July 5, 2009.
Hilton Hawaiian Village, Waikiki, Hawaii.
"I take it you had a lot of fun with John tonight." Randy said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. The sea breeze was blowing gently as the waves crashed nearby. The beach was empty.
"Yeah. He took me to a luau and we danced the hula with some of the natives and the other guests." She said with a smile painting its way onto her face. "John Cena would be the worst hula dancer in the history of mankind, believe me!"
He nodded and walked on. Desperate to hide his bitterness, he spoke, "I can't seem to imagine him with a coconut bra and a hula skirt around his waist. It must have been fun."
She shook her head and smiled at him, "Randy. Stop being so bitter about the date. It was just as friends."
"It's that obvious?"
She nodded. "Look, I didn't go on this walk with you to talk about how John and I spent our time together. Neither am I that interested in knowing how your date with Hillary went." She said as she pulled her hair away from her face and dropped it down her back.
"Then, why are you here? Why did you even say yes to coming with me to Hawaii?" he asked, his sentimental side breezing through the moment briefly.
"You just said it." She said simply as she bounced over a rock. "I came here with you. It's like going on an adventure to get to know this Randy I've been conversing with for the past few months."
"Haven't the times we've talked been enough for you to know me?" he asked.
"Those sometimes feel too superficial. I already know you wrestle. I already know how much you love Hillary and how cute she is when she's having a tantrum, that John is your best friend, that you love potato chips and you hate being on the road sometimes. You have a potty mouth for a best friend when you lose your matches and you like playing flirt with me." She said.
"So, what isn't the superficial kind of getting to know Randy Orton?" he asked.
"I sometimes want to ask beyond the things I could have found on your Wikipedia page. What's this story I always hear about a girl you hated to love? Or loved to hate?" She said. "Where is she, Randy? And why aren't you with her?"
He hung his head and tried to force the stinging feeling of tears away. She was blunt and frank when she asked questions, but there was a certain tinge of sweet that made him really try to open up.
"If I talk about her, it's gonna hurt like a bitch." He said, the depression airing.
"I've come to know that it hurts more when you don't let it out." She said and placed a hand on his arm. "You can trust me."
Let's burn a hole so we can climb out.
Of these paper walls and this empty house.
He sighed and realized she was right. It was useless keeping it bottled up inside. If he really liked Raia, he'd be open to her and try to ebb away the secrets between them. Slowly, he began to relate.
"Her name was Riz." He stated, not looking at Raia. "When she first entered the business, John took her in like a little sister and they became the best of friends. I would always annoy her and tease her about being a tomboy. She acted all gangster and wore clothes almost similar to John. We fought a lot. She'd call me gay. I'd defend myself.
We had unlikely incidents that brought us together. She offered to take care of me when I was injured. Though we hated each other, she made time because she was that nice. But I still became the arrogant ass everyone saw me as.
Days, even months, went by and I got to know her more. She became a friend even though we killed each other onscreen. She loved the snow and skating, though she never mentioned it to anyone. There'd be times she'd cry about life and she went to me just because she needed a friend. It felt good knowing that someone needed you and you didn't have to front all the time.
I didn't realize it, but I slowly fell for her, like she accidentally tripped into my life. There were so many times that I could have told her how I felt but something always got in the way. When I finally had the chance, everything takes a wrong turn and she ends up in the hospital and I end up with blood stains on my shirt.
Next thing I know, she's gone. All that's left with me is a bleeding heart on my sleeve and a song she wrote for me. It topped the charts, strangely. You sang it back in the lounge. Never? That's the song. I never got to say that I loved her and I don't think I'll ever get the chance to.
Her last request was that I kiss her. I did. It was the best feeling I had ever felt but it hurt. After that, I just shut down. When John told me that her parents pulled the plug, I realized that when you love someone, you tell them and make them happy. Lord knows when you're going to lose them."
Here I am, still hold onto this dream we had.
Won't let go of it, hear me now, you will never be alone.
The two fell silent and stopped walking as Randy let a few tears fall. Instantly, though, he felt Raia encircle him in a hug. It wasn't the I-like-you kind of hug. More of the you-need-me-I'm-here kind. He gulped the lumped down his throat and stopped himself from crying. It did feel good when you let it out.
She pulled away and looked up at him. With the pad of her thumb, she wiped away the remnants of his shed tears. She gave him a soft smile and said, "We lose people the same way we lose ourselves in love. Someone picks you up and puts you back together, but sometimes you just want to be lost again."
He let out a chuckle and shook his head, "You have this odd way of making me laugh with butterflies in my insides and getting me lost with your philosophy that makes sense."
She laughed along and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Just keep in mind, Randy, that the right people for us come along eventually. You just have to be patient."
He nodded and smiled back at her, "Thanks."
They sat down on the sand and faced the waters. It was a cool night with a breeze you couldn't find anywhere else. The stars were out and twinkling and the moon was in its perfect place in the sky. The island was adrift with silence as they watched the night progress.
