I ran after her, opening the door right after she slammed it in my face. I walked in the bed room and I sat on the bed she was lying on.
"Mack?"
"How could you do this?" she said quietly, not even looking at me.
"I mean, I like her, a lot and I thought you two got along pretty good…and"
"NO dad, I could care less about Ashley! She's awesome. If you HAD to date someone, I'm glad it's her! I'm mad because you kept it from me for two weeks! You lied to me dad."
"I never lied."
"Well, you never actually told the truth either…sounds familiar, huh?" she said, finally looking at me. That's when it hit me…I did the same thing to her that she did to me about Shane…I kept a major part of my life secret from her. "Besides, it was obvious you two liked each other…I was just wondering what took you so long…I'm just mad cause you screamed and yelled at me for something and then turned around and did the EXACT same thing to me. No secrets, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember, I'm sorry baby girl."
"It's alright, you'll make it up to me…I've never been to a Canadian mall before…" she said. I groaned…she was gonna want the credit card. The girl was a serious shop-a-holic. I sighed and nodded, and then I hugged her.
"I'm sorry girl."
"It's alright…I just wish you would have told me…I'm in good with her, I could have set you two up!" she joked.
"Stacy did." He shrugged.
"That's why she called the house that day!" She laughed. "I thought she liked you!"
"No…Stace is cool…but that's Shane boy's girl." I said, walking over to my bag and shedding my jersey.
"Oh…I'm going to bed now daddy…I'm tired."
"Alright, get some sleep." She crawled in to bed and I caught a glimpse of something black on her back.
"Hey Mack?"
"Yeah dad?"
"What's that on your back?"
Mack's POV
When we got off of the plane in Montreal, it was so awesome…I was in another country! Yeah, the gang and me were grounded for the club incident in Pittsburgh…we weren't allowed to go with dad to any appearances for a week…luckily, the Teen Choice Awards had been filmed that Sunday and our punishment didn't start till Monday! We also couldn't use the ring to practice, or go anywhere without him. I guess we deserved it…..and it was worth it! We were in the hotel room while dad did an autograph signing bored out of our minds.
"I'm hungry…"
"Mack, we're all hungry."
"Let's order room service." I said over my grumbling stomach. We ordered 9 burgers, one for each of us girls and two for each of the pigs and shakes. The food arrived and we ate while watching MTV.
"You know, I would strangle my kid if they were that bratty…" Shane said, motioning to the girl crying to her dad about how her mom shut off her credit card.
"That's why you shall not have a brat, Shane." Sam smirked. "Mack wouldn't allow it! Spoiled, maybe, but brat…don't think so!" she said.
"I'd spoil my kid rotten, sorry."
"But they wouldn't be like these kids!" Nia said, gesturing to the TV.
"Oh Hell no…this is just sickening. Daddy, mom shut off my credit cards! What a little brat…if I'm like them at 16…shoot, kill and mutilate me." I said, taking a sip of my strawberry shake.
"My Super Sweet 16…these kids SUCK!" Chris said throwing a fry at the insanely rich girl on the Screen.
"I'm having a Sweet 16 party…it'll be a costume party…Marc'll DJ, and that's about as awesome as it'll get…no frills, no big entrances, no helicopters, limos, nothing like that. Just a huge party at grandpas…probably in the back yard…"
"Dude, you're not even 15 yet, and you're already planning this?"
"Uh, yeah?" I laughed. We were still lying around 3 hours later when Dad came in with Ashley from the signing. We were still watching My Super Sweet 16…it was a marathon…there was nothing else on.
"Hey guys." He said, putting his stuff on the ground. We grunted some type of greeting; we were mesmerized at how annoying these kids were.
"Interested much?" Ashley laughed.
"No, these kids are so…irritating. DUDE, this girl called her dad to tell on her mom cause she turned of her kid's credit card!" Shane said.
"Brat." Ash muttered.
"Tell me about it. This girl didn't talk to her parents for three days cause her car wasn't coming the day of her birthday and was gonna come two days after." Chris said, rolling his eyes.
"At least she got a car…"
"Dad, she was getting a BMW! Or was it a Range Rover?" I said, stopping to think about it.
"I don't care if it was a Pinto…she's lucky she got a car!" dad said, getting mad.
"Dad…just watch the show…it's just wrong how people can be so rich and act like babies!" I laughed.
We watched an episode, and then dad looked at me.
"You better not want something like that for your 16th." He said.
