A/N: Co-written with RockyGirl19.

A/N 2: I would like to thank all my readers and reviewers. You guys are AWESOME! You know who you are.

A/N 3: This takes place during Alex's time during NXT. It does not follow A Love That Comes True storyline.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Prologue

There he sat at the bar nursing a bottle of beer. His blues were on his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He was a good looking thirty something year old. He had blond eyes and dark blond hair even though he kept it covered with his baseball cap. When he smiled, he had these dimples that melted anyone that looked his way. Tonight, he did not smile. Tonight, his face held sadness. He was alone like he always was. It was not loneliness of friends, he had plenty. It was loneliness of the heart that made him somber.

He turned around to stare at everyone that had gathered for the night. Mike sat with Jericho and Edge, who had his arm around Chris's shoulder, lowly talking. Vladimir and Evan slow danced together. Ted and Maryse made out in a corner. John Morrison laughed at a joke that Punk told while Ron or R-Truth shook his head.

The man sighed and turned back to his drink. It was not like he did not want a relationship. He tried with both men and women in and out of the industry, but nothing panned out. He always ended up heart-broken or breaking hearts. Sure, he loved his job, who wouldn't? He as the face of WWE and had legions of fans. He hated his love life though. Going home on breaks to an empty house or going back to the hotel room to an empty bed made the void even better.

"You alright?" Randy asked as he sat down.

The man nodded.

"Cena, we've been friends for far too long," Randy stated. "I know when something is wrong. Sir, can I have a beer?"

The bartender completed his order.

Randy studied his best friend as he drank his beer. "Let me guess, same old shit, huh?"

Cena chuckled.

"If you don't want to be alone, then do something about it."

"I have...time and time again."

"Dude, you have to let go of the past before you can move on," Randy said. "I know you loved him, but you let you go. He wanted something else. Let him go and once you do, you'll be happier for it. I know your love life would be."

"What ever, dawg." Cena stared in the mirror and saw Mike throwing glances their way. "Your boyfriend's wanting your attention."

Randy looked over his shoulder and smiled. "I'll talk with you later, man."

Cena nodded as Randy squeezed his shoulder when he went back. Cena watched as his friend sat down beside Mike and gave him a kiss. The Viper threw his arm over the young man's shoulder and pulled him close. They both listened to Jericho and Adam talk.

Cena smirked and looked away. He was lost in thought until the door opened. He straightened up and stared at the young man. He was muscular and built like a football player or wrestler. He looked to be an inch or two taller than Cena. His dish water blond hair was kept short but longer then the champ's. Because he was far away from Cena and the bar was dim, he could not make out the newcomer's eyes.

A smile played on Cena's lips as he looked over the young man.

"Alex!" Mike called.

The young man smiled broadly, causing Cena's heart to skip a beat. Alex strode over and pulled up a chair to sit with the group.

So, that's Mike's protege, Cena thought with a smile.