John's pov

She was always the girl I've been waiting to meet, actually, dying to meet. I've been drafted to RAW for more than three years already and I haven't even made a single move. We barely exchanged a few words. We barely meet eyes, but once we meet eyes, oh those eyes of hers, puts me someplace else, another magical world. I was really excited when I left Smackdown, I had too many memories to forget there. Especially the one with Torrie, which, for some reason, she was also drafted here. Which means, I can't really avoid her. But I've done a pretty good job lately, we merely look into each other's faces. But here, comes another girl, a girl I've been waiting to meet for so long. And I don't even have the guts to talk to her. What kind of a champ am I? Maybe a "chump"... Oh well, not everyone's brave. Everybody has fears. And my big fear is being rejected. Yeah sure, I've never been turned down by any girl, but why am I afraid to talk to her? Kinda weird ain't it? But hey, I can't even look at her for long. There's some reasons that are hindering me from talking to her. One of them is that... she has so many suitors... And one of them, I think, has a pretty good shot on her. What the hell will I do? I think she's falling in love to this guy. If she's happy then I'm happy... even if it breaks me. I'll do anything, even die for her just to see her happy. I cannot possibly just appear out of nowhere and try to court her. That will be a long long long shot. She has no boyfriend right now and what does that do for me? Nothing! But I know she's looking for one. One that will love her and cherish her forever. Yeah, I can qualify for that, but a thousand others can also do that. And one of them is close... close to her heart. That sucks.

"Hey John." My bestfriend, Randy Orton, slapped me at the back.

"Hey Randy. What's the big slap for?" I asked, annoyed for he broke my thoughts.

"I see you getting dazed so I kinda have to bring you back to reality."

"Well thanks... a lot." I answered sarcastically.

"No problem." he laughed.

Now that, that is my bestfriend Randy Orton. He knows everything about me. We've been bestfriends since middleschool and though sometimes he's a jerk, he's still the best bestfriend that there can ever be. He's like always reading my mind and shit. Sometimes, I think he has magical powers or something, which, he thinks, is pretty cool. He has this hots for another girl, which is going pretty well. Stacy Keibler that is.. He's been courting her for months on end already and I don't know if they will end up together or not. But I pretty much hope that they will.

"So, what where you thinking earlier?" he asked.

"Nothing much. Just stuff..." I trailed off.

"You thinking about her again?"

"Pretty much... yeah..."

"Man! When will you ever start courting her?" he asked, irritated.

"When I'm ready." I snapped.

"When will you ever be ready John?" he asked.

"I don't know. Be patient."

"Is three years not being patient enough?" he grumbled.

"Don't worry Randy. It teaches you something. About being patient."

"Oh I know.. and this teaches you about having guts and balls."

"Shut up Randy. You're not helping me."

"Okay. But you know that what I'm saying is true right?"

"I guess so."

"You don't guess so. You know so. Anyways, just promise me one thing John." he stated.

"Promise you what?" I asked.

"Promise me you'll make a move within this year."

"Move on what?" I asked, acting stupid, when in fact, I know what he's talking about.

"Here you go again John, acting stupid."

See what I mean now? About him having some magical powers?

"But-" he cut me off.

"No buts. It's been a long time already. Promise me."

"This year?"

"Yes. And this year means one month to go." he snickered.

"Month? Can't you give me at least two?" I asked.

"No John. This year. One month only." he got up and left. Just like that. I sighed.

Randy has always been like that. Always making promises even though I didn't have a chance to say my side or argue. He always leaves it like that. But here I am, Mr. Stupid, always following him. But most of the time, he knows it's for the best. And most of the time, he is correct. I don't know why, but without Randy, I don't know where I'll be now. He's been my friend for too long already. So I don't have the guts to let him down, neither does he.

Somebody touched me on the shoulder, again ruining my thougts. I turned.

"Mr. Cena, you're match is up next." a crewman told me.

"Okay. I'll go in a few." I got up and picked up my belt.

One month... one month... was the last thing on my mind before I was cheered by the fans.

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A/N: okay. So yeah, I started another story without finishing my Torrie and John story, but I promise I'll finish that but not now. Not when I can't think of anything to continue that. Plus, I'm not really inspired with it. Bear with me if I say I'm not truly inspired with the Jorrie pairing, when really I like John Trish pairing. Anyways, so please don't forget to review this chapter. Thanks!