"Dad, I already have my party planned out…."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be…listen, I'm having a Sweet 16 party…it'll be a costume party…Marc'll DJ, and that's about as awesome as it'll get…no frills, no big entrances, no helicopters, limos, nothing like that. Just a huge party at grandpas…probably in the back yard…"
"Not scared anymore." He laughed. "It's almost time for RAW…come on." He said, grabbing his bag. I grabbed my messenger bag and we went to the Arena. We didn't really know what to do with ourselves…we usually went down to the ring and played…but dad made us leave everything at the hotel. We went to the ring anyway and just lay in the middle of the ring and talked.
"This sucks." Lance grumbled.
"At least he didn't send you guys home like he said he would." I shrugged. I was lying on Lance's Stomach, and Shane was lying on mine…Nia was on Shane's stomach, and Chris was on Nia's. Sammie was lying on Chris's and Lance was lying on Sammie's. We were in a circle of sorts…just lying there in the empty arena.
"Yeah…that would have sucked…then we'd miss Summer Slam on Sunday." Chris said.
"What, no music this week?" A voice called. I sat up, Much to Shane's complaints to see none other than Big Paul standing there leaning against the apron amused. I hadn't seen him in so long and I jumped up and ran over to him.
"BIG PAUL!" I screamed when he picked me up. "Put me down…I wanna go lay back down and be a lazy teenager."
"Fair enough…but why no music, you don't like Canada or something?"
"Not that…we're grounded. We snuck off and went to a party last week…dad found out, and we're not aloud to rehearse for a week, and we can't hang with dad during his appearances for a week." I said, lying back down. Paul climbed in and sat on the ground and smirked.
"You just can't seem to stay out of trouble, can you?"
"Do I even need to answer that?" I said, closing my eyes…Paul said he had to get going and I think that once he left, and there was complete silence in the empty arena…we all fell asleep.
JOHN'S POV
"I don't know…do you think I will?"
"Woman, you gave your phone number out to the entire world last week. You more real than any other woman going against you. You're smart, funny, already have a mind for the business, you already started training…come on…you're gonna win." I said, kissing Ash's forehead.
"I don't know…I mean, Leyla has that whole…"
"Wardrobe Malfunction deal? She hit Earl Hebner in the nuts…no one likes her for that! Earl is one of the most respected ref's on Raw…what she did put her in a lot of people's bad book."
"Do you really think I'll win though?"
"ASH!" I said. "Hey, where are Mack and the other kids?" I said suddenly.
"Are they still in the ring?" she said, walking down towards gorilla. We walked down the ramp and to the ring and saw a group of superstars standing around the ring laughing at something. We walked and looked in the ring, and sure enough, they all were in there, and they all were asleep. I looked over at Christy who was in the ring about to wake them up and winked.
"Let me do it…"
"Really? Don't do anything mean…" she said, giving me a look.
"ME? Mean? I'd never…" I said sarcastically. I went over to a tech guy and asked him to play my theme for a sound check…of course, he listens, and my music plays.
Mack jumps up and starts screaming at the others.
"THEY'RE STARTING THE SHOW! OH MY GOSH GET UP, WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" she screamed, kicking at the guys to get them up. I was on the floor laughing while Ash hit me in the back of the head for being so mean to my daughter.
"The show doesn't start for another hour, but they're opening the doors!" I said trying not to laugh again and failing miserably.
"Oh…come on guys…" she said, getting out of the ring and punching me in the shoulder as she walked past me.
"Oh, come on, that hurt!" I said rubbing my shoulder. She stuck her tongue out at me and walked back up the ramp.
RAW was going on smoothly…I won my match against the Assclowns known as Carlito and Chris Jericho, and Ashley won the Diva Search Competition.
"C! I did it!" she shrieked when she saw me waiting for her in gorilla.
"I told you…you just didn't want to believe me." I laughed, hugging her.
"You know, this causes for a celebration…come on I'm taking everyone out to eat!" she yelled. Who all came? Well, Me, Stacy, Matt, Jeff, Shelton, The weirdo Heartthrobs, (they just wanted to see if Ash was taken…man were they disappointed) and Lillian Garcia along with Christy and Maria. I sent the kids back to the hotel, and I didn't tell them that Shane, who was wiped from his match, was watching the door incase they tried something stupid.
"So…who wants to do some shots?" Christy said suddenly. I locked eyes with Shelton and nodded.
"I'm in!" I laughed at the same time Shelton did. Jeff and surprisingly Lillian were up for it too. We had a good time and eventually made it back to the hotel around 4 that morning…I just crawled into bed with Mack with all of my clothes on an I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
MACK'S POV
When I woke up around 7:30, dad was in bead…still wearing all of his clothes…when I say all of his clothes, I mean all his clothes. He even had his belt still around his shoulder. I wonder if he remembers any of last night? I thought to myself. I could her him stumbling down the hall screaming "the champ is here" at the top of his lungs…he came in ten minutes later…I just lay there and I tried not to laugh.
