Chapter 3.
"Are you stalking me, Mark?" Gaby asked as she reached her front door. She had noticed that Mark and the boys had followed her home and a few of them had parked in her driveway.
"No, you're my sister, can't have mom yelling at me that I didn't make sure you got home safely, now can I?"
"I really don't care if she yells at you."
"Now is that any way to talk to your big brother?"
"You're an ass. I'm going inside. Good night Mark." Gaby opened her door and went inside leaving Mark and his friends outside. She couldn't believe tonight, him following her to the bar, and then home from the bar. She just wanted to sit in her house alone without her new brother. She stripped off all of her clothes and climbed into her shower. After she had finally relaxed, she put on her pajama pants and tank and climbed into bed.
When she woke up, she walked into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. "You sure wake up late."
Gaby stood frozen in her kitchen. Who the hell was in her apartment? How the hell did they get in? She remembered locking the door last night. They would have to have a key to get in, and the only people that had a key were she and her mom, and that was definitely not her mom's voice.
She slowly turned around to see exactly who it was in her house. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE??? I THOUGHT I LEFT YOU OUTSIDE LAST NIGHT!"
"I called mom and said that I wanted to surprise you, and she said come over and she'd give me a key to your apartment. So, here I am."
"Whatever."
"What, you're not going to offer me anything to eat? I am a guest in your house."
"No, you're an intruder. A guest is someone that I invite in, and I didn't invite you."
"If you keep acting like that I'm not going to tell you the surprise that I have for you."
"You were going to surprise me with something other than the overwhelming joy of your company? What could be better than that?"
"Coming backstage with me to the show."
"Really? You'd really take me backstage? You don't have to do that just because mom told you too. I can watch it on TV, I mean, it would be awesome to be backstage, don't get me wrong, but don't do it just because mom said."
"No, she gave me the idea, but I thought that we could use that time to do a little brother sister bonding, if that's ok with you."
"Yeah, that'd be nice." Gaby said smiling now that he was being nice to her.
"You can come with me tonight."
"Shit. I have to work."
"Call in sick."
"And are you going to pay me to go to this show?"
"No."
"Ok then, how am I gonna make money. I can't just take off work; I don't make enough money to do that. Why do you think I always eat TV dinners? They're cheap to buy. I don't have a lot of cash Mark. I don't expect any from you either, so don't get that idea, I'm just saying I can't take off work whenever I feel like it."
"Hmmmmm. Maybe you could quit."
"And do what Mark? Pull rent money out of my ass? I'm not my own personal ATM machine you know. What would I do for money?"
"Didn't you go to college?"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"What did you major in?"
"Communications. Why?"
"Why don't you work for the WWE?"
"Right, 'cause I can just walk up to Vince McMahon and say when do I start? Yeah, right. He'd have me thrown out of the building."
"I'll give him a call, and you can meet him tonight. How about that?"
"Fine, I guess I can call in sick, but I better not be on TV or my boss will have my ass!"
"Alright, let me call Vince."
A/N: How's the story? I haven't picked a love interest for Gaby yet. I can't decide on which gorgeous guy it's gonna be Randy Orton, John Cena, Christian, Y2J. There are so many. What do you guys think? R & R PLEASE!!
"Are you stalking me, Mark?" Gaby asked as she reached her front door. She had noticed that Mark and the boys had followed her home and a few of them had parked in her driveway.
"No, you're my sister, can't have mom yelling at me that I didn't make sure you got home safely, now can I?"
"I really don't care if she yells at you."
"Now is that any way to talk to your big brother?"
"You're an ass. I'm going inside. Good night Mark." Gaby opened her door and went inside leaving Mark and his friends outside. She couldn't believe tonight, him following her to the bar, and then home from the bar. She just wanted to sit in her house alone without her new brother. She stripped off all of her clothes and climbed into her shower. After she had finally relaxed, she put on her pajama pants and tank and climbed into bed.
When she woke up, she walked into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. "You sure wake up late."
Gaby stood frozen in her kitchen. Who the hell was in her apartment? How the hell did they get in? She remembered locking the door last night. They would have to have a key to get in, and the only people that had a key were she and her mom, and that was definitely not her mom's voice.
She slowly turned around to see exactly who it was in her house. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE??? I THOUGHT I LEFT YOU OUTSIDE LAST NIGHT!"
"I called mom and said that I wanted to surprise you, and she said come over and she'd give me a key to your apartment. So, here I am."
"Whatever."
"What, you're not going to offer me anything to eat? I am a guest in your house."
"No, you're an intruder. A guest is someone that I invite in, and I didn't invite you."
"If you keep acting like that I'm not going to tell you the surprise that I have for you."
"You were going to surprise me with something other than the overwhelming joy of your company? What could be better than that?"
"Coming backstage with me to the show."
"Really? You'd really take me backstage? You don't have to do that just because mom told you too. I can watch it on TV, I mean, it would be awesome to be backstage, don't get me wrong, but don't do it just because mom said."
"No, she gave me the idea, but I thought that we could use that time to do a little brother sister bonding, if that's ok with you."
"Yeah, that'd be nice." Gaby said smiling now that he was being nice to her.
"You can come with me tonight."
"Shit. I have to work."
"Call in sick."
"And are you going to pay me to go to this show?"
"No."
"Ok then, how am I gonna make money. I can't just take off work; I don't make enough money to do that. Why do you think I always eat TV dinners? They're cheap to buy. I don't have a lot of cash Mark. I don't expect any from you either, so don't get that idea, I'm just saying I can't take off work whenever I feel like it."
"Hmmmmm. Maybe you could quit."
"And do what Mark? Pull rent money out of my ass? I'm not my own personal ATM machine you know. What would I do for money?"
"Didn't you go to college?"
"Yeah, what's your point?"
"What did you major in?"
"Communications. Why?"
"Why don't you work for the WWE?"
"Right, 'cause I can just walk up to Vince McMahon and say when do I start? Yeah, right. He'd have me thrown out of the building."
"I'll give him a call, and you can meet him tonight. How about that?"
"Fine, I guess I can call in sick, but I better not be on TV or my boss will have my ass!"
"Alright, let me call Vince."
A/N: How's the story? I haven't picked a love interest for Gaby yet. I can't decide on which gorgeous guy it's gonna be Randy Orton, John Cena, Christian, Y2J. There are so many. What do you guys think? R & R PLEASE!!
