Vaughn Taylor was a beautiful twenty-five year old. She had dark brown hair down to the center of back and brown eyes. She was very short. She was only five foot two. She'd lived in West Newbury, Massachusetts her whole life. She was a physical therapist at Shaw Rehabilitation Center. She loved helping people. In her spare time she sang and played the piano. She was at work. A new patient was coming in today. She checked her list of appointments and saw the name. It said John Cena. She knew that name but didn't think it could be the same person. She went out into the waiting room.

"John Cena?" She said.

"Yeah."

"Follow me." He followed her back into the therapy area. "What seems to be the problem?"

"It's my Achilles Tendon." "I hurt it a few weeks ago and I tried to compete through the injury." "It got to bad and the doctors where I work pulled the plug and sent me home."

"I see." "It says on your prescription you're to come twice a week for ten weeks."

"I hope I can wrap it up before then." "I hate being away from my job."

"You don't remember me, do you John?"

"Should I?"

"Well we haven't seen each other in eighteen years but we met twenty years ago."

"I'm drawing a blank."

"When you were sixteen you started babysitting a five year old." "Every Saturday night for two years until you went off to college."

"Oh yeah, Vonnie." "Well her name was Vaughn but Vonnie was my nickname for her."

"I forgot you used to call me that."

"Wait." "You're not Vaughn, are you?"

"Yep."

"Oh my god." "Come here." They hugged. "It's nice to see you."

"It's nice to see you to." "Let's get started."

They worked for an hour.

"Pretty good first day." "I'll see you Friday."

"Ok." "Vaughn is it time for your lunch break yet?"

"In about five minutes." "Why?"

"Let me take you to lunch." "We can catch up."

"Alright."

They went to a restaurant.

"How old are you now Vaughn?" John asked.

"I just turned twenty-five last week."

"Twenty-five, Jesus."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-six."

"Do you still do that wrestling thing?"

"Yeah for almost eleven years now."

"Wow."

"So you've seen me on TV?"

"Just that first year." "Do you still do that rapping thing before all your matches?"

"No I still rap on the show from time to time though." "How come you quit watching after the first year?"

"I met my boyfriend." "He hates wrestling."

"Little Vonnie has a boyfriend?"

"Yep for ten years now." "We met our freshman year of high school."

"So you've been together since you were fifteen?"

"Yeah." "He turned twenty-five a week before me."

"What's his name?"

"Derek Samuels."

"Did you go to college?"

"Yeah I went to Springfield College."

"I went there." "I can't believe you stopped watching wrestling." "You used to love watching it with me."

"Even though I wasn't supposed to."

"Yeah but we never got caught."

"That was always fun."

"Yeah."

"Wrestling and chocolate ice cream, that I wasn't allowed to have." "I had a great babysitter."

"The only time you ever gave me any trouble was when I'd bring Liz over to."

"Yeah."

"I think somebody had a crush on me back then." He said smiling.

"John." She said smiling back. "I wonder what happened to Liz."

"I haven't spoken to her since we got divorced last year."

"You married her?"

"Three years."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"No it's ok." "I'm seeing someone." "I work with her." "Her name's Nikki."

"That's great." "Well I should get back I'll see you Friday."

"Ok." "It was good catching up."

"Yeah."

"You really grew into a beautiful woman."

"Thank you." "You look just like I remember you."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good." She stood up. "See you later."

"Bye Vaughn."

Later that night Vaughn was sitting at home waiting for Derek to come over. He was supposed to come over when he got off work. He was a cook at a twenty-four hour diner. The phone rang.

"Hello?" Vaughn said.

"Hi honey." Derek said.

"Where are you?"

"One of the guys called off and they asked me to work a double."

"Ok." She said bummed.

"I could really use the money."

"I know."

"I'm sorry." "I'll come over tomorrow night." "I promise."

"Ok." "I love you."

"I love you to, bye."

"Bye."

John was at home talking on the phone.

"How did your first therapy session go?" Nikki asked.

"Really good." "The funny thing is, I know my therapist." "I babysat her from age five to seven."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well I'm gonna go to bed." "Hurry up and get better I miss you."

"I miss you to." "I love you."

"I love you to." "Bye."

"Bye."

I hope you liked the first chapter. Please review.