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Chapter 2

"I just don't understand why it had to be him," Breanna said for what seemed like the thousandth time to her best friend. The two had decide to grab a quick lunch before Breanna had to meet John.

"And I just don't understand why you have such a problem with this, B," Sydney said. "You have never complained about interviewing anyone before, and besides you haven't even met him yet."

"Have you heard all the interns talk around here Syd? It seems like he's dated practically all of them!" Breanna said very animatedly.

"Just give him chance, okay? We're not here to write about their sex lives, as fun as that would be," Sydney joked. "Just be professional and let yourself have a little fun. Besides I'm joining a little after a month in, and you know I'll make you have fun."

"You're right. I think I'm just pessimistic. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt," Breanna said smiling for what seemed like the first time throughout the whole lunch.

"And you promise you won't be all uppity and no-fun Breanna," Sydney said as she pointed at her accusingly.

"Hey!"

"Just promise," Sydney said.

"Fine, I promise," Breanna said rolling here eyes. "We should get going he'll be there at two."

"Alright. You're paying because you bitched so much," Sydney said with a smirk.

"I was going to offer anyway. Sorry Syd," Breanna said.

"You get used to it," Sydney joked as the two set off in the direction of their office building.

"Now what are you going to do when he gets here?" Sydney asked Breanna as if she was a child as they arrived in front of Breanna's door

"Be nice and respectful and not act like a bitch" Breanna replied annoyed.

"Good job, star for the day," Sydney replied.

"Oh shut up. I'll see later okay," Breanna told Sydney.

"Okay. And be sure you can describe his body in at least three adjectives when you see me," Sydney said with a wicked look on her face.

"You really need to get some, but fine," Breanna laughed.

"Oh, I would receive some from him anytime!" Sydney said as she walked off.

-

"I still think this is completely insane!" John Cena told Vince McMahon for the second time. John had just received the exact details on an upcoming book that he would be featured in and was not that pleased to learn that a complete stranger would be following him around four months.

"John, I don't know what to tell you. I'm not saying you have to do this, but this book is a huge deal and we have everyone from Hogan to Slaughter in here and quite frankly it should be an honor that they want to include you. Now, I've personally spoke with every journalist associated with thins and you are allowed to tell them where they can and can't be, so it's not like you won't ever get any space," Vince said.

"I know. It's just weird man. Having someone lookin' at you and takin' notes," John replied. "But you're right; to be included with legends of this business is a privilege, so I'll do it. Under protest, but I'll do it."

"Good. I talked to Landon over at hoping you'd agree, and you're suppose to meet your journalist at two," Vince said with a pleased smile.

"Two? Man, I gotta get going," John said as he stood up.

"Alright. Thanks for doing this, John. I think you'll be very glad in the end," Vince said as he showed him out.

"Thanks for the talk Vince," John said as he left Vince's office and tried to mentally prepare himself to meet someone that was going to be poking around in his life for the next four months.

-

Breanna sat impatiently and tapped her pencil on her desk as she looked at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time. She was really anxious to see if John turned out to be exactly how she expected. She was just about to check the clock again when a loud knock interrupted her reverie. She got up and took a deep breath before opening the door. The appearance that she was met with did not surprise her at all. John was wearing regular jeans and Boston Celtics jersey and didn't look any happier to be there than she did. What did surprise her however was how hot her face became as she looked at him. 'Damn, Syd is rubbing off on me,' Breanna thought before inviting him to sit down.

John was on the other hand was very surprised at Breanna's appearance for the simple fact that he had not expected the person following him around to be a woman. 'Or a very hot one at that,' John thought to himself as he took in her appearance. She was wearing a simple black skirt and a pink camisole that seemed to suit her dark blond hair and dark eyes perfectly. Looking into her office he saw a jacket slung across her chair that seemed to be the completion of her outfit. John wasn't going to lie to himself, she looked good. He tried not to let any of his surprise show as he walked in to the small office.

"Where are my manners," Breanna said before sitting down. "I'm Breanna Jaxton."

"John Cena," he said as he took her hand in simple handshake. He ignored the warmth that overtook his hand as he sat down.

"Know I know you probably have a little apprehension about this, but trust me it won't be that bad," Breanna said looking at John. "I just finished a similar project with Shawn Michaels and everything went smoothly, so I assume this will, too."

"I'm just not sure a like the idea of you bein' all in my business twenty-four seven," John replied showing a little aggravation at the whole situation.

"Well, you're allowed to tell me where I can't go and when. Most of the time you won't even know I'm there," Breanna said trying to be as understanding as she could.

"Vince said you be startin' next Thursday is that right?" John asked.

"Yes. I'll be meeting you in Minneapolis for Smackdown," Breanna replied.

"Aight, I guess I'll see you next Thursday then," John said quickly ending their meeting as he headed for the door. He turned around and waved a short good-by before leaving. As the door shut Breanna let out a deep sigh. "This is going to be some four months," she said quietly as she leaned back in her chair. Little did she know that the man she had just conversed with was thinking the same thing with a small, yet unexplainable smile on his face.

"At least I have those three adjectives, "Breanna said with a laugh as she picked up the phone to call her best friend.