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DISCLAIMER - I OWN NOTHING BUT COURTNEY THE OTHER OCS. ALL OF THE SUPERSTARS, INCLUDING JOHN CENA BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. BUT BOY DO I WISH I DID OWN JOHN...

Chapter 6

The end of RAW was over. I had no idea how I was getting home. They didn't even want me to go to the show but I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I had freaking front row tickets, meet and greet and a special shoutout! I hugged myself close with all of my goods under my coat. The house wasn't that far away, about a mile and a half. I began to walk. It was unseasonably cold that night in Houston plus, it's not really safe for a 12 year old to walk the streets alone at night. Who cares though. They haven't come to look for me yet. Oh well, I would an eye out for every little thing going on around me.

I was walking along the shops. It was the safer, well lit route back home. Being the klutz I was, I ran into someone big and dropped EVERYTHING. I frantically started picking up while apologizing. I immediately stopped when I saw that tattooed arm. I looked up wide eyed and my jaw dropped. There he was. The Undertaker.

"Oh my god.." That was the only thing I could muster up to say to him. He chuckled a little and helped me pick my stuff up.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked handing me my stuff. I quickly nodded, still mouth agape. He shook his, "If you keep your mouth open like that, something's gonna fly in it."

"I.. uh I'm sorry. I always do this. Sorry to run into you," I said, taking my stuff from him.

"It's fine sweetheart. Now why are you out here walking this time of night?" he questioned.

"I-I'm going home," I stuttered. This man was my idol but he was so scary in person.

"Come on, I'll take you home. I can't have a Taker fan walking alone in the dark," he said, motioning to his car. I saw Kane sitting in behind the wheel at that point. Gramma always said not to take rides from strangers but something told me to get in the car. I nodded quickly and he opened the door and let me in the back seat before climbing in the front seat. I told him the address and we were on our way. It seemed like the ride took forever but I felt surprisingly safe with them. I told them a little about myself and how much of a fan I was of them both. It was great. Before I knew it, we were there. I was hesitant to see what behind the door. Taker broke my trance when he opened the car door. I grabbed my stuff and he walked me to the door, ringing the door bell. I heard stumbling then the door swung open. There they were. My caretakers. I refused to call them foster parents. No one should ever treat children the way they treated me.

I could smell the alcohol. I closed my eyes before I walked in the door. My skin was tingling, goosebumps raised. I looked back at the door at Taker. I didn't want to go. For some reason I could tell that he knew it. The slammed the door in his face and then turned back to me.

"Where the fuck were you? And why the fuck were you with him? I told you that shit was fake!" He screamed at me.

I drew back to the stairs but he charged towards me and grabbed my hair. I squealed in reaction. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING GO TO THAT SHIT!" That was when he sent a fist to my face. They never hit me in the face. I cried out in pain as he started pounding at other parts of my body and throwing me into different pieces of furniture and different walls. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash come from the door. He dropped me and charged at whoever busted down the door. My head was spinning and I was in too much pain to try and sit up and see what was going on. I heard a loud crash come from the kitchen and then I was picked up.

"Courtney? Courtney wake up! Court wake up!"

I jumped up covered in sweat. This nightmare was starting to get to me again. That date is coming up again. I looked around and noticed, I wasn't at Nattie's. I looked down and sighed in relief that I still had my clothes on. Drawn by the scent of food, I climbed out of the bed and figured my way to the kitchen. There he was. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me and smiled.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said to me before kissing me.

"Morning," I said giving him a smile. "So. this is your house..." I walked around the kitchen and peered into some of the other rooms.

"Yup. It's just something I stay in for a couple days a week. Shame that I have the whole place to myself. Only positive thing is I can walk around naked and scratch myself as I please." I laughed and shaked my head. "You're impossible. So... what do we have here?" I questioned looking over to the stove.

"Oh shit!" He ran back to the stove flipping what looked like omelettes. I laughed at him and he turned back with a playful angry look on his face, "Alright then, this one is yours." I raised an eyebrow and grabbed the plate with the already prepared omelette on it and smirked.

