Another story in the works guys. I would love to hear what you think, because if your not feeling it then there is no point in me continuing right? Well anyway hope you enjoy it at least a little bit. ~Lots Of Love Skye~
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My name is Avery Skye. And on the date of October 21st my life, well a very important part of my life was taken away from me the best day of my life, others the worst. Me? I'm going with it being, on record, one of the worst days of my young life. Now I am sure there are about a million and one questions swimming thru your heads right now, but don't you worry. We will get to the full story eventually. I am now 27 years of age, but this whole crazy ordeal started at the tender age of 15. Yes 15 years old. It seems quite impossible, but I came to learn that in life, nothing is impossible. Well here I'm getting ahead of myself, let me just tell you what happened thru the eyes of the people that this effected……
"Wake up!" I herd someone yell. I had no intention of getting up anytime soon. I was finally on summer vacation, with my family in St. Louis, Missouri. Where we have lived for as long as I can remember. And no one was going to ruin that for me. The loud shirking got closer and closer, and the closer it got I could tell exactly who it was. It was my way to overly peppy sister, Britain. Now normally we get along, but on this particular morning she was grating on my last nerve. I stirred when I felt her plop down onto the bed and start bouncing up and down. She really wasn't going to give up until I was doing cartwheels across the bedroom floor. So I decided to get up, for her sake. She smiled brightly when she saw my acid green eyes flutter open.
"Good morning sissy!" She screeched. Her every word piercing my ears like shards of glass.
I grumbled. I was not at all a morning person. And she knew that. Also being a hormonal 15 year old girl didn't help the cause either. "Good morning. May I ask who sprinkled…no more like dumped an unbelievable amount of sunshine into your breakfast this morning?" I smiled at her. I was know to be quite sarcastic, and I also never pass up the opportunity to mess with my sister.
She giggled. "Well aren't you a funny one Avery." She stood up from her spot on my bed, and walked to the door.
I rubbed my eyes and blinked. "So Brit. Any reason you woke me up at…" I looked at the clock. "7:30?" She turned around and smiled at me.
"Dad's friends are here." She said happily as she skipped out of my room leaving me alone once again, seriously considering taking this opportunity to get some more sleep, but I could tell that wasn't going to happen. I rolled my eyes. "Great dad's wrestling buddies, A.K.A his friends." I thought to myself. Yes my dad is tight with some of the WWE wrestlers. Is he a wrestler himself? No not at all. He does more behind the scenes stuff, but he still managed to make friends with those meat heads. It seemed that they were always at our house, which royally pissed me off, but I wasn't about to pick a fight with some who outweighed me by numerous pounds. But no matter I would get thru this yet again. I didn't know mush about my dad's friends just that they were on TV, but after that little snippet of information I ceased to listen any longer. I pulled myself up off my bed, and stretched my arms over my head, trying to wake my sleeping body. I walked over to my closet and searched for something presentable to wear, but I was finding that simple task hard. I pulled out a pair of dark skinny jeans, and slid them over my legs, then grabbed a hooded sweatshirt that was laying on a chair, and slipped it over my head. "Screw being presentable." I thought. This will have to do. Although I did have the decency to brush my hair. I grabbed my hair brush off of my dresser, and ran it thru my long coal black hair. After giving myself a once over in the mirror, I walked out the door, only to find Britain leaning against the wall obviously waiting for me.
" Thought I would have to go in there and get you again." She told me.
I smiled at her. "Nope I'm ready. Let's do this." I said, linking my arm with hers and walking down the winding staircase. When we reached the bottom we saw no one, but herd laughter flowing out of the kitchen. We assumed that's where everyone was, so to the kitchen we went. As we walked in the door my mother was just finishing her sentence.
"They should be down…"
"Way ahead of you Ma." We replied in unison. Which caused her to turn around and smile at us.
She walked over and hugged us both before backing away. She stood in front of us, obviously ready to introduce the group of men taking up space in our kitchen.
She began…"This is Jeff Hardy." my mother said, pointing to a tall man with wildly colored locks. He was handsome for sure, but nowhere near my type. The next man she introduced was a man named David Batista. He was the biggest of the three men, and he had the most gorgeous brown eyes that I have ever seen on any man in my life. The last man seemed to be content keeping to himself in the corner of our kitchen, not interested in the current conversation, but he interested me in ways I couldn't explain even if I wanted to.
"And this is Randy Orton." my mom said gesturing to the mysterious man.
As soon as he lifted his head, intense blue eyes locked with my acid green ones, staring right into my soul. I have never felt that way before, and by that feeling I knew with out a shadow of a doubt that I was in for a world of trouble and heart ache, but I was willing to risk that.
"Nice to meet you." I said meaning it to be directed to all of them, but I was solely focused on Randy.
After all the introductions were over my mom walked out onto the patio, followed by Jeff, Dave, and my sister, who tried to pull me with her, but even heaven and earth couldn't move me. I was stuck.
He looked at me, his electric blue eyes never once showing any kind of emotion. Which intrigued me in ways unexplainable.
