|Keep Me Close
Author: beachgal607 PM
Randy and Melina are best friends, but what if Randy's feelings go deeper than friendship? THREE SHOTRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,321 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 06-29-06 - Published: 04-24-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2909820
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Authors Note: I had a Melina muse get to me, so I whipped this up. It's a Three Shot and the next chapter will be a song-fic. Let me know what you think, I worked really hard on this, and although this chapter may not be great, the next two I really like.
Disclaimer: I own no one
From the very first time I saw her walk into the arena, I knew that she was different. She wasn't like the other girls backstage. Maybe it's because she looks absolutely gorgeous no matter what she's wearing or if she has make up on or not. Maybe it's because she doesn't have the ego that most of the other girls seem to have. Maybe it's because she actually loves this business with all her heart and soul.
From that first day I met her in the arena, we started to talk every now and then. Those talks led to us having lunch together. Then those lunches led us to become best friends- the kind of best friends that you call everyday and you talk to on the phone for an hour just because, even though you saw each other during the day, the kind that you know their daily schedule better than they do, and the kind that can read each other like a book. And becoming best friends led me to fall in love with her. But there's one problem with that, she already has a boyfriend.
"Hey Mel." I said as I grabbed a water bottle and sat down with her at a table in the empty catering room.
"Hey Randy, what are you up to today?" She responded as she popped a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth.
"Well, I just put my bags away and I thought I'd come here and bother you." I answered as I flashed her my trademark smirk.
"Aren't I the lucky one?" She replied as she let out a bit of a giggle. "I do have something I wanted to ask you though..." She trailed off as a small smile played on her lips.
"Could that be that you want to take me out to dinner and drag me up to your hotel room afterwards and then-" I got out before she playfully smacked my arm.
"You're lucky Johnny wasn't there to hear that you perv." She said as she ran a hand through her hair. I don't think she noticed me roll my eyes when Johnny came up. "What I wanted to ask you was if you wanted to come to my sisters wedding with me."
"And why isn't your little stud muffin accompanying you?" I asked her as I took a sip from my water bottle.
"Mercury is apparently having the party of the century for his birthday that night so Johnny is refusing to go to the wedding." She answered as she let out a bit of a sigh and looked down at her plate of half eaten fruit.
"I'll go under one condition." I replied as I just sat back and looked at her, taking in her appearance. I hate to see her sad like this, especially over that douche bag of a boyfriend.
"And what might that be?" She asked as she looked up at me.
"You have to cook me one of your famous homemade dinners for me while that boyfriend of yours is out partying." I said as a smirk graced my face.
"You're killing me here Orton." She groaned as she good naturedly smacked her forehead.
"Well I could let you go to this wedding alone, and then you'd be stuck with your uncle Hector all night." I responded. Her uncle Hector is notorious for rambling on all night, non stop about everything under the sun. Trust me, I know first hand.
"Fine, you've got a deal." She said with a bit of a playful groan.
"So when is this wedding?" I asked as I took another sip of my water.
"Two months from today." She answered as her phone went off and she started to rummage for it through her purse. It was Jillian, she's the only one that has My Humps as a ringtone on Melina's phone. "Hey, yeah, alright I'll be there in a minute."
"So who is Jillian trying to impress this week?" I asked as I stood up and walked out of the catering room with Melina.
"Batista." She answered as we turned the corner and headed off in the direction of the divas locker room.
"Well, tell her I said good luck." I said with a bit of a chuckle as we reached the locker room.
"I'm sure she'll appreciate it." She answered with a giggle. "I'll see you after our match, alright?"
"Sounds good to me." I responded as I met her in a hug. She shot me a smile and then walked into the locker room to help Jillian with her wardrobe and makeup I'm sure. I thought I'd might as well head down to my locker room and start to get ready for my match later that night. I walked by what appeared to be a janitors closet and I couldn't help but hear the moans escaping from the door. It couldn't be Melina and Johnny because Melina's in the divas locker room, Booker and Sharmell have more class than that, and I think Ashley was visiting Matt this week, but Matt once told me the only place he'd ever do his girlfriend at an arena would be in his locker room- with the door locked. Apparently someone walked in on him and Amy back in the day and it's scarred him for life.
