Name: Natalie Orton
Looks: Waist length curly black hair, blue eyes. Has 'faith' tattooed on her left wrist. Pale.
Crush: John Morrison
Friends: Seth Rollins and Justin Gabriel
Family: Randy Orton (older brother)
*Know for her flexibility *
Watching people from a distance was something I had done my entire life. I had never been outgoing or confident like my brother. It just wasn’t me. But for the first time, I wanted this particular person to notice me. But he wouldn’t. He was so different to me. Loud and outrageous. We were the complete opposite. And yet I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. And no matter how hard I tried to stay away, all it did was make the attraction stronger. It was like trying to fight fire with fire.
“Natalie, are you right?” my good friend Seth asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Course I am. I was just thinking,” I replied.
He gave me a knowing grin. I blushed slightly. It hadn’t been a very good idea to tell Seth about my crush on John Morrison. It wasn’t like he would ever tell anyone; he just liked to make fun of me because of it. But it only happened when nobody else was around.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” he chuckled.
I threw him a grateful smile. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than Seth Rollins. Even if he tended to get me into trouble with my brother sometimes. I finished off my drawing that I had been working on for some time now when a voice from behind me spoke.
“That’s really good,” he said.
I glanced up to see John smiling at me. I felt my heart skip a beat then start to race. The blush began to creep up my neck towards my neck.
“Thank you,” I murmured shyly.
Instead of leaving, like I thought her would, he took a seat beside me. Given that he had never paid me much attention before, I was kind of surprised that he was now. But I shouldn’t have been. John Morrison was a man who did as he pleased when he pleased.
“Where did you learn to draw like that?” he asked curiously.
“I taught myself,” I replied truthfully.
“You’re really good,” he told me.
My blush turned slightly darker. I wasn’t used to all of this attention. And not from John. I tilted my head forward so that my long black hair covered my face from sight. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to brush it out of my face.
“Don’t hide,” he said. “You’re too pretty to be hiding from everyone.”
“No one’s ever really paid me a compliment before,” I told him.
“Why not?” he asked shocked. “Have you ever been on a date Natalie?”
“No, boys always found me too shy,” I admitted.
“Then I’m taking you on a date,” he said.
Just like that, he had decided. I never really understood his infatuation with someone like me but he always told me that he preferred girls who were not overly loud and self-absorbed. He said that ever since I had started working for the company, he had found me to be the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. And to this day, he still believes it.