Here's an update for everyone! Hang tight everyone, I promise you'll have more Randy/Trish action in a few chapters! OH, and if anyone is interested in "Randy's Get Over the Douche" playlist, I can give you the songs I used as my inspiration. Enjoy!

Chapter 23

Trish jumped out of bed the next morning. "Shit! It's almost 10 AM! I was supposed to be on the road over an hour ago! At this rate I'm not going to get into Tulsa until around 4!"

She started throwing her clothes into her suitcase. She was beyond exhausted, having slept soundly for only four hours last night. She woke up every hour, checking her phone for a missed call or text message from Randy that she never received.

She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and jumped in the shower. Five minutes later, she was out and dressed. She applied a small amount of makeup, zipped up her suitcase and hit checked out of the hotel. She threw her luggage in the trunk of the car and checked her cell…still no word from Randy.

Her stomach churned as she tried to call him again. At least this time the cell actually rang, however after five rings, it went to voicemail. "Orton, its Trish…again…I know something is wrong. You would've answered me or at least texted me by now. If you don't send me some sort of indication letting me know you're ok, I'm going to take drastic measures and call Sam…which I really really don't want to do…so PLEASE, call me, text me, anything!"

She picked up her ipod and began shuffling through the playlists she created when she came across one called 'Randy's Forget the Douche Mix'. She began laughing uncontrollably. She had no idea when he even put the playlist on her ipod. She smiled to herself, thinking about how cute he could be, and then pressed play.

The mix consisted mostly of upbeat songs with messages of moving on and getting over lost love. As Trish listened to the songs, she began to think of Ron and how she really hadn't missed him since New Years. Granted, there was enough drama in her life to keep her mind preoccupied, but she found the busier she kept herself, the easier getting over him was becoming.

She then thought about all the drama in her life. Being friends with Randy seemed to make her life much more chaotic than she remembered it to be. She thought back to the first night she really opened up to him. She smiled, remembering their first dance. She was so happy at that moment. Of course, if she would have listened to her body, she wouldn't have ignored the initial attraction to him and she wouldn't be in this current position.

She then thought back to their walk on the beach and the conversation they had. Everything was so easy with him. Opening up to him, joking with him, enjoying each other's company…it all felt so right. She was starting to realize that Randy was the entire package. He was everything she ever wanted in a partner…except that he was married and unavailable. But what if her instincts were wrong? Though she feels like he is the perfect partner for her, she used to feel that way about Ron too. What if she was wrong? What if her whole perception of the perfect man is not the best fit for her?

She realized letting her heart fall again would be quite a hurdle to overcome. She was afraid to fall in love. The romantic notion that everyone talks about, where the pain is beautiful and poetic, well it's garbage. It hurts like hell…to the point where you feel your heart has been ripped out of your chest and can never be mended. Like it's ripped into a thousand pieces and it can never be put back together. So of course she was hesitant to let herself fall again.

Falling for Randy could be the worst idea she's ever had as well. Randy can't catch her as she falls for him…his arms are already full with a wife and a child. So though these next few weeks would be lonely for her, traveling by herself while Randy heals his injuries, they are more than needed. She needed to take a long break from Randy in order to dismiss these feelings for him. She heard the saying many times before, 'You can't help who you fall in love with', but she could. It was her heart and if she willed herself to stop the feelings, then she would. Her heart was on lock down for all men, especially Randy.

Around four hours into her trip, she heard her text message notification beep on her phone. She saw it was from Randy and the churning in her stomach finally came to a halt. She was so relieved until she opened the message.

'Where are you staying at tonight?'

She looked at it and grunted. "What? That's all I get? Hi Trish, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you, everything is good. That's what the idiot SHOULD be writing!" She then realized she was talking to herself and chuckled. At least I didn't answer myself! She responded to his text.

'At the Doubletree...downtown Tulsa. WHY? Are you ok? You're freaking me out!'

Her stomach started turning again from his cryptic text message. She was going to find John as soon as she got to the arena. Maybe he could help her figure out what's going on with Randy, if he didn't already know.

Trish arrived at the arena shortly after 5 PM. The second she walked in the door she started her search for John. Unfortunately, she didn't find him for another two hours.

"John! Wait up! I need to talk to you!" She yelled down the hall, spotting himand breaking out into a run to catch up with him.

