Chapter 4

"AhHhHhHh!"

"Whoa! What? Hello?" Randy pulled the phone away from his ear and placed a hand on his chest checking to see if his heart was still beating.

"!"

"Calm down! Calm….down. What are you talking about Rebecca?" Randy asked now aware that it was his sister on the other line.

"You. Illiana. Together." Rebecca broke down.

Randy scratched his head unsure just how his little sister knew about Illiana and at the same time just what she knew. "…..I'm not following."

"God Randy you are so stupid! Did you think you could date one of the hottest chicks in Hollywood and it not come out? It's everywhere! Online, magazines even TMZ had a story about the two of you. You were seen leaving the skybar together and then at the airport. You were eating her food!" Rebecca was so excited.

"Becky, we're just….friends. I'm not dating her or anyone for that matter." Randy stood going to the bathroom and turning on the water while checking himself out in the mirror. He needed to shave.

"There are pictures ev-er-y-where." Rebecca made sure he understood.

"I get that but she is friends with Melina, I'm friends with Melina. We were pictured together and….that's it." Randy explained. "Look I need to get in the shower okay?"

"This isn't ov-."

"See you in a few days, love you Becky!" Randy cut off and hung up the phone. Taking a shower and shaving, Randy checked his bag and headed out to catch his flight.

After checking in and heading to his terminal Randy stopped at a little stand to grab a bottle of water and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Becky wasn't lying. There he, WWE wrestler Randy Orton was on not one or two or three but six or seven or eight magazine covers from STAR to the National Enquirer, even magazines he had never heard of before, he was on the cover of. Scooping up every magazine he could Randy, walked to the counter to pay.

"Ooh lucky lucky." The cashier smiled "Is she as good as they say?"

"Excuse me?" Randy raised an eyebrow, his deep voice intimidating the man behind the counter; he looked old enough to be Illiana's father.

"N-nnothing. Have a good day sir."

Throwing a glare over his shoulder Randy took his magazines and water and went to his seat reading over the titles.

22yr old starlet and massive mystery man

Illiana Delacorte done with actors? Following in the steps of Kim Kardashian and moving onto athletes.

Stepping out on Justin Timberlake for a bigger, badder and better man?

The titles alone were so hilarious that Randy could barely contain himself. He didn't know much about Illiana but he never heard of her being with Justin Timberlake, but to be honest besides Adam he didn't know anyone she had been with. Some people didn't even know who he was while others had reports of him and Illiana marrying. Is this what she went through on a daily basis? Shoving the magazines into his carry on Randy boarded his plane.

"Ryan, please stop yelling at me." Illiana sat curled up on the couch with her legs underneath her. Covering her ears with her hands she groaned shrinking into a ball.

"You said this was nothing!" Ryan yelled throwing down a magazine with her and Randy on the cover.

"It is nothing." Illiana avoided eye contact.

"Define nothing for me Illy because I don't think we're quite seeing eye to eye here on what nothing really is. Nothing to me is you see him at a show, you say hi and you walk away. What is nothing to you?"

"You know these trash mags make up stories. Why are you flipping out on me?" Illiana stood walking into her room to finish packing.

"Yeah they do make up stories but they have to get a picture to use so you can't deny you were with him. I don't understand Illy, I don't get it. You work your ass off to prove you're an A-list actress. You've taken every class out there to further your talent and then you let people just think you sleep around like you're trash. I'm your big brother and I want to protect you, it's my job to protect you. I hate seeing lies about you sleeping with this co-star and god knows what else and you just….encourage it."

"Ryan, I love you. You're my anchor and if you didn't move to New York with me I don't know what I'd do but our relationship isn't the average brother and sister thing. I've never had a regular boyfriend, no guy has ever come to my house and been interrogated by mom and dad and you because I was always busy working. I know it is going to kill you to hear me say this but I'm 22yrs old and I'm not an angel…..or a virgin." Illiana laughed when Ryan covered his ears. "Stop that." Taking his hands in hers she looked into her brother's hazel eyes. "I will tell you I don't sleep around carelessly, I don't sleep with every guy I am put on the cover of a magazine with. The reason I don't care what these magazines print is because people don't care. Denying will do nothing but fuel the fire, nobody cares about Lindsay Lohan trying to stay sober…..they care and are hoping that she goes to jail. Nobody cares about love or happiness. As much as they cheer us on and glamourize our lives, they just want to see us fall and fail miserably. We're not people in the tabloids eyes we're the product they're trying to sell. So sticks and stones Ryan. I'm a grown woman I can handle it."

Grabbing her suitcase Illy pulled it onto the floor with a loud thud. Sitting down on top of it she looked to her brother. With a sigh Ryan bent over zipping the luggage. "…..Did you sleep with him?" Ryan asked causing Illiana to look away.

