"Randy, I don't have time to talk right now. I'm really busy trying to get the show ready," I told my brother who insisted on following me around the arena since I arrived.

"AJ, I just want to know what you're planning on doing when you get time off," Randy asked me, "You cannot go back to his apartment."

"No matter how many times you ask me tonight, I'm not going to talk about it. Now please leave me alone. I need to forget all of this for a few hours and you need to get prepared for your match," I said.

"Ashtyn, this is important," Randy whined.

"Randall, I swear, if you don't stop bugging me about this then I'm going to have Phil break your knee for real, no kayfabe. I'll talk about it later, not right now."

It had been two weeks since my visit to the ER and I had another two weeks before I was going to have any time off. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I was figuring it out. Kind of.

"Ashtyn, I want to talk about it now. If we don't talk about it now when I'm bugging you about it then we wont talk about it at all. I need to know what you're going to do when we go back to St. Louis," Randy repeated.

Finally, I pulled out the big guns, I decided to call Sam. I grabbed my phone and searched through my contacts, laughing as I found it. She'd put her name as Call In Case Randall Is Being A Jack Ass. I pressed her number on my touch screen and listened for her to pick up.

"Who are you calling? You have time to make phone calls but you don't have time to answer my simple question?" Randy demanded.

"Hey, can you kindly tell Randall that he can shove his brotherly responsibilities up his ass for the night? I'm trying to get stuff ready for his show and he wont leave me alone. If he doesn't stop bothering me I'm going to kill him and that would leave my beautiful niece fatherless. So please do something about it. Thanks, I love you. Bye," I said as soon as she answered the phone, I heard her laughing as I hung up and as soon as I hung up Randy's phone started ringing.

"Hello? Oh hey hun," Randy said as he answered it. I took the opportunity to sneak away and do my job without him interrupting. I knew that as soon as Sam told him to leave me alone he would. I swear, that man would do anything for her. Not that I minded, she is spectacular and the only person who could get my brother to chill out. She civilized him to say the least.

Once again I was running around the arena backstage, making sure everything ran smoothly when I literally ran into someone. It felt like I ran into a wall, the force was so strong that it knocked me flat on my back, knocking the wind out of me. I was about to apologize until I looked up and saw who was standing in front of me.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the little Orton girl," my co-worker said, "You are the very person I was looking for."

I scoffed and pushed myself up off the floor ignoring the hand he was extending to help me up. I knew better than to let him help me, he probably would have pulled me up just to drop me on my ass again.

"What do you want, Cena? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your match?" I snipped.

"Now, now. No need to be rude with the WWE's favorite Superstar. And besides, I already did my match and CeNation loved it," John Cena replied.

"Jonathan Felix Anthony Cena. If you do not get to the point of what you need me for I am going to walk away and continue to ignore you," I told him.

"Jeesh, I guess we're pulling out the full names. In that case, Ashtyn Joy Orton, your brother sent me to figure out what you were doing when we have a break in two weeks," John said.

"Are you freaking kidding me? First of all, never call me that again. Second of all, what in the hell makes him think I would even tell you what I was doing," I said walking away.

"Here's the thing," John said, apparently thinking it was a good idea to follow me, "It's just that, Fabo is having this cookout for when I come home and Randy was thinking about going. When I told Fabo your brother was attending he asked if you were coming too. For some reason unknown to all of mankind, my father absolutely adores you. I'm sure that Liz wouldn't mind seeing you as well."

"Fabo? I'll do anything to see him! I haven't seen him in almost a year or something like that. I'm totally in," I told him, "Wait, that doesn't mean that I have to stay at your house that is a total waste of space does it? I'd much rather stay with Fabo and Mama Cena."

"Frankly AJ, I don't care where you stay. I just gotta tell Fabo the guest list so he can plan for food," John replied.

"Alright, so now will you leave me the hell alone? I'm trying to get this show ready so that your stupid ass doesn't look even more stupid out there," I said, starting to raise my voice.

"Yeah, fine," he said and I walked away.

It was no secret around the locker room and WWE Headquarters that John Cena and I didn't get along. I don't care how good of friends he is with my brother, I don't like the kid. Not that I really have a reason, I just don't like him. His parents on the other had, are two of my favorite people. I met them back when Randy and John were in OVW together. I was probably 10 or 12 then. I stayed with them a lot for spring breaks when I didn't want to go on the road with my dad or when my parents grounded me form going the road. I hadn't seen Fabo in almost a year, I think I had just started dating Kyle. The fact that I was going to spend time with the Cena's in two weeks made me totally forget how much I couldn't stand John.

For the rest of the night I walked around with a huge smile on my face. The show, of course, ran smoothly and I went to grab my purse and things from Randy's locker room. Tonight we would have to drive about 5 hours to the next city for a house show. Which meant I would be driving while Randy, John, and Mike slept. I knocked on the door before I walked in and saw John and Mike sitting on the bench.

