The song that is AJ's ring tone is 'I'll Be There' by Josh Turner.

Chapter 10

If you need a frown turned to a grin
Or you need a hand just to hold your hand
Need a daddy or you just need a friend
I'll be there

I quickly cleared my throat before answering my phone, "Hi Daddy."

"Hi Princess. How are you?" my dad, 'Cowboy' Bob Orton asked.

"I'm doing pretty well. How are you?" I asked in response.

"I'd be doing better if I could see my youngest daughter more often than every, saw 6 months," he told me, sounding quite angry, "Where are you? Is this a bad time to be discussing when you're coming home?"

And he had every right to be angry with me. I hadn't been home since a month before I told the Cena boys about Kyle. And it's been 5 months since then. Which means that I haven't stepped foot in Missouri in 6 months. I missed my family, a lot. But I didn't want to go back.

"Well, Daddy. I'm kinda with a friend right now," I answered, looking down at said friend, who I happened to be straddling in the driver seat of his open-topped jeep. He smirked at me and I shook my head. If my dad found out who I was kind of seeing, heck if my brother found out who I was kind of seeing they'd flip out.

"What friend?"

"Just Adam. I've been staying with him, in North Carolina, when I've had time off. Which, to be honest, hasn't been very much, what with Vince putting me in this whole 'Be A Star' campaign. But he found it in his heart to give me Wednesday morning to Saturday morning off. Then Sunday Addy and I are flying to LA for SummerSlam," I told him.

"What about Heath, Paul, and Stu? Don't you have some assisting to do?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes as Adam laughed at the question. My dad hated that I was now a personal assistant to professional wrestlers, or sports entertainers, because he thought they were too demanding. Honestly, I think having to be the sister to Randal Keith Orton was too demanding, but there was nothing I could do about that. Damn genetics.

"I already sent them all of their information, Daddy. They know where they're going to be staying. They know where all of their signings are being held. They know where all of their interviews are at. I even made them each maps," I assured him.

"Alright, alright. I know that you are severely thorough with your jobs. I just wanted to make sure you and Adam weren't galavanting around Asheville while the others were fending for themselves in LA. How is Adam doing? Retirement treating him well?" he asked.

"As well as it can for a man who is ridiculously restless," I answered causing Adam to scoff.

"I am not restless. I just don't like to waste my time sitting around the house doing nothing. I like to get out and see the world," he commented.

"Where are you guys," my dad asked again, "You sound awfully close together."

"Oh, um. We went for a ride. It's a really nice day out and we decided that we needed some time to relax," I said, probably a bit too quickly as I climbed off of Adam's lap to which he groaned in response.

"Ashtyn, is there something going on between you and Adam?" my ever so intuitive father asked.

"Hey, look at the time. It's getting pretty late. I think we're gonna head back to the house so I'm going to have to let you go Dad. It gets pretty loud in the Jeep," I ignored his question, making it even more obvious.

"He's older than you, isn't he?" Dad asked.

I sighed, "Yes, Daddy."

"Is he good to you? Does he treat you right?"

Sigh, "Yes, Daddy."

"Is he anything like Kyle?"

"No, Daddy."

"Has he pressured you?"

"No, Daddy."

"Does Randy know?"

"Don't you even think about opening your big mouth to him Daddy," I said quickly, "He'll find out soon enough. Maybe."

"Just don't keep him out of the loop too long, Princess. Adam Copeland is his friend and he doesn't do well when his friends lie to him," he warned me.

"I know Daddy."

"Alright. Well, I'll let you two get back to whatever it was that you were doing. You tell him that if he hurts you, I'll have to hurt him. Understand?" he asked.

I laughed, "Ad, Daddy says that if you hurt me he'll have to hurt you."

"Well, I've always wanted to be in a match with 'Cowboy' Boy Orton," Adam joked.

"Suckin' up to me wont help you any boy," my dad warned again.

"Alright Daddy. I'll talk to you tomorrow. We actually do have to go home and get packed to head to LA tomorrow. I miss you. Give Mom love from me?"

"Of course Princess. And keep in mind what I said about Randy," he reminded.

"Will do Daddy. Bye."

I looked across the Jeep at a shirtless Adam Copeland and smiled as he turned over the engine. I put my seatbelt on just as we started moving again, the wind whipping my hair around my bare shoulders. I'd opted for a bikini top with a pair of shorts, as usual, for this ride. When we got back to Adam's house, the only thing that was on my mind was telling Randy. I knew that the longer we kept it from him, the angrier he would be. Now if only I could convince Adam of that.

"Where's your head at, little bit?" Adam asked.

"I think we should tell Randal," I blurted out.

"AJ," he said reluctantly.

"I know, I know. He's going to be upset and he's going to yell and scream and throw all kinds of nasty fits. But, if we keep it from him any longer he'll only be more mad," I reasoned.

"He's going to kill me," he said.

"Okay. Let's think of all of the things that could go wrong, Mr. Cynic," I said sarcastically.

"I'm being serious AJ."

"And so am I. He's already going to be upset, why wait even longer to make him more upset?" I asked.

He looked at me, "Fine. We'll tell him. But wait until after his match with Jay on Sunday. He needs to be focused and if he's too busy being pissed off at me he wont be focused."

I nodded. I would agree with him just as long as we told Randy.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," I squealed, kissing him all over his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get packed. I have a feeling it's going to be a long weekend." He smirked.