"Ryan." Illiana stood up. "I'm not about to say yes and have you look down on me too. When I find someone I seriously want to be with you will be the first to know." Standing on her tippy toes she kissed her brother's cheek. "Are you taking me to the airport or not?"

"Let's go." Ryan grabbed his keys. "Call Olivia and tell her we're on the way."

Illiana had been cast in a movie opposite Jason Momoa, so for the next 3 months Olivia and Illiana were calling another country home. Ryan promised to visit when he could but seeing as he held down a regular 9-5 he wasn't sure when that would be. Not many people understood why Ryan worked when his baby sister was worth so much but he refused to take money that she worked so hard for, but that didn't mean the lexus he was driving didn't make for a nice birthday gift. "I love you, call me when you land no matter the time difference." Ryan hugged Illiana and then Olivia.

"You look stressed. You nervous about the movie? Olivia asked sitting down in first class beside her friend.

"No, Ryan was on my case this morning. He saw the magazines with me and Randy and pretty much lost it. I swear he secretly thinks I am a whore but won't say it because I am his little sister."

"He does not think that about you! He just wants you to always be his little sister and little sisters don't sleep with wrestlers….they don't sleep with anyone."

"So I remain a virgin until the day I die?" Illy asked

"Now you understand." Olivia joked happy to see Illiana laughing. "But on a serious note…what is going on with you and Randy?"

"Same thing I told Ryan….nothing."

"Illy…I was there that morning at the airport. Don't lie to me or yourself. You gave him your number."

"And he hasn't called." Illiana turned to her friend. "Don't make a bigger deal out of this than it is." Olivia left it alone and both girls put in ear plugs and got settled to sleep, after all it was a 15 hour flight.

In other big brother news Randy was having problems of his own. On a rare occasion when Randy was home, his family was not, well that is everyone but his sister. His brother Nathan had an away game and Bob and Elaine went to support him. Seeing as how the magazines were everywhere and although he hadn't seen it some of the divas mentioned there even being a story on TMZ about him, there was no way his mother didn't know. Randy loved his mother unconditionally but at times wished she would back off when it came to relationships. Either way he knew it came from a place of love. Speaking of love Randy decided to stop by his parent's home to check on Becky, she wasn't exactly a fan of football and opted to stay home. Figuring she would be happy to see her big brother….he was wrong.

"UGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Becky screamed at her older brother. "You're home for two days a week! Two! What gives you the right?"

"Becky please...I'm sorry." Randy was near pleading with his sister. It wasn't his fault she picked the biggest douche in high school to go out with. And it wasn't his fault the said douche was stupid enough to beep the horn rather than get out and walk to the door like a gentleman.

"You are sorry! Because you aren't in a relationship I can't be either?" Becky turned around at the top of the stairs. "I am almost 17 and have never been on a single date! Being an Orton is a curse! Nobody wants to date me when I have one brother that is captain of the football team and, the other is a WWE wrestler. Oh let's not forget to mention daddy, grandpa and Uncle Barry were all wrestlers. Guys are scared to come near me and it's not fair!" Tears were now running down the young girl's face.

"Rebecca." Randy took the stairs two at a time in attempts to get to his sister before she got to her room. Instead his fingers nearly got taken off when the door slammed in his face and just missed his hand. "Rebecca." Randy called knocking. "I'm sorry...you deserve better though."

"Someone like you Randy? You're a hypocrite! You have sex with ring rats and leave them after you get off! You're even doing an actress but STILL can't settle down. Does she know you ho around?"

"HEY!" Randy's voice boomed. "Don't talk like that." Randy could barely think of a comeback. How did she know about ring rats? Or the fact that he slept with them and to his defense it wasn't an everyday thing. "Open this door Rebecca!"

"You can't tell me what to do. Go home don't you have a flight in the morning?" Getting frustrated Randy reached above the door looking for the extra key. "It's not there." With a grunt and surge of power Randy opened the door not without cracking the door frame slightly. "OH MY GOD! I AM TELLING MOM!"

"Becky, please just listen to me." Randy sat down on the bed and pulled his sister in his arms. "I love you Becky and want to protect you...maybe I'm not the best guy to talk about relationships but I can tell you what not to go for. Seth-"

"Scott." Becky corrected her date's name.

"Scott wasn't good enough for you. Never ever walk out to a guy's car. If he doesn't get out and ring the doorbell and escort you to the car holding doors open and all...he's not good enough. The fact that you are going out while mom and dad are away with Nathan at a game...doesn't give off the best impression. I know guys...I am one Shawn was-"

"Scott" Becky corrected again.

"I bet you $100 Scott was going to come back here and try and have sex with you."

"And?" Becky looked into the blue orbs of her big brother. "Who said I didn't want that?"

Randy's head began to spin and his throat became dry. "But...you ju-just said you've never been on a date."

