Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I sighed, and quite frustrated, got up from the bench i was sitting on to pace the floor of the airport once again. My brother, Randy Orton, never was a man that knew how to put a watch to good use. I glanced at the clock on the wall, which read 2:27, and after being stuck at an airport for nearly two hours, i decided randy was either going to answer the phone, or get a rather rude voicemail from me.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hey, You've reached the voicemail of the legend killer. Leave one and i'll get back at ya."

"Randy, my patience went out the window a hour ago, and i'm sick of being stuck here." I paused, letting out a sigh. "I knew you'd make me regret-"

"Regret what? Not coming sooner?" he said as he took my cell phone and flipped it shut. I turned around and crossed my arms. "leave it to you to forget that your sister was flying in today, huh?"

"Elizabeth, I didn't forget you were coming." He said as he rolled my two sutcases behind him. "I got held up in a meeting with Vince."

"Uh-huh. betcha did."

"If you don't believe me, Just ask my witness."

"Alright randy, who did you pay to back up your lie THIS time?"

" I didn't pay anybody." He growled.

"Then who did you bribe to agree to lie for you?"

"Elizabeth, it's not a lie, nor did i have to bribe or pay anybody to back me up on this!" Randy was getting aggrivated, but i didn't care. He could of broughten George Washington back from the dead to back him up, and i'd still laugh to his face and say he lied.

Although..it wasn't George Washington.

As we got within a clear view of Randy's SUV, i knew exactly who he had tagging along with him.

"But I - You said - I thought -"

"Lizzie, stop babbling and get over here." John ordered, and i sure enough wouldn't be one to rebel on that command.

"I missed you." He whispered, although his whisper was half muffled by my hair.

"I missed you too." I whispered back as i squeezed my body against his, just taking in the smell and feeling of his body once again.

Every summer since my 21st birthday, it was kind of like an unwritten law that i had to come out and travel around with Randy, no matter what happened to be going on in my life, it always got put on the back burner for the summer. This was the third summer, and over the past two summers, John and I had became attached at the hip.

"You're going to suffercate each other." Randy said as he slammed the trunk shut, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Shut up, Randy." I said as I pulled away from John. "He's not the one that forgot I was coming."

"Neither did I!"

"Right, I forgot. It was all Vince's fault that you were late." I said nodding slightly. "Let's blame it all on Vince."

"You're impossible." Randy said rolling his eyes.

"Oh, come here you big baby." I loved teasing my brother. As a Little sister, it was my god given right to have the ability to tease him.

"I'm really sorry about making you wait. It wont happen again."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

"Alright, you're forgiven." I smiled.

"Enough of the brotherly - Sisterly bonding." John said as a smirk slowly made it's way to his face. "You might suffercate her." He said mocking Randy.

"Jealous much?" Randy pressed as he hugged me tighter to him.

"Randy, you're creeping me out." I hissed. "Let go."

John slapped Randy on the back as he tossed the keys to him. "Besides, i do more than hug her." He laughed as he winked at me.

"John!" I said sternly as i fought a giggle.

"Elizabeth Marie Orton!" Randy shouted as he turned on his heels to look at me. "Please tell me he's kidding!"

"Well..."

"Elizabeth!"

"Chill! I promise you nothing like that's ever happened. Right John?"

"Well.." John grinned.

"Johnathon Felix Anthony Cena." I said in disbelief through gritted teeth as i placed a hand on my hip. "Are you seriously going to make my brother go through that kind of torture by making him believe that you've done more than the obvious hug here, and kiss there?"

"Well.." He pressed again, pushing me closer to the edge as the seconds past. I crossed my arms and gave him the one thing i knew he feared the most; The look. It wasn't just a look that said "You're dead." or "Im going to murder you." It was the kind of look that interpreted to mean "If you dont fess up, you sure enough won't be getting anything out of me." It was the same look that i had to give him constantly, since he was always cracking on the subject of sleeping with me to Randy when he couldn't think of a good comeback.

"Randy, don't worry. We've done nothing but have good, clean fun. Right Elizabeth?" He said with a sly grin.

"Right. Now shut up and get in the car before you get me killed." I ordered. John didn't argue, he willingly climbed into the front seat, as did randy into the drivers, and as did I into the back. I prefered the backseat all to myself, that way I wasn't crowded.

Halfway to the Arena, John started with the jokes again.

"You know..." John let his voice trail off as he put his feet up on the dash and placed his hands behind his head. "The secrets stay between the sheets." He snickered.

"Johnathon Felix Anthony Cena!" I screamed.

"Full name used twice in one day?" John observed. "Touchy." He said waving his finger at me.

"Could you please stop making jokes? I wont last the summer if you don't shut up." I said, now beginning to whine as i realized how miserable John was going to make my summer if he didn't stop soon.

"Fine, my lips are sealed." He said as he motioned over his mouth as if he was zipping it up and tossed the key away. "All better. We're cool, right Randy? Nothing wrong in a little good hearted humor."

"Cool?" Randy Paused. "Yeah, we're cool. Although, i do believe i'm going to need a muzzle to keep your mouth shut."