Think About It
Chapter 1:
The Beginning
"Oh, Torrie!" a scary voice shouted from the halls. John Cena looked up just in time to see the defenseless Torrie Wilson running from the demon, Viscera. John Cena shook his head. "Why does he do that to her?" he asked his best friend, Eddie Gurerro. Eddie shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe he just likes to torture her," he replied. John nodded. That was true. Viscera was known for using his size as an advantage for tormenting people. John looked at the door. Anger and annoyance surged throughout him. His fist clenched and jaw tightened. Torrie didn't deserve this. She was his friend. He had even saved her from Rene Dupree before. John had to help her. As he started to stomp out of the room, Eddie grabbed his arm. "Holmes, come back to the real world. You can't go out there. Viscera will kill you," he said. John looked his friend in the eye. "Someone has to help Torrie. I will not let him touch her," he replied. Eddie got a wide grin. "You like her, don't you?" he inquired. Before he could answer, they heard a high-pitched scream from the hallway. John glanced back at his friend and ran. When he got out there he saw Torrie cowering in the corner and Viscera getting closer by the second.
"Back off, Viscera," a voice shouted. Viscera turned just in time to receive a knockout punch. He fell to the ground dizzily. From the corner, Torrie removed her shaky hands from her eyes. She looked up at John. He smiled down at her and asked," Are you okay?" Torrie nodded, and then winced. John looked over to look at her face. Torrie had a large black eye and a few bruises on her wrists. She was still trembling. Gently, John picked up the shaking girl and started to carry her to the EMT's office. Torrie leaned her head on him. 'He's so sweet,' she thought,' and cute,' Torrie became confused by her own thoughts. Then John carefully set her on a bed in the EMT's office. As John started to leave, Torrie grabbed his hand quickly. "Please, don't go," she whispered weakly.
Later that night, Torrie woke up in a daze. John was still there, holding her hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked. Torrie smiled. "Fine, thanks to you," she whispered softly. John shrugged. "I'm just glad you are okay," he said. An EMT official walked in. He said," Miss Wilson, you may go home now." Torrie swung her legs over the edge of the bed. When she shook a little, the EMT replied," She may need a little help. Mr. Cena, do you think you can get her home?" John nodded. "Can you walk?" he asked Torrie. "I think so," she replied. She stood only to find that she was completely off-balance. She started to fall backwards. Quickly, John caught her. As she was put back on the bed, she thought, 'What is this weird feeling? Do I like John John Cena?' She shook the thought out of her mind. "What was that?" John asked. Torrie broke from her trance, realizing that she had actually shaken her head. "Uhhh…. nothing. Just thinking," she replied. "About what?" he asked. 'You, you idiot. What else?' she thought. Torrie became shocked by her own thoughts. 'What am I thinking? John doesn't like me that way,' she thought. "Nothing," she finally answered John.
"How about we wait to leave until you can at least walk," John said. Torrie smiled. 'She has a great smile. Is Eddie right?' he asked himself, remembering his friend's question from earlier. He looked over at Torrie. She seemed to be avoiding his eyes. "Let's go," he finally said, extending his hand to her. She gratefully excepted it and was able to walk perfectly. As they drove home, Torrie just stared out the window, deep in thought. John looked at her and wondered what she was thinking about. Then they got to Torrie's house, where she lived with her best friend, Lita. Torrie was halfway out of the car when John grabbed her hand. "Torrie, do you think that….." he stuttered, "you would want to go out sometime?" Torrie smiled happily. "Yeah, I'd like that," she replied. John grinned and watched her walk away.
Torrie walked into her house in a great mood. She closed the door behind her and leaned dreamily against it. "Ahhh, I know that look," said a voice from the couch. Torrie broke from her trance, startled, to find her best friend, Lita. "What guy is it this time, Torrie Wilson?" she asked. Torrie smiled sweetly. Hardly able to get it out, she replied, "John Cena." Lita's eyes went wide. "John Cena! He saved you from Viscera and now you are totally head over heels for him?" she said. Torrie shook her head. "Lita, the only thing for sure is that like John Cena," she said.