My name is Andy. Well, my real name is Andrea, but everyone calls me Andy. My dad's name is Mark and he works in the WWE. Yes people, you've guessed it; my dad is none other than the Undertaker. He's really overprotective, because my mom died when I was 7. He says that he's overprotective because he lost my mom, and he doesn't want to lose me too. Surprisingly, he doesn't really allow me to go on the road with him, because he wants me to live a normal life. So, I stay at home in Texas with my grandma, and dad visits whenever he can, and I'd travel in the summer. But now, since I'm 18, and I've graduated from high school, he's letting me travel with him on the road for a year. I can't wait; I love wrestling, and I'd love to do something with the WWE. And. I'd love to spend more time with my dad. He's like, my best friend, and I don't think we've ever fought.
The day before I was to leave to travel with my dad, I was watching wrestling, of course, and something happened that really made my day. John Cena, my all time crush, won the US Title back. I cheered and tossed a pillow in the air. I smiled to my self, because, I would be able to congratulate him on his win that Thursday when I got in Boston. I'd met him before, but he didn't know who I was…I mean, it had been in San Antonio at an autograph signing; so I wasn't sure he'd remember me. I had been there with my dad, and I blended in with most of the crowd. I was still in the middle of celebrating his win, when my cell phone rang.
"Hey, hey, Andy here," I chimed happily.
"Someone's in a happy mood. How're you darlin'?" the deep voice on the other end said, laughing.
"Hey daddy! I'm fine, just fine. I'm watchin' Bad Blood." I said, dancing around the room to John's Theme song.
"You all ready to go?"
"Just about…I just have to pack all of my CD's and my sketchbook."
"Which CD's are you bringing?"
"All of 'em." I said cheerfully.
"Now Andy, you have almost 200 CD's in your room, how are you going to bring all of them?" he laughed.
"I'll figure something out…I'll only bring the one's I absolutely love, alright?"
"Sure thing, Andy. Now, get to sleep."
"Daddy, the Pay per View isn't over…you don't want to waste your 40 bucks, do you?" I smiled, slyly.
"You little minx, you get to bed as soon as it's over...you hear?"
"I'm 18; I don't have a bedtime anymore pop." I laughed.
"Fine, smart ass." He laughed.
"Love ya too, papa," I smiled.
"Goodnight darlin' get to bed at a reasonable hour…deal? I don't want you to miss your flight because you overslept."
"I won't."
"Night Andy.
"Night daddy."
I hung up the phone and finished watching the PPV. I laughed to myself, because I ended up falling asleep at the end anyway; dad was right, he always was…I hated that about him!
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"Flight 275 from Houston, Texas to Baltimore, Maryland is now boarding"
I gave the woman my ticket, and I went and sat down on the plane. I called my dad as we took off; to let him know him I was on my way. Then I took out my Discman and popped in my Linkin Park CD. I fell asleep listening to it, and it was back on the third song when I woke up. I looked to my left, and I saw this guy sitting there, staring at a laptop. I was bored, but luckily, the light came on the signal us to buckle our seat belts. We landed, and I called my dad again. He told me to come out to the front of the air port, and I'd see him in his 4x4. I got out to the front, and sure enough, there was the big man, leaning against his truck.
"Daddy!" I screamed.
"How're you darlin'?" he said, smiling.
"Great. How're you big man?" I smirked.
"Better now…what're you listening to now?" he said, eyeing my Discman.
"Linkin Park, in other words…nothing you'd wanna listen to."
"Now how do you know? I'm hip, I'm 'with it', right?"
"No."
"WHAT? I am cool!" he laughed. "I am the American Bad Ass, I am the definition of cool baby!"
"You were only the American Bad Ass because I told you that the Phantom thing was getting kind of old. I chose the costumes, I picked the music…come on daddy, admit it…you're kind of old fashioned. And you went RIGHT BACK to the Phantom thing! I love it, but it gets kind of old!" I laughed.
"Come on Darlin' that one hurt a little," he laughed as we pulled into the arena. We laughed at the looks my dad was getting walking through the halls because 'Taker' was walking through the halls with a young redhead. Not many people knew about me; only a few wrestlers, Glen Jacobs, who I called Uncle Glenn, because he was my godfather, and was my second dad, Shawn Michaels, Eddie Guerrero, and Chris Benoit; pretty much wrestlers who have been in the WWE for longer than 10 years. I went into my dad's locker room and put on an Eminem CD and started to draw. Dad tapped me on the shoulder about half an hour later, and told me he was going to the gym to work out. I just nodded and went back to my sketch book after switching to an Our Lady Peace CD.
After a while, I got up and started to walking around, looking for a candy machine or something, I hadn't eaten much. I was still really into my music, and I wasn't really looking where I was going. I bumped into what felt like a brick wall. I went down hard, and I dropped my CD player. I looked over to see who I had run into, because they'd fell down too, and I looked into an amazing pair of blue eyes.
"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." We said at the same time. I smiled, and he smiled back. I noticed he had a Discman too.
"Who you got in there?" I asked as he helped me up.
"Jay-Z. You?"
