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The Family

Chapter 21

I was woken up a few hours later by my Uncle. He said we had to go to the next city. I groggily got up and hopped on his back so he could give me a piggy back ride down to the car where all our luggage was already waiting. He set me down in the car where everyone was waiting and they went to go check out. I grabbed my bag and got a change of clothes out. While there were gone, I changed into a pair of comfy sweats and a tank top. I grabbed a sweatshirt too, just in case and put the clothes I had been wearing, back into my back before I put it back where I found it. I laid down in the back seat and closed my eyes as I waited for them to come back.

I felt someone lift my head and I opened my eyes. Uncle Shawn had lifted my head so he could sit down and now my head was in his lap. I also noticed my dad was driving and Uncle Kev was in the passenger seat. That meant that Uncle Dave and Uncle Mark were in the other car with Randy and John, who were traveling with us to the next city.

"Go back to sleep princess." Uncle Shawn said, rubbing my hair affectionately. I nodded and slowly dozed off.

I woke up about an hour later and noticed we had stopped at a rest stop. No one else was in the car with me and I was a bit freaked out cause it was late and really dark. I heard a door open and close and barely made out the outline of one of my uncles so I went back to sleep. The only problem was, I couldn't sleep. I was wide awake now so I sat up and noticed there were only two of us in the car. I looked at the driver and immediately became mad.

"Why are you in here?" I asked a bit harshly as I climbed into the passenger seat. Uncle Dave barely glanced in my direction and kept his focus on the road.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About?" I asked, though I already knew. I put my bare feet up on the dashboard and leaned back a little to get comfortable.

"You know about what. I am sorry. I thought you knew I was just teasing. I know you and Orton aren't an item and problem won't be."

I became defensive; sometimes when I wake up I'm cranky and this conversation just made it worse. "Are you saying I can't be with him? Like I'm not good enough?"

He rubbed his face and shook his head. "Ellie, you know that's not what I meant."

"Well what did you mean?"

"I just meant that you two are good friends and probably wouldn't ruin that to have a fling." He explained and I nodded, that was exactly how I felt.

"I forgive you. I'm sorry I made such a big deal out of it." I said with a smile. I could never stay mad at any of my uncles. "Just try to keep the comments to a minimum?" I suggested.

"I can do that." He said and patted his cheek. "Come on, give me a kiss." I laughed and leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek. The rest of the ride was silent as I was too sleepy to make conversation. Dave had the music turned up to keep him awake and then I wondered about the other car. I laughed when I thought of all those big men shoved into one dinky little SUV. That had to have been a fun ride.

"Should we pull over so some of the other guys can come in here and not be squished in the other car?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head. "Nah, let them suffer." I shook my head and laughed.

It was probably another hour before we arrived at the hotel and we made our way into the parking lot. I got out and watched as the other car pulled into a parking spot a few down from mine.

"Fuck! That was the worst hour of my life." John said as he got out of the car before it even came to a complete stop. He was one of the unlucky people who was stuck in the back seat with two other guys. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, who decided it was a good idea for all of us to be in this car and only those two to be in that car?" Uncle Shawn asked as he too exited the back seat. I noticed Randy was sitting next to him, my dad was driving and Uncle Mark was in the passenger seat and I guess that was the wise seating arrangement seeing as how Uncle Mark and my dad were the biggest guys. Uncle Dave came to stand next to me after he got everything out of the trunk.

"Nice ride wasn't it?" He asked playfully.

"It was," My dad said with a smile as he walked around to the trunk. "too bad these guys were too busy complaining about how cramped it was." He said gesturing to Randy, John and Shawn. "I didn't think so, did you Mark?"

"No, it was actually quite spacious." Mark said with a laugh.

"Well, I for one am just glad its over." Randy said walking around, stretching his legs.

"I'm going to agree with you." Uncle Kev said as he climbed out of the trunk which he turned into another seat.

I surveyed them all and just started laughing. John was so pissed off, he kept making snippy comments and Uncle Shawn kept complaining about how bad it was and that he was never going to 'take one for the team' again. And then there was Randy just happy to be out of there though you could tell he was all cramped up. Uncle Kev kept telling John to shut up and that next time, John should sit in trunk and see how he liked it.

"Excuse me, what's so funny?" John asked, stopping his rant.

"You guys." I said in between giggles.

My dad just looked at me and shook his head. "She's delirious." He said having seen me like this before. When I'm really tired, everything's funny. "We need to get her to bed." We all grabbed our luggage and made our way into the hotel. We checked in and slowly made our way into the elevator. Uncle Kev, Uncle Mark and John got off and we all said bye. Then Uncle Shawn and Uncle Dave got off on the next floor. Finally, my dad, Randy and I got off on the next floor and made our way to our respective rooms. Our room was actually only a dozen or so rooms down from Randy's. I was really patting myself on the back for changing into sweats before we left when I dropped my suitcase down and jumped face first on the bed. I fell asleep almost immediately with a muffled goodnight to my dad.

"You know, all I've heard the past couple of days from your dad is how excited he is for your birthday, yet, I don't even know when it is." Randy said to me as he set our coffees at the table I had grabbed for us at in Starbucks the next morning.

"It's actually Saturday." I said with a smile, as I too was starting to get excited.

"Why didn't you tell me? I haven't gotten you anything yet." Randy said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh please, don't be ridiculous, you don't need to get me anything." I said with a shake of my head as I too took a sip of my coffee.

"Bite your tongue! Fine, if you aren't going to tell me what you want or even give me a hint, I'll just have to guess." He said with a smirk.

"Be my guest, we'll see how well you do." I said with a wink and laughed when he winked back.

After a short moment of silence filled with drinking our coffee, Randy spoke. "So how old are you going to be?"

I tensed up for a second, not knowing how he was going to react. "How old do you think I'm going to be?"

"Oh no, I've played this game with women before and it never ends good." He said with a shake of his head.

"Come on, I promise I won't get mad." I promised.

He sighed and then he looked at me, tilting his head in different directions as he tried to figure out how old I am. "Alright, twenty…four?" I shook my head with a coy smile on my face as I leaned back in my chair. "23?" I shook my head again. "I give up, how old are you?"

I rubbed my lips together and then let out a sigh. "I am going to be twenty years old." I said softly, waiting for his reaction.

"Excuse me?" Randy asked blinking his eyes. "Did you just say your only turning twenty?"

"Yes."

"So, let me get this straight," He said narrowing his eyes. "You're only nineteen right now?" I nodded my head and sat up a bit straighter. "How come you never told me?"

"Well, you never asked. I'm sorry, was it that big of a deal?" I asked concerned that he was mad at me for some dumb reason.

"Hell yeah it's a big deal. We go to clubs and I try to buy you alcohol and your just barely 18."

"Ok, first of all, you offer to buy me drinks but if you remember, I never do because I don't drink illegally, I'm not like that." I said narrowing my eyes at him. "And I'm not just barely 18, I'm 19 going on twenty." He just stared at me for a minute before shaking his head and standing up.

"I need to go." He said and bolted from the store. I watched him leave and could barely hold back the tears. After all the fun we've had and the friendship we've built, he was pissed at me because I was a few years younger than he thought I was? I closed my eyes and tried to push back the feeling of hurt I felt inside; some best friend he was. I angrily wiped the tear that was making its trail down my cheek and grabbed my coffee and left. I walked the few blocks back to the hotel and up the elevator to my room. Dad was at a signing right now and all I wanted to do was climb into bed and go back to sleep and wish Randy wasn't such a jackass. It was at that moment that I realized I had more feelings for Randy than I was willing to admit, even to myself.