Hey everyone, it's getting a little busy around my household, I got a kitten :D, yay and his name is Mortimer, uh, sadly to sad I did not go to Raw, and went through some emotional problems. I'm sorry to about the long gap between updates, I'm trying to finish the first chapter of the Riley story and a zombie story for one of my friends. I hope you all like this chpater.
It was early in the Cena household; no one was awake except for Damon; who was on the phone talking to the police in North Carolina.
"Yeah, I want both bodies here" He told the funeral director, who 'housed' the bodies left from the crash.
"How, how many bodies do you have?" He asked the man, who shuffled around trying to find a clipboard to give some answers to the boy.
"We have 5 bodies. I don't think you'll be able to identify them by description will you?" He asked Damon, the teen bitterly breathed a laugh
"You can try" He told the older man on the phone
"Okay. We have a tall male, tattoos from shoulders to wrist-" He began describing his godfather
"That's Randy Orton, my godfather" Damon told the man, he sighed as the an continued
"Next man seems to be married, a tattoo on his back of a what looks like a Celtic cross, brown hair, blue eyes" It made Damon think for a while but the he started to remember who was on the plane
"Long or short hair?" Damon asked him
"Short" The man answered
"That I believe is Alex Riley, his partner Mike should uh, be there too" He told the man, who gave him a firm 'mm hm'
"That leaves the two men. One with short hair and one with long hair" He said
"John Morrison and my father" He answered, he tried to keep everything together
"John Morrison being the one with long hair?" He asked for confirmation
"Yes Sir" Damon told him, he bit down on his lip; as if that was keeping the pain and hurt from spilling out.
"Okay, my attendant will have a conference call with you tomorrow so we can get these bodies shipped out to where they belong; you should start calling the families" He said to me
"I should get started, thank you for calling" He told the man, and hung up the phone. His grandfathers were upstairs in the extra bedrooms and Miranda wouldn't even sleep in her own bed, so she was in his. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. He walked into the living room and got the telephone book. He started to reminisce when he used to call his dad lame because he had this, never once did he think he'd be actually using it. He took it back into the kitchen to call Mrs. Morrison and her husband. Mike and Riley's parent's died quite a bit ago, but everyone was happy that they approved their relationship on their last dying breaths. He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear waiting for someone to answer the phone.
"Hello?" The small, fragile woman answered.
"Hello Mrs. Morrison, its Damon; John's son" He introduced himself to the woman
"Oh, Damon. Have you any word on the crash?" She asked him, he hated being the messenger
"Yes ma'am. My father died, with Randy and Mike and Alex are also dead" He explained to her, she listened intently waiting for him to say her wonderful only child was still alive.
"What about John?" He knew when she said John, she meant Morrison, her son
"I'm sorry to say, he died too" She gasped, and held it for a while until the first loud sob broke the silence.
"Celine, what's going on?" Damon heard Mr. Morrison ask his wife
"Hello?" His thick, strong voice entered the phone
"Mr. Morrison, its Damon. John's son" Damon introduced himself again
"Hello again, what's happened? Is, is there any survivors?" He asked Damon
"No Sir. The Funeral director is calling me tomorrow to identify them clearly, and soon you can bury him" I told him, he sighed; I could hear the tears coming from his eyes.
"Thank you son, I'm sorry for your loss" He said to the teen
"Same here" Damon replied and the hung up the phone with the Morrison's. He rested his head in his hands. When the phone rang again, he thought it was Mrs. Morrison calling to ask some questions.
"Yeah" His voice was tired, and stressed out
"You haven't called me in three days!" She screamed. Damon sighed; it was his girlfriend Kristy, who at times pissed him off so much that sometimes he just couldn't stand it
"Kristy, not now" He warned her, she was stubborn, thinking that the world just always revolved around her, he never understood why he liked this girl.
"Why not Damon?" She yelled at him
"I said not right fucking now!" He yelled at her and then slammed the phone down. He didn't need to be angrier in his situation. He was tired and hungry so he ordered Chinese takeout, knowing that Miranda loved Chinese food. He slowly lazed around, cleaning up the occasional mess on that floor, fixing the pillows, aligning the coffee table so it was straight. When the doorbell rang, he knew it could only be the delivery guy, he opened the door and handed the guy the money and took the food into the kitchen and plopped down on the couch. His fingers brushed the edge of the cherry oak wood table, he laughed; thinking of the day they went and bought that.