Randy's P.O.V…
I have no idea why I am here. I leaned against the counter, trying to stay as far away from the rest of the group as possible. They weren't really interesting me at the moment. I really wish I had denied the invite, but something told me that being here, bored out of my mind, would pay off in the end. The woman that had been showing us around the house, had been talking about her two young daughters nonstop. I thought to myself " Great two stuck up rich teens. Just what I need." But as soon as I herd footsteps enter the kitchen I froze, hoping I would continue to go unnoticed. She introduced us one by one and then she got to me. I looked up my blue eyes going from one daughter to the other and then stopping dead in my tracks. I stared into her green eyes and I swear my heart skipped a beat. She looked so innocent, but mature for her young age. That's when it hit me. "Young age." she was only 15. "No Randy. No way are we doing this again." I coached myself. I saw everyone else walk outside. Everyone but her. She seemed frozen, unmovable. So young but she is so beautiful in ways unexplainable. I wouldn't hesitate to….no Randy, no my brain keeps screaming, but is my heart screaming louder?
End of Randy's P.O.V
I couldn't even begin to think up the words to say to this man. I felt like if I talked he would find me to be an immature child, just like everyone else did. Which I am not. I knew exactly what he was thinking by the change in his facial expression. He obviously knew I was young and it seemed to be bothering him, but hey I cant help what age I am. To me age is nothing but a number, an insignificant label that's thrives on keeping people from where they truly belong. Just when I thought I had found the words to say to him, Britain came running up to the door, pulling it open.
"Come on Crazies!" She yelled, pulling me by the arm out the door. This time breaking the bond that had previously held me to the floor. Before I knew it Randy was right next to me, his blue eyes scanning our surroundings. He didn't look directly at me, but he finally spoke. "What's your name kid?" He looked down at the ground.
"Kid." Oh Great another person who only thinks of me as a minor and nothing more. I hate that word, absolutely hate it. It should be banned from use. I finally spoke up. "My name is Avery Skye, but you can just call me Avery." I smiled at him trying to lighten the mood.
I saw the corners of his mouth twitch almost as if a smile was fighting to break free, but you could tell he wasn't caving anytime soon. "Nice name." And with that he walked away leaving me alone yet again.
My mom and dad setup the picnic table and began to set out numerous plates of food. I was going to sit down next to my sister, who had picked the worst possible spot. It was right next to Randy and it also happened to be behind the grill. I carefully tried to scoot by the grill, but I didn't notice that my arm was very close to it and as soon as I moved my arm I let out an ear piercing scream of agony. Britain shot up off of her chair. "Are you okay?!" She asked me grabbing my arm.
I looked at her with tears in my eyes, but I would never admit o my sister that I was hurting. "I'm fine." I told her.
"Mommy!!" Britain yelled for mom and as soon as she did my mom and dad came running out of the kitchen.
"What?!" I herd mom yell. Then she saw that I was holding my arm. "What happened Ave?" My mom questioned me.
I looked up at her. "The grill." I simply said. And I removed my and from my arm, revealing a pretty impressive scorch mark. My mom gasped. "Oh baby girl. You need to be more careful."
I looked at my mother in shock. "Be more careful!" I mocked her. I stood up and stomped into the house. I could feel all eyes on me.
Randy's P.O.V…
Her mother looked hurt as she started to follow her into the house. I stopped her. "I'll go." I don't know, nor will I ever, why I volunteered. But I felt the need to.
She nodded at me. "Thanks."
I walked into the house and saw Avery sitting on the floor holding her arm. I walked up to her and bent down to eye level. "You okay kid?" She looked up at me, her green eyes looked hurt and angry all at the same time.
"Don't call me kid!" She screamed at me. I was caught off guard, but she looked as if she was 100% serious, but I didn't get it she was a kid. Right?
End of Randy's P.O.V
I cant believe he called me a kid again. Who did he think he was calling me kid? I do have a name you know. As soon as I calmed down I looked up at him and for the first time all day I saw something in his eyes. He felt bad. "Sorry I yelled at you." I told him.
He looked at me and wiped a tear that fell from my eye. "It's okay k…" He caught himself before he used the word kid again which I appreciated.
He smiled at me. "Let's get that arm bandaged up." He stood up at grabbed my other arm and pulled me to me feet. I sat up on the bar stool by the counter and directed him to our first aid kit. He took it form the cabinet and brought it over to me. He took out an ace bandage and some Neosporin. He applied it to the burn and then wrapped in it the bandage. All the while he was touching my arm I felt little goose bumps erupt. When he was done he closed the kit and put it away turning to look at me. "There you go all better." And that's when it happened. He smiled at me and then walked out to the backyard.
I smiled so wide that I thought my cheeks would split open. I hopped off of the counter and looked out the door that led to the yard. I saw Randy and the others shaking hands with my parents, which I figured meant that they were leaving. I saw Randy walk around to the front of the house. Before I knew it my feet were carrying me out the front door toward Randy. I finally reached him and wrapped my arms around his thick waist. "Thank you." I said burying my face in his chest. I looked up at him and then backed away.
"No problem." He said before sliding into his car and driving away. That was the first day in my entire 15 years of life that I actually realized that I knew what I wanted. But I couldn't have it.
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So guys new story what do you think? Please let me know because I find no point in continuing if you don't enjoy it. So please review. =] Oh and I don't own anything that has to do with the WWE I only own all of the made up characters. So please don't sue me. =p