"Ohhh Johnny!" Someone screamed from behind the door. Now unless John Cena decided to come to the Smackdown tapings and he didn't tell me, I'm pretty sure I know at least one person behind the door, and as soon as I get that door open he's going to regret ever stepping in there in the first place. Just as I'm about to open the door, I realize some proof of this would be excellent, and being the quick thinker that I am, I pull out my camera phone and get ready to take what might be the most disturbing picture of my life.
I yank open the conveniently unlocked door and snap a picture of Johnny Nitro looking bewildered in nothing but his boxers and Ashley Massaro straddled around his waist in nothing but her underwear.
"You're a low life bastard, you know that?" I said as I quickly put my phone back into my pocket and gave Johnny a few good punches as Ashley scrambled to find her clothes. Ashley attempted to slide past me but there wasn't any room for her to do so.
"What the heck is going on here!" A confused Matt Hardy asked as he stopped his stroll down the hallway as he saw the commotion that was going on.
"It's not what it looks like!" Ashley squeaked as she covered her nearly bear chest with her hand as her clothes were in the other one.
"Aw, heck no! We're through! I'm sick of this crap! Randy, move aside, I want my turn with this piece of shit!" Matt exclaimed as he shoved me away from Johnny and began pummeling him with his fists. Ashley began to scream and soon a crowd gathered around and people were finally able to pull Matt away from Johnny.
I decided I'd let everyone else figure out what was going on and I'd go break the news to Melina. I mean, it's better that she hear it from me than someone else, right? I let out a sigh and straighten out my shirt as I head back in the direction of the diva's locker room. I turn the corner and try and figure out how I'm going to break the news to her as I knock on the door.
"Randy...hey, what are you doing here?" Jillian asked me a little confused as she opened the door.
"I need to talk to Melina." I answered as I ran a hand through my hair.
"...But didn't you just see her?" She responded.
"Jillian, please, this is important." I pleaded. Jillian is a nice girl, but sometimes she can be a little, oh how should I put it...bitchy. Yeah, that's the right word.
"Mel!" Jillian called out back into the locker room. "You have a visitor!"
"I'm coming!" I heard Melina huff as she came to the door. "You again?" She said to me a bit confused.
"Melina...can we go somewhere more private." I asked her as I shoved my hands in my pockets.
"I'll be back in a little while Jillian, you can look through my bag to see if you see a shirt in there you want to wear." She said to Jillian before she closed the door. "Is something wrong?" She asked me as we began to stroll down the hallway. I thought going out to the parking lot would be the most secluded spot right now so that's the direction that I started to led her in.
"Yeah...I don't exactly know how I should tell you this though." I said as I let out a sigh and we stepped out into the parking lot and sat down next to each other up against the wall. "After I left you I was walking down the hallway, and I saw something."
"What did you see?" She questioned with a look mixed with concern and confused on her face.
"Well let's just say that I found Johnny and Ashley in a very compromising situation together." I said as I looked over at her. Her eyes began to well up with tears.
"But he wouldn't do that to me..." Melina said as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.
"Mel, I have proof." I responded as I took out my camera and showed her the picture that I took. Hard sobs escaped her as she looked at the picture. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a big hug as she continued to cry. "You're better than him anyway Melina. He never deserved someone like you." I whispered into her hair as my shirt became soaked with her tears.
"What...what am I going to do?" She said as she continued to sob.
"Don't you worry about anything. I'll always be here for you." I answered as I began to stroke her hair in an attempt to calm her down. After a few minutes she did calm down a bit and I released her from my grasp. "If it makes you feel any better, as soon as I saw him I laid into him with a couple of good punches, and then Matt pushed me off of him and totally demolished him." I said as I used my thumb to wipe away her tears. A small smile slipped onto her face.
"Thanks." She whispered. Just as we were standing up to go back inside the door to the parking lot swung open and guess who was standing right there.
"Melina, don't believe a word he was saying, I didn't do a thing!" Johnny pleaded. He had a black eye and his lip was busted open. Melina walked over to him and slapped him hard across this face.
"Don't you ever talk to me again." She huffed as she pushed past him and walked back into the building. I let out a soft chuckled and followed after her, leaving Johnny alone in the parking lot.