A/N: Thanks for reading. I really appreciate it! Riley is my original character. I own no other characters accept the 2 friends who don't really appear in the story and the other superstars' girlfriends and wives in future chapters.

Summary: When Riley travels to Georgia to meet the superstar of her dreams, her trip doesn't go exactly the way she planned it. (If you don't understand it, the title is meant to be an introduction. Example: "Fangirl, this is Randy. Randy this is fangirl." I hope you understand.)

Riley was a petite redhead; she wasn't stick thin, but she didn't mind. She had boobs and a round ass, both of which she loved. Her dark red hair and contrasting blue eyes made her different from the other blondes in Tennessee where she grew up and lived. She was your textbook southern belle, with the exception of her mad love for WWE.

She had flown to Georgia from Tennessee to meet Randy Orton, her favorite WWE superstar. She had dreamed of meeting him one day; and today was supposed to be her day. She had blogged on tumblr about going to Atlanta to meet Randy. Her followers called her lucky and asked that she post pictures of the encounter.

She and 2 of her friends boarded a flight earlier that morning. Her friends were going to New York, but she was getting off in Atlanta. She had planned to join them after the signing. She called a cab from the airport, but the cab was late. She had hoped to make it to the Meet and Greet on time.

When they pulled up, Riley jumped out of the cab and ran inside the building. She stopped in her tracks when she saw a group of store employees cleaning up the table where Randy had been signing pictures. Riley was heartbroken; this was her one shot to meet Randy Orton face-to-face and she blew it. She sighed and went back to the cab. She got in and sighed yet again. "Back to the airport, please?" she asked. The driver nodded and pulled off.

She got out of the cab and got her bags from the trunk and slowly walked back inside the airport. She looked at the departures; the next flight out was in six hours. She didn't have money to stay holed up in a hotel; and she had nowhere else to go. She cried as she sat down on one of the chairs near the terminal. She ended up falling asleep there. Luckily, she had set an alarm to alert her when the flight was a few minutes from taking off.

The alarm made her jump in her sleep. She stretched and turned off the alarm; she grabbed her bags and boarded the plane. She found her seat and plopped down; feeling defeated. She cried until she couldn't produce any more tears.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" she heard. She looked up and saw a flight attendant. "Yes?" Riley asked. "You're sitting in a handicapped seat. One of our guests needs this seat." She said. Riley groaned. "We are willing to place you in first class for your cooperation." The flight attendant said with a smile. Riley nodded and followed the attendant to the front of the plane. "Here you are. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Here is a dinner menu if you wish to order." The flight attendant smiled and walked away.

When she did, Riley pulled her laptop out of her carry-on and opened her browser to tumblr. She was typing furiously about missing Randy's signing and being bumped up to first class. She had just posted the text when someone sat next to her. "Do you mind if I let the armrest up?" the person asked.

Riley froze. She knew that voice. She looked down at the person's arm and gasped. She knew those tattoos. She let her eyes migrate to the person's face. It was Randy Orton. She gasped and went wild inside. She could feel her breathing stop, but she didn't make a scene. She tried to contain herself. She took a deep breath to answer the question. "Um. I don't mind." Riley managed to say. She looked at her laptop and saw a gif of Randy stretching on the floor backstage at a show. The gif was of him in a compromising position, so Riley quickly pressed 'x' on her keyboard to turn on her Safe Dash. It wasn't working. She tried to scroll, but there was an even more compromising picture below the gif.

She heard Randy chuckle and slammed her laptop shut when she realized he saw the pictures. She was so embarrassed. "I assume you're a fan?" he asked. Riley nodded. He offered his hand. "I'm Randy." Riley shook his hand and introduced herself. "I'm Riley." She said with the thickest of southern drawls. Randy smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Riley. Where are you from?" he asked. Riley felt a little calmer since Randy wasn't making conversation awkward. "I'm from Tennessee." She said. Randy frowned a little. "Well, what brings you to Atlanta?" he asked. She sighed. "I had come here for your signing at the bookstore, but the cab was late and I missed it." She said. Randy nodded and stood up.

He reached in the overhead bin. Riley's eyes went wide when Randy's shirt rose up a little. His abs and hip dents were on full display. She whipped out her phone and snapped a picture. She didn't realize that her phone's volume was still turned up from the alarm. The phone made the loudest photo capture noise ever. Her face was blood red.

Randy sat back down and signed a picture of himself and handed it to her. "Do you want to take another picture or was the one you just took good enough?" he asked. "No." Riley said as she sank down in her seat; she was so embarrassed. "Thank you." She said quietly. Randy heard her clearly, but he didn't want her to feel shy around him. "What? I didn't hear you." He said casually. "I said thanks." She said a little louder. "You're welcome." Randy said with a smile.

"I'm sorry you missed the signing." He said. Riley smiled. "It's okay." She said. "Where are you going now?" he asked. "New York; that's where my friends are." She answered. Randy thought for a minute. "I'm going to New York, too. I have a show there tomorrow. I want you to hang out with me then to make up for the signing." He said.

Riley was so excited. She was freaking out on the inside. She tried her best to hide her excitement and smiled. "Okay." She said calmly. She met the superstar of her dreams; she got a picture of his chiseled abs, got an autographed picture and he invited her to hang out with him for a whole day. Riley couldn't have imagined this going any better.