After we ate breakfast we sat at the table and talked about everything and anything. I still tried to get my Christmas present out of him but he still didn't tell. This man was hard to crack. After a while I decided that I should get back to Nattie's and pack to fly back home to Houston to pack for the week. As much as I didn't want to leave him, I knew that we would reunite in less that 48 hours.

As soon as I walked into Nattie's house I was bombarded.

"OH MY GOD COURTNEY DID YOU DO IT?!" Nat exclaimed greeting me at the door.

"Do what? Slept? Yes I slept. With John? Nope," I said, sitting on the couch and petting Gizmo.

"Yeah it doesn't look like she slept with him," Beth laughed.

"Is that so?," I said looking at Beth and she laughed. "Actually we had a great time and we kinda made it offical." I covered my ears as they squealed in delight. "YOU GUYS I GET IT BUT I NEED FOR MY EARS TO NOT BLEED RIGHT NOW." I laughed and they hugged me. I told them all about the night and this morning before packing up my stuff and headed to the airport.

All I could think of on the flight was John. I already missed him. I don't even know how I fell for him that hard that fast. I mean I've only been back and in the company for less than a month, yet before that we were really close. Flirting all of the time. I've always been mature for my age, so he didn't notice that I was 16 (almost 17) at first. I sat back and closed my eyes and remembered when I first met him.

2002-

I was running around backstage looking for Gunner. I hate it when that kid hides shit from me. Dad would kill me if he got into anymore trouble. I know I went around the arena atleast twice and found myself in catering. I shook my head and just grabbed a cookie and some juice and sat at a table. It was mostly quiet since the show was going on.

I was too wrapped up on thinking about my next dance recital to hear someone walk up and wave his hand infront of me. I nearly jumped out of my damn seat. After I could focus on the person before me, I thought I wet my panties. This guy was GORGEOUS. Yeah I've had a few guys hit on me before back here but this guy, I would BEG for him to hit on me. Those sweet blue eyes staring at me. That smirk. And my God those dimples! 'I'm in heaven' I thought to myself.

"Excuse me, considering we're the only two people in here, mind if I join you?" he asked. I just nodded and gestured to the chair across from me and he sat down and began to eat his sandwich. I smiled adn sipped my juice before I decided to speak.

"I'm sorry. My-," we said in unison and then busted out laughing.

"That's too funny," I said.

"Yeah," He laughed again. "My name is John."

"Courtney," I replied. "What are ya here for?" I said taking a bite out of my cookie.

"Debut match tonight. Time to make a name for myself," He stated confidently. I laughed at his confidence. One thing I saw a lot was of guys here to make a name for themselves and be fired or put on the jobber list in a matter of months.

"Awesome. I'll watch," I said, giving him a little bit of positivity. "Where are you from?" I asked, trying to get to know about him a little more.

"West Newbury, Mass. Bout a few hours from Boston," he said with a half-full mouth. "You?"

"Houston," I said proudly with my little accent. It drew a little chuckle out of him. We were laughing about different things and getting to know each other better before a stagehand called out for him.

"Sorry to cut it short. I'll see you later right?" He said throwing the trash away.

"Yeah. I'm here all of the time walking around all of the time," I said walking him to the gorilla position.

"Alright. This is my stop," he said before he started warming up a little. I watched Kurt on the monitor running his mouth as usual. He was such a goof but an amazing guy. He goes on about he's the best and none of the guys in the back aren't better than him and challenges any of the guys in the back to a match. All of a sudden I hear the sound of popping buttons and there he is in his gear. 'LOOK AT HIS ASS!' I screamed to myself.

"Alright Cena go ahead out," the stagehand said and John gave me a quick wink before going through the curtain. I quickly turned back to monitor and watched him stride down to the ring and get right in Kurt's face.

"And who the hell are you?" Kurt demanded.

"I'm John Cena," John said with a smirk.

I was awakened by the feeling of the plane landing. I smiled and stretched my arms. I couldn't wait to see him again.