A/N=I don't own anything. This will be a light romantic story with a twist towards the middle and the end but anyway I hope you all enjoy and please review! Thank you so much!

Beneath the colourful lighting that synched with the rhythm of the blaring music in the night club, four young men were seen near the bar, celebrating their university graduations by drinking as much as they could. One of them was John Cena, a Massachusetts native, who already drank too much and also danced with countless amounts of girls earlier that night.

"So, John, any girl that caught your eyes to be brought to Massachusetts as wife?" , Randy Orton asked playfully.

"What? Are you kidding me? These girls? Sure they're nice to look and good to be loved, but.."

"But what? Aren't you fear of not getting married anytime soon? Just take a look at Miz and JoMo, they flirted with many girls but at least they have girlfriends to marry"

"First of all, love and fear are not in my dictionary. Secondly, I'll get married but", he paused, "arranged!"

At another place

"Arranged? No! No! No! What kind of idiot would get married by their parents arrangement? That's old! But now, the term 'arranged marriage' have extinct!", a Latina woman named Eve Torres told her two younger sisters.

"So does that mean you'll find a loving boyfriend in Massachusetts to marry you one day, Eve?"

"Probably, who knows. But I'm sure there will be a man that I could love and would love me as much as I do. Then, we'll get married and.."

"You'll live happily ever after!", Eve's sister cut her off.

"Yeah, sis! But I'm going to miss you both though!", Eve hugged her sisters that was until their father came in to the room with a birthday cake.

"Hey sweetie, ready to make a wish?", he asked his oldest daughter.

"Sure I am, dad!", she closed her eyes for a while then blew the candle off, receiving claps from her small family.

Mr. Torres put down the cake on the table as he caressed Eve's face, "I can't believe you're growing older. Another month, then you'll finish college. It's sad that you have to take the examinations in Massachusetts. Luckily, my friend is there to take care of you with his family. So you ready for your trip tomorrow?"

"I think so, dad! I'm going to miss all of you though! I promise I'll come back with a confident face cause I'm going to pass all my exams, okay!"

"That's my girl", Mr. Torres exclaimed as he and his three daughters hugged happily.

The next morning

"Hello?", John spoke while he yawned.

"John! What time will you come home today?"

"Oh, it's you dad! Around 11-ish I think! The journey will only took two hours,"

"Okay, and now I assume you're on your way to the train station right now, right?", John Cena Sr. asked sarcastically.

"Nope! I wanna sleep for another while. Why, dad?"

"Well, son, I suggest you to take a look on the clock right now. You won't regret it!", he chuckled a bit.

John tried his best to open his eyes and take a peek at the clock, "It's just 8.30 and I'll departed at 9!"

"Uh huh?"

John suddenly woke up fully as he cursed himself, "Shit! I'm late! Gotta go now, dad! Bye!", he hanged up.

John quickly stuffed all his things in his bag as fast as he could. When he was done, he quickly stepped into the shower, hoping he could catch the train on time.

It was 8.55 in the morning as John was running around the station, trying to find the train to Massachusetts. Luck was nowhere beside him as he collided with someone. John looked at his own jacket, which was now covered in chicken porridges, which might be served for the passengers later.

"Oh my god! Sir! I'm very very sorry about that! I was in a rush to the train that will depart at 9, sir!", the man spoke with somewhat an Italian accent.

"At 9? To where?"

"Massachusetts, sir!"

Just then, John got an idea. He faked cry, "Massachusetts? Oh no! That's where I'm going but I got robbed and now you spilled the foods on me. I'm so unlucky today! Maybe I won't have the chance to meet my family ever again! Noooooo!", he dramatically said 'no' as if he was a Broadway actor.

"Please, don't cry, sir. I'll try my best to help you!"

"Really?"

"Yes, Sir..?"

"Cena!"

"Sir Chena!"

Meanwhile, Eve was already sitting in the train, with a fussy scriptwriter beside her, a sleeping old man and a patriotic man in front of her. Not wanting to be rude for not talking to them, she pulled out her Nicholas Sparks' novel entitled 'The Notebook'. Sadly, she couldn't focus on the book as the scriptwriter kept yelling to his assistant, who was standing right next to him. She was further bothered when a manly voice yelling "Cool drinks!" repeatedly.

The man was stopped by the patriotic man, "Hey kid! Come here!"

"Yes sir?"

"What you got?"

"Coke, soda, Pepsi..."

"One Pepsi for me!", he cut him off.

"Here you go, sir!"

He gave the seller a crisp one dollar bill, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Jo.. I mean Santino Marella! Tino for short!", John looked on the shirt's name tag and at the same time cursed himself for the silly nickname he got for 'him'.

"It's funny that you look like a true American but your name says otherwise"

"Believe me, this is not the first time!", he lied as he looked at the scriptwriter, "How about you, sir? You want a drink?"

"Can't you see I'm busy brainstorming my scripts for the romantic film of the year? God dammit!"

"Want me to help you with it?"

"Oh please me with your bright ideas!", the scriptwriter said sarcastically.

"Okay, let's say one of the best stealer scene starts with the hero..."

"Paul's the hero and Stephanie's the heroine", the assistant spoke.

"Right! Let's start with Paul starting his car engine as he was driving to Stephanie's place. He sped his Ferrari car until he reached Stephanie's mansion. There, he asked the guard, "Where's Steph? The love of my life?". Then the guard will say "She's going out since the morning and not yet coming back". Disapppointed, Paul get in his car and sped back to the street that is until his car collided with a Mercedes Benz, which he recognized so much. The woman inside it got shocked and get out of the car, taking a look at her car's crashed parts. Then..."

"Then what?", the scriptwriter finally seemed to take an interest.

John walked towards Eve, knelt down and put her book down so they would be face to face, "Then he walked towards Stephanie and said, "Do you know how much I'm worried since you didn't answer my call? I found out the truth! It's my dad who wants to break us apart! But I don't give a damn cause I love you! I love you to death, baby! And believe me, we'll run away far from here, where those culprits can't find us. We'll get married and we're gonna have babies together. We'll grow old together and live happily ever after!". Finally, they kissed and the end!"

Both John and Eve didn't looked away from each other until the three men clapped their hands, "Marvellous, Tino! You should be a scriptwriter, just like me!".

John stood up, "If I do your job, then who will do mine? No one, right? I guess I gotta serve the others now!", he saluted them and giving Eve a wink, which caused her to melt in her own state.

"Cool drinks! Cool drinks! Cool drinks!", his voice faded away and Eve wondered will they cross path again.

Please review. Thank you. I might update it next week if I'm not in the mood to revise for my exams.