More Than a Friend
Chapter One: Helpless
A/N: I've noticed that Maria interviews John a lot and there's cute little moments between them and stuff so...
Disclaimer: I don't own John Cena of Maria Kanellis.
Summary: When Maria's in a horrible situation, will there be anyone to help her? And will it be someone who could become more than a friend?
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Maria Kanellis hummed softly, as she walked quietly along the corridor. She was supposed to be going to interview the WWE Champion, John Cena. She had her microphone in hand as she made her way to the Raw monitor. John was standing beside it waiting for her. He smiled when he saw her. She smiled back and went to stand in front of the monitor. She waited for the red light on the camera to flash.
"Hi, I'm standing here with the WWE Champion, John Cena!" She said enthusiastically. He slid up beside her and put his arm around her as he normally did. She blushed a little bit.
"So, how do you feel about winning the Elimination Chamber Match at New Years Revolution?" She asked, still smiling.
"Well, I'll tell you Maria. It feels pretty good. You know why? Because the Champ is here!" He yelled. She could hear the fans screaming.
"And to anyone who thought I couldn't do it, why don't you come tell me that?!" He said. She laughed.
"So, did you think I was going to lose?" He asked her. She shook her head.
"I had faith in you," she said softly. As she said that, the camera cut off.
"Thank you," he said. She smiled and turned to walk back to the locker room. She smiled all the way there. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop thinking about John. They were good friends, but you're not supposed to think about your friends constantly. Even though we have so much in common. They were both Italian, they were both in the WWE, they both liked hip hop, they liked the same food, they both had a lot of brothers. Okay Maria, stop! You can't do this! You can't like someone you work with. It never works out. What if people found out? What if HE found out? You can't take that risk girly, you gotta shape up.
"Oh great, now I sound like my dad! And I'm talking to myself," she stated, sighing immensely. She grabbed her duffle bag and took the clothes out of it. It was a pair of flared sweat pants with a matching jacket. She slipped out of the long red dress she was wearing and changed into them. She pulled her hair back and grabbed the duffle bag. She slipped into her sneakers and grabbed her car keys.
She hurried along the hall leading out to the parking lot. She unlocked her back door and settled the duffle bag into it.
She turned to face the driver's side door to unlock it, but she felt a hand slide over her mouth. An arm tightened around her waist as she kicked whatever she could reach. She and this unknown person hit the ground hard. She noticed there was a cloth in the hand over her mouth. She only realized what it was for when she struggled to breathe. A taste of putrid chemicals wafted into her throat. The last thing she saw before her mind began swirling was her shoes being thrown off and the figured being jerked off of her.
A/N: I know, really short! But, if you want to read more you have to tell me! You can do that by reviewing! If I get enough reviews, this will be a very long story! Ciao!