Disclaimer: I do not own WWE, John Cena (I can only wish I did), Ashley Massaro, or any other Superstars or Divas for that matter—although I do own the story.

Title: You Promised Me Forever, All I Had Were My Hopes Up (Part I)

Pairing: Ashley Massaro/John Cena

They say that love is unpredictable. Love… it's such a complex word. It is something no one will avoid, something everyone feels in their lives.

William Shakespeare defined love as an "ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken."

I fell in love with someone—actually, I am still in love with him.

People have never understood how two people like us fell in love. We come from different lifestyles, we have a few interests in common, and… that's just about it—"they" see us as two very different people. But I fell in love with him… I actually fell in love with him… John Cena.

Our love began just after I won the Diva Search. I went backstage and people congratulated me. I was about to head back to my dresser room when he came up to me. Even at first, you'd know he's a nice guy that you're sure gonna get along with.

"Hey, Ashley," he greeted me happily. He bent over to give me a hug. "Congratulations," he whispered.

Tears of joy suddenly burst from my eyes. He looked at me smiling, and he wiped my tears away.

"No need to cry, Ash, you earned it." He cooed

I chuckled, "I guess I'm overwhelmed."

We stood for a moment in silence. Finally, I jerked my head towards the locker room door. "Do you wanna go out after the show?"

I swear his eyes glimmered as I asked him this. Surely enough, he said yes.

Our first day wasn't exactly classy, but I found it sweet that John took me out to Taco Bell. We were seated at the outdoor tables, in a cool-air starry night, and he came back with a tray of our food. I began to open the food and John took a Cracker Jack box from his pocket.

"Oh look," he said, holding up a necklace inside a plastic. "It's one of those hand-crafted accessories inside boxes of Cracker Jacks."

I just chuckled. "You like Cracker Jacks?"

He shrugged. "I eat 'em once in a while." He looked at the necklace. "I'd give it to you, but the pendant's a letter M."

"No problem," I said, chewing a piece of French fry. "My last name's a letter M, remember? Massaro."

He stood up and opened the plastic. He took a seat next to me and I turned to my side and held my hair up my neck so he can put on the necklace. I felt a chill as his skin touched against mine and as I turned, he had the most heart-racing grin on his face.

"Don't say I never gave you a bling."

We've been good friends since. Yes, we're "just" friends. You see, back then John and Amy (yes, I'm talking about Lita) were together, but their relationship was hitting rock bottom. Amy found out that John left the show and was pissed at him for not even telling her. She had no choice but to leave with Adam and the guys.

I can hear them fighting from the locker room next to where I was, and even Candice and I were talking about it.

"I don't understand John's attitude," Candice said, stretching her legs.

I looked up at her, an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

"Well," she shrugged, "When John's with Amy, he's a total ass, but when he's with you, he's a saint."

I actually blushed. Candice didn't seem to notice though.

"If you ask me, I think he likes you." She gave me a wink and I sat with my mouth gapped. "I've got a match coming up, see ya." She left the room, her black hair bouncing behind her.

END OF PART I