Dreams can come true

Stephanie McMahon and John Cena

Chapter 1: 'Wake up Steph!'

"God you're so beautiful."

Stephanie looked away embarrassed. All of this was like a dream- so surreal. Here she was with her dream man, under the bright stars, perfectly- rounded moon and crisp wind blowing but not strong enough for a jacket. She never knew a simple park to be so romantic- especially not in the middle of autumn, where golden- brown leaves mixed among muddy paths and the days grew old and tired quickly.

"You know I wasn't lying." Stephanie turned round to look at John's face after he had spoken.

"About what?" she asked him as they held hands and gazed at the stars in beauty.

"You really are beautiful; I don't know why you're with me sometimes."

Stephanie smiled, trying to hide the fact that her face was rapidly turning a hot pink she looked away from his gaze. She wanted to say something but she couldn't. it was amazing how he could do it to her- make her full of love, happiness and laughter. Make her knees wobble and her throat dry up like some silly little schoolgirl with a crush on an older guy.

"I love you Stephanie McMahon." He then said again.

Before she had a chance to reply somebody began calling her.

"Steph! Steph!"

"Huh?" Stephanie replied. Someone began tapping her on the shoulder.

"Steph honey, wake up!" We need to go!" After several tappings on her shoulder, Stephanie woke up. She turned around; it was her mother Linda who had been tapping her. Steph was disappointed, she had only been dreaming, again about John Cena; but it had seemed so real at the time. She again looked around, there was no park, no romantic scenery, no John Cena…

It was only a dream she sighed. After all why would John Cena be interested in her? She was sure he had a girlfriend; somebody with his gorgeous good looks and talents couldn't stay single for long. Could he?

Stephanie stood from the plush brown sofa of her parents' home, where she had reclined.

"So, mum, where are we going anyways?" she said with a yawn.

"O me and your father need to brief some wrestlers, John Cena in particular."

Stephanie's face lighted up at John Cena's name. Her mother noticed this. She always did. Linda may not have been 'hip', 'cool' or as her lovely daughter had told her so many times 'in style with younger ones' but she definitely wasn't stupid. She knew that her daughter had a crush on the wrestler and to be honest Linda had nothing against it. John Cena wasn't bad compared to her usual distaste in men.

"Wait, mum why do I have to come? I don't even work there anymore."

"Actually you know Theodore Long, he's pulled out for at least a year due to his multiple injuries. Poor soul, it's definitely not easy after being the victim of a hit- and- run. He's in a really bad state and so your father had big plans to bring you back and also get you started on some organisations for the script planning. That's if you want to of course."

Of course I want to; but poor Theodore- of course it's not easy being the object of a hit- and- run. He's probably so shaken up."

"Yeah, I know."

"Just gimme a minute, let me get changed." Stephanie was of course overjoyed to have her job back but she really did feel for Theodore Long. What a nasty accident she thought.

30 minutes later

"Steph!" Linda called. It had been half an hour and her daughter was still upstairs doing only God- knew- what! "Steph! Get your butt down here! We're going to be late for the briefings and your father is going to scream his head off!"

"Well is that literally?" came a somewhat cheeky reply from the stairs.

"Jeez Steph, who are you getting all dressed up for?" Stephanie came down in a very, very short jeans mini- skirt and a chiffon white blouse, accessorised with a nice, brown belt. Stephanie's clothes looked so tight fitting that Linda was amused she didn't fall over, but even she had to admit- her daughter looked very pretty.

"Come on Steph, let's go!" Quickly, Stephanie put on her high- heeled boots and left with her mother.