When we landed in LA, I was happy…flying is not really my thing…can't you tell? I got off and I jumped on Randy's back, knowing he'd carry me. I was his favorite girl after all. As Randy carried me, I thought about that Brooklyn girl. She was awesome. Not only had she kept me from practically dying, but she was funny, and sweet, the complete opposite of JJ's other girlfriends. She wasn't a bean pole, she wasn't blonde, she didn't have big fake boobs…she didn't have a little doggie in a Louis Vitton purse; she wasn't dressed in designer clothes either. She had on a pair of jeans and a T shirt that was awesome. It was black and blue and it said. "To Save Time, Let's Just Assume That I

Know Everything"

She was the complete opposite. And I liked her.

"Can I put you down now? You're not exactly light."

"Randall…you have to carry me until I find John Boy!" I whined. "Otherwise, I could get lost and someone could get me!"

"No one would want you…trust me. You're a little smart ass." He teased.

"And you slam guys who are WAY bigger than me around all the time, so I'm not heavy."

"Ran…I knew I liked this girl." Amy laughed.

"She's a real pain."

"No I'm not Randizzle, you know you love me."

"Loving you and thinking you're a pain are two different things Short Stuff."

"Okay, put me down, I see JJ."

Randy put me down and I ran to my brother, whose back was to me. I jumped on his back and covered his eyes.

"MACK!" he said, trying to shake me off.

"Hey JJ! How's it hanging?" I said, letting myself hang from his neck.

"It's hanging alright." He said, trying to pry my hands from around his neck.

"Guess who I was on the plane with?'

"Who?"

"Randizzle and pretty much the whole RAW Locker room. I met her JJ! I actually met Lita!"

"Aims is a cool girl."

"This girl saved my life on the plane JJ. She was so cool."

"You freaked out on the plane again? I thought you said you were cool?"

"I was until the said I was 33,000 feet in the air. Then I started to breathe really fast, and I got really dizzy, it was cool."

"Only you could make a joke about nearly dying. Where is this girl?"

"Her name is Brooklyn. She's really pretty. She knows you…I think she has a thing for you, but I can't imagine why anyone would ever have a thing for you!"

"Shut up…wait a second, BJ's in the air port…I gotta find!" he laughed, throwing me over his shoulder.

"JJ! Put me down!"

"Not till I find Randizzle and Chris and Christy and the rest of the 'Raw'ster"

"That was corny…"

"Shut up!" he laughed. He ran all the way to baggage claim and stopped behind someone…I couldn't see who, I was still over his shoulder.

"Guess who?" he said. He'd put his hands over their eyes.

"Dave?"

"Do I sound like Dave?"

"Randy?"

"No."

"Shelton? Chris? Adam? Anyone on Raw?"

"Nope, Smackdown player."

"EDDIE!"

"Fool, do I sound Latino?"

'No…it has to be Charlie!"

"I quit." He said, walking away.

"John, I knew it was you the whole time." The voice said. John was walking away, so I could see the person. It was Brooklyn.

"Hi Brooklyn!" I smiled, waving.

"Hi Mackie. How's the weather up there?"

"The same as it is down there…my brother's an ass."

SMACK

"Language" John said, smacking the back of my head and setting me down.

'SORRY DAD!"

"I ain't ya daddy!" he laughed.

"I don't want you to be." I said, rolling my eyes. "Older brothers…such a pain." Do you have any?" I asked Brooklyn.

'Just my cousin who I love like a big brother…I'm an only child."

"Lucky you." I said at the same time as JJ.

"Stop pretending you hate each other…I can see how well you get along."

"I know, I love this little ankle bitter."

"JJ…I'm not that little anymore!"

"Anyway…what hotel are you guys in?"

"The…Wyndham I think…"

"That sounds about right…hey Mack, Torrie's right over there…"

'WHERE?" I said, looking around. John and Torrie had dated before, but the thought it would be better if they just stayed friends…I loved her so much…she was the only supermodel type that he'd ever dated that I'd liked. I saw her sitting on a bench talking on her phone. "TORRIE!" I screamed, running towards her. She looked up and smiled. I jumped in her arms and she hugged me tight.

"Hey there Macaroni." She smiled.

"Hey Tor."

"How was the flight?"

"Good…hey Torrie?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's that girl JJ's talking to?"

"I may be wrong, but I think it's that Brooklyn girl that he's been talking to everyday on the phone…she sounded like a pretty cool girl the way John talks about her. She's cute." Torrie smiled, looking at her.

"What do you know about her?"

"Well, she's Dave's cousin…Bautista that is, and she's going to be the Raw Trainer once O'Neal retires in May. I also know that she and John talked all night in her hotel room one day last week."

"MY brother just talked to a girl all night?" I said amazed. It was common knowledge…my brother was a Player.

"Yep…amazing huh?"

"Totally…I never knew my brother to be…just friends with a girl…not counting you."