"Our Lady Peace."
"I don't think I introduced myself. I'm John."
"Andrea, but my friends call me Andy."
"Well, Andy, I don't think I've seen you around here before, you a new Diva?"
"No," I blushed. I couldn't believe John Cena (A/N: Come on, you knew it was him!) thought I was a Diva. "I'm on the road with my dad."
"Really, you should be a diva, you've got the body for it…. But anyway, you hungry? I was on my way to catering…wanna come?"
"Yeah, I was looking for something to eat." I laughed. We walked on down the hall, talking and laughing.
"You know, that's some accent you have there…where are you from?"
"Houston, Texas, born and raised. You're from Boston, right?"
"West Newberry, but it's the same thing, really. How'd you know?"
"Well, let's just say, I'm a fan." He laughed and nudged me playfully.
"Here we are. You want me to introduce you to some people?"
"Uh, sure, okay." I said, smiling. We walked in, and the first person I saw was Eddie Guerrero, who looked over and smiled at me.
"Uncle Eddie!" I shrieked. I ran over and jumped into his arms. He spun me a circle and set me back down. I hadn't seen him in almost two years, since my sweet 16.
"How are you Pajarita?" he smiled.
"I'm alright," I smiled, my heavy Texas accent filling the room.
"Good to see you again, haven't seen you in almost two years." He said.
"I know, I missed you. I saw your match yesterday though…looking good out there!" I smiled.
"How long are you on the road for?"
"Just a year, then I'm going to school."
"Which school?"
"Boston College, for communications, I want to go into journalism or something like that."
"That's a good school Pajarita."
"I know, but it's so far from home…I'm not gonna make it." I laughed. I looked over at John, who wore a highly confused look on his face.
"What's with the look Cena? You lose your hat again?" he laughed.
"No, how do you know Andy? I haven't seen her here before."
"Kid, you've been here what? Four, five years?" John just nodded. "Well, I've been here over double that time, so I know Andy here. Her dad used to bring her on the road when she was little every summer. Then when she got in the 9th grade, he wanted her to start leading a more normal life. So she stopped coming on the road in the summer, so she could focus on her studies and be with her friends. I used to chase her all over the arenas while she rose hell." He laughed.
"Oh," was all he said. Just then, my cell rang. I answered it quickly after reading the name on the caller ID.
"Hey pop." I smirked.
"Where are you?" he said. He sounded kind of worried.
"I'm in catering talking to Uncle Eddie, I'm fine."
"Okay, I just came in, and I didn't see you curled up in the corner of the couch drawing. I'm on my way to catering, alright?"
"Sure thing Big man." I giggled as I hung up.
"You still call your dad Big Man?" Uncle Eddie laughed.
"Yeah, he's still bigger than me, so he's still Big Man." I said simply. Then I went and made a plate, sitting back down at the table where John and Uncle Eddie had seated themselves. John was on my right, and Uncle Eddie was sitting on the other side of John. John had some how thrown his arm over my shoulders. Right then, who should come through the door but my dad.
"Daddy!" I smiled, waving him over. His face lit up when he saw me, but it darkened when he saw who I was with.
"What are you doing here, boy?" he said, eyeing John.
"Hanging out with the new girl and showing her around, why Taker?"
"She don't need nothing from you. SO just stay away from my little girl."
John nearly choked on his Gatorade he was drinking.
"Daughter? Andy, TAKER'S your dad?"
"Yeah, you can't tell?" I smirked. I mean, I was a spitting image of my dad pretty much; red hair, strong facial features, green/gray eyes, I looked just like him.
"I wasn't really looking!" he smirked. "Chill out Taker, I'm not after your daughter like that…I was just being friendly. I won't bite her, relax, dog."
"I'm not your dog," my dad barked out.
"Daddy, relax, alright, I bumped into him, literally, and he showed me how to get here, that's all." I said, softly, noticing that he was starting to chew on his upper lip, a sign that he was getting upset. He looked at me, and he stopped chewing.
"Alright, Darlin' I'll calm down…I'm sorry."
"'s alright, I would've done the same…" I smiled.
"Come on girly, let's go, it's almost show time," he said, turning towards the door.
"Alright." I smiled. Then I slipped John my cell phone number. Daddy didn't see it, but Uncle Eddie sure did. I knew I could trust him not to tell daddy though, so I didn't worry about it. I fallowed daddy back to his locker room and I started to watch Raw, while the house show was going on. I was really enjoying the show…I thought Dave Batista was hot…so I hardly ever missed a show. About halfway through, I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. I smirked when I read it.
Hey Andy! Is the big bad wolf around? This little piggy doesn't wanna be eaten!
-J
I quickly replied.
Hey Johnny! The BBW isn't around now, but he will be soon! Call me at 10:30 2nite…we'll hook up 2morrow night Wednesday nite, or after SD on Thurs.
-A
About three seconds after I sent the text, my dad came in from his match.
"Hey daddy, how was your match?"
"Alright, nothing like a live one though…just a taping…not the same. Wait till Thursday though, Darlin', you'll love it."