"So, what's your story, Raia?" he asked. "I'm sure your philosophical ability didn't come from books."
She chuckled at his comment and nodded, "It most certainly didn't."
"Hey, now." He said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You can trust me as well."
She nodded and began to spoke softly, as though the whispers would make everything better, "I've lost someone, too. His name was Jake."
Her eyes began to tear up in a way Randy had never seen before as she related her story.
"We met at the grocery store sometime last year. He was buying frosted cereals for his niece and nephews and I was doing the monthly groceries for myself. We bumped into each at the cornflake area and it just all began from there.
We shared a lot of things in common. We loved kids and liked going to beaches on weekend mornings. We would always watch a movie every second Saturday of the month and take my students on a field trip on the last Friday of the month. He was a junior associate at a law firm and I was a teacher. Everything was going right.
Come Christmas time, he proposed in the sweetest way imaginable. He got the kids to sing a nice song for me while he walked up and popped the question. It was the best Christmas I had ever experienced and I couldn't have been more thankful that he was in my life.
The politics of being a lawyer, though, was a dangerous thing. He got involved in this twisted case about gang wars coming from New York. It was close to the end. I didn't expect that when he told me on the morning of Valentine's Day this year that he loved me, it would be the last.
He was shot while heading out of Starbucks and to work. The guys mugged him first before driving a bullet through his temple. That night, I opened my doors to policemen who came to tell me that my fiancé was dead. I kept staring at the roses he gave me earlier that day. It was all happening too fast.
There was a familiar feeling of loss. I've lost a lot of people and I didn't need Jake to be one of them. I really miss him, Randy. I really do. They shouldn't have taken him away. It wasn't his fault." She said as she started to pound on Randy's chest.
Don't listen too close. Their words are like guns.
With bullets that fly and kill what you've won.
He held her close to him and let her cry. Losing the ones they loved wasn't the easiest thing for them to go through. It felt like a relief having someone who understood how it felt and who went through almost the same things.
"You know, when I had a crush on the cutest girl back in kindergarten, I never though that falling in love would be this hard." He said and pursed his lips a bit.
She suddenly stopped pounding on his chest and started laughing hysterically, "Randy! I'm trying to be sentimental here! Stop making me laugh!"
He looked lost as he said, "I wasn't trying to!"
"You suck. You make me laugh even when I want to cry." She said and hit him on the arm.
He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close and landed a kiss on her temple, "I know you miss him and it's not easy coping with that. But there are some things in life that we should love without them being there and some things we should love for being there."
"Now, look who's getting philosophical on the situation." She said as they both chuckled. "But yeah, you're right. Even if you don't necessarily remember anything but him, it helps to look around and try to remember your real life."
So, let's make a toast and kiss them goodbye.
We'll kiss them all goodbye.
"I remember Trish showing me Hillary for the first time. She was the cutest little thing in the whole world. When we went to visit mom and dad, everyone went crazy over her!" he said.
"Tell me about your family." She said and smiled genuinely. "I already know your mom cooks the best food in the world."
"Well, there's dad. Big Bob was the one who pushed me into joining wrestling and fulfilling my childhood dream. He was the strictest disciplinarian I have ever met. Then, there's mom. She loved too cook and she'd sew anything and everything from morning 'til night." He said and started remembering the sweaters his mom made for him.
"Becky's my little sister. She's the smartest among us three and I had to chase the boys away with the lawn mower when she was in her teenage years. Nathan is the youngest among us. He joined this Mixed Martial Arts Federation and he's working his way up to the big dogs. Really proud of him." He said and gushed about his siblings.
"Wow. Suddenly, the Orton family sounds like the best place to grow up." She said and gave off a soft chuckle.
"Don't get me wrong, we've had our fights and even divorce threats, but we got through it and it was all good." He said and smiled. "How about you? How was your family?"
She looked down and said softly, "Oh, there's nothing really interesting."
"Come on. I want to hear. Surely, there were some crazy things about you guys." He said and softly prodded on.
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, "I don't know my family, Randy. How crazy does that sound?"
Let's take what hurts and write it all down on these paper walls and this empty house.
When our ink runs out, we'll burn it to the ground.
Cliffhanger moments: oh, how I love them dearly.
What do you think so far? How's their little Hawaii trip going? It seems like the second, third, fourth and fifth date rolled into one, don't you agree? Plus, Randy's being a total kid -- jealous of John!
Let me know what you think! Review, people. Review.
sweetcandyfun - well, what's a story without a little spice? Hence, John Felix Anthony Cena. I can hardly even remember a single thing I've planned for any other story. Thank goodness, I pre-wrote this last summer!
Cali(.)RKO(.)225 - wow! I appreciate your review. I hope this chapter was up to par. Love triangle in the making, that's fer sure. Who are you leaning towards, though? Remember, Randy still has Riz.