March 30, 2009.
Randy's Hummer H2.
The only sound made inside the Legend Killer's prized possession was Sum 41's With Me. It had been a continuous playlist of four songs on his iPod. They had been on repeat since he started this drive from Indianapolis to St. Louis.
With Me – Sum 41
Here Without You – 3 Doors Down
How Do I Breathe - Mario
Wherever You Will Go – The Calling
As he had one hand on the steering wheel and another on the gear shift, he looked at the road in front of him. The long stretch of road was almost clear except for those late night drivers. Their taillights looked like little stars to Randy's eyes and he could make out some sort of horizon up ahead. He was about an hour away from home and longed for nothing more than to be able to lie down on his soft bed and drift off to sleep.
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies.
When you just never know what you will find.
Sleep. That reminded so much of what had been happening to him for the past couple of months. It was four dreams on constant replay in his head. If it weren't those dreams, it'd be an all-black night. As he sat there in the driver's seat, he looked up to the stretch of midnight blue sky dotted with stars and flashed back to his subconscious…
It was dark, the only source of light being the round cheese-looking full moon that rested on a cloudless sky. Its light shone upon a house made of wood resting atop a small hill with pine trees slightly covering the structure. The light on the patio was on and the swing built for two there was swinging with the soft breeze.
The two lone inhabitants were out on the dock admiring the placidness of the lake. He had his arms around her waist with her back lying softly against his chest as they slowly swayed along with the wind. He thought she was nothing less than beautiful. With her sweet innocent smile and milk-chocolate Hershey Kiss eyes, she stood there with him, admiring the calm waters.
"How…" he whispered softly, as though nervous but as sweet as caramel. "…How could I have been so lucky that I ended up with a woman like you?"
She, not bothering to look at him, replied, "It's not luck, Randy. It's love."
They were snuggling in bed as they were controlled by Somnus' charm. The night was quiet and the soft cool wind coming in from the open balcony doors gave that sense of comfort to the two. It was peaceful, relaxing, as though three in the afternoon couldn't have gotten any better than it was at that precise moment.
Then, she opened her eyes and shifted a bit in his arms. That, in turn woke him up a bit, but not enough to fully get him to open his eyes. "Randy…" she called out to him, as if checking if he were really still there beside her.
"Mmm?" came his monotonous reply.
"Tell me… do you believe in dreams come true?" she asked, her voice clear of any hindrance or shame.
"Yes." His reply.
"Why?" this time, her voice seemed to fill with unheard questionable emotions.
All he could do was pull her closer to him so that her back fully pressed against his bare chest and tighten his arms around her waist. With his eyes still closed, he planted a gentle kiss on the expanse of shoulder skin left bare by her top and whispered, "… 'Cause you're right here lying next to me…"
Wrestlemania XXIV had just ended with Randy capturing the World Heavyweight Championship from Batista. He walked back up the ramp in Toronto's sports arena and relished the fact that he was back on top. He went past the black curtain that shielded the crowd from the busy world backstage and faced the encoring applause of crewmembers, fellow superstars and other people present backstage. With a genuine smile on his face, he walked a few steps, not expecting what was about to happen.
She came running to him and jumped into his arms, causing him to drop his newly earned title and just wrap his arms around her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as her lips found themselves connected to his. The crowd around them could either only aaw, sigh or clap at the two.
As if no one were around them, they pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes with big smiles on their faces. "Congratulations, my Legend Killer…" she said softly so that only he could hear her words.
He picked her up by her waist and spun her around in the air as they both laughed at their childish actions. The snowy white façade outside their house was enough of a vision to know that it had snowed a couple of moments prior. It was a quiet Saturday morning with people still asleep in their little beds. But these two were relishing every single moment of a new beginning.
He placed her down on her two feet but she lost balance from her extended laughter and fell down on her back as she pulled him down along with her. He ended up falling on top of her, their faces only mere centimeters apart. A myriad of dreams recollected in his mind as he looked into her eyes and fell in love with her all over again.
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and caressed the side of her face with his half-shivering hand. He looked lovingly at her and whispered, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth, "Do you want to know why I'm so happy?"
She shook her head and left him to speak. She knew she didn't have to utter another word as he pecked her lips and played with the heart pendant necklace around her neck.
"I'm happy because I can finally run down the street looking like a pure idiot and scream to the world that you are my wife."
