Disclaimer: I DON'T own any WWE wrestlers; this is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.
A/N: Sorry for the delay...I hope you enjoy!
Stoney sat at the tall table silently munching on a fry as Phil gave commentary on all of the superstars and divas who entered the room. Stoney laughed silently as the laughter kept quietly escaping from her lips. She hadn't had much to laugh about in the last few days, not much at all. Ever since that final encounter with her father, they hadn't let her speak or him from him at all. Sadly, he used her fork to stick the meatball, sometimes she just wanted it all to end.
Phil kept glancing at the girl before him, there was just something about her that made him wonder. He shrugged it off. This was Stone "Bone Crusher" Carcetti's daughter. He smiled, he would love to meet that guy some day. Shaking himself back into reality, he couldn't help but to notice that the kid looked beyond sad. He shook his head, the girl was trying to hide it, but it wasn't working. Clearly. "So kid, tell me about yourself?" The girl shrugged and continued chewing. Phil smiled. "What cat got your tongue?" She shrugged again.
"No, there's just not much to say." The man nodded and chewed on his sandwich.
"So you've got nothing to say? I mean you've gotta like something?" Stoney shrugged.
"Not really." Stoney thought for a moment. "I do like to read." Phil nodded.
"Well what do you like to read?" The girl shrugged.
"I enjoy Shakespeare." The man smiled and shook his head, this kid was just too much.
"Shakespeare? Aren't you like nine?" The girl scoffed sarcastically.
"Em twelve butt-wipe." The man nodded and smiled. Butt-wipe?
Within the next ten minutes or so, Stoney and Phil had hit it off. Once he'd broken through that initial shell, it had all been history. It was weird, but it was like they'd known each other for years. Within moments they began to finish each other's sentences. It was weird, indeed. She gave a half smile as they shared in ridiculing countless people and things. It was a good way to spend an afternoon. Phil gave a light smile at the girl, there was something he wanted to know.
"So Stoney, what is it like having the Bone Crusher as your father?" She smiled at the scruffy man and twirled a fry in her hands.
"I guess you could say that there's never a dull moment." Phil chuckled and drank his diet Pepsi.
"Yeah that sounds about right." Phil opened his mouth to speak again when he heard the angry pounding footsteps of someone behind him. Stoney rolled her eyes at the sight, while Phil merely faked intrigue.
"Cena what are you-" John held his hand up and zeroed in on Stoney. He got up in her face.
"What do you think you're doing?" She cocked her head and raised her eyebrow.
"Eating," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. John smiled.
"Eating?" he said tightly. "Well that's funny since I told you not to leave my locker room." Phil sighed, he also wasn't a big fan of Cena or how he was treating the kid.
"John, the kid was just eating with me, relax its not like she snorted coke or something."
"With her lineage its quite possible." Stoney's eyes turned to fire. "Now let's go." Stoney didn't move. She hated John more each day.
"Look here you…"
Meanwhile
Randy walked into the room and felt the tension immediately. He sighed as he found the source…his family. By the time Randy arrived on the table Stoney and John were snarling insults at each other. She was pissed for some reason. What else was new?
Randy walked up behind her and kissed her hair. "Hey, Tresorino. John." (…little treasure) Neither person seemed to notice him. "What's going on?" Stoney shook her head angrily and hopped off of the stool. She wasn't going to sit around and watch her father be ridiculed by the homewrecker. Randy watched her storm off and looked at the two adults next to him with intrigue. "What just happened?" John shook his head still fuming while Phil set the rest of his sandwich down.
"The people's genius here, freaked out on her because she left the locker room." Randy rolled his eyes.
"John, you know she hasn't had any rules in her entire life, you could've at least given the kid a break." Phil nodded.
"And not insulted her father." Randy looked at Phil and then at John.
"What do you mean?" Phil shrugged finishing off his sandwich.
"He implied that she was going to end up a crackhead because of her father." Randy's eyes tore towards John.
"You said what to my niece?" John rolled his eyes.
"Don't all of a sudden act like you care, you weren't around either." Angrily John exited the room. Randy grunted.
"Just great." Phil nodded and stood up.
"Yep. Great family, you've got there Orton." He turned to leave. Randy smiled sarcastically.
"Gee, thanks." Phil turned back around.
"Oh, by the way, tell Stoney that she's welcome in my locker room anytime." Randy rolled his eyes and went to grab a plate.
Stoney stood out back grunting and kicking anything she could find. She was so enraged. Who was he to say anything about her dad? Her dad was a good man, unlike that snot faced butt-wipe. She began to rant in Italian. After a few minutes she stopped abruptly and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting the stick she let the smoke fill her lungs. She let out a breath of release. She really needed that. Finally, she could think clearly again. She just wanted her life to return to normal. She wanted to be back in their apartment sitting on her dad's lap listening to him tell her how beautiful she was. She sighed, she didn't even know how to get in touch with him. Chewing on her lip, she angrily wiped the tear away. She wasn't going to cry, not now, not ever.
Sighing she heard the gravel shift behind her. She grunted. "Tresorino..." the man said softly. Stoney took a deep breath and turned to greet her uncle. She nodded.
"Zio." The man smiled, he hadn't been called that in a long time. Randy looked into the girl's eyes and saw the pain. He shook his head, he knew this had to be hard on her.
"What's going on? Why are you out here all alone?" The girl shrugged and went back to her cigarette. Sadly he smiled, she was just like Stone, always turning to chemical substances to change the outlook. He knelt down in front of the girl and stroked her face softly. "Would you like to call your dad?" Stoney's face shot up towards Randy. He nodded in understanding. Of course the kid was missing her father. He shook his head, that would be the last time he listened to Tess or John. Pulling out his cellphone he dialed the number. "Can I talk to Santo Carcetti?" He smiled and handed the phone to Stoney.
"Stone here." Stoney smiled brightly.
"Papa!" Stone sat up in his chair.
"Stoney, baby, how are you?" She smiled.
"I could be better. John sucks and I hate car rides." Stone smiled, that was his Stoney, always seeing the gloomy side of life.
"Baby, how'd you get this number?" Stoney shrugged.
"Zio, gave it to me." Stone rolled his eyes, of course, Randy had about as much spine as a jelly fish. The two talked for a few more minutes before Stone bid his baby goodbye. Stoney handed the phone back to Randy and put the cigarette to her lips. Randy rolled his eyes, that habit was going to have to die pretty soon.
"What's wrong?" Stoney looked into his eyes.
"He didn't want to talk to me." Randy sighed, the kid was smart.
"Tresorino, I'm sure..." Stoney shook her head and put her hand up.
"Don't lie to me, I know my father," she said as she walked off. Randy sighed, some summer this would be.