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Rated M for Maturity: Swearing and Adult Nature

Chapter 1:

A heavy rain pounded against Kim's car window as she sat bundled up in a blanket watching vehicles drive by. She's been in Calgary, in a Wal-Mart parking lot for over five hours. She just couldn't stop thinking that this was the end of the road.

In her hand, her cell phone had a message already typed up saying, "I'm coming home. Nothing's working out like I planned." But for some reason, she just couldn't send it.

For once in her life she couldn't admit defeat. She worked so hard for this but it seemed that life had a different route for her.

Kim looked at the typed message and hesitated but finally sent the message. She quickly shut her phone off and started the engine. "I'm Not Perfect" from Hedley played as she drove herself out of the lot.

Even though she promised herself that she wouldn't give in to all the criticism and bullshit of everyone around her, she had to admit that she wasn't going to be going anywhere. The road was blocked and no one was letting her through. It's been three months since she's been home and she was starting to get home sick. She still wondered if her boyfriend would be waiting and willing to take her back. The fear swelled up inside her. It's going to be very strange and different for the both of them when she gets home.

After what seemed like hours, Kim finally got to the Calgary Airport. She parked the car and turned on her phone to send another text to her uncle saying that the car was at the Airport with the doors locked and keys in the trunk, (so bring the other set) and that she was sorry she had to leave so suddenly. There wasn't a future for her in wrestling and it was time to face reality and go home. Before she shut it off again, she noticed she had received a text from her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry love. I'll be waiting with open arms when you return."

With a smile and tear Kim shut off her phone. She left the blanket behind and popped the trunk. There was only a duffel bag full of her clothes and whatever else she brought to Calgary in it. She double checked to make sure she had everything then before closing the trunk she locked the doors and threw the keys in the trunk.

Kim checked in and then went through security where she sat on the other side waiting for her plane to arrive.

The flight had landed accordingly and when everyone filed out she headed downstairs to obtain her duffel bag. Everyone lined up around the rotating floor as bags came pouring out one by one. Kim patiently stood behind everyone waiting to get hers. Then she heard a bundle of screams coming from upstairs.

She looked up to see a hoard of people crowding around a man coming down the escalator. When he finally got downstairs she realized who it was. Her eyes became huge and her heart leaped into her throat.

John Cena walked patiently with the crowd to get his bag. He signed autographs and took pictures while he waited.

"Oh my god," she could hear a girl say to John, "I'm like your biggest fan. I have my room covered in pictures and I even got a spinning championship belt."

He had to be her favorite superstar but she felt that going over to see him would be intruding on privacy and he probably had to be somewhere. Kim dug out her IPod from her sweatshirt and put her ear buds in. She snuck a look at him where he had suddenly looked up at the same time and their eyes locked. Quickly she looked away and put her hood up, and pretended to be more interested in looking for her bag.

When she had grabbed it she went and sat down, waiting for her dad to show up to take her home.

Being so interested in her music, and trying to stare forwards, she pretended that he was not there. Thinking about it made her excited that she had an opportunity to meet someone she longed to meet but at the same time, it showed her that she could never do what he did.

She became so lost in thought in all she had done and wondering where her life was going to lead her, she didn't notice the presence that sat down beside her. She didn't look over to see who it was, thinking that it was probably another person waiting to be picked up. She turned her phone and glanced at the time. Her dad said he'd be here near 4:00. It was only 3:30.

Then suddenly another phone appeared in front of her where a text message had been written. It said, "Hey."

Kim looked up to see that the presence that had sat beside her was The Champ.

Embarrassed, she quickly took off her head phones and looked over at him.

"What song are you listening to?" he asked.

"B-beautiful from Eminem," she blushed. She could feel the heat racing to her face.

"Hmm…" John thought, leaning back in the chair. "You know, I don't recall hearing that song."

"It's very good," was all she could say.

"So are you waiting to be picked up?"

Kim nodded, "Yeah just came back from Calgary."

"Visiting relatives?"

"Sorta,"

"Sorta?"

She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him the story of what was happening. But then again, he was The Champ and he probably had his ups and downs too. But yet again, he probably has heard of so many people cry and moan that they couldn't cut out to be a pro wrestler.

"Uh… I was on a mission," she said, "Didn't work out so I'm back home now."

John looked at her with a quizzical look. "Must be a miserable failure." He said, "I can see a lot of sadness in your eyes."

"Yeah…"

Oh great. She didn't need this. A burning sensation filled her eyes, she knew that she was about to cry. She bit her lip and looked away.

"I'm sorry," he quickly replied, "I didn't mean to make you upset, I was just being honest and curious. If you don't want to say anything I'm cool."

She tried to laugh. "Don't worry about it. So why are you here in Winnipeg?"

"We just got back from Montreal. I booked my flight a little too late and only got one that had to stop at Winnipeg, to connect to another one tomorrow, unfortunately. It's a good thing it's only Wednesday, I don't really need to be in Vancouver until Friday."

"What are you going to do until then?"

John shrugged and looked down to his shoes, "Call the wife. Maybe go to a gym. Stay here."

"How is the wife?"

Kim could see him bite his lip.

"Sorry, I know you're very private. I didn't mean to intrude."

John just chuckled and then sat forwards leaning on his knees with his arms. "To be honest, my wife is being quite complicated. I mean, I don't blame her, me being on the road and stuff but I even ask her to come on tours but she doesn't feel like it. I try to be with her but how can I, when she can't give up some of her time to be with me?"

"I guess we both have something small in common."

"You're boyfriend?"

She nodded, "Ya, kinda scared. I've been gone for six months and he could never find the time or money to fly out to see me. I think he secretly wished or knew I wasn't going to make it. I can't believe how nervous I am, wondering if it will be another ending in my life."

"You know, sometimes I always questioned my relationships." John looked at her, "But I truly believe, that if you really love eachother as much as you think and believe, that you can make it work and just because you were gone, his feelings will always be the same just as you left."

Kim tried to smile. She really couldn't. Her nerves were getting the best of her.

"Ya," was all she could say. Then everything between them went silent.

A couple more screaming girls came running towards them and John Cena stood up, posed and signed pictures then security ushered them away, saying that they were making too much noise and disturbing the atmosphere.

"Kimberly!"

John and Kim looked up to see Kim's dad waving over near the doors. She got up and looked at John. She outstretched her arm and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you John," She said. "My dad's here, and I best get going."

"Pleasure to meet you, Kimberly. I guess I should be on my way also. Good luck with your boyfriend."

"Well I hope everything goes well with Liz."

Kim spun around and started to her dad. John smiled and watched her as she greeted him. He then grabbed his belongings and walked towards them. As Kim gave her dad a hug and he grabbed her bags something made John call out to her.

"Hey Kimberly! Could I quickly ask you something before you leave?"

"Ya sure,"

"Next time I'm in Winnipeg, think we could maybe grab a drink or something?"

She gave him a quizzical look.

"It would be nice to have someone just to chat and talk to you know, someone who doesn't scream my name while jumping up and down or someone I don't see everyday in my life."

"Oh ok. Ya I'm sure that can be arranged. When you going to be in town?"

John tried to remember, "Uh... I think within six months?"

"Ok."

"Could I have your number? If that's ok with you?"

Kim gave John her number and left with her dad. Giving one more last wave, she was gone.

John looked at the number on his phone and realized that he didn't ask her what her last name was. He debated whether he should text her right away then thought against it. He didn't want her thinking that he was hitting on her. She may not look like a super model but definately wasn't ugly. Then again maybe she was very exhausted to look her best. He noticed that she didn't have much make up on. He kinda wondered what she would look like if she did doll herself up.

Before another crowd of fans came rushing to him, he left the airport and a couple of security guards and held them off asking them to go grab their bags and when the coast was clear, they would be allowed to leave.

John grabbed a taxi and headed to the nearest hotel.