"How long have you been out of school Randy? Are you and Illiana dating? What about you and Barbie? You don't have to be dating to have se-"

"Don't say that word!" Randy clutched his forehead. "Uh...I brought something for you." In hopes of changing the subject Randy dug around into his pocket and pulled out a crumbled piece of thin cardboard with coffee stains.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Is this really her autograph?"

"Yes why would I lie to you?"

"She knows about me?" Becky looked at the crumpled up paper. "And why is it all stained and messed up? Is this really her autograph?"

"You've seen the pictures for yourself and you still don't believe me." Randy laughed pulling out his phone. Searching through the many numbers he came across the one he was looking for. Pressing talk Illy picked up.

"Do you know what time it is?" Illiana answered the phone with eyes nearly burning from sleep deprivation.

"Uh? 9pm….10 if you're at home?" Randy asked looking over at his eager sister.

"3….it's 3 in the morning Randy. What do you want?"

"3 in the morning? Where are you?"

"I'm in Bulgaria filming. Look if this is about the magazine covers I'm sorry but it'll die down in a few days or so. I'm out of the country for a few months so they won't have anything else to write about you."

"No it wasn't about the magazines…..I was wondering if you could talk to my sister?"

"Huh?" Sitting up Illiana tried waking herself up. "What? Talk to your sister?"

"Yeah, hold on here she is." Randy gave the phone to his sister before giving Illiana the chance to respond.

"OMG!" Becky screamed standing up holding the phone to her ear. "So...did you really give my brother your autograph for me?" Becky walked out the room and Randy gave a sigh of relief...hopefully with the distraction the subject of Spencer, first dates and ring rats was done with.

A few minutes later Becky came back and tossed the phone to Randy. "Better now?"

"...Do you think I could meet her?" Becky asked plopping on the bed beside her big brother.

"I don't know her like that Rebecca." Randy put the phone in his pocket.

"Oh please you have her number in your phone and pictures don't lie." Becky held up a magazine causing Randy to roll his eyes.

"Why do you have that?"

"I don't." Becky smiled. "Mom was reading it." The smile turning to laughter. "When do you think you'll see her again?"

"I don't know...I-I'll call her back and ask when she will be at another show." Randy took out his phone.

"That is okay she was nearly falling asleep when I was talking to her."

"Okay...I can't promise you anything but I'll do what I can so the two of you can meet when she gets back in the country." Kissing her forehead Randy stood, placing the phone back in his pocket. "Are you going to sleep now?"

"Seriously? It's 9pm...I was supposed to be on my date." There was a bitter tone in Becky's voice but she sat up and looked to her brother.

"Well how about I take you out instead?"

"….I guess you can, it's the least you can do." Becky took his sister to a movie and ice cream afterwards where they sat down to talk. "Thank you for the autograph."

"You're welcome." Randy ruffled Becky's hair. "I'm sorry about scaring off your date…but I know guys like him. If he doesn't respect you, he doesn't deserve you."

Setting down her ice cream cup Becky turned to look at her handsome brother that she knew was the center of millions of women's dreams at night. "Just because I've never had a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm stupid, I wasn't going to sleep with him Randy. Whether or not he respects me, I respect me but since we are talking about respect, I've heard the stories; I know what happens on the road. I've been to the shows and seen some of the women….if you can even call them that trying to get your attention. So if my suspicions are right and they probably are I think you and some of those women hook up and I'm not judging you but…..you talk about respecting women. Well it wouldn't hurt if my brother did the same."

This was so far beyond him Randy didn't really have a response. "Women have to respect themselves too."

"So if women don't respect themselves that automatically means they don't want to be respected? It might mean they don't have enough self-esteem to respect themselves. It doesn't make it okay to break their hearts."

"Whoa...whoa okay...where...how did we get on this subject?" Randy was confused. "I thought we were talking about you."

Becky smiled. "Look you're my big brother and want what's best for me and I want the same for you. All in all don't lead a girl on…..because it hurts okay? No matter if she is a WWE diva or an actress." The siblings got up walking back to the car.

Randy sighed and kissed his sister's cheek as he held the door open for her to get in. "I hope you don't think I am that bad of a guy Becky and although you proved you are wise beyond your years tonight…..some things you are too young to understand." The drive back home was silent until he pulled into the driveway. "Be safe, don't let anyone in the house and call me if you need anything okay?"

"Okay."

"And tell mom I'll pay for the door." Becky laughed. "Love you kiddo."

"Love you too." Becky kissed her brother's cheek before running into the house.

Driving to his house Randy looked down to see his phone vibrating on the passenger's seat. Picking it up he took his eyes off the road for a second to read the text.

Hey, hope everything is good with your sister

Not sure I helped at all, was super tired

Sorry, ttys

Xoxo -Illy