him pass Barrett quickly, and thankfully Cody came over and started yelling at Barrett, causing him to turn around and not see either of them. I smiled in relief as Randy and Istella left, but winced as I saw Cody get socked in the stomach for his random rantings. He slowly made his way back to me, and I noticed that Wade was livid.

"What did you say to him?" I asked Cody, half-amused and half-worried. Cody coughed a little and straightened up, sending an evil glare to Wade.

"Nothing. He was talking to a girl," Cody pointed her out, and that was when I noticed the long-legged, plastic blonde bimbo standing just out of my line of vision.

"So?" I prodded, knowing this would be interesting.

"So, I yelled at Wade about how he cheated on me in our relationship by having a gangbang with Nexus again, and how we were through cause catching him with seven other guys for the fifth time in a month was too much for me to take. So he got really mad and he started making these weird choking noises, and then he punched me." I started cracking up, and Cody sent another evil look to the spot where Wade was standing.

"You kinda deserve it, bro." I smiled apologetically, and Cody rolled his eyes, making a disgusted noise.

"He should be happy that I said that, for a few reasons! First of all, that girl is a walking disease, and second of all, I'm gorgeous! What guy wouldn't want me?" Cody motioned to his body, and I chuckled.

"Didn't know you rolled that way. Good to know."

"Hey, wait, I didn't-"

"Nothing wrong with that, Code, but just remember, I'm married."

"But-"

"Shhh, just go find yourself a nice boy to bring back to the hotel, okay?" With that said I walked away, chuckling to myself as Cody stared at me in confusion.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: FYI , I'm 15 , so I have no experience , and very little knowledge , on the subject of sex . I get all my info from my two neighbors , so if something is a little weird to you , blame them [:

Now , what do you think will happen with Randy and Istella ?

And don't you love Ted and Cody ? They'll be a HUGE part of this story as well [:

Comment , love , hate , whatever . Any and all comments are appreciated , even "This is the worst piece of crap ever . Go die ." That just motivates me to try harder ;D Anyways , toodles , gotta type up my other stories now [: