A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic, so I dunno how it's gonna go, but I'll try my best and everything so..here's the first chapter. Hope ya like!
Chapter 1: Hold Me Closely
She walked into the bar, slumped into a stool and ordered a drink.
"Who won their matches tonight?"
"Well I know John Cena won his," the man beside her replied.
"Ugh! The night my boyfriend breaks up with me, John Cena wins! Typical!" She sounded kind of depressed and in her own little world. The man laughed. It was then that she looked over to the man. 'Hmm…he looks somewhat familiar…' she thought. 'But I think I'd remember if I met him before. He's too good looking to forget!'
Meanwhile…
The man had just looked over to the girl on his right that had asked him the question. 'Hmm…I'd tap that!' That's about the time when he realized she was soaking wet and practically shaking from the cold, pouring rain outside and she didn't have a jacket.
"You look cold. Do you want my jacket?"
"Sure."
So he passed her his jacket and she put it on. It was at least two times too big for her but oh well, she wore it anyway.
"I'm Ashleigh," she said offering her hand to his.
"John, nice to meet you," and he shook her hand and shook it.
They never really talked to each other, just watched the t.v. in the bar all night and making the occasional comment on something stupid that was going on.
A few hours had passed and Ashleigh decided to leave.
"I think I'm gonna head home."
"Ashleigh, you are in no condition to drive home."
"That's cause I never drove."
"Well I'll drive you. It's getting late and I should go anyways."
"No, John I'm fine. I'll make it home…wherever that is." She tried to get up and walk away but failed miserably and fell. John picked her up and took her to his car.
"Ok Ash, where do you live?"
"Ha-ha! Oh yeah! Well you see, it's a funny story! When I said my boyfriend broke up with me, I meant he kicked me out of the house too!" By now she was in hysterical laughter and obviously very drunk.
"Um…nice of you to mention that BEFORE!"
"Well Johnny, you didn't ask BEFORE!"
"Ok then, my fault I guess."
"So…it's pouring rain, your drunk, in my car, and you don't have a place to stay. I normally wouldn't suggest this to someone I just met, but I don't want to leave you alone in a hotel room puking yourself to death. You can stay at my place tonight if you want. I mean, all things considered…"
"Well I'm drunk so why even ask me?"
John pulled into his driveway and looked over at Ashleigh. She had passed out during the ride home. He thought about just leaving her there for the night and not disturbing her but that wouldn't be too nice. So he figured since he suggested she stay at his house already, why not actually take her inside. He got out of his car, went around to the other side and picked her up once again. He took her to the guest room and laid her down on the bed. She was still soaking wet from the rain so he decided that he should go get her a shirt to sleep in because he couldn't just leave her like that. John reached for her hat and pulled it off her head. Ashleigh had a black eye. 'That's why she never looked me in the eye, or ever really looked at me for that matter,' he thought. Oh well, he'd deal with it in the morning. So he put her in his shirt and went to bed, himself.
The next morning Ashleigh woke up to a pounding headache and looked around the room. From what she could see, everything was blurry. 'Damn alcohol!' Nothing was familiar. She got up and made it down the stairs and into the kitchen where she saw someone sitting there. Well, at least she thought it was someone.
"Morning," she heard the figure say.
"Who are you and what am I doing here?" she yelled.
"You're here cause your boyfriend broke up with you. We met at a bar and believe me, nothing happened. You were too drunk to make it home. Then you told me you got kicked out because of your boyfriend and so I suggested that you could stay here for the night. As of my name, look at me and you'll see."
"I can't see cause my eyes are blurry, but by your voice, ok, this gonna sound weird, but you sound like John Cena."
He hesitated before replying "That's because I am."
Ashleigh rubbed her eyes before trying to look at him again. Through what she could see, it was him!
"Holy crap, you're John Cena! Oh my god!"
She covered her mouth and ran back up the stairs to where she slept the night before in the guest room.
John heard her door slam and walked up the stairs to her room and knocked on the door.
"Can I come in?"
"No! Go away!"
He laughed while opening the door and found her covered up under all the blankets and her face buried between two pillows. This made him laugh even harder.
"Ashleigh, you can't hide from me forever. After all, this is my house."
She poked her head out from between the pillows and pulled the blankets off of herself.
"I know, I'm sorry. Just let me go for a shower and then maybe I'll actually be able to look and talk to you like a normal person."
"Oh wait! Where are my clothes?"
"They're sitting on the chair, nice and dry. That would explain why you're wearing my shirt."
"Thanks," and she ran past him and into the shower.
"Girls these days!"
20 minutes later Ashleigh found herself pacing back and forth in the bathroom mumbling "Oh my god! I'm in John Cenas house, I was wearing his shirt! Oh my god, I was wearing his shirt! I'm in his house, I'm a fan of his and I was wearing his shirt! I can't do this, I can't talk to him! Ugh! Ash, how do you get yourself into these things?…" She was cut off by a knock on the door.
"Are you coming out or planning on wearing a hole in my floor?"
She came out and zoomed right past him and into her room and slammed the door.
"Ash, you seriously can't ignore me forever. You have to come out sooner or later and eventually talk to me."
She opened the door, "Hi! Bye!" and once again slammed it in his face.
"Oh, ok, you wanna play hardball, eh?" and he walked in her room and started to tick her.
"Johnny, stop! Stop! Please!" she managed through laughter.
"Ok, so if I stop, will you come downstairs, get over your fear and have a civil conversation with me?"
"Um let me think. No!"
"Ok! You're making it harder than it has to be, so you're making me do this."
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. When they got down the stairs, John threw her down on the couch.
"Ow!…I'm suing!"
"She speaks!" he gasped.
"Yes. I speak, I just choose not to speak to you!"
Ashleigh stuck her tongue out at him and ran into the kitchen.
"This might not be so bad after all! He's making it easy for me." She mumbled to herself.
She grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down. John came in and saw her staring into space. He grabbed a cup of coffee himself and sat down across from her.
Ashleigh didn't notice him there and tears began to fall down her face.
"Ash, what's wrong?"
She snapped out of her thoughts and finally noticed him there and got up and walked away.
He found her in her room crying and walked over to her.
"Come on, tell me what's up."
"It just hit me that Matt broke up with me."
"Awe, it's ok."
He held her in his arms until she cried herself to sleep. John laid her down and left.
He didn't know why he let this girl stay in his house. And now he was left wondering why he wanted to be her friend so badly. And most of all why he was holding her in his arms just moments ago and he didn't even know her…
I gotta get through this,
I gotta get through this.
I gotta make it, make it, make it through.
Said I'm gonna get through this.
I gotta get through this,
I gotta take my, take my mind off you..