Chapter 1: STEPBROTHERS!?
So, you're probably thinking what this story is about and who the hell is going to tell it. Well, that's where I come in. Hi, my name is Randal Keith Orton-Cena. I know I have two last names and, as the title implies, I did fall in love with my stepbrother. He is now my fiancé and, even though we are still stepbrothers, I love him no matter what. Now, I know you want to know why I have two last names. Well, I can't tell you right now. And since I am telling this story the RIGHT way, you're going to get all the dirt, drama, tea, and most definitely the relationships. So with that, I present to you: In Love With My Stepbrother.
A/N: This story is a mix of fiction and reality. It is based on my real life city, Chicago, Illinois, but the city in this story is Los Santos, California. The school that the characters are going to is a fictional high school named after the popular GTA V city, Los Santos High School.
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"C'mon Randal!! You're going to miss the trip!" My mom yelled from down the stairs. I can't believe I'm going on my first trip to the Caribbean! Although I wish my dad was here. You see, when I was 10, my dad died of a heart attack. It was painful to see my dad go, but the pain was worse for mom. Mom met dad in high school 25 years ago, and they've been togetherever since."RANDAL KEITH ORTON! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR I'M LEAVING YOU HERE!" "OK MOM!" I'm going to love this trip.
One week later, we came home and while I was in my room, my mom called me downstairs. She had something important to tell me. "Honey, listen to me. I haven't been honest with you. For a few years, I have been engaged to-" The doorbell rang and I immediately ran upstairs to the bathroom. I cracked the door just to see a boy downstairs I have never seen before. "Hello James." "Hello Elaine. I'd like for you to meet my son John." The boy sported short blond hair standing on his head, and was wearing a blue jean jacket that was cut just before the stomach line, a white Michael Jordan jersey, black jeans with rips, Chuck Taylor sneakers, and black shades. He also had an iPhone XR with one AirPod in his left ear. "Hello John. I'm so happy to finally meet you." So you say, mother. "So am I, Ms. Orton." "Well, if you want to meet my son, you can. He's upstairs in his room, the one with the glitter stickers on it. You can go talk to him." "Ok." He answered.
After my mom let them in, I swung the door open, ran into my room, shut the door, and screamed into my pillow. As I started to get up and walk to the door, it swung open and my brown eyes met a pair of black shades. The shades came off his face and I was fixated on his baby blue eyes. As he shut the door behind him, I slowly stepped back, but with every single step I took, he stepped closer. I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. I fell over onto my bed, but out of instinct, I grabbed his shirt on pulled him down on me. My face turned red and he looked at me, with his face turning red also. "H-Hi Jonathan. I'm Randal Orton." Jonathan just stared at me. Then he smiled and whispered in my ear. "Hi Randal. I'm Jonathan Cena." I couldn't stop staring at him. Not knowing what I was doing, I placed my hand on his face and, before I knew it, I was stroking his face with my thumb and then, out of nowhere and oblivious to both of us, I was kissing a boy I didn't even know. John kissed me back, and he started running his hand through my hair. I felt like I was in heaven.
Meanwhile with my mother, she was downstairs on the couch watching the news with John's father. "Have you told him yet?" "I can't tell him. He was so close to his dad, and if he were to find out, it would crush him. He already knows we're engaged, but he doesn't know that he and John will be stepbrothers. I can't tell him." "Well, you have to tell him soon."
Back with me and John, we were practically grinding on each other. Making out with a boy was amazing, but with some boy I've never met before, that was mind-blowing. Reality then set in. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I stopped. I slightly pushed myself away from John and got up. To quote Carl Johnson from GTA San Andreas, "Ah shit, here we go again." John just stood there. Then we heard a loud scream. "RANDAL KEITH ORTON! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" My mom shouted. I looked at John, whose face was red. "John, come with me. You might need to hear this." I told him. "Sure." As we got downstairs, my mother was smiling from ear to ear. "Yes?" "Well, I just talked to John's father and... we're getting married next month! Not only that, but you're going to be stepbrothers!" John and I looked at each other, shocked. "We're going..." "To be..." "STEPBROTHERS?!" My mom's smile has never been so bright. "Yes you are. Oh and Randal, you start high school in 2 months. John is going with you. You'll be going to the same school. Now you can go back upstairs."
"DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?" "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" John and I kept saying the same thing until we laughed. "But seriously, what the hell are we going to do?" John asked me. "I have no idea. I mean, I just kissed a boy I didn't know. That should tell you something." John just looked at me. "That you like boys?" I can't deny it, he hit it right on the head. "Yeah. I came out to my mom when I was 13. She told me that she loves me no matter what. That's why you see a rainbow bed set, pink and white painted walls, a rose gold MacBook on my desk, multiple pairs of Jordan's with a custom heel, crop top shirts and jackets in my closet, a gold PS4 and a huge poster of my favorite athletes: wrestling legends Trish Stratus and Lita. So yeah, I'm openly gay and proud of it."
John looked me up and down. I had on a black crop top with the golden words "Boss Bitch" on it, black leggings, and a pair of my black Jordan's. "Well, damn. I was right. But, between you and me..." I leaned closer to John, only for him to pin my arms to the headboard while he was on top of me, and for a split second, in a low, lust-filled voice, he made me smile for the first time. "I'm going to be your boyfriend. I'm going to love you, I'm going to kiss you, and I'm going to make love to you. Do you hear me, Randy?" The way he said my nickname just drove me crazy.
But what caught my attention was his last statement. He was going to make love to me? As in, have sex with me? I can just imagine that. I just met John, yet I felt like we were destined to be together. I stared into his eyes, and as they twinkled in the sunlight, I kissed him again. This time, I really want you, but we need to get to know each other a lot better. Let's spend this whole week together." I told John. He agreed and we went downstairs. "Mom, John and I are going to hang out. Is that OK?" My mom smiled. "Of course. John, take good care of my baby, OK?" "I most definitely will."
