A/N- …..and we are done!

There was only one thing to do on Friday night when you are in Mexico and the woman you love is getting married the next day; get drunk. Randy found himself doing that a lot over the last five days, but he didn't seem to care. But tonight, as Ric and Hunter made him tag along for the night, he found himself not drinking. Not drinking alcohol, at least.

"C'mon boy! You are four drinks behind!" Ric shouted at him. Randy knew his mentor was a tad intoxicated when he started belting out woo's after every sentence.

"It's okay. I'm not up to drinking tonight."

"Not up to drinking? You feeling okay?" Hunter spoke up, downing what had to be his fifth shot.

"I'm fan. Actually, I'm just going to head back to the hotel, I'll catch you guys later."

"Here, take our rental, Ric and I will get a cab." Hunter through the keys at Randy, who nodded his head in appreciation.

Randy sat in the car, pondering his options. It was only a little after ten, and he wasn't tired. Going back to the hotel right now didn't seem very appealing to him. Deciding that getting food was his best option right now, Rand drove to the nearest diner, praying they had food other than Mexican. He was silently relieved when he entered and saw the place was managed by English speaking people. Spanish wasn't his strong point. In fact, he dropped it in high school. He did pride himself in knowing how to say 'hi, thanks, his name, and bye." That is why he took Dave with him, Dave could speak Spanish. Where was Dave when he needed him? Randy really didn't know, he hadn't talked to his friend in days.

"Sir, are you going to order, or just stare out the window all night?" Randy glanced at the waitress, noting her accent.

"Yeah, sorry. Just give me a burger and fries with a coke." The waitress jotted down his order and walked away, and Randy went back to looking out the window. There was only one thought running through his head.

Maria is getting married. Tomorrow. To John.

Really, what did she see in the guy? He had abnormally small ears for his head, had a huge ass, had a heavy Boston accent, and a mediocre wrestler as best. What was so great about John Cena? Speaking of that, they only knew each other two weeks. Well, they knew each longer than two weeks, but they have only been together two weeks. Who gets married after only dating for two weeks?

Randy shook his head, he already went over all this in head for the past week. There was no need to do it again. The giggling from the entrance door caused him to look up, something he immediately regretted. Dave, Mickie and Maria walked in and sat down at a table on the other side. Thankfully, they didn't see him.

Wrong again.

Mickie sat down across from him few minutes after they entered the diner. How she saw him he didn't no.

"Now, you need to speak up and not let her marry John." Mickie got straight to the point, while stealing a few of his fries. Randy just sat there, looking at her.


"Randy, don't let her marry him." Mickie stated, lowering her voice so there was no chance Maria would hear their conversation. Mickie had told Dave and Maria she had to talk to Randy quickly about their tag match coming up in a few days. She ignored the looks Dave gave her, thankful Maria didn't seem suspicious.

"It's her choice Mickie, and she chose him, there is nothing I can do about it"

"She only chose him because she didn't want just sex, she wanted to love and be loved."

"And apparently that is something I can't do. There is nothing I can do stop her, just let it go Mickie."


"Maybe she does love him, and that is why she is marrying him."

"Yeah, maybe. But we both know the truth Randy, and John isn't the one she loves." With that, Mickie walked back over to Dave and Maria. Randy followed her with his eyes, which ended up landing on Maria. The two made eye contact, and Maria held his gaze. Randy adverted his eyes, but not before he saw the small smile she gave him.

"Oh God, that girl is going to be the death of me." Randy quickly finished the rest of his meal and left, deciding now was the time to go back to the hotel.

Maria walked through the empty halls of the hotel, slowly making her way to her room. John and her decided not to see each other until tomorrow, which meant she was alone for the night. She stopped in front of room 231, knowing it was Randy's. She had seen him leave it earlier this morning. She needed to talk to him, she knew that, she just didn't know if he would talk to her.

"Only one way to find out." She muttered to herself, knocking on h is door.

Randy glanced at the door from his bed where he was watching T.V. He continued to stare at it like he would eventually be able to see through it. After a few more knocks, Randy got his ass off the bed and made the short walk to the door, stopping short when he saw who was on the other side.



"Can I come in?" She asked him, her eyes pleading with him. He stepped sideways, and she took that as her cue to enter. They both sat down, on opposite beds, neither saying a word.

"Soooo...." Maria was hesitant. She had a lot she wanted to say to him, but right now, with him sitting in front of her, it all escaped her mind.

"So where is John?" She didn't miss the anger in his voice, but she didn't comment on it.

"We agreed not to see each other before the …."

"The wedding? Yeah, congrats on that."

"I don't understand why you are so bitter about this."

"You didn't even tell me you got engaged! I had to find out from someone else."

"Would that have made a difference Randy, if I would have told you myself?"

"I don't know." He answered truthfully.

"Look, I just came here to see you, not to argue. I would really love it if you came tomorrow."

"I can't. I have a flight out at three."

"Get a new flight. I seriously want you there, Randy."

"Why?" It was a simple question, but one that left then sitting in in silence for a while.

"You're my friend..." She started but he cut her off.

"No, you already made that clear. I'm sorry, Maria, but I am not coming to your wedding."

"Okay, I understand. But, you know where it is if you change your mind."

"Yeah." They both knew he wasn't going to show up.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?" Randy shook his head no. The moment Maria shut the bathroom door, Randy pulled out an envelope from his pocket and placed it in her purse, making sure it was closed before Maria returned.

"So I guess I'll see you Monday?" Maria asked, standing by the door. Randy looked at her, and nodded again, not saying anything.

