Key Note: Please pay close attention to this chapter…tell me what you think is going to happen within the next few chapters ok? =)

Getting to Know Mark

"So is this a nice town to live in?" Mark asked as we made our way to the car.

I shrugged, "It's alright but I would very much like to see other places."

He nodded and hit the button to unlock the car door. I climbed into his truck with ease loving how high it was off the ground. When I shut the door I got a huge smell of cologne up my nose. It was very nice, making me completely horny on the spot. I crossed my legs as Mark opened up his door.

"Damn, you got in there all by yourself?" he asked as he got into the truck.

I nodded, "Yes, I freaking love trucks."

"Really? Now there is something I wasn't expecting out of you."

I smiled as he started up the truck. "So where are we headed first?"

"I don't know…where would you want to go?" I asked him.

"Well I figured your father doesn't cook much so why don't we head somewhere for food?" he said.

I nodded, "Ok. I'll show you where all the food places are."

He nodded and began driving down the road. I didn't really look at him the entire time I he drove. I was still having an issue wrapping my head around the fact that he was my godfather. Man…where the hell has he been?

"I can't believe your 16 already. The last time I saw you was when your father finally sent me a picture of you."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh God…how old was I?"

"About three, and as cute as can be." He said as he turned down his radio a little.

I frowned at his comment not really believing what he was saying. "Yea right. I was probably fat with huge cheeks and thighs and there isn't anything pretty about that."

He shook his head, "Beauty comes from within Kitty, it's not about what's on the outside."

"How would you know? You're a man…all you guys care about is the looks."

He glanced at me and the reverted his eyes back to the road. "Ok and what if I told you that not all of us guys are the same?"

"I wouldn't believe you. Every guy I've ever talked to was a pig."

He laughed, "Do I fit in with that description?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm just starting to get to know you Mark. I haven't been able to make that call yet."

"You know you are one tough cookie." He said, "And I like that in a woman."

I chuckled, "Is that so?"

"Yes ma'am. If you weren't my goddaughter I'd definitely show you what it's like to be with a real man."

I finally turned my head and looked at him, "Even if I was this age?"

"No, I'd want you to be older but still…it sounds like someone gave you the wrong impression about us men."

"No one gave me that impression…I learned it on my own." I said with an evil glare.

He sighed, "How so?"

"Hello…my father is the biggest pig out of the bunch. I've never lived with anyone who has a new girlfriend everyday."

He sighed, "Well, when you're John Cena...you kind of have that privilege."

"I don't care who he is…you know what…forget it." I said. "I wasn't expecting you to understand anyway." I snapped before staring back out of my window.

We were both silent until he spotted a seafood restaurant.

"Are you in the mood for shrimp?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I guess so."

He sighed, "look…I'm sorry if I pissed you off but I was just being honest with you."

I took off my seatbelt, "its fine. I understand."

"Ok. So are you going to show me a pretty smile or do I need to tickle one out of you?" he said as he reached over and poked my side.

I giggled slightly and moved away from him, "Hey!"

"That's better. Now let's go eat." He said.

I nodded and hopped out of the truck. Together we walked side by side up to the door where we were greeted by one of my dad's friends, Orlando. He was about as tall as my dad but shorter than Mark. His skin was chocolate brown and he had a bald head. He was also pretty muscular for someone who didn't really wrestle.

"Hey there Kitty, how are you?" he asked as he hugged me.

I smiled, "Pretty good and you?"

"I'm alright, who is your friend?"

Mark smiled and stepped up to shake his hand, "Hi, I'm her godfather, Mark."

"Nice to meet you Mark…you know what…you look real familiar to me."

I smirked as Orlando tried to figure out who he was but he didn't seem to be coming up with anything.

"Man, maybe it was in a picture at John's house." Orlando said.

Mark smiled, "Yea maybe. Anyways I'm in town just visiting for a little bit. I haven't seen her since she was three."

Orlando smiled, "That's nice. Is he treating you nice?"

I smiled, "So far. I think we can be friends at some point."

They both laughed and then Orlando let us inside. "It was good seeing you Kitty, and nice meeting you Mark."

"Same to you," Mark responded just before we were greeted by the waitress. She on the other hand…quickly recognized my Godfather and started smiling bigger.

