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Chapter Three: Don't Do It
When me and Phil got back to the hotel, I wasn't expecting Randall to be waiting
for me in the lobby. He had his typical impatient look on his face, but
something made it look more intimidating. "What are you doing with my baby
sister?" he asked. I looked at Phil, but i saw that he just smirked. "I took her
to get her hair done. Where were you?" Phil said.
"None of your concern, Phillip" Randall said. Then it looked like Phil was ready
to fight him, but I stepped in the middle of him and my brother. Why do they
have so much heat? It didn't make sense to me. Then, Randall grabbed my arm and
he dragged me up to my room. Once we were there, he threw me in the room and
slammed the door shut. "What the hell, Randall?!" I shouted.
"I don't want you anywhere near him" he said.
"Why?!"
"I just don't OK?! Mom and Dad asked me to watch over you and that's what I tend
to do!" he shouted.
"I'm not 8 years old! I can hang out with whoever I want!"
"I don't give a rat's ass how old you are! You're right, you're 19 years old,
but you're still my baby sister whether you like it or not!"
"UGH! How can you be sooo fucking stubborn?! Why can't I hang out with Phil?!"
"BECAUSE YOU JUST CAN'T GOD DAMNIT! AND THAT'S THE LAST I WANT TO HEAR OF THIS
ISSUE SKYLAR DEVIN!"
Then, he stormed out of my room and slammed the door shut. I just stood there.
That was the highest he's ever rose his voice at me. Now I knew I screwed up.
But, that STILL didn't explain why he didn't want me hanging out with Phil. I
sighed and then I checked the clock. It was 7:30 at night. Boy, time flew by
with him. I decided to call it a night, so I just threw on my pajamas. They were
Angry Birds pajama bottoms, and a black, tight, tshirt. I threw my hair in a
messy bun, and I just lay down on my bed. Hours passed. I stared at the ceiling
just hoping for my eyes to shut and for me to fall asleep. But obviously that
wasm't going to happen. So I turned on my TV, when all of a sudden.
*Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!*
I heard tapping on my window. I sat up and I saw that pebbles were being thrown
at it. I got up and I went to investigate. When I opened my door, I looked to my
left, and then to my right. I saw Phil standing there, with a handful of
pebbles, just smiling at me. I smiled back and I walked to the reiling of my
hotelroom porch. I leaned against it with my arms on the rail and I said "You
know, you didn't seem like that kind of guy"
He looked at me confused. "What kind of guy?"
"The kind of guy that throws pebbles at a chick's window. Especially since her
hotelroom is right next door to yours."
He chuckled and he said "Well, I thought this was more... uh..."
It looked like he was having a hard time figuring out what word he was thinking
of. "Romantic?" I said. I didn't think he was that kind of guy. He sure didn't
seem like it at the salon. He looked at me and he smiled as he said "That's the
word"
I rose my eyebrows at him in shock. Obviousky he didn't know me at all. "Get
dressed. We're going on a walk on the beach" he said. I don't know why, but I
listened. I've only seen him twice and both times I felt my stomach turning, my
heart racing, and tonight I can't sleep. I didn't even touch my dinner. What's
happened to you? I thought to myself as I started getting into regular clothes.
For some reason, it just felt right doing this with him. When me and him were
kids, I always listened to Randall. But this time I wanted to do this. Then, I
heard a knocking on the door. I thought it was Phil, so I walked over and
answered the door. Standing in my doorway, was John Cena. My brother's best
friend. Oddly enough, he was around me alot when Randall came to pick me up.
Before working for WWE, when I was younger, Randall always brought me with him
to Monday Night Raw backstage. Alot of the wrestlers remembered me, I remembered
alot of them. John's face? Heh, how could I not forget? "Where are you going?"
he asked. His blue eyes trying to intimidate me by trying to stare me down.
"Just out for a run" I said.
"At 3 in the morning?" he asked.
"What? A girl can't get a workout in?" I asked as I attempted to go around him.
He placed his arm infront of me and then he said "Not if the girl is already fit
and toned." Shit. I was caught. I sighed and I said "Ok. I'm going for a walk on
the beach with Phil"
John's expression changed. From intimidating to shocked in -.5 milaseconds. "Do
you know what your brother will do to him if he finds out you're seeing him?"
I groaned. "Ok first, I'm not seeing him. We're just hanging out. And second,
what's his beef with Phil anyway?"
John was abought to say it, but he didn't. "And anyway, I'm not a baby anymore.
I can make decisions on my own"
"Just be careful with this one" John said.
"Promise you won't tell Randall?" I asked. John had to think abought that. Tell
his best friend what his baby sister is doing, or help his best friend's baby
sister by NOT telling him? He looked at me and he said "Be back by 6:30 sharp.
I'll do my best to make sure he doesn't see you come in"
I smiled and i hugged him "Thank you, thank you, thank you John!"
He laughed and he said "Alright alright alright."
I backed off as John said "I'll keep this a secret. But he'll find out
eventually."
"Until then?" I asked.
"Until then, it's our dirty little secret" John said and we pinkie promised on
it. Then, he left for his hotelroom. I locked my door and I took the key with me
and I turned around. There he was, just sitting on the floor waiting for me. "So
the big boyscout is going to keep our secret?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "For alittle while."
Then, he sat up and walked over to me. Then, he looked into my eyes, and he said
"It'll all be worth it"
I smiled and then, we just started walking out of the hallway, out of the lobby,
and onto the beach. We just started walking together and honestly, I've never
felt more comfortable woth anyone in a lifetime of knowing them, than at this
very moment. With him right next to me. It felt amazing. What I didn't see is
him holding a blanket in his arm. "What's with the blanket?" I asked as we
continued to walk. He looked at me, then at the blanket, then back at me again
as he said "I thought you know, maybe we could just lay down on the sand
together"
I blushed. I knew hanging out with him is kind of bad, but it felt sooo right
with him. He laid out the blanket and we both sat down on it. It was at a
perfect view of the ocean, and what's even better is with Phil. What continued
to bother me is why my brother didn't want me hanging out with Phil. As I opened
my mouth to say something, Phil just wrapped his arms around me and whispered
"I'm glad I'm here with you"
My stomach began turning, I felt my cheeks burning up, and I knew that this
could either end well for me, or end badly for me. But i just ignored that
feeling. Then, he pulled me down and we laid on the blanket together. "What," I
yawned. "Time is it?"
He checked his watch "3:30"
I smiled and I said "Perfect"
Then, i didn't realize that I was starting to slowly fall asleep. All I do
remember was hearing these words "Goodnight my little angel", and then I was
asleep.
