A/N: Hey guys! This is my latest piece of work! I'm really excited to start writing it! I hope it'll be as good as Here Without You. Thank you, to all the people who added it to their favorites and commented! It meant so much to me. Oh, Ian Cena (John's older brother) is my own OC.

Chapter One

As I walked down the crowded streets of Manhattan, passing all the people who looked like they were late for something, my heart was beating like a jackhammer. This morning, I was lying in bed, barely awake, when I received a text from my boyfriend (who I've been seeing for a month, now) John Cena. I thought we were getting along so well…We'd already confirmed to each other that we loved one another. He asked to meet me at the coffee shop to talk. Please, don't tell me that I'm being paranoid. Think about it, ladies: When a man says he wants to talk, it's universal for…it's over.

I held back tears as I pushed open the door to the shop. I looked around and saw John, put on a fake smile, and sat down with him. "Hey, Dame." John smiled as he leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Hey." I replied. "Okay, I have a question to ask you."

Huh? What happened to dumping me? Oh well; I'm not complaining.

"This Saturday my younger brother is getting married. I wanted to know if you'd like to go with me. There'll be a lot of people, but I can introduce you to my dad." John took a sip of his coffee, "Only if you feel like coming." "I'd love to come!" I grinned, relieved at my stupid theory.

"That's great! The wedding is in the church down the block. Hey, what hotel are you staying at for the show? Thriftmont?" John asked me as started to play with a little pink sugar packet. "Oh, yeah." I nodded as my eyes followed the packet, "Room 603 on the fifth floor." "I'll pick you up on Saturday. 'Kay, babe?" John flicked the packet at my head. I instinctively leaned to the left, the pink packet hitting the head of the man sitting behind me.

"Oh god, sorry." John got up to go confront the man, "I didn't mean…I-Ian?" "Hey, dork." the man stood up and messed John's hair a bit. "Ugh, don't touch me." "Hey…who's this little lady?" the man examined me thoroughly. "That's my girlfriend, Dameon…" John grimaced at the guy, "Don't get any ideas. Dameon, this is my older brother, Ian Cena." I looked at the man curiously. They looked nothing alike! Ian was a bit taller then John, had spiked up black hair, and piercing silver eyes…like mine. He had this biker thing going! Ian was…pretty attractive…

"Nice to meet you." I smiled cutely. "The pleasure is all mine." Ian grabbed my hand, kneeled down, and kissed it sweetly. I felt my face getting hotter as I watched him. "Okay, knock it off." John grabbed his older brother and stood him up. "Aw, little brother is so jealous! I didn't think a guy like you could get a girl like this." Ian shoved John playfully. "I'll have you know all the girls at the WWE drool over me!" John grit his teeth at him. "Whatever you say, psycho. Hey, babe, do you ride?" the black haired man stared at me, hypnotizing me with his silvery eyes like the moon. "Yeah…I have a 2003 Harley Low Rider. You?" I replied with another question. "A 2005 Screamin' Eagle." Ian cocked his head, "Though I haven't put any miles on it. You should take a trip with me, babe. We could ride down by the ocean, chill on the beach; I'd love to see you in a bikini…" "Okay, dude, shut up." John hit his brother in the back of the head. "…Maybe we could even get a hotel room~" "IAN! SHUT UP!"

My face was as red as a fresh rose, glistening in the morning sun. John's older brother seriously was a charmer! Just coming out and saying that stuff…It's horrible! But…I like it.

"Sorry for the ignorance of my brother…" John apologized as he looked back at Ian quickly. I laughed a bit in response, "No, really, it's fine." "See? At least she likes me." Ian put his arm around me nonchalantly, "You, Dad, Jake, and the state of Massachusetts all hate me." "Alright, Ian, seriously! It's not funny, man! Stop touching her." John grabbed me back from Ian. "Guys, I seriously have to get going…" I murmured quietly as I broke free from John's grip. "Okay." John and Ian both replied. I kissed John's lips, "Call me later, okay?" John only nodded with a smile in response. As I started for the door, I felt Ian put his hand on my shoulder. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "And I'll be seeing you on Saturday…I'm looking forward to it." I nodded shyly, still blushing, and headed back to the hotel.

Later that night…

"Look, just ignore my brother, okay Dame? I don't like him, and we'll have to deal with him Saturday, but after that it won't be that bad." John's voice came through the speakers of my phone as I set it down on the table so I could brush my wet hair. "John, Ian is so sweet! Why don't you like him?" I smiled to myself. "He's nothing but a lowlife." John murmured hatefully, "And he was all over you! That didn't bother you?" "No, I just tried to ignore it. You say it like I was enjoying it." I tried to hide the truth; I did like it… "Whatever…I'm going to sleep, baby. I love you. Goodnight." "Love you, too. Goodnight, John." I ended the call.

I dropped my head on my pillow, ready to sleep. I was anxious for Saturday. Tomorrow, I think I'll get Eiris Morrison (one of my best friends) and take her shopping for a dress with me.