"Jesus, this ride is going to suck," I said as I sat down next to Mike.

"We're waiting for your brother to stop primping in the shower so that we can leave. Do you think you can hurry him up?" Mike asked me with a smile. I returned it and walked into the shower room. As usual, Randy was standing under the water with his eyes closed. I walked quietly and reached in front of him turning the water all the way cold.

"What the fuck! AJ!" he yelled opening his eyes as I tried to run out of the shower room. I wasn't fast enough and he grabbed me around my waist, picking me up and setting me down under the water, holding me in place. It was times like these that I was happy my brother showered with his wrestling trunks on.

"How do you like it huh?" he asked laughing. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"R- r- randy. Stop. It's freezing," I told him shivering.

"How do you think I feel? I was taking an extremely hot shower and you turned it cold," he told me still laughing.

"Did not. You used all of the hot water, ya selfish jerk off," I said.

"Oh really?" he asked. He started tickling me, making me scream more. I squirmed out of his grip and feel to the floor where he tickled me even more.

"Help!" I screamed, "Miz, help me!"

"Oh, no ya don't," my brother said.

He continued to tickle me until Mike and John walked into the shower room and cleared their throats. If they didn't know any better it would have looked like a couple thing not a brother and sister thing. Randy stood up straight and reached his hand out to help me up. When I took it he lifted me up off the floor and pushed me back underneath the water, laughing.

I was completely soaked and I hadn't brought anything to change into. All of my bags were already in the rental car and there was no way I was going to walk outside in the freezing cold to get dry clothes.

"Miz, I don't have any dry clothes in here," I whined.

"I didn't put my bag in the car yet, AJ. You can borrow something of mine," John told me.

I looked at him in complete shock.

"You're kidding right?" I asked him, "This is the first time you have ever been nice to me."

"Don't complain AJ, just accept it before he takes it back," my brother warned me.

"Okay, yeah. That would be nice. Do you have a really warm sweatshirt?" I asked him.

He opened his bag and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt and handed them to me. I thanked him before walking to the bathroom and putting them on. Thankfully the shorts had a drawstring because otherwise they would have fallen off of my body. When I walked out, there was another guy who had joined them. The four of them turned their attention to me and laughed.

"What is so damn funny?" I demanded.

"You look so tiny in John's clothes," Mike finally spit out between laughs.

"Oh that is so funny. Well excuse me for being 118 pounds compared to his 240 and for being 8 inches shorter than him," I told them. I looked in the mirror and had to hide my own smirk. The shorts that should have ended just below my knees were hanging mid-calf and I looked like I was drowning in the sweatshirt.

"Why, may I ask, are you wearing John's clothes?" asked the new guy. I hadn't gotten a good look at him so I hadn't recognized him until he spoke.

"Wendy!" I yelled, flinging myself into his hug, "What are you doing here? Are you being put back on Raw?"

"Hey, none of that 'Wendy' business," he said laughing, "You answer my question first. Why are you in John's clothes?"

"My jerk of a brother decided it would be a good idea to hold me under a freezing cold shower and then tickle me senseless before shoving me under the cold water again," I scoffed.

"How about you tell him the whole story? I'm so not the bad guy here," Randy countered.

"I may or may not have turned Randall's extremely hot shower to extremely freezing," I said quickly, "But in my defense, I was trying to get his slow ass to hurry up. I don't want to be driving all night long while the rest of these misfits sleep. And then, I yelled for Miz to help and he didn't."

"You yelled for me? I didn't hear anything," Mike said feigning innocence, "John did you hear her yelling for me?"

"I don't think so. I just heard a lot of high pitched screams that sounded like some one was getting beat up in between some weird laughing," John said.

I felt my face go immediately pale and I saw it in Randy and Mike's face too. They were thinking the same thing I was. We stood there in an awkward silence for at least a minute.

"Well, looks like we should probably get going," Randy said, recovering from his mental brain freeze, "Heath is going to be riding with us because the rest of The Corre left earlier today but he had some signing stuff to do."

I watched as John and Heath walked towards the door. I was still frozen, I tried to tell my legs to move but they wouldn't listen. I looked up to see Mike walking towards me with his arms open for a hug. He pulled me in and whispered in my ear.

"I'll give you a piggy back ride okay? That way you can get your senses back before they notice something is wrong," he said. I nodded trying to regain my composure. Randy picked up Mike's bag and his own before holding the door open to us.

"I'm sorry AJ," he said quietly and I shook my head at him.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Rand. You didn't do anything wrong," I replied.

I was carried to the rental, thankful for requesting a Suburban just incase we had a situation where someone would need a ride. Mike put me down on my feet next to the open drivers door and he kissed my forehead before crawling in the back seat. I hoped in and leaned back against the headrest before starting the engine. I looked over to see Heath sitting in the front seat and smiled.

"This is going to be a long drive," he told me, "Let me know if you want to trade places."

"I like road trips. They give me a chance to finally think about something other than putting on shows."