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The party was buzzing by the time Randy, Cody, Ted, and Abby arrived and Abby fully blamed that on Randy's attitude problem. She didn't understand why he had to be so damned difficult and argue with her over who was going to be the designated driver. She scoffed as she thought about the occurrence in her mind. She also couldn't believe that he had the audacity to suggest that she should be the designated driver just because she was a chick. And if Teddy and Cody hadn't have stopped her, she would have kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Get lost Randy," Abby hissed before winding her way through the crowd, trying to find the kitchen in Chris' spacious home.

Abby walked into the kitchen and saw Chris and Jay standing around, a cup of beer in each hand. Chris waved her over eagerly and she smiled before walking over to him. She grabbed his cup of beer and took about four big swallows of the beer before handing his cup back to him.

"Well, hello to you too, Abigale," Chris said, looking in his cup and then back at her.

"Got any liquor? I need something strong," Abby said, looking throw the cupboards for whatever sort of hard liquor she could find.

Chris laughed before walking over to a cabinet and motioning for Abby to come over. Abby laughed and walked over to wear he was standing to see a cabinet full of liquor. Her eyes lit up before she grabbed the bottle of tequila and walked over to the counter. She demanded Chris get her something to mix it with. He grabbed his father's orange juice and the grenadine he would use to make a tequila sunrise, figuring Abby didn't care.

"So what's up, Abby?" Chris asked as he watched her take a long drink from her plastic cup.

"I hate Randy and his stupid face," she said as she took another drink of her tequila sunrise and then looked at Chris.

Chris chuckled before looking at the doorway of his kitchen to see Randy walk in with Barbie clinging to his side.

"Don't look now, Abs; otherwise you'll have to see Randy and his stupid face," Chris chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"It's okay, he has a walking STD on his arm, I'm sure everything's okay with him," Abby said, loud enough for Barbie and Randy both to hear.

"What did Barbie ever do to you?" Chris asked, holding back a laugh as he watched Randy glare at Abby before roughly pushing Barbie off of him.

"I'm a good judge of character Christopher, don't doubt me!" Abby said with a smirk before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the other room.

Chris let Abby pull him out of the kitchen and into his spacious living room where a few different couples were dancing to the beat of the music. Chris looked at Abby and watched as her slender body began to move almost in perfect rhythm with the beat of the music. She glanced back at him, frowning before reaching out and grabbing his hand, pulling him in closer to her. She placed his hands on her hips and she leaned back slightly against him, her back to his chest as she began to grind against him.

"Ted said you went to a private school before coming here, how do you know all about alcohol and this sort of dancing?" Chris asked trying to catch his breath and keep his hormones in check.

"The girls I hung out with there were wild, crazy even and I just learned what they taught me. And that included the drinking and the dancing, Chris," Abby laughed as she leaned forward, bending over slightly allowing her ass to push into Chris.

Chris groaned slightly, feeling the pressure on his crotch and he glanced around, looking at the other people that were around them. He let one of his hands slide around her waist and pulling her back closer to him. He knew they were dancing, and you know anything could happen, right? The song ended a minute or two later but Chris knew it was too soon for him to enjoy himself.

A few hours later, Abby found herself in the kitchen with Randy, Chris, Cody, Ted, Adam, MacKenzie, and Jay. She also knew she was drunk and she noticed Randy was looking at her and she kind of liked the way he was looking at her.

Abby groaned before rolling over onto her back and finding she couldn't. She frowned and finally opened up her eyes to see Randy Orton in bed next to her. Her eyes widened and she lifted up the blankets that were covering their bodies and her mind froze as she looked down at her own naked torso before looking around the room and finally noticed it was her own room.

She quickly pushed Randy's arm off of her stomach and got out of bed and rushing into her walk in closet before Randy had the chance to wake up and see her naked which is obviously ridiculous thinking anyways. It was obvious to her that they'd had sex last night but she couldn't remember a thing; she blamed the tequila. She held a hand to her head as she dressed herself in a pair of cotton green shorts and a pink tank top that she fitted over her zebra striped bra.

"God, I am never drinking again," she muttered to herself as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and she silently thanked God that it was Saturday.

She walked out of her closet and threw a pillow at Randy and smirked when he tossed it back at her but he didn't appear to be getting up. She hated mornings like these.

"Get your fat, naked ass up and out of my bed before I kill you, capiche?" she snapped at him before swinging the door open to room and walking out.

She walked downstairs to see Adam and Mackenzie sprawled out on the floor in the living room. She raised an eyebrow of surprise before walking into the kitchen to see Ted and Cody sitting at the table and she shot Ted a glare before walking over to the fridge.

"What was that look for, Abbycakes?" Ted asked, curiously.

"Because, did you not see who was in my bedroom? Or were you too busy sucking face with Sunny to realize that I was going to make a big mistake last night?" she hissed at him as she pulled out the cherry Kool Aid pitcher.

Cody raised an eyebrow before lifting his head up, finally interested in what was going on and the conversation taking place.

"What? Who's in your bedroom? Want me to kick him out?" Ted asked, hurriedly before standing up, as if on big brother alert.

"As if you could even try," Ted heard Randy say as he walked into the kitchen. "Thanks for the great night, Abby. You were a ton of fun."

Abby poured herself a glass of Kool Aid as she turned around to look at Randy, only to notice that he had that stupid smirk all over his stupid face.

"Get out of my house, Randy," she glared at him as she walked around the island, bumping into him on purpose.