"They're friends, but he has a thing for her.'

"You know this?"

"He calls HER."

"But usually, you have to call HIM! He's calling HER? That's something un expected. He never calls a girl." I said amazed.

"Tell me about it. Amy told me that Dave told her that John told him that he would rip up his Player's card for her if she gave him a chance."

"I gave him that Player's card for Christmas two years ago…he said he'd be a player for life." I laughed.

"He did say that…that was around the time I broke up with him…remember?"

"Yep! I like this Brooklyn chick…she's cool."

'She got him to tolerate Linkin Park…."

"NO WAY! How long have me and Randy been trying to do that?"

"For as long as I can remember…"

"Thank you…and this chick got him to do it in one day? I like her!" I laughed. "How'd she do it?"

"I don't know…all I know is, he had a mixed CD she'd given him and the first five songs were Linkin Park, then some Simple Plan was on there, a little Limp, and Blink too. The last six were Kid Rock."

"Unbe-fucking-leivable." I sighed.

"Lingo!"

"Sorry."

"SO could you help me hook those two up? They're both into each other…look at the body language." I said, motioning to them.

My brother was looking at her like she was a Philly Cheese steak Pizza and he hadn't eaten in thee years. She was putting all her weight on one leg and twisting some of her curly hair with one of her fingers. He'd pull on some of her hair, she'd punch him play fully…she'd take his hat and put it on, he'd try to take it back…she'd put it behind her back, trying to keep it away from him.

"They are SO into each other…" Torrie and I said at the same time.

"So why AREN'T they?"

"She's best friends with Jeff Hardy, and you know how he and John get along."

"What happened?"

"Well, you know when John was dating Dawn Marie,"

"Yeah…I hated her most of all."

"Anyway, turns out she and Jeff had been together before that, and he took her off of the Hardy boy. So, Jeff holds a small grudge on him. And since he and Brooklyn practically grew up together, she knows about his player reputation."

"And she's scared to mess with him…"

"Exactamundo."

"But they're soo CUTE!" I cooed.

"I know!"

"Is that Little Girl?" a voice said. I broke into a smile and turned around.

"I'm not a little girl anymore…Robert."

"I'm still taller than you, ain't I?"

"So?"

"So you're still Little Girl to me."

"What ever Robbie." I said hugging him. Rob Van Dam was one of my favorites…not counting Randy. He'd been teaching me Karate before he busted up his knee.

"So, what happens now?" he said, looking around the Airport.

"We hook those two up!" I said, pointing to Brooklyn and John.

"Cena and that fat chick?" another voice said. I took a deep breath and turned around. "Honestly, I thought he was the player of his brand."

"Hello…Paul."

"Oh, the Eminem mini…How's it going?"

"It'll be better once Batista kicks your ass…OUCH!" I said, rubbing the spot on my head where Rob and Torrie smacked me.

"Now that was mean Mackie…didn't we used to be friends?" he teased.

"Yeah, till you turned on Dizzle."

"Oh, you're still mad about that Orton thing…get over it…Ric, let's go."

"You got it Champ."

I watched in disgust as Ric Flair followed after Paul, his lips permenantly connected to his ass cheeks.

"What a jerk…I got a free style for them…." I said, looking at Rob…he hated when I rapped, because I was better than him at it. (Warning…VERY bad rapping ahead!)

"Here we go…"

"Now I'm sittin in the airport talking to my friends

About how I nearly died, and I almost saw the end

When Paul and his flunkie come along and start talkin

I get em so mad that he wants to start walkin

I learned something today that will give you all a laugh

Ric's not a real man, he's more like a half.

No, he's more like a rabbit, and this is a fact,

He follows HHH around like he's got carrots up his ass crack!"

"OOH sick flow…sick flow…I enjoyed that one sis…" I heard JJ laugh. "And you only cussed once…so I only get to punch you once."

"JJ! It was necessary though!" I groaned.

"Alright…I won't hit you cause you just got here…Tor, Rob, this is Brooklyn…the one I told you about." He said, pointing to Brooklyn, who just smiled and waved.

"Please, call me Brook or BJ…I hate my full name." she said.

"Oh now I REALLY love you…I hate my full name too!" I laughed.

"Come on McEmily…let's get something to eat!" JJ said. "BJ, you coming along? We're at the same hotel anyway…I could give you a lift."

"Yeah, that'll work." She smiled. We walked out of the air-conditioned airport and I nearly died…it was 49 degrees in West Newberry, but it was about 89 in LA. I had on Jeans and a long sleeved shirt. JJ looked down at me and laughed.

"You wanna change, don't you?'

"Uh, DUH?" I said, stopping next to the car. I shed my long sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and a black sports bra. I tied the beater up, exposing my stomach.

"Mack!"

"WHAT? It's hot JJ!" I said getting in the back seat after putting my suitcase and book bag in the back.

