I do not own any of the WWE, but I wish I did. The only person I own is Cassandra.

When we got out of the airport terminal, I looked around to try and find Jeff. I figured it wouldn't be hard. The multi-colored hair and torn up clothing would definitely stand apart. However, I couldn't see him, so I asked Randy if he would look since I'm only 5'3 and with him being at least 6 foot, he could see over the people.

With just one glance around the airport he shook his head. "Nope, I don't see him. Why don't you call him?"

"Yeah, I guess that would make sense."

"Well DUH!" Randy said making a face.

"Shut-up you smart aleck!"

I said as I dug my phone out of my purse and dialed Jeff's number.

He immediately answered it.

"Hey sis"

"Dude, where are you?"

"I'm headed towards the hotel, why?"

"Jeff! Remember me, your sister? You just ditched me!" I yelled.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and spun around.

"Cassandra, you can come back to the hotel with me, it's no big deal."

"Jeff, I'm glad you have nice friends because if you didn't I would be stuck here!" I said as I slapped my phone shut.

"He is so forgetful sometimes," I muttered as I looked up at Randy who was laughing at what I just said.

"Yeah, he is. I know cause' I hang out with him, but I didn't think he'd forget his own sister!"

"That's my brother for ya!"

"Randy, are you sure this isn't a problem?" I asked wanting to make sure I wouldn't be intruding.

"Why would I mind one of my biggest and most gorgeous fans coming back to the hotel with me?" He stated.

"Oh, shut up! Let's go get our bags." I stated and turned around before he could notice me blushing. Obviously Jeff had told him that I had a complete crush on him, which made me blush even harder. I was going to kill my brother for this.