With those memories fresh in his mind, Randy held his glare at the myriad of stars up in the sky. It wasn't fair. There were already a million stars up there in the sky. Why did they have to take away HIS star? It wasn't right. Just when things were going right, just when they were about to be perfect, destiny decided to turn its back on him and take her away. It wasn't fair.
Through it all, I've made my mistakes. I stumble and fall.
But, I mean these words…
He shifted his eyes to the passenger side where the cold gold of the World Heavyweight Championship title belt glimmered underneath the pale moonlight. He remembered one time when he had won the championship, he had to give it up because she got sick. The next time, it had been… her last day conscious.
I want you to know, with everything, I won't let this go.
Just when he was almost lost in his own mind, his phone rang to the tune of The Time Is Now by John Cena. Answering the call with an almost enthusiastic hello, he was responded to by the low rumble of his best friend, John Cena's, voice.
"Hey, dude. You just missed the exit. I'm right here behind you, remember?" John said with a slight chuckle.
"I—I—I did?" Randy stuttered out in disbelief. He had been so preoccupied with that sky full of stars that he failed to notice the exit that he had passed.
John chuckled some more. "Retard, what the hell is wrong with you? C'mon, the next exit's a couple of kilometers away. We can take that one and reroute to head to St. Louis…"
"Oh. Alright. Well, sorry about that, Pig. Guess my mind flew away." Randy chuckled back.
"A'ight. A'ight. Hey, Retard…" John said.
"You thinking 'bout her again, aren't you?"
Randy gulped silently and said, "Yeah. It's her again."
"Man, I know it's rough. But it's been more than a year. And I'm sure she ain't happy always seein' you cry."
"Yeah. I got that. I wasn't crying. I was just thinking."
"Uh-huh. And I'm the Pink Fairy." John replied sarcastically. Sometimes, Randy's pride and egotistic attitude really got in the way of his emotions and sincerity. He could say he was happy, just preoccupied, just had to wash his face or something. But deep down, John knew his best friend still wasn't over her.
Thoughts read unspoken, forever in doubt.
Pieces of memories fall to the ground.
"Ooh. I do love your Pixie Dust." Randy retaliated in a faux sarcastic English accent.
John laughed out loud. "Dude! You just sounded so gay! Trust me, it does not suit you!"
"You made me do it, you fat ass pig. Go on. Focus on driving. I swear, one day, that idiotic laugh of yours is going to get you going off-road." Randy joked.
"What? You're the fuckin' retard here, Retard." John shot back.
After a few moments of silence, both of them burst out laughing. "Same old, eh?" Randy asked.
"Yeah. And I am gonna get to the hotel first." John said as he slowly advanced his own Hummer beside Randy's. He looked out the window and smirked.
"Oh, are you willing to bet on that?" Randy looked outside his window and returned the smirk.
John cocked an eyebrow. "Hell yeah. Last one to the hotel buys the pizza and drinks for the night!" John said as he hung up and sped up in front of Randy.
"No fa-" But it was too late to say anything else since John had put down the phone. After muttering some choice colorful words, Randy zoomed to catch up with his best friend. It was like this every time they'd convoy to another state. They'd always race to the finish line. Sometimes it got them tickets from the police, but they didn't really care. They just had lots of fun being little boys with grown men's resources.
Randy gripped the steering wheel as though it were his life and remembered the one time SHE had caught them playing and horsing around on the road. She was in his car with him. Unfortunately, though she was an adventure-seeker and troublemaker like they were, the two were going beyond road rage.
I am nothing without with you.
She had slapped Randy upside the head and gave him a slight lecture to boot. Boy, did John get something worse. Since 'he was older and all', she said he should have been more responsible.
Although, in the end, they still raced to the next state after a little stopover. They were still crazy kids trapped in adult bodies.
That moment, Randy didn't know if he was going to smile or going to cry. As he stepped on the pedal and zoomed ahead of John, all he could think was:
"It's only an unforgettable important moment because you were there."
I don't want this moment to ever end,
where everything's nothing without you.
The sequel is now posted, as promised.
I highly suggest, though, that you read to previous installment: Unintentional Fairytale.
The BEST, but not the only, way to read this story and feel everything is to see it like a movie, only with words. Play the blockbuster in your head, it's sure to amuse you to no end. It's what I did when I was writing.
Every chapter is a song-based oneshot. The songs I used, even the superstars, movies and brands mentioned, are not mine.
But the story plot, name and gimmick are mine. You plagiarize them, I kill you. Respect.
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