I got up and pulled dad's shoes off and took his belt off of his arm. Then I threw a cover over him and went in the other room where the guys were still sleeping. I turned the TV on and kept the volume low so as not to wake up my dad. Then I flopped on the couch…where Shane was sleeping and started to sing along with the Spongebob Squarepants theme song.
"Come on Mack…get up! Let me sleep" he whined. I just squeezed myself in front of him and kept watching Cartoons. He just put his arm around my waist and buried his face in my neck…he fell right back asleep. After watching an episode of Spongebob and the Fairly Odd Parents…I fell asleep too, and that's how Chris, Lance, Sammie, Nia and Ash found us at 11.
ASH'S POV
I got up and went to John's room to see if he was horribly hung over…something told me that he would be…it could be the 10 or so shots of Tequila he did…I knocked on the door, and Mack's friend Lance answered it, looking like he'd just woken up.
"Hey Ashley…Mr. C is still sleep…" he said, letting me in. We stepped over Chris and I looked at the other couch…Mack and Shane looked so cute. He was holding on to her and she was cuddled into his chest…their hands were linked together.
"AAAWWWW," I cooed. I took out my camera phone and took a picture of them. Then I sent the picture to Mack's phone…not to mention Stacy's and Christy's. Then the bedroom door opened and Shania and Sammie came out, rubbing their eyes. They took one look at Shane and Mackie and ran back into the room. Five seconds later, they returned with a digital camera and took a picture of them.
"Awww," they cooed.
"I said the same thing." I said, laughing.
"They are the cutest couple…" Sammie smiled, turning off the camera.
"When did you get here?" Shania asked me.
"Two minutes ago…John still asleep?"
"Yeah…go on in and wake him up if you want…"
I went in the room and smiled. John was tangled up in the covers and looked like a little boy…well, a little boy if he was 6'1 and 240 pounds. He was snoring and he was smiling a little. I sat on the edge of the bed closest to him and lay my head just inches from his face.
"WAKE UP!" I said, laughing when he nearly fell out of bed.
"Jesus Ash…what the hell was that for?"
"I'm up, so you should be up too." I shrugged. "AND I wanted to see if you were hung over."
"You know, I do have a small hangover…make that a big one…" he mumbled. I laughed at him and lay down beside him.
"I'd kiss you, but you have morning breath." I teased.
"Fair enough…" he yawned. "What time is it?"
"Almost 11:30...Only you and your daughter are still asleep…and Shane." I said, thinking about the picture I'd just taken.
"I like to sleep…leave me alone." He laughed. I hit him with a pillow and jumped out of the bed.
"I know we've only been dating a short time…but I have to tell you this…" I said getting serious.
"Alright…lay it on me." He said.
"You…smell…really bad."
"OH, that one hurt." He laughed. He got out of bed and grabbed some junk out of his bag. "In that case, sweetheart, I'm gonna go shower." He said, putting a very strong Boston accent on the word sweetheart.
"Good, stinky."
He stuck his tongue out and ducked into the bathroom, avoiding the pillow I threw at him. I walked back out into the living room and saw that everyone was awake, and Mack had Chris laying flat on his back and she was straddling his torso. She was hitting him in his head with a pillow while the others cheered her on.
"What's going on?" I said, slightly amused.
"Chris pulled me off of the couch! DIE!" she screamed, laughing. She hit him with another pillow and he screamed for help.
"Dude, you're on your own…I was comfortable!" Shane said, sitting on the chair.
"Okay, Okay people, come on and chill for a sec, alright? We get to go to DC for Summerslam…so I'm guessing you have to pack?" I said, getting their attention. Everyone took turns in the shower, and then I went to my room and packed up my stuff. I rode with John to the Airport and we took off for Washington DC.
"I can't believe that we're in DC! This is the coolest city in the world!" Mack said, looking around as John drove through the city. "Hey Dad, Can we go to the International Spy Museum? I heard that place is sick. My friend Kristin went there with her parents last summer, and she said it was a lot of fun…Can we go?" she said, leaning over the seat.
"Well, technically, you guys are still grounded…"
"COME ON MAN!" Shane said, whining.
"PLEASE MR. C?" Chris asked from the back.
"DAD! Come on…We're in DC!" she whined.
"It'll be fun!"
"Well, alright, I guess…the deal is…I go to my Radio Interview…and you guys don't get into ANY trouble…then I'll take you on Saturday…fair?"
"Fair." We nodded.