He smiled at her, giving her the warm welcome that has been absent for the past few days. "Hey Trish, what's up?"

"Have you heard from Randy today at all?"

He shook his head, "No, I know he left for home last night, but I haven't heard from him. Why? What's wrong?"

"Well, he was supposed to text me when he made it home last night and I never received a message from him. So, I texted and called a few times. At first, my calls were going straight into voicemail, and then today, it finally rang, but still went into voicemail. Then I got a crypt text message from him asking me where I was staying tonight. I'm worried, this isn't like him."

John nodded, "Well, I know he was going to talk with Sam about some problems they've been having, so maybe they made up and don't want to be bothered? Or….the talk could have gone extremely bad."

Trish looked at him with concerning eyes. "Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

"I'll tell ya what. I have to run real quick and shoot a promo with Eve and Glenn, but as soon as I'm done, I'll try to call him and if I don't hear back, I'll call Sam. Deal?"

Trish nodded, "Ok, let me know if you hear from him."

Trish wheeled her suitcase into her room. Her body was screaming after her fight with Beth. Overall, yoga was helping her with the soreness she used to experience. But sometimes, the pain can't be stopped. A few rough bumps and the soreness is inevitable. She started the water, ready to take a nice long bath when there was a knock at her door. She assumed it was John, hopefully with news on Randy.

She stood amazed at what she found as she opened the door. There, directly in front her, held up on each side by Matt and Nick, hung Randy. He was completely wasted to the point where if Nick and Matt would have let him go, he would have fell to the floor like melted jello. They both gave her concerned looks. "We didn't know who else to go to…" Matt started.

Trish shook her head, getting over her initial shock. "Oh my god, put him on the bed."

"We stopped at the hotel bar for a quick drink and we found him passed out on the bar. The bartender was literally seconds away from calling the cops. He said Randy had been there since about 5 PM." Nick said just as Randy attempted to speak.

He lunged himself at Trish, in what appeared to be a hug. None of them could make out what Randy was saying, as it came out a slurred mess. Trish noticed that he was crying though and realized the talk with Sam must have gone bad. As Trish supported him, he became extremely heavy to the point that Matt and Nick had to pull him off of her. They laid him on the bed before turning back to Trish.

"We didn't know if he had a room, or what the deal was. But, I figured since the two of you were so close, you'd know what to do?" Matt said, looking extremely concerned.

"Yeah guys, I'll take if from here. Thanks for bringing him to me. And thank God you stopped at the bar for a drink…otherwise, he'd be in jail right now and that's the last thing he needs."

"Call me if you need anything Trish…I'm just down the hall." Matt said as he gave her a hug and a little smile.

She nodded showing them both out. As she closed the door, she walked back to the bed and checked on Randy. He was passed out and Trish's maternal instincts kicked in. She rolled him over onto his stomach in case he puked in his sleep. This way, he wouldn't choke on his vomit. She then took off his shoes. She hesitated for a second, trying to decide if she should remove his pants. She knew from experience that sleeping in jeans was not comfortable. But then she remembered the promise she made herself earlier today.

She was on lockdown, she was getting over these feelings for Randy. Sleeping in a bed with him half naked was not going to help her cause. So, she decided to leave him the way he was. She picked up her cell and called John.

"Hey, it's me. Did you have any luck with Randy or Sam?"

From the other end of the cell, John responded. "Randy didn't answer when I called him. And I haven't had a chance to call Sam yet."

"Well, I think I know why Randy didn't answer…and you also don't have to call Sam. Randy is currently in my hotel room, passed out wasted. Nick and Matt just brought him up. They said he was in the hotel bar since about 5 PM. He can't even speak…but I think something bad happened because he was crying."

"Shit…really? What do you need me to do? I can come down and drag him to my room if you'd like."

Trish sighed, looking at the pathetic sleeping form in front of her. "No, just let him sleep it off here. I have a couch I can crash on if need be. Besides, I probably won't get much sleep…I need to make sure he can find the bathroom whenever he does move."

John chuckled, "He really doesn't deserve a friend like you."

Trish laughed, "Oh John its karma. I'd like to think one day I'm going to need him and he better be there for me! And besides, I'm definitely going to hold this over his head for quite some time! I'll call you tomorrow morning when he wakes up. Once I figure out what the hell is going on."