"Goodbye, Randy."

"Bye Maria." She brushed the single tear that trailed down her face away before it was noticeable, and left.

Maria sat in the chair in the small room at the hotel near the beach. They weren't getting married in a church, they were getting married on the beach. John insisted on it.

But Maria didn't want to get married in a church.

Call her old fashioned, but she believed marriages should take place in a church. She didn't have the heart to tell John that, after all, it was his wedding too. She stepped into her dress, a normal dress. Not a wedding dress. She didn't have time to shop for one, and John said he liked her in the baby blue dress she was currently standing in.

She wanted a huge white wedding gown. Not a simple blue dress.

"I'm so excited for you, Maria. You are so lucky." Maria smiled faintly at Mickie, who had been gushing over her since this morning.

"Thanks, Mickie."

"Are you sure this is what you want, though? It isn't too late to call it off." Maria rolled her eyes at her friend, who had told her that same thing many times over the past three days.

"I'm sure, Micks. Now, can you hand me my purse so I can put my eyeliner on, please." Mickie eyed her friend up, not quite believing this is what Maria wanted. She didn't want to voice her concerns and ruin her friends day, though.

"Sure. So, I'm going to go check on Dave and everyone else. Do you need anything?" Mickie asked, handing Maria her purse.

"No, thanks for everything, Mickie."

"No problem hun. See you in an hour. Don't be late." Mickie joked.

Maria opened her purse and reached in for her eyeliner, but her hand touched an envelope first. Pulling it out, Maria knew she didn't put it there. There was no writing on the outside, so she didn't know who it was from. Inside, she found two things; a letter, and a plane ticket.


I didn't have the guts to let you open this in front of me, because I didn't want to see your reaction. I'm fairly certain I know would it would be anyway, and I didn't want to go through that. I bet I make up some lame excuse like it is a wedding present or something. I figure I owe it to you to let you know that you were more to me than sex, you still are. I know you are marrying John, very shortly, and I'm sorry I won't be there. I think the wrong man is standing up there with you, and I guess I should have told you that before. You've taught me a lot of things over the past seven months we have been...you know. I learned I'm able to stay with just one woman, and be happy and satisfied. I learned not every woman is out to break my heart. Somewhere along the way, I learned that I love you. I really, truly, honestly, love you. I don't know why I am telling you this, I just feel I owe it to you. I want to be your friend Maria, I would rather be your friend than nothing at all. Enclosed with this letter is a ticket to St. Louis, good for a year. I want you to come visit sometime, whenever you are ready. My parents love you, and would love to see you again. I'm going to close this up, you have a wedding to headline. Good luck, Maria.



Maria re-read that letter about six times. She was thankful she didn't put her eyeliner and mascara on yet, because it would be running down her face. She had a sudden urge to see Randy, but one glance at the clock told her she wouldn't be able to. It was two o'clock. Unless...

"John, I need to talk to you. Right now."

And that, was that.

Randy sat in the airport talking to Hunter on the phone. Not something he really wanted to be doing right now. Of all things to talk about, Hunter decided strategy for Monday was the way to go. Randy knew he was only trying to keep his mind off the wedding, and so far, it was working. But Randy couldn't have more grateful when they called to board his flight.

"Hunter, I have to go. I'll see you Monday." Randy hung up and grabbed his jacket, ready to head home.

"Now what?" He mumbled to himself as his cell phone vibrated.

"Stop....turn around." Randy read the text message and frowned. He didn't recognize the number. Just to humor himself, he turned around.

And about fell over.

Maria stood about fifty feet away, staring at him. What seemed like forever, she began making her way towards him.

"Where's John?" Randy couldn't help but ask.

"You told me not to marry him, Randy. Five days ago, as you rolled out of the ring. You told me not to marry him." She was standing about an inch away from him, and all he could do was wonder why she was here.

"Yeah..." He trailed off. What do you say to that?

"I read your letter, and I want to use my ticket right now. I want to come home with you. Today."

"Maria, you just left John at the alter...."

"I explained everything to him. He was heartbroken, but he said he understood. I want to come home with you Randy, let me."


"No excuses Randy. I love you." She grasped his hands in hers.

"Listen..." He began again, and that is when she got the message.

"You don't want me? That's it, isn't it?" She dropped his hands and stepped back.


"I left my future husband who is a good man for you and you don't even want me. I guess I got the wrong message from the letter."

"Maria, listen..." Again, he was cut off.

"How could I be so stupid? I told myself you'd never want me like that, but that letter....I'm so sorry Randy." She went to turn around, but he caught her hand, pulling her back.

"I was just going to say, there is no way you are going to get through baggage claim because the flight is boarding. We are stuck here for the night."

"Oh." Now she felt stupid.

"And I love you, too." She smiled at his words, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I love you, too." She pulled his lips down to hers, something she had been wanting to do for a week.

"I say we go back to the hotel." He whispered against her lips.

"I agree." She laced her fingers through his.

"Did you really ditch your wedding for me?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, and you should have seen Mickie. I think she was happier than I was." Randy smiled, thinking back to his conversation with her last night.

"Good to know." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they continued walking.

"Randy, say you were to get married one day, where would it be?" Maria questioned, curious.

"No where but a church."

"And that's why I love you."

A/N- I know, sappy, happy ending! I couldn't help it, they are my favorite. I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed this story. I know I made you all suffer through some less than exciting chapters, but thank you all for sticking with me! I hope you continue reading my other stories.