Yes, I have quite a few other stories that I still need to update/finish, and I promise to get to those soon.

Hope you enjoy the first read and don't forget to let me know what you think!

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On the road for more than 300 days a year, give or take a day. You really don't get a lot of time to just be yourself. John Cena knew all too well what that was about. Being a WWE superstar had and would always be a dream that became true for him, but there were still days where he just wanted to be back at home, joking around with his dad and brothers. Hanging out with old friends. Instead, he barely got to see any of his family or friends, only but a few good times a year. Mostly holidays. Sure he got days off, but while he resided in Florida, everyone was still back in Massachusetts.

He heard the knock on the door and already knew what it was about before they even said anything. "Cena, you're on in five!" Like he couldn't keep track of time himself. Throwing the personalized merchandise on, John grabbed the infamous studded championship belt and made his way out for another night of entertainment television.

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Jordan Cross slipped off the white lab coat, letting it hang perfectly off one of her dining room chairs. Just as she did every night she got home, with the cup of tea in her hand, Jordan curled up on the couch and let herself aimlessly flip through the channels. It'd either stop on one of those too good to be true Lifetime movies or whatever show was on Court TV that night.

"Lifetime it is." Jordan decided out loud. But just as she was about to get settled, she saw that all too familiar face gracing her television screen. The sigh escaped as she watched the blue eyed male talk into the microphone. Of course, this hadn't been the first time she'd seen him. Even if you weren't a fan of the sport, you somehow still managed to know something about it.

She didn't notice herself smiling at the way he laughed. Getting mad at herself for it, Jordan clicked the off button. There was going to be no more of that for her tonight.

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The sweat trickled down his brow, as he pushed his way through the curtain. Nodding his head, when his just then opponent tossed him a bottle of water. "Thanks."

Randy Orton just gave a simple smile in return. "Got anything going for tonight?"

John shook his head as he gulped the water down. "Nah. Just gonna go back to the hotel and catch up on some much needed sleep."

Randy snorted in return. "You're officially one boring dude."

"Whatever." John shrugged.

"Come on, Johnny Boy." John just gave an 'are you serious with that nickname' kind of look. Randy paid no attention though. "You're the one that's still single here, but yet you never go out anymore."

John rolled his eyes. "I don't have time to be going out. And personally?" He paused to toss the empty bottle into the trash. "I'm perfectly fine with that."

Randy gave a pity laugh and shook his head. "Well, Lashley and I are going out for a few drinks, after we leave here. If you change your mind, just hit me up."

"Yeah. See ya."

Randy frowned at the lack of response shown by his friend. He watched as the male gave him a lazy salute, before entering the locker room that wore his name. "That dude has some issues." He spoke out loud to no one but himself and the empty hallway.

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