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Cody sat on the couch, only taking up one cushion, across the living room from his father, who was watching an old wrestling video from his chair. He had his knees pulled up to his chest, with his brand new phone sitting on top of his kneecap. Every few seconds he'd let out a little giggle; disturbing the quiet and frustrating his father.

Finally his dad had had enough and stormed over to Cody. Before his father could say anything Dustin came into the room, "Who're you texting this time, Cody." he asked, walking out into the kitchen.

"Someone I'm not supposed to." Cody said, sticking his tongue out at his brother who was long gone, but Cody was just too engrossed in texting to notice.

Dusty growled and narrowed his eyes. "You better not be talking to that damn DiBiase kid again."

Cody rolled his eyes, "His name is Ted, daddy."

"I don't really care what his name is, Cody." Dusty said, yelling.

Cody pouted, "But he's my friend…"

"You'll make other, better friends Cody." Dusty said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah right." Cody said, running up to his room.

Dustin watched his little brother try to hide his tears. He knew how hard it was to make friends being different; especially with his lisp. He shook his head and started up the stairs. Dusty could be so insensitive; just because him and Ted's father had a constant problem with each other.

"Stay away from those damn DiBiase's!" Dusty yelled before settling back into his chair.

Dustin rolled his eyes and knocked on his baby brother's bedroom door.

"Codes? It's me…"

Cody, who was curled up in a tiny ball on his bed, got up and let his brother in; only to slam the door shut again after Dustin was inside. Cody locked the door and put this desk chair against it.

"Don't let him get to you… I was in the same situation when I was your age, except it was with the Orton boy. We might've been friends today if I hadn't listened to that old, jealous man." Dustin said, sitting on the bed beside Cody. "Please don't let him get to you, Codes." Dustin's eyes were pleading.

"Okay…" Cody said, hiccupping. "I like Teddy… He wants to be a wrestler too… Maybe someday we'll wrestler together…"

Dustin chuckled at this. "Maybe, Codes… I really hope things do work out though."

Cody smiled and went back to texting his best friend. Day dreaming about him and Teddy wrestling together; maybe he'd even wrestler against his older brother. He giggled to himself.

Dustin smiled and ruffled Cody's hair. He got up and moved the chair and unlocked the door. "See you at dinner." He said, opening the door and stepping out.

Cody bounced over and closed the door then threw himself onto his bed, giggling like mad.

He texted Teddy; telling him how mean his father was but how understanding his brother had been. Then he texted him telling him he couldn't wait to wrestle with him.

Dusty was downstairs mumbling about how the DiBiase family couldn't be trusted; how they just threw money around as though it was nothing. He grunted, no son of his was going to be friends with a DiBiase.

~ At Dinner ~

Cody was bouncing around in his seat as he reached for the mashed potatoes. Dustin was laughing at his brother's enthusiasm and slide the gravy closer to him; knowing that was what he would go for next.

"Thank you." Cody squeaked out; grabbing the gravy and dumping a spoonful onto his potatoes.

Dusty grit his teeth together. Cody's obvious giddiness was due to Theodore DiBiase Jr. and that made him very upset. "You better have stopped texting that DiBiase brat."

Cody rolled his eyes. "Daddy… Don't be like this…"

Dustin tried to ignore the conversation going on a foot away from him; he knew this wasn't going to be pretty.

"Give me that damned phone." Dusty said, growling and holding his hand out for it.

"Dad." Dustin warned, standing up.

"Don't you threaten me." Dusty said, striding over to him.

"Daddy…" Cody whimpered. "You can have my phone… just… please calm down…"

Dusty ripped the phone from his youngest son's hand and threw it against the wall. It shattered into 100 pieces.

Cody stood up and ran to his room.

"Dad, the DiBiase's are harmless. Why can't you understand that? Same day you're going to wake up and we aren't gonna be here for you to push around. Then what're you going to do? Sit on your ass all day muttering to yourself?"

This angered Dusty. "Don't you dare talk to me that way." He walked over and shoved Dustin.

Dustin stood up and ran up the stairs.

"Pack your stuff, Cody. We're outta here." Dustin yelled at Cody's door and ran into his own room and quickly began packing his own stuff.

A few minutes later they had both packed their things and we're carrying their bags downstairs.

"I'm gonna make a call first, Codes. Hold on…" Dustin said, running into the kitchen and dialing one of his dad's old friend. He talked to him for about a minute, explaining things then he ran out the door with his things and waited for Cody to get in the car.

Dusty watched as his son's pulled out of the driveway.

Poor Cody =\ && that's it for Ch 1... Cody's 14ish.I got this idea waiting for my bf; hope you like =)The next chapter is gonna be the same night; just at the DiBiase household

Notes:

CH. 3 - 5 years later - WWE careers; tag team partners