I'd like to thank all who've reviewed, especially Lesnarschick, who I stole the nothin but a number thing off of.

We were in the SUV dad had rented and started the long drive to Pittsburgh. I sat in the backseat, I fell asleep not long after with my head on John's shoulder.

We were in Pittsburgh and Randy opened my door and picked me up while dad woke up John. We checked in and both boys forked over the cash to dad.

I was awake, well, partially, and saw them. Our room had three beds, now all we had to do was decide who got which bed. Dad of course got his own, and we decided to let Randy have the other, so John and I were stuck together. I can't explain it, but I was starting to develop weird feelings for Randy, that's why I didn't want to share a bed with him.

I talked to John about my feelings later that night.

"I think I'm falling in love with him Randy." I told him. "Aw Jo, he's too old for you." John told me. "Age aint nothin but a number" (Stole that off Lesnarschick, forgive me.)

"I know, and I know he loves you too." John said softly hoping I wouldn't hear him. "He does?" I asked carefully.

"Yeah Jo, he does, more than you'll ever know." He said. "I need to talk to daddy." I told him.

"Daddy, can I talk to you?" I asked. "Of course honey, what's wrong?" He asked. "I want you to promise me you won't get mad." I told him. "Uh oh." He said.

"I'm in love with Randy." I told him. "Is that all?" He asked. "Huh?" I said confused. "Honey, it's plain as day that you two love each other." He said. "Don't you mind that he's six years older?" I asked. "Normally it would, but Randy's a great guy, and I know he'd never hurt you." He told me.

The next day:

"Randy, I have to talk to you." I told him. "I love you, not like a brother." I said heaving a sigh of relief that I'd managed to say it.

"I love you too Joey, not like a sister." He said. "But your dad would kill me." He added. "Nope, we talked last night, he said he doesn't mind, because you're a great guy and he knows you'd never hurt me." I told him. Then, he kissed me.

I felt sparks I'd never felt in my entire life, and no, it wasn't my first kiss. We stood there for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, and kissed.

"Ok you two, come up for air." Dad said laughing. We jerked away quickly and I couldn't help the blush that crept up my cheeks.

Two months later:

"Dad, would you train me to be a wrestler?" I asked him after my eighteenth birthday passed. "Sure, why not." He said. "Oh daddy you're the best!" I squealed sounding like a little kid, and I didn't care.

Randy and I were great, I was truly in love, and had even started having dreams about marrying him.

John had started dating Amy, my friend, I was responsible for that.