John's POV

Being a WWE Superstar is great. I get to wrestle, which I have loved all my life. I get to meet so many new, different people everyday. Yeah, sometimes it gets a little irritating having people being star-struck all the time, but once you get used to it, like I have, it's not so bad.

It also makes friendships easier because people already know stuff about you, so you don't have to explain your life to them. An example, most people know that I'm 33, Randy Orton is my best friend, my dad's name is John Cena Sr., my mom's name is Carol and I have four brothers: Sean, Matt, Steve, and Dan. There is one thing most people don't know about me though. I have a sister, she's the baby of the family.

Sara Ann Cena, 27 years old, sort of a black sheep in the family. It's not that she's a bad person or does bad things, just that her career choice is not what we, we being her family, wanted for her. Most brothers wouldn't like it if their baby sister was mostly naked n a magazine every month. I certainly know that I would rather have her be a Diva than a Playboy Bunny.

Yes, the famous John Cena's baby sister is a Playboy Bunny. I hate it, knowing that guys jack themselves while ogling her makes me want to burn every single copy of Playboy ever made, but she loves her job, so I stay quiet. We argue about it every now and then, but I always suck it up and get over it.

- One Monday Night Raw -

Randy and I were sitting in our locker room, waiting for Raw to end so we could go back to the hotel and get some much needed sleep. I was focused on the television, watching Punk spout his stupid Nexus bull to the fans. Randy was reading a rather large book, Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, you may not have guessed it but he is really fucking smart. I mean like border-line genius smart.

He glanced up from his book, surprised by what was on the coffee table, a Playboy was hidden under a couple of other magazines. Randy stopped reading and picked up the flimsy paper.

"John, why is there a Playboy on the table?" he asked me suspiciously.

"I dunno, maybe Ted left it. You know how he is with keeping his stuff together," I replied truthfully and shrugged, hoping he didn't notice the name of my sister on the cover. He made a disgusted face and read the front cover.

"Sara Ann Cena, hey, she looks a lot like you," Randy said while inspecting the cover after dropping it onto the table. I do have to admit, my sister is gorgeous. But she is my sister and that would be gross.

"Does she?"

"Yeah. Do you have a sister?" I shook my head. "That's weird. Cena is a very unique name. Italian, am I right?" he asked. I nodded, of course he was, stupid smart person.

"Rand, do you even have to ask if you're right?" I asked him while looking at him. He just smirked and went back to reading.

"Nope, just thought I would," he replied and went back to reading his book. That was too close for comfort. I picked up the magazine, aiming to throw it away before Randy stopped me.

"You sure you don't know where it came from?"

"No idea."

"Alright. Well it looks like Raw is finally over, wanna head out, man?" Randy asked me. I tossed the magazine into the wastebasket and nodded.

"Yeah, just let me wash my hands first," I said and we laughed. The two of us made our way to the hotel and checked in for the night.

I lay in my bed all night, thinking what going home next week would be like. I missed everyone. There was just one problem, Randy was coming with for the first time. What if Sara was on vacation too? Would Randy get mad at me for lying to him? Would she get mad at me for lying about her? Would she think I was ashamed of her? Because I wasn't. I was only ashamed of her career. Is that a bad thing?