A/N: WEED! OK since now I have your attention I'd like to say a few things :P this is my first fanfic blah blah take it easy on me please. I apologize if my grammar is horrible! even though English is my first language for some reason I suck at it :/ and...

I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS APART FROM MY OWN OC AND STORY LINE ETC THE REST IS OWNED BY THE WWE.

Thank you ^.^

Chapter 1

I turned a corner and finally saw the hotel. I could see the screaming cheering crowd right outside being pushed back by the security. I sighed. Crap this is gonna be harder than I thought. I was wearing my black chucks, black ripped jeans and a black tank top with the Nirvana logo on it. No I am not emo, just in case you were wondering. I clutched my duffel bag tighter and walked to the back of the hotel, only to be met by another guard blocking the door.

"No trespassing" he said in a deep wheezy voice, he was probably a heavy smoker. I scrunched up my nose as my suspicions were confirmed as I could smell the smoke from him. It's not that I hated smokers, because my brother smoked, but I just thought why ruin a nice pair of lungs and shorten your life? He was quite tall and a bit on his chubby side and of course wore the security guard uniform with the name tag 'Chris'.

Thankfully he was the only one there.

"Hi, can I please get through? My brother is in there" I smiled as fake and sweetly as I could.

"Who's your brother?"

"Randy Orton"

But all I got was a deep belly laugh from the man. "I've heard that many times. Whatever excuse you come up with girl I'm not going to let you through just to get a glimpse of a WWE superstar. Now go back to the front and wait like everybody else" he said and I just glared at the man and raised my eyebrow in disbelief.

"See, here's the thing, Chris" Saying his name slowly "I don't want to see any stupid WWE superstars. I just want to see my brother" I said through clenched teeth, trying to keep my temper under control. What did I look like to him? One of those crazed fans?

"And I said to wait like everyone else at the front of the hotel" he said, starting to get irritated with my presence.

To hell with this I thought as I kicked the guard in the nuts and as he bent down in pain I kneed him in the nose. I then grabbed his head and threw him up against the metal dumpster that was at the side, knocking him out. He wasn't dead, just unconscious. I looked around to see if anyone saw, glad that no one did. "Wait like everyone else my ass" I mumbled to myself as I slipped through the back door and into the hotel.

Ok, so maybe knocking him out wasn't such a good idea, but I've been looking for my brother for a while now and nothing is going to stop me.

Keeping my head down low I took the stairs, not wanting to risk getting caught. My friend Jack told me my brother was on the 6th floor. I smiled at the memory of Jack. He was good with computers and finding stuff and I loved him for it. When I ran away, Jack was there and he helped me and I mean helped me a lot.

As I opened up the door in the stairway to the 6th floor I bumped into what felt like a brick wall "Oh shit!" I said when I was about to fall backwards down the stairs, a firm hand got a grip on my forearm and pulled me forward before I could fall to my death.

"Wow, Sorry, you alright?" said a man with tattoos up and down both his arms and had a lip ring.

"Just peachy" I said "Thanx"

"No Problem, but you do know this floor is only for authorized WWE workers, right?" he asked "look, no fans are allowed up here, so I suggest you go back down"

I sighed, I couldn't be bothered explaining to him that I wasn't a fan, I just wanted to see my brother who I haven't seen in about 4 years. But the thing is would he want to see me again? Would he hate me for running away? I look back at the man and he was staring at me.

"I'm actually new to the WWE. I'm one of the assistants, assistant. Chris downstairs let me through" I lied smoothly and in a way too fake happy voice.

He nodded slowly "well, ok, I'm Phil by the way, I guess I'll see you around newbie" not wanting to deal with me he couldn't be bothered asking for any proof. But noticing how I didn't go all crazy when I saw him like other fans. He then proceeded to go downstairs to wherever the hell he was going.

He was probably one of the superstars, but I wouldn't know. I went to door 621 and was about to knock but I hesitated, thinking deeply about the consequence. Come on Libby! Just knock on the damn door. You have nowhere to go, I thought.

I knocked lightly on the door and it opened. I was then met by the same deep blue eyes as mine.

"Libby?" he said, shocked at the person that was standing before him.

"Hey Randy" I said with a smirk on my face. Wow, I wish I could take a picture of his face, it was priceless.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hotel room, slammed the door and then gripped me in a death hug and I seriously mean a death hug, I could hear my bones click and the air in my lungs had suddenly disappeared. "Jesus! Let go you idiot! I'm dying!" I gasped.

He then let go "where the hell have you been?!" was the first thing he said to me

"Lovely to see you too, big brother" I nodded in acceptance of the wrath that will be coming my way.

"Do you know how worried everyone back home was? We were all looking for you Libby!" He stared at me but I looked down at the floor. "Why'd you run away?"

"It happened 4 years ago Randy"

"That doesn't change the fact that you still ran away."

I was silent for a minute. While Randal looked at me and I looked at the floor. Randy and I were apparently quite similar, our looks, we both have sky blue eyes and brown hair, where my wavy hair reaches to the mid of my back, while Randy keeps shaving his off, but it was mainly our personalities that were the same, we got angry quickly, we're snarky and much, much more.

"I have nowhere to go Randy" I told him quietly. Feeling stupid that I had to admit such a thing to him. Ok so here's the thing, I ran away when I was 15, why? Because I had daddy issues. I became a street rat and started hanging around with the wrong crowd, not gonna get into detail about that right now, but anyway, now I'm back at 19 years old and what reply do I get from my brother?

"You're probably full of diseases…" he muttered

I smacked him in the side of his head for saying such a disgusting thing. "Now go make me a sandwich Randal, I'm hungry" I said smirking as I plopped my duffel bag down and slumped on the couch.

My brother shook his head and smirked too, glad his annoying little sister was back.

"How the hell did you find me anyway? and how the hell did you get pass through security?" he asked

"Duh. You're like on every fucking channel I switch to. Your location is not that hard to find on the internet and I'm now friends with that chain smoker downstairs, Chris or whatever"

"Does this mean you'll be in touring with me?"

I sighed at my choices "Yes" I said, not liking the word, because to tell you the truth, I wasn't a big fan of the WWE. "Now hold the mustard and extra pickles please" I smiled him a fake bitchy grin which was obvious and he rolled his eyes.

"After I make you this sandwich you better answer my questions on where you've been" He said all serious now. But if I did tell you, Randy, you wouldn't be happy with me, I thought sadly in my mind.

So? what did you think? good? horrible? please R & R! I would really appreciate it :)