~Age 4~

"Hey Evee, Evee! I made a new friend today!" my brother Otto yelled. I was young at the time, but I can still remember when he dragged a young John into our house. He was cute and everything. Otto was seven at the time, almost eight, and in 2nd grade. I couldn't go to school yet, but I did go through pre-school. We lived in Massachusetts, down the road from the Cena's in fact. I was too young to go around much, but I went with Otto wherever he went. He didn't mind me tagging along.

"Wow, Ottie, who is he?" I asked.

"His name is John, and can you please stop calling me Ottie?"

"Why? I like called you Ottie, Ottie."

John smiled an adorable smile and said, "I don't mind. Maybe I'll call you Ottie too!" Otto rolled his eyes and walked to his room, John and I trailing behind him. We hung out in Otto's room a lot. John became Johnny, and his brothers became Danny, Matty, Stevey and Seany, once I met them of course.

We were always over their huge house, and one day we were running outside and I tripped. I didn't cry or anything, but John rushed over to make sure I was okay. Otto laughed at my clumsiness, and I ended up hitting his arm. That was my first memory of having John so close to me. It certainly wasn't going to be my last.

~Age 8~

"1-2-3! And the winner is John Cena!" I yelled, jumping up and down. He took his belt and ran around the living room, since it was raining outside.

"I'm next!" I announced.

"You're a girl; you can't wrestle," Matt said, which really got me mad. So, I tripped him and put him in a loose headlock, just to prove myself to him. I didn't let go until he tapped.

"Now who can't wrestle?" I stuck my tongue out at him and smiled at Otto and John.

"Wow," John said, "I think you should have this…" he wrapped the Champion of the Universe belt around my waist and hugged me, being nice to me obviously. "I'll get that back, mark my words!" He waggled his finger at me with a smile.

"You're going to have to try hard!"

~Age 10~

The Cena's were having a barbeque in their backyard and my family was invited. It was really fun because every one of the kids had squirt guns and water balloons. I didn't get very wet, but then again, I was one of the three girls there, and they didn't want to participate. I had a good hiding spot too; a big tree in the back that no one seemed to go around. Some heavy breathing coming closer and closer made me hold my own. Then John comes, holding his gun and a water balloon, right next to me, making the both of us scream. Then we laughed really hard afterwards. We hid there for a while, even after everyone stopped playing. We talked about what we watched on TV the night before and a rematch, since I stole his title again. Since he was 14 to my 10, he knew a lot more things than I did at that point in my life. I'd have to ask him what he meant.

"Come on, I think everyone's starting to eat," I said about to get up.

"Hang on," John stalled, kissing my cheek lightly, to my surprise. "Let's go."

~Age 12~

John was in high school now and I was in 6th grade. We still hung out, but didn't talk of the same things anymore. We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives, some absurd, some we would never see each other do, and some that seemed perfect for the other. We were walking home when this came into conversation.

"Maybe I'll be a waitress, or a teacher. Anything that helps people!"

"Maybe I should be a model," he suggested, striking a pose.

"I think you'd be a great wrestler. I mean, you have been getting bigger, y'know. And I don't think you won your title back now did you?" I teased, grinning. He rolled his eyes and fixed his backpack.

"Maybe you should too, you brat."

"Hey! That was uncalled for!"

"Not uh," he said, walking backwards in front of me, "I want my title back by the way."

"Alright, time and place. I'll kick your butt again and again to protect my title. Just make sure it's after homework." Again he rolled his eyes and switched to walking beside me.

"I'm glad you're walking me home, Johnny boy. I mean, my brother could do it, but nooo, he has a girlfriend," I exaggerated. Otto hasn't been around much because of the girlfriend he just happened to acquire. She was a major jerk. I didn't like her one bit, and when I told Otto, he wouldn't listen. Anyways, I avoided him and hung out with John and his brothers. I tended to help them with their homework, even John's although I'm in a much lower grade. I guess I just learn quickly.

"Help me with my homework?" John asked, flashing me the dimples.

"Of course I am, why else would I walk by my house if I wasn't?"

~Age 14~

Everything was getting much harder. My feelings for John escalated to a major crush and school was more demanding of me. Student Council, National Junior Honor Society, softball, and homework were pains in the butt. John was about to leave for his own life, I mean, he was eighteen. One Saturday, I wrote a very lengthy letter to John, telling him I'd miss him terribly, and that I hoped he finds what he wants on his journey. I put it in his mailbox, not expecting him to get it that day. He came over two hours later, balling his eyes out over my letter.

"I'll miss you so much, Evee! I'll write you every day and—"

I cut him off, saying, "I get it Johnny. I know I'll see you sooner or later. I'll write you too." I went back to his house with him and helped him pack up.

He left the next day, leaving me a letter telling me not to open it until my birthday. It was October at the moment…

…So in May, I opened it and it was a birthday card with twenty dollars in it. The message said "I miss you, Evee, and you'll always be in my thoughts and dreams. I plan on seeing you soon."

~Age 16~

Life was going great. Otto moved out to live on his own in New York. I was President of the Student Council, Vice of the National Honor Society, and captain of the softball team. It was going better than I ever thought before my father passed away. It was early March and I just finished a big project he helped me with. Turns out he had a heart attack. Luckily at was at school so I wouldn't have had the shock of seeing him. My mother found him. I was heartbroken, but my mother…she was torn to shreds. Two weeks later, she committed suicide. I was alone, no one to count on, but the Cena family. I stayed with them during the funeral. Then I was shipped off to my Uncle Michael's.

