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Author's Note: Awesome! I am loving the reviews. This story is for Kidding_Chrissy (I think that's Chrissy's username, hehe) and it is a pairing with John Cena who I will not write for anyone else and she'd better remember that. Uhm. Well. She should understand the title. We're cool like that. ;D Not much more to say. Hope you enjoy!

What Christmas Means To Me

This night is going to be never ending, Chrissy Covais thought miserably as she walked up the porch steps to her good friend Randy Orton's house. He and his wife were hosting their annual Christmas party which was always fun. Except this time she was going alone. Usually she and her boyfriend would go together… Not this year. They had broken up just after Thanksgiving. She was no longer going to be Chrissy Cena. He had told her the thing she always feared the most. 'I don't have time for a girlfriend right now. I love you, but my career is just too consuming.' Nothing like being told you're not as important as someone's career.

And the biggest problem? John Cena was invited to Randy Orton's party.

Randy's wife, Sam, had said it wouldn't be a big deal. "Girl, you know how many people come to this damn thing. You'll be lucky if you see him once."

She entered the house to pounding music. Sam had been right about one thing: the huge was full of people, all talking cheerily and many with drinks in their hand. She should have expected this although she didn't necessarily really think it would happen: almost everyone was paired off.

Mickie James spotted her and waved off from a corner, a good-looking and buff guy on her arm. Typical. She spotted Trish Stratus with her husband, dancing in the middle of the room with another blonde that she did not recognize and her supposed husband.

"Chrissy!" a familiar voice said. "I'm so glad you're here!"

She turned to see Randy standing there, decked out in a red and green Christmas sweater and Christmas hat. He looked furious at her upcoming giggling reply. "What happened to you?" she asked through giggles. "It looks like you got thrown into a Christmas box."

"Sam," he growled. "She says I don't get into the spirit enough."

Chrissy laughed again. "This makes tonight worth while."

His facial expression softened. "Thanks for coming since, well… you know…"

She shrugged. "It's alright. I can't avoid him forever. Sooner or later we'd end up in the same room. We do have mutual friends." Friends I now have thanks to him, she added in her head. "Might as well grow up."

He nodded and looked across his living room. "Well, I don't know if he's here yet, but you're more than welcome to go get something to drink and eat. Sam's upstairs with one of her old high school buddies but she'll be down in a minute. If she comes looking for me…"

"You're no where to be found," Chrissy finished. "I got your back, don't worry."

He smiled and reached out the hug the young girl. "Thanks, Chrissy. Last thing I need is someone to slip reindeer antlers on my head. It's hard enough to dodge photos in this. I do not want pictures of me showing up on gossip sites."

Chrissy nodded and took off, working her way through the crowd. Near the wall closest to her, someone was setting up a karaoke system and people were writing down requests. "Later," she mumbled to herself. "Sing a break up song and make Cena feel like shit…"

Except minutes later the house quieted down and a soft beat began to play. People were laughing very loudly and she couldn't help but wonder what was happening. As she walked back into the room, she couldn't believe her eyes. John was standing on the karaoke stage in an almost identical outfit to Randy's, his hand gripping tightly on a mic. He smiled and began to sing…

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

And I care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas Tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas… is… you.

"Dear God," she said as she inched closer to the stage. "Someone stop him."

He had his eyes closed as he sang along, off key and off beat. The people around him were giggling and laughing at the huge WWE star, some recognizing him, very few others not. Mickie James and Trish Stratus were laughing hysterically laughing in the corner, but had big, wide smiles on their faces.

At the end of the song, he slowly revealed those baby blues and looked around the room. "I know I can't see you right now, Chrissy, but that was for you. I just want you to know that I'm sorry and I'm the biggest jackass on Earth. I understand if you don't understand… just… yeah. Thanks everyone."

Chrissy couldn't believe her eyes once more. Those who knew about their relationship were staring at her as if to say 'what are you going to do?' while others cooed over the lucky girl who had been dating John Cena.

Before he could find her, Chrissy took off and ran into the backyard of Orton's house and sat on the porch steps. The song had made her want to forgive him almost instantly. So instantly she had to remind herself she was put aside for a man's career.

"No," she mumbled as tears fell. "No…"

"Chrissy?"

His voice sent chills up her spine. "Go away," she said weakly.

"I see you heard the song."

She didn't answer even when he sat down next to her and she was forced to look into those eyes that made her weak. Breaking a sob, she buried her face in her hands. "Go away, John," she muttered feebly. "I'm not coming back to you just because you found it necessary to humiliate yourself in front of a party."

"Chrissy—"

She looked at him, furious. "What do you want me to say? Oh no, I'll take you back right now just because you're fucking lonely. A few months down the road life is going to get back into your face and you're going to put your stupid little career first and where will I be… somewhere forgotten, that's where. So no. Don't bother. I'm done."

"Chrissy, wait."

"No," she forced out but she found John had gripped her arm. "Let me go…"

He smiled at her and pointed up to where mistletoe hung above them. "We can't just go without kissing."

She shook in his grasp, her knees buckling. Stupid smile. Stupid eyes. Stupid Cena. "Leave me alone…"

"Chrissy, I made a mistake. I should have never put my career first. I'm a man and a stupid one at that. I love you more than anything and I should have never let you out of my sight even for a minute. There is nothing more than you that I want for Christmas. How can I prove that to you?"

He couldn't and that was the problem; she told him that.

He ran his hands through his non-existent hair. "I love you, Chrissy. I'd do anything for you. Christmas without you means nothing to me. Christmas means you and Christmas means another day together. Waking up too early in the morning to open presents and shove eggnog down our throats… right?"

She blinked.

"John, I—"

He smiled, "Maybe this will help." He pulled out a diamond ring and kneeled on one knee. "Chrissy, will you marry me?"

She fell to the floor and right into his arms, her knees no longer functioning from the amount of shock in her body. "John…"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," she muttered. "But if I'm going to marry you," she continued to say in a soft voice, "you have got to take off that stupid sweater."

A wide smile crossed his face as he looked down at the snowman red and green sweater. "Oh, this? It was Sam's idea to win you back. She played dress up with me all day long. I don't understand how you girls—hey, wait. Did you just say you're going to marry me?"

She smiled, pressing her lips to his. "Yes."

Cena. I don't write Cena. Oh well. Chrissy, enjoy! (Sorry I can't give you the real thing, girl. ;D;D)