"I always have daddy, I miss watching you live."
"Well, Thursday, you'll get your chance. Show's almost over, start getting your things together."
"Sure thing daddy," I said, getting up and starting to gather up my CD's, of which I only brought about 30 or so…only my absolute favorites. Once I was finished, I grabbed my cell, which was going off again, signaling a text message was coming through. It was another from John. I laughed as I read this one too…
A-
SD nite, we're n Boston…come on and hang wit me that nite…we'll go out n get drunk! Lol.
-J
I quickly replied.
J-
Doubt I'll get in… I'm only 18…but that's what I got a fake ID for! Lol. See call me l8r, we'll talk.
-A
He must have been waiting on my text, because he quickly texted me back.
A-
I'll call you in about 10. I got stuff 2 do…I got 2 invite more people 2 the "party" in B-Town.
-J
I just rolled my eyes and laughed again. By now, my dad was looking at me weird. I smirked and starting sketching again. True to his word, my phone rang.
"My dad thinks I've officially lost it." I laughed into the phone.
"Does he know it's me on the phone?" John said.
"Doubt it buddy…but he's not stupid." I said. For the next hour, we started truing to figure out as much stuff about each other as we could.
"When's your birthday?" I said.
"April 23rd ."
"Oh no, a Taurus." I giggled.
"What's wrong with that?"
"You're stubborn as all hell, and you have a temper out of this world."
"You're into the whole horoscope thing, aren't you?"
"Just a little. I mean, take me, I'm a Scorpio, October 13th, that means, I'm very passionate, I have a bad attitude at times, and I'm possibly just as stubborn as you are."
"You also have an amazing sex drive." He laughed.
"Let me guess, you're into the horoscope thing too?"
"No, I just know these things." He said quickly.
"Smart ass." I laughed.
"Thank you. Favorite hobby?" he said.
"Drawing. I love to draw and listen to music."
"I actually like to just kick back and write a couple of raps, or watch TV, listen to my Discman."
"I do the same thing with my Discman, Put it on full blast and listen to it while doing a couple of sketches…I love it. Uh, Favorite color?" I said smiling.
"Blue."
"Pink." I said, smiling.
"Pink?"
"Pink, it's so cute!"
"What ever…Best kind of music?"
"Rock or Rap…I don't have a fave…" I said.
"Rap, all the way!"
"Rock is great John, give it a try."
"I can't get into it!"
"I'll get you into rock music, know I will."
"Doubt it."
"Whatever, I can't really say I have a favorite, but it's definitely a tie between Rock and Rap though... Favorite Food?"
"Any kind of Italian."
"Chinese"
"What about Mickey D's?"
"Obsessed with it, but not my favorite. Uh, Favorite Movie?"
"Scarface, and Fast and the Furious."
"Fast and the Furious, and The Ring. Ooh, I got a good one…Favorite Chick Flick?"
"Don't have one."
"Don't lie Jonathan, favorite Chick Flick?"
"Is Selina a Chick flick?"
"Yeah. Did you cry?"
"NO WAY!"
"I don't believe you."
"I DIDN'T!"
"If you didn't, then you wouldn't try so hard to get me not to believe you. You did cry watching Selina…wait till Uncle Eddie hears this one."
"You wouldn't…"
"Oh, I would, but I won't if you're super nice to me." I smirked.
"You're evil."
"I get it from my daddy!" I smiled.
"I bet you do, but….hey, we've been talking for almost three hours!" John exclaimed.
"Really? I mean, yeah, we talked through the ride to the hotel, and now I'm just relaxing in my hotel suite, but THREE HOURS?"
"I know." He laughed.
"You're really easy to talk to."
"So are you; I mean, I don't even talk to my girlfriend this much on the phone."
I froze.
"Oh, you have a girlfriend?" I said, trying to keep my voice casual. 'Of course he has a girlfriend, idiot. He's gorgeous, rich, has an amazing body, and is fun to talk to…he's perfect!' I thought to myself.
"Yeah, Dawn Marie, she wasn't there today, but she'll be there on Thursday when we're in Boston." He said. "She's cool, you two should get along great."
'Yeah, right Andy, like you'll get along with his girlfriend.'
"I'm sure we will, I mean, if you're with her, she has to be awesome! Anyone I should stay away from backstage?"
"Uh, just Angle, JBL and his clown, the French guy, but other than that, everyone's pretty cool. Charlie, Paul, that's Show, Rob, Eddie, and Rey; those guys are awesome. Teddy Long, he's an awesome boss too…really cool."
"Andy, you've been on that phone for almost three hours now. Come on, and spend time with your old man." My dad chuckled, mussing my hair. I glared at him and brushed my hair back in place.
"John, I gotta go…call ya tomorrow?"
"Definitely. See you around Andy."
"Yeah, Goodnight John."
"Goodnight Andy."
I hung up the phone and walked into the main room where my dad was watching a movie. I jumped in his lap and smirked at him. He kissed my forehead and he turned the channel to my favorite movie: The Ring. I fell asleep curled up in my dad's lap, happy to be on the road again, not knowing of the adventure in store for me.