John thought he'd like to have his son's opinion on the furniture he brought for his new house, so he brought him along.
"Dad, how's Randi supposed to help?" Damon teased, sticking his tongue out at his best friend.
"Bleh, bleh, fuck you" She retorted and smiled
"Randi, watch your mouth" Randy told his, stubborn just like him daughter. They had just got back a few days ago and wanted to spend time with their kids
"Sorry" She mumbled and then slapped Damon's leg, giving him the finger
"I can see you Randi, you kids act like such, such" John paused trying to figure out the word for their behavior
"Like you guys" Damon answered for his father who just laughed
"We do not act like that" Randy told his godson, and then reached forward to turn the volume up on the radio. He groaned when he found out what station it was on.
"Oh my fucking god John! Really, it's bad enough you try to make me listen to this shit all week; hell no" Randy said to John, who started to get mad
"What the fuck! Don't touch that nozzle Orton!" John yelled, Damon and Miranda were laughing their assess off in the back seat
"It's my fucking car, so we don't give a fuck about Metallica! Do we Randi?" He looked at her in the rear view mirror
"Right!" She high fived John
"Damon, it looks like we'll have to explain to these idiots that rap sucks!" Randy told his godson, who put up the rock 'n' roll sign in Miranda's face.
"You know what Damon! Screw you!" Miranda yelled at him
"You're mad because you know rap sucks!" He told her as their fathers bickered of the same topic
"Randy, look I'm not changing the station to some fucking Metallica" John yelled at his best friend
"Oh, it's so much better than the shit you listen to!" Randy told him, John put in a CD and pushed play. Randy, looked at him like he lost his mind, and when he figured out what was playing, he gave John the glare.
"Randi, sing with me: You can't see me my time is now!" John sang loudly, as Randi began to join them
"We'll show them" Damon said, going through the music on his phone, he began playing a song by the Foo Fighters. Randy smiled when he realized what the song was.
` "This indecision's got me climbing up the walls I've been cheating gravity and waiting on the falls" Randy and his godson sang to the top of their lungs, which made Randi and John sing louder
"It's the franchise boy I'm shining now, you can't see me my time is now" Randi sang with her godfather
"How did this come over me, I thought I was above it all. Our hopes gone up in smoke, swallow your crown" They were loud, but not as loud as they usually get
"IN CASE YOU FORGOT, OR FELL OFF I'M STILL HOT KNOCK YOUR SHELL OFF" John spit the words, with such fluency; it's no wonder he could rap
"MONEY STACKED FAT PLUS I CAN'T TURN THE SWELL OFF!" Randi rapped along with her godfather
"CHOKE!" Damon yelled through his father and Randi's rapping
"ON A KISS, I THOUGHT I'D SAVE MY BREATH FOR YOU!" Randy sang loudly, and he's definitely got the lungs for it
"CHOKE!" Randy yelled, trying to be heard over his daughter and best friend
"ON A KISS, I THOUGHT I'D SAVE MY BREATH FOR YOU!" Damon sang the verse, loudest he could, filling the car with his voice.
"IT'S AUTOMATIC, I WIN THIS! OH YOU HEAR THOSE HORNS? YA FINISHED!" Randi swiped her hand in front of her neck, Damon laughed as if to say 'whatever'.
"A SOILDER AND I STAY UNDER YOU FIGHTING!" John nearly screamed which he got looks at from the passing drivers
"GIVE ME SOME ROPE I'M COMING LOOSE, I'M HANGING ON YOU! GIVE ME SOME ROPE I'M COMING LOOSE, I'M PULLING FOR YOU NOW!" Randy sang with his godson, they haven't really been around with all the traveling and then school and all. And then, the his father was closer to the children, so in the end, it all worked out perfectly.
"PLUS I KEEP IT ON LOCK LIKE I'M PART OF THE JAIL! I'M SLAUGHTERING STALE, COMPETITION, I GOT THE WHOLE BLOCK WISHING THEY COULD RUN WITH MY DIVISION" Randi was always excited to sing with her Uncle John. Especially against her dad and Damon.
