"So this is awkward." He decided not to try and deny that it was.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were?" She asked like him not wanting to beat around the bush.

"I dunno … you just seemed to not like me so much and I wanted to figure out why." He admitted.

"Oh my god … I feel like such an idiot." She had a seat and out her head in her hands. "I cannot believe I ranted to you about how much of a bad wrestler you are."

"You never actually used the words bad wrestler but thanks …"

"This is mortifying."

"It's partially my fault. I shoulda told you who I was from the very beginning. I originally signed up with an instant messaging account to mess with you out of boredom. I wanted to harass you and tell you how much I sucked." He laughed. "I was really that bored. But then you said you didn't like me and it fascinated me."

"So you intended to mess with me until you found out that I didn't like you. So then you wanted me to like you? Is that correct?"

"When you put it that way it sounds weird." She couldn't help but laugh. He frowned at her but after a moment began laughing himself.

"So John formally from Boston but now lives in Tampa tell me about yourself."

"Not much to tell. I have four brothers and you've already met my father. I make a living doing something I've dreamed about since I was a little kid. I like kids and animals. I am a big believer in the Make a Wish foundation. Avid Redsox fan even though I was wearing Devil Rays gear. And I happen to sitting across from the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time."

She began blushing like crazy. "You work with all these amazing gorgeous women and I am the most beautiful woman you have seen in a long time." She scoffed. "You might need to get your eyes checked."

"You are one of those people who doubt themselves aren't you?"

"No, I know that I am good looking and believe me I use it to my advantage every chance I can but there are so many better looking people out there."

"You obviously are not looking into the same mirror I am." John countered.

"Wait ... what?" She gave him a questioning glance.

"I was trying to be smooth and I was hoping you wouldn't notice that it didn't make any sense." He admitted bashfully.

"Well I was still impressed." She fibbed to take a little of the embarrassment away. "How many people can say that they had John Cena flirting with them?"

"According to your website a lot ..."

"Yea ..." Her face reddened. "Sorry bout that. But if I helps I thought you were a jerk."

"Not really." He frowned. "So what are your thoughts about me now?"

"Well my first thought was that you are much bigger in person than you seem to television. You are also much better looking in person. Not that you aren't sexy on TV. Or so I have been told I've only seen you on TV a handful of times."

"Ok so I am huge and ugly on TV?"

"No ... gah ... forget about it. Let's just start over." She extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Alexandria but my friends call me Ally."

"It's nice to meet you Ally I'm John." He shook her hand. "Although I must warn you being around me is bad for your rep. There are people out there who write all kinds of things about me."

"I think I will take my chances." She smirked.

"So what do you wanna do?" He asked.

His question caught her off guard. She hadn't expected HER John to be John Cena and after she had found out he was she just figured they'd talk for a few minutes and then both go their separate ways and live out the rest of their lives. But he actually wanted to take her out on a date. Her of all people, it astounded her. She wasn't anything special. She was a middle aged college student who had nothing to offer him.

"You actually want to go out on a date with me?" The tone of her voice made him frown. He really didn't like her put herself down attitude.

"Well you are the only one around so I know I am definitely talking to you." Was his retort.

She sighed. "Pizza and a movie?"

"Drama or comedy?" he countered.

"What does it matter?" She asked confused.

"A drama is a date movie whereas a comedy is something you go see with your friends." He clarified.

"Ok then what is horror?"

"That's a movie you go see if you wanna get laid. You take a girl to see a scary movie and then comfort her after the movie and eventually take her to bed."

"Guys are insane."

"Like women aren't. I think they wanna get laid just as much as guys and they pretend to be afraid because they just don't want to admit that fact. That on some primal level they think about sex as much as guys do."

He made a valid point but she was not going to be the one to tell him so. "Let's go with horror just so I can prove your theory wrong."

"Ok then."

--

Just as she had suggested they ate pizza and chatted some more. Then he grabbed her hand while smirking wickedly as he bought the movie tickets. He picked one of the Saw movies. Ally had lost count at how many there were at the time. Either Four or Five would have been her guess. Although she would not tell him, she had never seen any of the Saw movies or the Hostel ones either. Torture movies made her queasy.

The movie played before them and Ally sat with her hands so firmly gripped to her armrests that her knuckles were pure white. She wasn't scared or anything she was just focusing on not throwing up on her "date."

"You ok?" He asked noticing her new green color.

"Yep perfectly fine." She lied.

"Really? Cause your knuckles say otherwise." He asked with a hint of a smirk on his face. "Popcorn." The smell of the butter made the bile rise to her throat.

"No thank you." She replied as she loosened her hold on the arm rests.

"If you are scared we can leave." He told her in a sing song voice.

"I'm not scared." Something particularly disgusting happened on the screen and Ally took off running towards the nearest bathroom.

--

She felt foolish as she rinsed her mouth out. She had been that way since she was a child. Even the tiniest bit of blood on television or otherwise made her sick. With her head down she dragged her feet out of the bathroom.

"Gum?" John offered. He was casually leaning against the wall next to the women's room door. She took the offered gum. "You know you coulda told me movies like those make you sick."

"How'd you figure?"

"Well you were fine till the movie started. Then you began sweating and your skin turned the color of pea soup. Not to mention that you running to the nearest ladies' room to vomit. That was a pretty big hint."

"It's nothing really. Just something that used to happen when I was a kid and I just never really outgrew."

"Well just as long as you feel better." He shrugged.

"Don't you need to be leaving for Raw tomorrow?" She asked looking at her watch.

"Probably." He sighed as he looked at the time on his cell phone. He looked at her and then the phone in his hands again. "Can I ask you a small favor?"

"Yea ... sure. What is it?"

"Well Randy is convinced that you are some kind of male homicidal maniac. So would you mind taking a picture with me to prove that you are not a male homicidal maniac?"

She let out a loud laugh. Then she nodded and got close enough for him to put his arm around her. He lifted his cell phone above him and told her to say cheese. The next thing she knew there was a small flash. He removed his arm and looked at the picture he had taken.

"Perfect." He said showing her the picture. "Gimme your address and I will mail you a copy."

She got bold and decided to do something she never did. She pulled a Sharpie out of her coat pocket and grabbed his hand. She wrote down her address and phone number.

"This is your real number right? You didn't give me a wrong number so I make a fool out of myself?"

"That is definitely my real number. But you will never be sure until you try it."

--

He drove her home seeing as she had taken the train into Boston for the event. It was a long drive but it gave them plenty of time to talk. He parked into front of her house and walked her to her door.

"John ... it's raining you really didn't need to walk me to my door." She chided him but there was a huge smile on her face.

"A gentleman always makes sure the lady gets in ok."

"I had a wonderful time. Thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"As did I." He gave her a smile before heading back towards his car.

"John ..." He turned around to look at her.

"Good night."

"Sweet Dreams."