"Ted, do I have to leave?" Randy asked, looking over Abby's head to look at her older brother.

Ted looked at Abby, who looked beyond pissed and was shooting glares at the both of them now. Ted wanted to kick Randy out for sleeping with his baby sister but he didn't want to be shunned socially either. Ah, the joys of high school.

"No," Ted muttered with a shake of his head.

"See, blondie, I don't have to go anywhere."

"I say you do."

"Well, you're not the boss, now are you?"


"That's not what you said last night."

Abby's eyes widened before she dumped her glass of cherry Kool Aid over his head, staining his white t-shirt. She smirked at him with a raised eyebrow before walking out of the kitchen, in a slightly better mood. She saw Adam and MacKenzie waking up.

"Please tell me you have clothes on," Abby said, covering her eyes with her hand as she sat on the couch.

"Don't worry, blondie, we're clothed," Adam chuckled.

"Unfortunately," MacKenzie muttered.

Adam laughed before getting up then helping MacKenzie up and Abby yawned before grabbing the remote to the TV. She turned it on before flipping through the television channels before landing on MTV and an old episode of 16 and Pregnant.

"God, if I ever become one of these annoying girls, shoot me please," she muttered to nobody in particular.

"Abby, how could you have sex with Randy?" Ted asked later that day once everybody had gone home.

"Right. Because that was my plan all along, Teddy Bear. I went to that party to get drunk and seduce Randy into my bed when we got home," Abby said rolling her eyes as she looked at the television.

Their day hadn't consisted of anything besides lounging around and watching television. And of course, the normal sibling bickering that happens between all siblings.

"You could have said no!"

"I was drunk moron!"


"Okay, you go get drunk and see if you can say no."

"I will!"

Abby stood up and rolled her eyes before walking up to her room. God, my brother is an idiot she thought to herself as she walked into her room. She groaned as she looked at her bed before beginning to take the sheets off and then the comforter; they definitely needed to be washed. She didn't even want to think of what she had done in her bed last night with the one person she didn't want to even look at. She grabbed her phone once she realized it was going off.

"What?" she said, holding it to her ear with her shoulder.

"That is no way to greet your best friend," Chris pouted from the other end.

"Oh, sorry Chris, I'm just busy," she laughed as she continued to strip her bed of her sheets and blankets.

"What are you doing that is more important that me?" Chris scoffed.

"I'm throwing away my sheets or washing them, haven't decided. What are you doing?" she asked as she tossed the blankets on the floor.

"Nothing, might go to the mall. Wanna come?" Chris asked.

"Sure, I need a new bedspread and some new clothes, want me to bring along Ted?" she asked as she walked into her closet and grabbed a pair of socks.

"No way! This can be a Christopher and Abigale date!" Chris said from the other end of the phone.

Abby laughed before telling him he can pick her up in ten minutes at her house because there was no way she was driving.

Randy sat on his couch in his house, glaring at Adam and MacKenzie as they were all over each other on the other couch. He hadn't invited them over to watch them practically fuck on his couch and if things had gone better this morning, he would have been in good terms with Abby but now she was beyond pissed at him.

"Could you two separate from each other long enough to have a conversation?" he growled as he grabbed his water and took a drink.

"Sorry man but it's not my fault MacKenzie doesn't get repulsed by the mere thought of fucking me like Abby does," Adam laughed as he grabbed his girlfriend's ass.

"Shut up," Randy growled moodily.

MacKenzie laughed before getting off of Adam's lap and sitting beside him, placing a hand on his thigh. Randy wasn't in the best mood to put it lightly and his eyes jerked towards the door as it opened and in walked his little brother Nathan and Brett DiBiase walk in. He smirked before motioning them over to sit and talk all while Adam gave him a crazy look.

"Sit down guys," Randy encouraged a look slipping into his blue eyes.

Nate and Brett sat down each choosing a chair instead of the open love seat. Randy looked at Brett before looking at his little brother.

"How's your sister, Brett? Is she…okay?" Randy asked, cautiously.

"Uhm…yeah, she's fine I guess. She's going to the mall with Chris," Brett said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Your sister. . .doesn't really like me. Is there any way that I can change her mind?" Randy asked, looking at Brett.

"Figures," Nathan muttered under his breath.

"It doesn't surprise me that she doesn't like you," Brett laughed a little.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Er. . .I just think you. . .uh. . .come on too strong?"

Brett stumbled over his own words as he noticed the look Randy gave him. Adam watched the scene unfold before his eyes before looking over at MacKenzie, who looked bored with the situation.

"I do not come on too strong," Randy growled.

MacKenzie laughed and squeezed Adam's leg before motioning for him to look at Brett, who looked like he was going to pee his pants.

"She doesn't like guys who think they can get whatever they want or that they walk on water," Brett stammered slightly.

"Well, that sucks for you Randy because that's you, in a nutshell," MacKenzie laughed as she looked at him.

"Shut up, Mack," Randy growled as he stood up and stretched his arms out before looking at Adam and Mackenzie. "Get up you two."

Adam and MacKenzie raised an eyebrow as Brett and Nathan left the room to go up to Nathan's room to play a video game. They got up nonetheless and adjusted their wrinkled clothes before looking over at Randy.

"Why? What are we going to do now?" Adam asked, curiously.

"We're going to the mall," Randy smirked as he grabbed his wallet from the coffee table and shoved it into his back pocket.