"THESE PREMONTIONS GOT ME CRYING UP A STORM! LEAVE YOUR CONDITION, THIS POSITION DOES NO HARM!" Damon did an air guitar as Randy banged his head in the air
"I GOT MY SOUL STRAIGHT, BRUSH YA MOUTH LIKE COLGATE! IN ANY WEATHER I'M NEVER BETTER YA BOY'S SO HOT YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME IN THE NEXT MAN'S SWEATER" Randi, especially with her rap music got so excited when she spit words along with the track itself
"GIVE ME SOME ROPE I'M COMING LOOSE, IM HANING ON YOU! GIVE ME SOME ROPE I'M COMING LOOSE, I'M PULLING ON YOUR NOW! GIVE ME SOME ROPE I'M COMING LOOSE, I'M COMING OUT OF MY HEAD, INTO THE CLEAR; WHEN YOU GO, I COME LOOSE" Damon and Randy's throat began singing, and Randi and John was glad that the Foo Fighter's song was off and their song was still on
"IF THEY HATE, LET 'EM HATE, I'LL DROP YOUR WHOLE CLAN; LAY YO ASS DOWN FOR THE THREE SECOND TAN!" As always when Randi and John finish a rap song, they do what they call 'Can't see me dance' and every time, Randy and Damon end up laughing their assess off. By the time they finished their dance, all four of them were doubled over in laughter.
"Next time…YouTube" Randi said through her laughter. It took them all a good 5 minutes to wind down and actually stop the laughter. Once they disembarked from the car, John and Randy walked with their offspring looking through the furniture store, when Randi and Damon felt like they were becoming short of breath due to their father and their many, many jokes, they switched, so that Randi was with John and Damon was with Randy.
"Nice table" Damon said, running his fingers over the dark red cherry oak wood coffee table.
"Sure is" Randy then laid down on the floor, and wiggled himself under the table; pulling his pocketknife from his pocket.
"Yo, Randy what are you doing?" Damon asked the older man, who smiled when he heard that
"Come look" Damon did the same as Randy, and saw what his Godfather had done; carved his name into the table.
"So, whenever I die or become too sexy for today's population; you'll remember I carved my name into the table" Randy told his godson, who just smiled
"Yeah okay, I'll go get dad" Damon told him, who popped up along with him. He walked through many, very ugly pieces of furniture before finding Randi, who was talking to some boy she just met.
"Randi, let's go" He said, she smiled towards the boy and then turned to Damon
"Wait a sec, would you?" Damon didn't like guys looking at Randi, because he knew in the end, they wouldn't deserve her. Damon looked at the guy, and winked; preferably something he picked up from his godfather. He walked on the side on Randi, and leaned down and kissed her lips, she was…stunned. He was surprised that she didn't slap him, or curse him, more even, that she didn't pull away. When he did, they both were out of breath and the guy who was there looked pissed; Randy was walking to see what the hell took so long when he saw his godson breaking away from his daughter. He wasn't going to say anything because, if he had it his way they'd be married. He doesn't like any of the guys she date, but he's not going to tell his little girl that she can't see anyone. Ever since they were kids, and when Randi had her little Disney princess stage, (he blames the surrogate) she made him sit through hours and hours of all the same movies, they were becoming so routine, that he'd know line from line all to make Miranda happy, he knew that they would end up together. When Damon used to dance with her, having no sense in direction, or give her flowers that he'd pick from somewhere; or when he would always hold her hand through the 'scary times', like when the boogeyman would scare her, and be there to kill all the 'scary bastards' as Miranda called spiders as a child.
"John found the table. Don't even think about it" He said to the guy standing there, Randi got up and walked along with her dad, and Damon trailing behind them.
When Damon snapped out of his thoughts, his face was drowned in tears. He looked at the table, then got down on the floor and slid underneath the table and ran his fingers over his dead godfather's signature. It was his initials: RKO, only his godfather could make the initials so special.
"Damon?" He didn't want to get up, but he was certain that it was his grandpa.
"Yeah, just looking at Randy's name he carved into the table" Damon told his grandfather, who, with a little time, got down and underneath the table.
"Look at that! Randy sure knows how to leave his mark" John Sr. said to his grandson. Hell, he was missing his son too, and Randy, was just like another son to him, always welcome in the Cena clan.
"Sure does Grandpa, sure does" Damon told his grandfather, totally dismissing the fact that this house was just full of reminders, including their bedrooms.