Wow. It's been a long long long time since anything has been posted on this site by me. Well, I'm finally back now that it is summer vacation and I have graduated my POS high school. This is actually a different, hopefully better version, of my story Remember Me. It has a different plot and concept so I hope you all enjoy!
She looked at the slip of paper in her hand, confirming that the house in front of her was indeed the one she was looking for.
"Is this it?" the grungy cab driver asked as she nodded. "Pretty nice neighborhood. Who are you here to see?"
"My brother. How much do I owe you?" she asked in a small voice.
She reached into her purse and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and handed them to him. "Keep the change," she said climbing out of the taxi.
"Do you need help with your bags?"
"No, I can get them," she replied, dragging the large duffel bag that the Air Force provided her with out of the trunk and walking to the door of the house.
She sat her bag down and took a deep breath. It had been four years since she had last seen her older brother and even though he knew she was coming, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. What if he wasn't home? What would she do then? After about a minute and a half of waiting, there was still no answer.
"Shit," she muttered, picking up her bag and beginning to walk back to the cab.
"Excuse me, miss? Can I help you?"
She turned around to see her big brother standing in the doorway.
"Emily?" he questioned, stepping forward to take a closer look.
"Randy," she said as she ran and leapt into his arms with tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm so glad to be home," she cried.
"I'm happy to have you home, baby girl," Randy replied, holding his sister as tight as he could. "Come on, Em. Let's go inside," she said and put her down before grabbing her duffel and heading inside his near million-dollar mansion.
"Just make yourself at home, Em. Do you want something to drink?"
"No, I'm fine," she said, taking a seat on the sofa.
"Okay. So, how are you doing?" he asked, sitting in the chair across from her.
"I'm the best I can be, considering the circumstances. It's been really hard."
"I can only imagine. Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't think I'm quite ready to talk about it now."
"That's fine. I'll make sure you have all the time you need. And you know you can stay here as long as you want, right?"
"Of course, Randy. I know I can always count on my big brother," she said, smiling for the first time since she had arrived.
"So, did you want to do something tonight? Go to a club; have dinner, anything like that?"
"Actually, I was kind of hoping that we could just stay in this evening."
"That's fine. Whatever my baby sister wants, my baby sister gets."
"You'll only think that way until the newness of my being here wears off."
"Yeah, probably," Randy joked as they heard a knock on the door. "Just stay here, I'll get it," he said and walked to the front door and saw the face of his best friend, John Cena through the window.
"Dude, what are you doing here?" Randy asked when he opened the door.
"Just thought I'd stop by and pay my best friend, RKO a visit."
"Well, John, this isn't exactly the best time."
"Really? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. It's just that Emily got in today and…"
"Your sister's here?" John interrupted and Randy nodded. "You think I could go in and see her? I think the last time I saw her was when we were in OVW."
"I guess so. She's in the living room."
"Thanks, man," he said, picking up the duffel bags that Randy had neglected to see.
"What are those for?" Randy asked, suspiciously.
"I was kinda hoping I could stay here while I was in town?"
"And how long is that?" Randy questioned, dreading the answer.
"Until we go back on the road again."
"That's five days, Cena! How can you just show up on my doorstep and expect to stay for five fucking days?"
"Fine, I guess I'll just go find a hotel," he said, disappointed.
"Absolutely not," Emily said, coming in from the living room. "You can't just kick your best friend out on the street, Randy. What are you thinking?"
"He's not going out on the street; he's going to a hotel," Randy replied.
"You know what I mean, Randy."
"I was thinking that maybe you might not want company tonight."
"The more the merrier. I would really appreciate it if you would let John stay."
"Yeah, Orton, let me stay," John pleaded.
"Fine, Cena, you can stay but don't make this a habit," Randy gave in.
"Great," John said, picking up his bags. "Where do I put my stuff?"
"Upstairs, second door on the left," Randy answered and watched him go upstairs before he turned to Emily. "Why did you want him to stay?"
Emily looked up at Randy, tearfully. "He reminds me of someone I'll never forget."