Randy and Riley talked casually throughout the flight. They both ordered dinner and laughed at the size of the steak that was served. "It's a little small for you, isn't it?" Riley asked jokingly. Randy laughed and nodded. "Yeah. But hey, I'll survive." He said. Riley laughed. Out of nowhere, Randy asked. "How old are you anyway?" Riley froze. She knew there was thirteen year age difference between them. She sighed. "19." She said. Randy nodded. He was just glad she was legal. He was starting to like this girl.

The two eventually fell asleep. When Riley woke up, she was drooling on Randy's shoulder. She scrambled in her seat looking for a napkin to wipe it off. She wasn't as gentle as she had hoped; he woke up as she was cleaning the drool off his shirt. "What are you doing?" he asked sleepily. Riley could have melted. His sleepy voice was sexier than his regular speaking voice. "Um, I drooled on you a little." She admitted. He laughed a little and stood.

"If you really want to take a picture, now is the time to do it." He said. Riley was confused by the statement until Randy pulled his shirt over his head. He reached up into the overhead bin again and pulled out a clean shirt. He put it on and sat back down. "You're drooling." He said nonchalantly. Riley quickly wiped her face with an extra napkin. Randy laughed out loud.

"I'm kidding." He said still laughing a little. Riley playfully slapped him on his arm. He exaggerated the contact. "OW!" he yelled. "Geez. Looks like you're the next Diva's Champion with a hit like that." He said jokingly. "Whatever." She said laughing.

When the plane landed, Randy and Riley were the last to get off. Riley put the backpack she used as her carryon on her back. Randy was surprised when fans ran towards him as he and Riley walked through the airport. He thought since it was nearly midnight, no one would be around. He grabbed Riley's hand as a way to make sure she didn't get lost. Riley was surprised by the action, but she didn't complain.

When the crowd cleared, Randy let Riley's hand go. She was a little sad, but she reminded herself that she would be spending the next day with him. She just walked next to him.

A security guard rushed to them. "Ma'am, I have to ask you to back away from him." The man said. Randy frowned and grabbed Riley's hand again. "She's with me." He said with authority. Riley immediately felt special. She smiled at the security guard and waved at him out of spite.

Randy hailed a cab when they got outside. Randy put Riley's backpack in the trunk and opened her door. She thanked him and got inside. Randy told the driver the name of the hotel where they would be staying and they drove off.

When they got to the hotel, Randy got the bags from the trunk and checked them in. The clerk seemed to question Riley's presence but didn't say anything. Randy got the key and led the way to the elevator and room. He swiped the key card and opened the door for Riley. The room was big. There was a kitchenette, sofa, big screen TV, and of course a bathroom. But there was only one bed. Riley was both frightened and excited by it. It meant that they would possibly share the bed.

"I'm sorry there's only one bed. I didn't plan on meeting and hanging out with such a great fan. I'll take the couch." Randy said. Riley shook her head. "You should take the bed. You need to sleep comfortably. You have a show tomorrow." She said. Randy was surprised by her kindness. He smiled and looked through his bags; he pulled out a pair of boxers. "I'm going to take a shower; if you don't mind." Randy said. Riley smiled. "It's your body. Clean it if you want." She said with a chuckle. Randy smiled and walked into the bathroom.

Riley had made herself comfortable on the couch and watched the TV as she waited on Randy to come out of the bathroom. When he did, she felt her mouth go dry. He was only wearing boxers. She had seen him in skimpy trunks on TV, but this was different. Beads of water dripped on down his chest. She was mesmerized.

"Shower's all yours." He said as he crawled into the bed. She nodded and grabbed a pair of pajamas and went into the bathroom. She freaked out when she closed the door. Her arms flailed as she jumped up and down. She lost her footing and slipped on the wet floor. Apparently, the crash was loud because Randy knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, Riley?" he asked mocking her accent. "I'm fine. I just slipped on a little water." She said. "Alright." He said; still mocking the southern drawl. "I don't even sound like that!" she yelled. Randy laughed. "Yes, you do. But whatever. Try not to break any bones, okay?" he said. Riley didn't reply; she just turned on the shower water.

She took a quick shower and dried off in the bathroom. She pulled on her pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. Randy was still wide awake watching the same show Riley was watching before her shower. He shook his head. "How can you watch this?" he asked. "What? It's a good show." She said. He scoffed. "It's a show about a pageant girl and her redneck family. How is it a good show?" he asked.

Riley couldn't come up with an answer. "It's just a good show, okay?" she said almost admitting defeat. Randy nodded sarcastically and turned off the tv. "Goodnight, Riley." He said. Riley shook her head at Randy's pitiful attempt at her accent. "Good… night… Randy." she said exaggerating the dramatic way he talked in the ring. Randy laughed. "That was pretty good." He said. Riley smiled. "Thanks. Goodnight." She said. Randy smiled. "Goodnight." He said.

Riley got settled on the couch and quickly fell asleep. She had one hell of a dream day ahead of her.

A/N: That's the first chapter! Please review. Your reviews and opinions vastly shape this story! Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated! I love you for reading!