Ahhh yes and now it is time for yet another chapter. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I like writing it. If you have any ideas for this story let me know. I'm pretty open to ideas from others. Just nothing overly crazy. ~Lots Of Love Skye~


I paced the floors questioning my actions time and time again. "Did I really just do that?" I could have sworn I said that inside my head, but the thought somehow found its way out into the open air. And as always my nosey sister was right there to sick her fat nose into my life, but then again if she didn't care then really who would?

"What did you do sissy?" She came strolling out of the kitchen with that oh so spunky bounce in her step. I knew her all to well and I knew that there was no way that 'nothing' was going to be a good enough answer for her. So I did what anyone would do in this situation……I lied.

I turned towards her. "Nothing I just cant believe that I burned my arm." I laughed. "Silly me." I was hoping that was good enough for her and for what seemed like a second she seemed to be buying it. She turned on her heels like she was going to walk away and I let out the breath that I had been holding in all to long. But I always tend to underestimate Britain, and just as I was about to walk away as well she turned back around. "Your lying to me aren't you Ave?" Her pale blue eyes showed hurt and worry. I know she hates it when I lie to her and I cant say in enjoy doing it but its for her own good and this time mine as well. I sighed, I suppose it wouldn't kill me to tell her but if my dad ever found out the things I was about to tell Britain he might take the liberty to kill me himself. That is of course after he kills the man that this is all about. "Follow me." I told her. I walked up the stairs into my bedroom followed by my sister. I could tell she was excited to be receiving some juicy gossip but once she herd what I was planning on telling her she might not be as excited. "Okay Britain shut the door and sit down." She walked over to the door and shut it, then she skipped over to the edge of my bed and sat down. She looked at me her ears ready to receive the information.

"Okay Brit listen before I tell you have to swear that you wont tell mom or dad, definitely not dad. Okay?" I looked at her, my green eyes searching for any sign that she was paying attention. Britain tends to be a little scatter brained. She smiled at me and giggled, but that all stopped once she saw the seriousness in my eyes.

"Of course Ave." She grabbed a hold of my hand. "You can trust me."

I shook my head. Of course I can trust her she is my sister, my blood. I shouldn't have any doubts about sharing some parts of my life with her. I inhaled sharply. "It's about Randy." I thought it best to give her little bits of information at a time so she would not become to overwhelmed.

She looked confused for a second, before I saw the light bulb go off in her head. "Oh! You mean that extra yummy guy that was here earlier?"

I laughed. Even my sister seemed to think the Randy was exceptionally good looking. "Mhmm."

"Well what about him?"

I sighed, here goes nothing. "I kind of think I might…..ummm….I kind of…"

My sister was becoming more and more eager. "You kind of what Avery?!"

I couldn't hold it in any longer it was becoming to much for my little body to keep inside any longer. "I kind of like him!" I didn't mean to scream, but it had all built up inside of me and once I let it out it came out as a scream. "Britain say something." After I had screamed at her and told her what I had been thinking she hadn't moved a muscle.

She blinked quickly, trying to organize her thoughts. That's when I saw a smile spread across her porcelain face. "Oh my god!" Britain smiled widely and pulled me into a lung crushing hug. Now it was my turn to be confused. I pulled away and stared at her. "Brit, did you hear anything I just said?"

She nodded. "Of course I did and I think it's great."

I pulled away from her and paced back and forth, babbling incoherently to myself. All of a sudden my words became clear. "My sister is a lunatic, absolutely insane!" I continued my pacing until Britain's hand reached out and grabbed me, stopping me in my tracks. My eyes grew wide and I shook my head. I knew telling her was a bad idea. How could she say this is great?! It's not great, far from great actually.

Britain looked at me, and for the first time I saw my sister's pale blue eyes fill with seriousness. "Ave, remember when you told me to always go for the things that I want even if it seems impossible?" I nodded and she continued. "Well, this is no different," I started to object, trying to tell her that I didn't want Randy, but who was I kidding? If he would have been in my house still I wouldn't hesitate to take what I wanted. "That's what I thought." My sister was much smarter than I gave her credit for and for that I thank her.

I gave my sister a hug, telling her everything that I couldn't put into words. I loved my sister more than she would ever know. And then it hit me. The word age popped into my brain. "Brit, he's old." I jumped slightly when I heard laughter erupt from my sister's small body. Okay now she had totally went off the deep end. I stared at her waiting for her to catch her breath and explain to me what exactly she found so funny.

She stopped laughing and looked at me again. "Im sorry Avery but you should have seen your face when you called him old." she giggled again, obviously her outburst of laughter before wasn't enough.

