Author's Note: I haven't written a fic in the longest time ever! This doesn't fit in with the WWE storylines as much as some fics. It's pretty much in its own little world. I do not own any of the WWE or its wrestlers but, Jeremiah Valance, Dakota and the rest of the Bianchini family are fictional characters coming from my mind. Enjoy!
Walking along the streets of the eternal city, John Cena caught attention to two people he had met earlier. Young Isabella and beautiful Dakota. This time, Dakota seemed furious and also in tears. He quickly caught up with them as they walked out of the doors of the gelato shop. "Dakota! Isabella!" He shouted as Isabella stopped and turned around. John quickly ran up to the two of them. "What happened?" He asked.
"We just saw my Daddy." Isabella told him. At first, he was confused. His face scrunched up.
"Why is she crying?"
"John, my Daddy never raised me. Mommy did all the work." The young child said to him as Dakota covered her face and continued to cry. Then John Cena had finally understood what Isabella was talking about. He looked down at Isabella and patted her on the head. He then looked at Dakota, and turned her around. He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Dakota, it's me, John Cena. Please, stop crying. You have a wonderful daughter. Please, don't cry. Do you want to talk about this?" She shook her head but, stopped crying. She turned around, her eyes all red. John took her into his arms, hugging her. He rubbed her on the back. "It's ok. Let me take you and Isabella to lunch. How about it?" Dakota pulled away.
"Isabella is heading to my parent's house right now." She said to him.
"Alright, then how about you and I have lunch?"
Dakota's mind was racing. She seemed to like John but, she wasn't sure if she could trust him. After seeing Jeremiah that day, she didn't know if she could stand another man besides her family. "I don't know..."
"Go, Mommy! Grandma and me are making pizza and tiramisu today. Go have lunch with John. I have a lot to do. And Uncle Ryan promised me that he'd play with me." Isabella interrupted. John smirked.
"Are you sure?" Dakota asked, a bit worried.
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Yes!" Dakota laughed.
"Ok, sweetie. If John doesn't mind, we can walk you to Grandma's and then we'll go have lunch."
"Sounds fine with me." He walked along the mile or so to Dakota's mother's house. The two of them watched as Isabella ran into the house, waving bye as she went. Dakota waved back and the two of them headed back. At first, it was silent until some cheering and screaming was heard. John turned around, along with Dakota. The two of them saw a mob on people screaming "JOHN CENA!" as they ran over. The first to reach them was a teenaged girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. "John Cena! Can I have your autograph?"
"Fo sho!" He said, as Dakota's eyes went wide. He took the girl's pen and signed her paper for her. After he signed something for everybody, they began to file away, thanking him. "No prob, dawgs!" Dakota starred at him, her brown eyes wide.
"Dawgs?" She asked him, her Italian accent making it sound weirder then when John said it himself. He laughed.
"It's my gimmick. I really don't talk like that." He said to her.
"Gimmick? For what?" She asked, confused as they walked along.
"I'm a wrestler. My gimmick is a thug. Me and the WWE, which stands for World Wrestling Entertainment are here for a week long tour. I just wasn't booked for the card today. If you'd like, I could get you a couple of tickets for you and your family. You can see the show we have at the Collesium tomorrow."
"Really? My brothers are fans of wrestling. I'm sure they'd like it." She replied. John turned his head to her.
"What about you? What do you think of wrestling?" He questioned. She looked at him, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Well..." She started off, "I'm not going to say that I hate it. Because I don't. I just don't find so much interest in watching people beat each other up. No offence." Dakota apologized, feeling that she had insulted John. Cena looked down at the 5'5" Italian beauty and smiled.
"None taken. I understand. I'm not mad or anything. We can just agree to disagree."
"Yeah, that's it." The two of them walked on, talking and getting to know each other.
The more John listened to Dakota tell him about how she loved to dance and sing, the more he fell in love with her. He enjoyed how she glowed in the sun and her smile was as beautiful as an evening sunset. Inside Dakota, she felt a warm comfort when she was around John. She felt that she was protected and she had known him forever, even though she had only met him that day. The two of them finally headed into Benito's when...