"She's got a point John, if I had a flat tummy, I'd do the same thing." Brook said.

"Well, if you'd have done it, I wouldn't have minded…but THAT'S MY SISTER DUDE!"

"And she's a growing girl…key word, GROWING. She's not a little girl any more."

Thank god for BJ! I thought.

"But-"

"No buts John, let her be."

"Alright, but I'm not letting her get away with anything just wrong."

"Thank you." I said.

"No problem…I had to have the same conversation with my friend Jeff about his little sister Sammie. All guys need to have that speech when they have little sisters." BJ said, smiling and looking out the window. I leaned in between the front seats and started talking to my brother quietly.

"You know John, you should keep her around."

"I think I will…" he said, looking at her out the corner of his eye…then he put a CD in and to my surprise…it was LINKIN PARK. I squealed and hugged my brother around the neck. Somewhere I Belong blasted out of the speakers and I sang every word at the top of my lungs…as did BJ. I noticed John mouthing the words a little…he knew the song. When Faint came on next, BJ and I looked at each other and smiled. John knew EVERY WORD to this one…I could see BJ looking at him smiling…

"Since when is Jonathan Anthony Felix Cena a rocker?" I said as the song went off and we pulled into a Checkers.

"Since…NOW. And use my government again; we'll fight…McKenzie Emily Winters."

I groaned…if it was one thing I hated, it was my name; it was so…girly. Now if my name was Brooklyn…I'd love it. Brooklyn was…different, not plain like McKenzie.

We walked into Checkers and I ordered my absolute favorite thing on the menu: A Cheese Double Cheese with no tomatoes and a large fry and a Sprite. John got a Big Buford, a large fry and a Coke, and BJ got a chicken sandwich and a medium fry with a pink lemonade.

"BJ, I'm warning you…John treats once in a lifetime…wear him out!" I said, dodging the fry John threw at me.

"Nah, I'm alright with this." She said.

"Alrighty…but I know my brother…he's not gonna treat till the next blue moon!" I warned.

"I'll risk it." She laughed.

"JJ, can we go to the beach later?"

"I'll think about it."

"Oh no…JJ has to think…we're not going…"

"Shut up you little sprite."

"Hey, who'd have thought…a sprite drinking a Sprite!" I laughed.

"CORNY!"

"Hey, you walked into that one." I said off-handedly.

"Can we please keep my sister from making anymore corny ass jokes?"

"Now JJ…be nice…you know you love my jokes…aren't they funny BJ?"

"I'm not getting into this…"

"Take that as a no." John laughed.

"I never said they weren't…"

"HA!"

"Hold it girly…I never said they WERE either."

"So we both lose?"

"Yep!" she smiled, finishing her fries.

"Not cool…" I said. JJ got up to throw away his stuff. BJ slid over and whispered in my ear.

"Actually, I thought the Sprite line was funny as hell…I just didn't want to break your brother's feelings…and I'll get him to take you to the beach…I'll even drag some superstars along. In return…I get embarrassing stories, Deal?"

"Deal." I said shaking her hand. JJ came back and BJ slid back down the bench, acting nonchalant.

"What did you two do?"

"Nothing." We said at the same time.

"Hey JJ, do you remember that summer when we went to Martha's Vineyard?"

"Mack, shut up."

"What happened at Martha's Vineyard?" BJ smiled.

"Well, JJ was about 21, and I was7…but we still hung out all the time. He took me to the beach…and there were these girls there…please tell me you know where I'm going with this one?" I said, looking at her. John was getting kind of mad.

"Mack…shut up!" he groaned, putting his head on the table.

"ANYWAY, he decides to show off by diving off the pier. The first time he does a cannonball and nothing happened. But the second time, he decides to do a jack knife. There was a bar sticking out of the end of the pier that the used to tie the lobster nets to…the strings of his trunks got caught, and he landed in the water…naked." I said laughing. BJ burst out laughing, and John turned red. "So now, everytime we go to Martha's Vineyard, JJ tucks the strings in his trunks."

"Oh man, that's priceless." She said, wiping tears from her eyes.

"That wasn't cool Mack…"

"Now JJ, be glad I didn't tell her about Christmas…oh about 3 years ago? When you set the kitchen on fire?"

"I'm sorry Mack, just don't tell that one."

"Or, what about the Cheryl incident?" I smiled.

"MACK, DON'T, ANY STORY BUT THAT ONE!"

"Cheryl incident?"

"I was only about 5 at the time, and let's just say dad walked in JJ's room to find a girl with her mouth full."

"MACK!"

"Okay, you've embarrassed your brother enough for one day…" she smiled. We got back in the car and I had JJ put in my Game CD. While we were driving back to the hotel, I sat back and thought about the two in the front seat. Their names even sounded cute together…JJ and BJ…I smiled. If I had to chose someone for my brother to go out with, it'd be her.