Mack's POV
The Spy Museum is so awesome! They have this vent that you have to crawl through and keep quiet in; you can't make any thumping noises or anything, and there's a sound sensor. If you make too much noise in it, this alarm goes off. It's so cool! DC was one of the first cities that we acted like tourists in, not counting New York. We did the whole memorial thing, and did a couple museum tours too. It was a lot of fun too! We were sitting in the hotel getting ready to leave for Summerslam, and I was still getting dressed. Normally, I didn't take forever, but dad said he had a surprise for me after the show. I wanted to look presentable.
"MACK HURRY UP!"
"Hold on a Second!" I yelled back, trying to decide on a top. I decided on a military green Chaingang t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off and it was cut so it was a mid drift. I added a denim jacket that matched the jeans I was wearing and added a military green beanie. I came out and dad sighed.
"Finally!"
We got in the car and drove to the MCI center. Dad got us perfect seats…to the right of the ring, and we were actually sitting next to Nick and Brooke Hogan and Bam Margera.
"Hi, I'm Nick, this is my sister Brooke…this is Bam." He smiled.
"I'm Mack, and this is Shane, Chris, Sammie, Lance and Shania." I said, smiling. We watched Summerslam happily. When Dad's match started, he came over and kissed me on the forehead and slapped hands with everyone. I was sitting between Nick and Shane, and I dug my nails in their arms so many times that they switched seats halfway through the match and I was between Bam and Chris. I dug into their arms for the rest of the match and I screamed at the top of my lungs when dad won. I jumped in Chris's arms' and we celebrated Dad's win. Hogan's match was epic. He kicked Michael's ass after a while. And when Summerslam was over, we all made our way backstage to the waiting superstars.
"Hey, you're the girl they're all talking about." A voice said. I turned around to see Batista standing there in Jeans and a black muscle shirt.
"People are talking about me?"
"Yeah…you're the girl with the band on Raw, right?"
"Uh…yeah."
"Then you're the girl everyone's talking about. John told me to find you and bring you to him." He said, smiling. We followed him to catering and in the room were my dad, and half of the Superstars from both sides.
"DAD!" I smiled, diving in his arms. "You won! You did it!"
"I know, I did huh?" he smirked. "Mack, this is a party for you…think of it as…a back to school slash going away party." He said.
"Party?"
"MACKIE-O!" I heard someone yell. I turned around to see James, Greg, Paul and Courtney standing there smiling. I threw myself into their group hug and smiled at them.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"Watching Summerslam?" Court said.
"Visiting you for a day?" Paul offered.
"I think you need to stop asking so many questions and just have some fun." James said, kissing my cheek.
I turned back to my dad.
"What's all this about?"
"Well…I talked to Jeff Hardy yesterday, and he told me that he knew someone who knew someone in the record business…"
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"Maybe I should handle this one John." A voice said. We looked to see none other than Fred Durst; I'm not kidding! Fred Durst was there and he was standing next to my dad and he was smirking at me. "So you're Mackie?" he asked.
I just nodded.
"Well, my friend Stacy told me that you were a part of a band…and that they were a pretty awesome band."
"We're okay, I guess." I said, looking at Lance, Chris and Shane.
"Well, I'd like to hear for myself, if that's okay with you." He said, pointing to a little makeshift stage area. A drum set, a guitar, a bass and a mike were set up…they'd planned all of this.
"Guys, feel like playing?" I said, knowing the answer.
"YEAH…I can't believe we're about to play for Limp Bizkit!" Lance said, running over to his spot.
"Jam." I whispered. Jam was one of my favorite songs. It was a collaboration of me and Chris and it had a purely punk sound to it. Shane played the first chords and I started to sing.
Don't need no body there
I could be anywhere
Just give me a dance floor and a DJ
to get away from it all
(Chorus)
And I'll Jam
I'll drift away and just Jam
I'll get away from it all if I can Jam
That's all I need to do is just Jam
Yeah
When everything just starts to get to be too much,
I'll just grab my headphones and a CD
And with the world I'll lose touch
I don't need anyone to talk to
I don't nee anyone to be there
All I need is music,
It'll take me anywhere
(Chorus)
And I'll Jam
I'll drift away and just Jam
I'll get away from it all if I can Jam
That's all I need to do is just Jam
Yeah
Just JAM
When we finished, everyone clapped and I looked back at Shane and Chris. They winked and I stuck out my tongue. I turned back to the crowd and saw James and the guys clapping loudest.
"Wanna do Move Your Body?" I said, turning back to them.
"Let's do it." Lance nodded.
"DAD!" I said, motioning for him to come forward.