What will happen next?!?!?!?!?! Please review!! Ch. 4 will come in a few days!
Walking along the streets of the eternal city, John Cena caught attention to two people he had met earlier. Young Isabella and beautiful Dakota. This time, Dakota seemed furious and also in tears. He quickly caught up with them as they walked out of the doors of the gelato shop. "Dakota! Isabella!" He shouted as Isabella stopped and turned around. John quickly ran up to the two of them. "What happened?" He asked.
"We just saw my Daddy." Isabella told him. At first, he was confused. His face scrunched up.
"Why is she crying?"
"John, my Daddy never raised me. Mommy did all the work." The young child said to him as Dakota covered her face and continued to cry. Then John Cena had finally understood what Isabella was talking about. He looked down at Isabella and patted her on the head. He then looked at Dakota, and turned her around. He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Dakota, it's me, John Cena. Please, stop crying. You have a wonderful daughter. Please, don't cry. Do you want to talk about this?" She shook her head but, stopped crying. She turned around, her eyes all red. John took her into his arms, hugging her. He rubbed her on the back. "It's ok. Let me take you and Isabella to lunch. How about it?" Dakota pulled away.
"Isabella is heading to my parent's house right now." She said to him.
"Alright, then how about you and I have lunch?"
Dakota's mind was racing. She seemed to like John but, she wasn't sure if she could trust him. After seeing Jeremiah that day, she didn't know if she could stand another man besides her family. "I don't know..."
"Go, Mommy! Grandma and me are making pizza and tiramisu today. Go have lunch with John. I have a lot to do. And Uncle Ryan promised me that he'd play with me." Isabella interrupted. John smirked.
"Are you sure?" Dakota asked, a bit worried.
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Yes!" Dakota laughed.
"Ok, sweetie. If John doesn't mind, we can walk you to Grandma's and then we'll go have lunch."
"Sounds fine with me." He walked along the mile or so to Dakota's mother's house. The two of them watched as Isabella ran into the house, waving bye as she went. Dakota waved back and the two of them headed back. At first, it was silent until some cheering and screaming was heard. John turned around, along with Dakota. The two of them saw a mob on people screaming "JOHN CENA!" as they ran over. The first to reach them was a teenaged girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. "John Cena! Can I have your autograph?"
"Fo sho!" He said, as Dakota's eyes went wide. He took the girl's pen and signed her paper for her. After he signed something for everybody, they began to file away, thanking him. "No prob, dawgs!" Dakota starred at him, her brown eyes wide.
"Dawgs?" She asked him, her Italian accent making it sound weirder then when John said it himself. He laughed.
"It's my gimmick. I really don't talk like that." He said to her.
"Gimmick? For what?" She asked, confused as they walked along.
"I'm a wrestler. My gimmick is a thug. Me and the WWE, which stands for World Wrestling Entertainment are here for a week long tour. I just wasn't booked for the card today. If you'd like, I could get you a couple of tickets for you and your family. You can see the show we have at the Collesium tomorrow."
"Really? My brothers are fans of wrestling. I'm sure they'd like it." She replied. John turned his head to her.
"What about you? What do you think of wrestling?" He questioned. She looked at him, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Well..." She started off, "I'm not going to say that I hate it. Because I don't. I just don't find so much interest in watching people beat each other up. No offence." Dakota apologized, feeling that she had insulted John. Cena looked down at the 5'5" Italian beauty and smiled.
"None taken. I understand. I'm not mad or anything. We can just agree to disagree."
"Yeah, that's it." The two of them walked on, talking and getting to know each other.
The more John listened to Dakota tell him about how she loved to dance and sing, the more he fell in love with her. He enjoyed how she glowed in the sun and her smile was as beautiful as an evening sunset. Inside Dakota, she felt a warm comfort when she was around John. She felt that she was protected and she had known him forever, even though she had only met him that day. The two of them finally headed into Benito's when...
What will happen next?!?!?!?!?! Please review!! Ch. 4 will come in a few days!