~Age 18~

I was in Texas for a while, with Uncle Shawn— since he didn't like the name Michael—and his wonderful wife, living there with my parent's insurance money. I never used it, unless absolutely necessary. I saw Hunter too, y'know, Triple H on TV.

Anyway, one day Uncle Shawn came to me asking, "Evelyn, do you want to come with me to see a wrestling match?"

It was about an hour and a half away from where we reside, so, I figured I'd go check it out.

I had to say it was fun, not only being there with so many people, but to see Uncle Shawn help Hunter retain the title. He was the special guest referee, since he was still on the injured list. I met a ton of wrestlers too. They were all so nice. The Rock was awesome, and Lita reinforced the fact that she was my favorite. She brought back the dream of being a wrestler. So, I asked Uncle Shawn if he could show me a thing or two about a thing or two. He willingly taught me a lot before I turned 19, and I finally decided that I could handle college.

~Age 19~

There was a university in Missouri that caught my eye—conveniently named Missouri College—that I researched with Uncle Shawn. He helped me pay for my first year, and helped move me over there. I immediately found a job there, at a quaint café. The owner, Mr. Ross, was a generous man. I went to school later in the day so I could work mornings in the café. Monday mornings were the busiest.

There was a father and son that would come by, and the younger one looked to be about my age. I would always catch him looking my way too. They would make sure that I would take their order. I realized that the father was none other than Cowboy Bob Orton. The boy with him was his son, Randy. I was impressed.

One Saturday Randy came in alone, and sat at the counter. He didn't want anything food-wise.

"Could I take you on a date, you know, like to the movies or dinner? Since meeting you, you've been on my mind a lot and I'd like to get to know you," he said shyly.

The question caught me off guard. No one has asked me out in a while.

"I get off at four. I'm free after."

"Great!"

I went to the movies with him, and learn more about him. He just got out of the Marine Corps for bad conduct, and now he's home, looking for a job. He thought of wrestling as his future.

"Really? My uncle taught me how to wrestle. It was pretty fun."

"I want to follow in my dad's footsteps, even my grandfather's. I should carry on the tradition," he laughed, taking hold of my hand as we walked back.

"That might be good for you. My Uncle Shawn thinks I should get a contract too."

"Uncle Shawn?"

"Ah, Shawn Michaels. He's my mom's brother. Well, was."

"That's awesome, but why 'was'?" he asked, his brows knit together in confusion.

"She…uh, committed suicide after my dad died of a heart attack," I hesitated.

"Wow, I'm sorry Evee."

"Not your fault, otherwise you'd be in jail," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed, bring my hand to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.

He was able to walk me to my dorm before he had to turn back and go home. He kissed my cheek and told me he'd see me soon.

~Age 21~

I was in my junior year of college, and in my own apartment within walking distance of both school and the café. By this time, I was faithfully watching wrestling on TV, sometimes having to record it. In April, I had a few friends over—also wrestling fans—and we were watching SmackDown. Then I saw a very familiar face.

"Randy! Oh my God!" I yelled excitedly. It was his debut, and he was up against Hardcore Holly (who was amazing, by the way) and I was on the edge of my seat the whole match. When he won, I screamed in utter happiness.

Then, in June, I got a call from none other than John Cena.

*Hey, Evee.*

"John! I haven't heard from you in a really long time," I said, going from excited to hurt. He stopped writing and calling me a while ago.

*Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry; I've been busy with work and school. Oh, watch SmackDown tonight, you'll see a surprise.*

"But why? Uncle Shawn's on RAW, and Randy—oh you don't know him."

*Orton? Of course I know him, we're best friends. We were at OVW together.*

"Oh. And neither of you could call me?" I exclaimed, slapping my forehead.

*We're really busy! I'm sorry, Evee. But I'm sure we can meet up soon. Randy knows where you live, so we may be coming by soon.*

"Great, the both of you? I don't have much room."

*That's alright. It could be like old times; you and me in the bed.*

"Keep dreaming."

And so, since he didn't tell me why I should be watching SmackDown, I watched it that coming Thursday and I was shocked. John was on SmackDown too! He faced Kurt Angle, and he did very well, with creative moves, but lost at the end. Didn't mean anything that he lost, because he was still awesome. Even if he wouldn't call me.

Randy was in a match a little later on in the show, and he was in a tag match against this massive guy with a huge tattoo on his back. Batista I believed his name to be, and he won—decimating poor Randy.

The next day, John called me from the airport to pick him up. I was excited to see my best friend after all these years. When I saw him, I ran into his arms and he picked me up effortlessly. Definitely bigger than last time.

He told me Randy would be coming by tomorrow after he visited his family. He wanted to stay with me for the night when he came by. I told him about school and how I was the highest in the class, and I could graduate valedictorian.

We relaxed, well John did, and we enjoyed each other's company. The day ended with John asking me to tuck him in, on the couch. I laughed, doing so, and kissed his forehead.

Surer than rain, Randy came by with a bag of clothes and a twelve pack of beer. Again, a day inside in front of the TV and a lot of talking. They were forced to leave the next day to get to the next city.

I didn't want either of them to sleep on the floor, so I allowed John in bed with me.