"He is old, well older than me at least."

Britain sighed. "Age is just a number, you know that. Now im not saying that anything will happen between you and him, but if it does just remember if it feels right just go with it and you will never be disappointed." Britain smiled at me before exiting my room and leaving me to think over her words again and again. My sister was right what did I have to lose?

i laid down on my bed and curled up in a ball, sleep finally over taking my body.

A few hours later…..

I was jolted out of a deep sleep when i heard a loud pounding at the door. Who could possibly be visiting at this time? I waited for a few seconds before the pounding proceeded. I was really hoping maybe Britain heard the commotion, but my hopes soon died down after the fourth knock. I rolled my way off the bed and stood up trying to regain my balance, well what little I do have. I walked to the top of the steps and tried to peer out the tiny window by our front door, but it did not reveal what was behind it. "Looks like I'm going to have to go down there." I thought to myself, I walked down the winding stair case, trying my best not the fall and cause a scene. I seem to do that more often then not. Once I finally reached our front door I felt an awkward jolt of electricity run through my veins, I wonder…..I threw open the door and there before me, about to knock once more, stood Randy Orton. His blue-grey eyes were staring down at me with unknown emotion. My acid green eyes reacted my widening in shock and horror, and my mouth hung open unable to form words, not like there was anything to say in a situation such as this.

"Are You Deaf?"

I blinked when I finally realized that his rather rude question was being directed towards me. He didn't look angry, but he sure as hell didn't look happy. More like indifferent. "No I'm not deaf." If he wanted to play the bitch game I was all for it, but I give as good as I receive. "What do you want?" I said in a rather bitchy tone, I even surprised myself.

I could tell he was surprised that I could be so cold towards him, because his hard expression softened ever so slightly that you had to really look at him to notice it. "I left my jacket over here and Mark…I mean your dad said it was fine if I swung by and picked it up. So here I am doing just that." He leaned against the door frame and looked at me with a raised eyebrow obviously waiting for his jacket.

"What do you want me to pull it out of thin air?" I wasn't sure where that harsh comment came from, but I've noticed that Randy brings out both the best and worst in me.

He laughed, which really threw me for a loop. "No I don't expect you to pull any magician shit, I just want my jacket."

I turned around and walked over to the closet in the hallway. If his jacket was anywhere it would be in here. My mom was really OCD about where things were kept. I pulled the door open and looked around. Then I realized I had no idea what exactly I was looking for. I turned back towards the front door. "So what does this jacket of yours look like?"

He cleared his throat. "Red."

I turned around and rolled my eyes. "Way to be specific Ran." Lucky for him there was but one red jacket in our closet. I pulled it out and slung it over my arm. Once I reached the door Randy looked up, the floor seemed to really be interesting him.

I handed him his jacket which smelled just like him. It was a mixture of Axe and the smell of a man. Yes, I know but its really hard to explain such a smell. It almost made me light headed. He started to walk away and I could see that he didn't feel the need to thank me so I thought id help. "Your welcome." I said.

He turned around and looked at me, a smirk planted firmly of his flawless face. "Oh Yea, Thanks Kid." I knew he did that to spite me, I could tell by that cocky smirk. Oh how Loathed that smirk, it always meant trouble. I walked out the front door, I was on an unstoppable mission. I walked up to Randy and pulled on his arm in an attempt to get him to turn around. I could feel the muscles of his arm ripple under my touch, if I didn't like him before I sure did now. He turned around and stared at me like I had grown multiple heads. He kept looking from me to the grip I had on his arm as if to say 'Get your hands off the merchandise'.

I locked eyes with him for the second time that day. "You could be a little bit more grateful and say thank you." I wasn't sure what he was going to say but he didn't look angry he just looked…amused.

"Oh I am grateful, and I'd be even more grateful if you let go of my arm." He tried to pull his arm from my grasp but I wasn't letting go.

"Randy, would saying thank you really be so hard ?" My eyes were now pleading with him and I know he saw it.

His gaze dropped to the floor and his muscles relaxed. He looked back up at me "Thank you Avery. And I'm sorry, I'm not normally like this. I don't know what's come over me"

I let go of his arm, finally satisfied with what I heard. "I forgive you." I smiled up at him and then turned and walked back up to my house. The last thing I saw was his cocky grin as he climbed into his car and drove away.

Randy really didn't know why he was acting this way. The only time he had ever been mean to someone intentionally was when he….no it couldn't be. The only time he could think of was when he first met Samantha, his first love.