"Oh my gosh, you're the…the Undertaker!" she said.

Mark smiled, "Yes and if you keep that to yourself, I'll make sure you get a big tip."

She gasped, "Of course sir…no problem."

"Also give us the best seat in the place, preferably a quiet place." He said.

She nodded as she grabbed the menus and silverware and asked us to follow her. I sort of liked the fact that he had control over his fans. It was almost like he was some kind of king controlling an entire empire.

Once we were seated, she took our orders for drinks and then left us alone. "Well..this is different." I said.

"What is?" he asked.

"Whenever my dad use to take us out…he always made sure people knew who he was. I never really had a chance to truly have a private dinner with him."

He nodded, looking at me as the sun casted an orange glow over my face.

"Oh wow…" he said.

I picked up my menu, "What?"

"Nothing…you have your mom's eyes that's all." He said.

I looked up at him with a smirk, "Is that a good thing?"

"Oh that's not just a good thing Kitty, it's a wonderful thing." He said.

The waitress returned a few moments later with our drinks. She still had a cheesy smile on her face as she wrote down Mark's order and then my own. When she left again, I caught Mark still staring at me as if he was lost in a daze.

"Is everything ok over there?" I asked.

He smiled, "Yep, everything is good."

"So why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Do you want me to be honest?"

"Obviously…" I said before taking a sip of my lemonade.

He shook his head, "You and that attitude…keep it up little girl."

"Or what?"

He placed his hands together on the table and leaned in close to me, "Or else I'm going to show you what an attitude gets you. Trust me, you do not want any of this."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please."

He laughed and backed up from me.

"You didn't answer my question Mark." I said. "What was with the looks?"

He smiled, "I take it you don't like being stared at."

"Not really…there isn't anything to stare at." I said.

"Who has been filling your little head with those lies Kitty?" he asked.

I sighed, "No one."

He glared at me and then decided to change the subject. "So is there anything else you like to do other than cheer? Your dad says your great at playing guitar."

I shrugged, "A little I guess…but I like making up my own music."

"That's good. Your mom was a great guitar player too." He told me.

"Funny...dad said mom never played any instruments before. I think he's starting to forget about her." I said, softly.

"What makes you say that?" he said.

I sighed, "Because…anytime I ask him to tell me about her, he doesn't have much to say, or he repeats the same things over and over again….it's like he didn't even know her at all."

Mark sighed, "I'm sure he's not forgetting about her, maybe he's just trying to forget about the fact that she's gone."

I sighed, "Yea well it would have been nice of him to at least remember her as a person. I mean I didn't exactly get a chance to get to know her."

"I know how you feel." He said. "I never got a real chance to get to know my mother either."

"really? Why not?" I asked.

He looked away from me and then sighed, "Same reason as you, only my mom died when I was four."

I nodded, "That sucks."

"Yes it does." He said.

When the waitress came back with our food, Mark signed an autograph for her and then sent her on her way. I glared at her feeling slightly annoyed by her constant reappearance. Mark seemed to notice and started laughing.

"I take it you don't like other females…" he said.

I looked in her direction, "Something like that. I just never understood why girls like her always get all the attention."

He laughed, "Wow you really don't think you have looks do you?"

I looked away from him and took a bite of my food. He reached across the table and lifted my head up so I could look at him.

"Now you listen to me, I don't know who or what gave you the idea that you weren't beautiful…but you are."

I tried to fight back a smile, but it was so hard to when a man like Mark was telling me things like that.

"Thanks Mark but you don't have to say that." I said.

He smiled, "You're right I don't…but it's the truth so I'm saying it."

I blushed slightly. "Well thank you."

"No problem."

Mark and I spent the entire day exploring the town. I learned so much about him in that one day that I felt like he had been in my life the entire time.

My dad wasn't home when we got there but it was late so we watched a movie while talking about different things. He was so interesting and very outspoken about things. Around one in the morning I fell asleep on the couch while watching the movie. I woke up when I felt him scoop me up and take me up to my room. He tucked me in tightly and then kissed my forehead before leaving my room. I wasn't sure why but I felt real happy about meeting my godfather. I only prayed he wouldn't move out of my life like my father was slowly starting to.