Pairings: Jay/Christy, but it isn't that important
Author's Note: Here's yet Another..
Disclaimer: I only own Aundrea

Chapter 6

"You Didn't Deserve to Know"

"I have to go talk to JBL about our match tonight, so are you gunna be okay?"

Aundrea rolls her eyes as she looks up at her older brother. "David, you are aware that I'm 24, and highly capable of taking care of myself, right?" She smirks over at him as he smiles and shakes his head. "I'm just gunna go get a Gatorade and then come back here and take a nap before the show starts."

Dave nods as pushes off of the couch, leaving the room as he walks out in search of John Bradshaw Layfield. Aundrea reaches over to the end of her couch and grabs her sweatshirt, and slowly slips it on. She slowly pushes off of the couch and slips on her sneakers which are sitting at the bottom of the couch on the floor. She walks over to her purse, which is sitting on the table, next to her bag as she grabs 2 dollars out of her wallet, and places her wallet back into her purse, zipping it up.

Aundrea slips the two dollar bills into the front pocket of her baggy black sweatpants. She walks over to the door and opens the door, before walking out into the hallway. On her way down to the Machine, she starts humming a little bit, After she turns the corner at the end of that hall, she reaches the Gatorade machine, and slips the two dollar bills in.

She goes to press a Riptide Rush, but a hand beats her to it, as someone presses it for her.

Aundrea slowly looks down at the hand still pressing the Riptide Rush button, and then slowly lets go of it. Those hands look so familiar, but she can't exactly place them on who. The only thing she can tell, is that it's a hand belonging to a man.

She slowly looks up at his wrist, covered by a Dark Blue and Silver Rolex watch, and the end of a dark blue and light blue collared shirt. She races her mind for any information on who it could be, but she's taken back by one of the ideas. She shakes her head on the idea of who she thinks the man is.

She takes a deep breath, and inhales his scent. Him. Obsession. The one and only male's scent she could ever pick up. 'Could it truly be him? He's supposed to be in Australia.'

"Randy."

"Aundrea."

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Australia."

Chesnut brown orbs lock on with baby blue ones, the brown showing pain and longing, as the blue have a sorry tint to them. "My press got cancelled, for the last two days, and today was supposed to be an off day anyways, so I got the first plane I could out of Sydney here."

"I have to go." Aundrea tries to walk away as Randy grabs her wrist, preventing her from going anywhere.

Tears start forming at the cornersof her eyes, as she fights them back, so she doesn't let Randy see her cry. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"That you were going to be a father?" He nods as Drea looks across the hall at a painting, behind Randy's head. "After what you did, honestly---" She turns her attention back to the man in front of her. "I didn't think you needed to know; I didn't think you deserved to know, and leading up to today, I was content with going through the rest of this alone."

"Wait, let me get this straight. You didn't think I deserved to know I was going to be a father?" He watches as Drea turns her head towards her shoulder and looks at the ground, trying to keep back the tears she had fighting the corners of her eyes. "You know how badly I've always wanted to be a father, and yet you refused to tell me. Drea, I can't believe you."

"I gave you 10 years of my life, Randy, and I gave you everything I was or had, and on the day I was going to tell you, you were gunna be a father, becuase I was 3 1/2 months pregnant, you let it all go, and kicked me to the curb."

She looks up at him, as tears rush down her cheeks. "You didn't think to tell me, though?"

"I thought about it." Aundrea looks down at her feet, covered mostly by her sweat pants but also by a pair of Red Converse All-Star high-tops. "You know me, I hate people pittying me. If I told you after what you did, and you took me back that would be out of pity. I didn't want you to take me back just because I was having a baby."

"Our baby."

"I really have to go."

Aundrea tries to push past him, again, as he locks eyes with her one more time/ "Meet me for dinner after the show?"

"Fine." She breaks through and passes him as she starts walking down the hallway back to hers and Dave's locker room. She swats at some tears still lingering on her cheeks and under her eyes.

Randy looks down, and notices that her Gatorade and change is still in the machine. He reaches down and pulls them both out, holding the three quarters in one hand, and the Gatorade in the opposite hand. "You forgot your drink."

"Keep it."

"Something's up with you." Aundrea stretches out on the couch a little bit as she shakes her head, her bangs falling in front of her eyes. She reaches over and starts playing with the bracelets around her left wrist. "You saw Randy didn't you?" She shrugs as switches to playing with her rings. "Dre, you can;t hide anything from me. I've only known you for 24 years."

"Yeah, I saw him." She then starts picking at the nail polish on her thumb. "He questioned me on why I never told him about the baby. It's not like I didn't want to, cuz you know I really wanted to tell him, but I just couldn't face him."

"I know sis, I know." Dave sits down next to Aundrea on the couch, who pushes off of the arm rest as Dave pulls her into a tight hug on the couch.

"I told him I'd go out to dinner with him after the show, but I can't go looking like this."

"Then go into the bathroom, wash your face, redo your make up, change, fix your hair and go out with him. You two really need tonight, cuz you really need to talk."

"Yes, daddy." She smiles and leans back away from Dave, as he wipes away the lingering tears. She pushes off of the couch and walks into the bathroom to get ready.

A/N: Thank you for the few reviews I got.. Hope to get more.. knudge, knudge, wink wink anyhoo.. I most likely won't update til Friday.. I have to arrive at school at 8:20 tomorrow morning, and i hate mornings.. Go off to the Thanksgiving Day Game, see my boyfriend for like 30 min at the game, chill with my band girlies and drumline boys, and adam (lol.. ly kid) then we perform at halftime, get junk from Salem's moms, and then I have to meet my dad and leave the game, come home, get my suitcase, and go to his house. get there, and be really fat, something nessa and i do very well, and eat alot of food :D

tell me, is anyone reading this story in marching band? it's truly one of the best expreiences of my life :D

don't forget those reviews, and to quote Ashlee Simpson, "I hope you all have a good Thanksgiving, and eat a lot of turkey.. and for the vegetarians, I hope you eat a lot of tofurkey" :)

-AMunz-