"What's up?"
"We're doing Move Your Body. You gotta do your part." I smirked.
"Alright…fair enough." He shrugged.
After we performed the song, we went and joined everyone else. We were having a good time…a real good time. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and I bumped into Chris Jericho who was leaving the building.
"Sorry," I mumbled, walking past him.
"Hey Kid?"
"Yeah?" I said, turning around.
"You can play…really well. Great job up there…I was watching from the door." He said.
"You know, there was a time when you and my dad were friends…I remember you were at Dad's house playing Playstation the first night I was there. I hope you two work out your problems, cause you still are one of my favorites, even if I hate what you're doing right now." I said, shrugging and turning to go back to my destination.
"Mackie."
"You know my name now?" I laughed.
"I always knew it…from day 1…you're a great kid Mackie…you're gonna go far in this business…be it here or music. You're going places Kid…who knows, maybe you'll open for Fozzy?"
"Maybe," I smiled. "See you around Jericho." I smiled…I hoped we'd started breaking the ice between him and my dad.
"Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you gonna try and work things out with my dad?"
"Yeah…once I figure out a way to get out of this deal I have with Bischoff…"
"Good…I wouldn't mind having another Uncle." I said.
"Well, you'd make a pretty cool niece…I could teach you a thing or two huh?"
"I told you, I already had things covered with my stage work…my dad's got it covered." I laughed. Chris gave me a wave and walked off. I went to the bathroom and came back and jumped on my dad's back.
"There you are...I got an announcement…well, Fred here has an announcement. HEY EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"
"Oh, now that was really tactful Cena…what ever happened to the tap on the glass with a fork technique? " Uncle Randy laughed.
"Where do you see a glass or a fork in here?" I asked.
"Never mind…continue…"
"Fred has an announcement." Dad finished.
"Well, I listened to these guys play…and I'm impressed. You guys are one of the best bands I've heard in a while." He said, looking at me and the guys. "And…I was wondering if you'd like to sign with Flawless Records."
I just stared at him open mouthed. All four of us had that 'fish out of water' look on our faces.
"Are…are you serious?" I said deathly quiet.
"No, you've just been punk'd," he said sarcastically. "Yeah I'm serious! I want you guys on Flawless Records. You guys are awesome!" he smiled. I looked over at Chris who was on my left and Lance who was on my right. We screamed at the same time.
"OH MY GOSH DAD CAN I PLEASE I SWEAR I WILL NEVER ASK YOU FOR ANYTHING THIS BIG UNTIL I'M LIKE…25. I WANT TO DO THIS SOOOO BAD! PLEASE DADDY, PLEASE?" I said, looking at him, everyone backing me up.
"Come on John, how are you gonna say no to that face?" Rey joked.
"Yeah John, let your little girl sign with the record company…you can have a lawyer look at the contract beforehand…it'll work out." Dave (Batista) said. Dad looked at me and gave me a serious look.
"You better stay on Honor Roll, cause if you don't I'll break it." He said.
"Dad, I swear, I will stay above a 3.5 until I graduate if you let me do this." I pleaded.
"Well…alright.'
"OH MY GOSH DAD I LOVE YOU!" I shrieked diving in to his hug. He laughed and hugged me back.
"Yeah, well, you're not too bad yourself.' He joked. Everyone went back to eating and talking after this and then Paul (London) came up to me.
"Mackie-McQueen!" he said, hugging me and swinging me in a circle.
"Paulie! Why haven't you called?"
"Well, I was busy Squirt. I was trying to get in shape to come back and get my title again." He shrugged. "So…congrats on the record deal." He smiled.
"Thanks! I am so psyched."
"Yeah, I bet you are." He laughed. "Hey, do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" I said, straining my ears to hear over the noise in the room.
"It sounds like your destiny is knocking." He said, looking down at me.
"I guess I should go answer it then, shouldn't I?"
THERE IT IS, THE FINAL CHAPTER IS DESTINY'S KNOCKING AT MY DOOR! I KNOW I SAID IT WOULD BE A COUPLE OF CHAPPIES, BUT I COULDN'T HANDLE IT ANYMORE…I'M ALREADY ABOUT 3 CHAPTERS INTO THE SEQUAL AND I COULDN'T WRITE ANY MORE WITHOUT GIVING AWAY TOO MUCH FOR THE SEQUAL! SO, THERE'S THE END OF THIS ONE, AND I WANT TO SAY THANKYOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO READ AND/OR REVIEWED MY STORY. I REALLY APPRECIATE IT, AND I HOPE YOU STICK AROUND FOR THE SEQUAL, DESTINY FULFILLED COMING SOON!
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