Don't ask me how it all happened; I don't remember the details. I do remember the first day I met John, though. He was so sweet - such a gentleman, and that smile...well, let's just say it could melt the coldest of hearts when those baby blue eyes shine. Of course, the fact that he was totally hot didn't hurt anything, either. Still, I never could get over how much kinder he was to me than all of the guys that my brother tried to set me up with. I mean....sure, maybe Randy ment well, but...Jamie Noble? Chuck Pulumbo? I wasn't attracted to them in the slightest, and don't even get me started on their personalities! Over time, I slowly came to realize that all of the guys my brother tried to put be together with were almost exactly like him....cold, rude, self centered idiots. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my brother, I probably even still do - in spite of what he did to me after finding out I was secretly seeing his best enemy, John Cena. "Well, Cathy Orton, you've really done it this time," I had constantly thought to myself after Randy had found out and become more of a menace than a brother.
I had needed somebody to talk to, someone who would listen to me and be understanding, and who should be that guy? None other than John himself. I would rant to him about the new guys Randy was trying to set me up with, and would sometimes shake with anger when I told him of Randy's reactions when I rejected them. He had never hit me, but he would come close. I couldn't believe him! Even thinking of raising a hand to his own sister. He was trying to control me, and I hated it. I would get so passionate during the times I vented to John he would just sit back, watching me intently until I was finished, and then he would finally talk to me. He never agreed with anything Randy did, and had practically begged me to let him handle my brother and make him stop hanging over me. Because I cared about my brother, I would tell John not to do anything. He would eventually agree to remain out of my problem, but made me promise that if Randy ever did hit me, I would come to him right away. I gave him my word.
One night after a particularly bad week with Randy I was in John's locker room again, pacing back and forth, fuming over his latest attempt to put me with some loser. I had finally snapped. I explained to John that I had told Randy I was tired of his crap, and was sick of being controlled by him. I then made a huge mistake. I kept on talking while I paced, ranting on how I wished I could find a guy like John himself. That had caught John's attention. His eyes became even more intense as he looked into mine and then I saw it. I'd seen it before in his eyes, but I'd never thought about it. What I saw was desire. John...wanted me. And my saying that I wished I were with someone like him had made it show. Our eyes never left one another as John walked toward me and our bodies meshed together as he kissed me. The kiss was gentle and undemanding at first, John being a gentleman, but when I let him know he could take it further by adding a little more aggression into the kiss, the man about stole my breath away! His powerful arms wrapped tightly around me, and he tipped me slightly. After what seemed like ages, we both finally pulled away, panting slightly.
That was the beginning of the six month long relationship that we kept hidden from Randy. I didn't want him finding out. I was honestly scared about what he might do. Over that time, I had been made a Raw diva, and was doing pretty damn well against the others on the show; I was even set to face Beth Phoenix for her Women's title, and it was said that I might be able to take it from her. I had just finished a match against Maria which I had dominated when Randy's music hit, and he came out looking pissed. I tensed up, seeing the look of pure rage in his eyes as he climbed into the ring. Randy screamed at me about being a traitor, and he told me that he knew about my relationship with John. Before I could even speak he backhanded me, and I fell to the mat. At that moment, John's music hit, and he came running down to the ring and started brawling with my brother while I crawled over to a turnbuckle and pulled myself back up. John put Randy's head in a headlock and gestured to me. Glaring at my brother, I walked up and I slapped him as hard as I could, and told him I was done with him, and his controlling me. After that, John lifted my brother onto his shoulders, and delivered the F-U. John came over to me and asked if I was ok, and I let him know I was fine -- pissed, but fine -- and I thanked him for helping me. John climbed out of the ring and grabbed a mic and explained to the crowd what had happened while Randy got out of the ring and walked backstage looking like a wounded animal. I'll never forget what happened next. John finsihed telling the crowd that over the six months of our "official" relationship, he had discovered he'd found the woman of his dreams. The crowd cheered loudly as he went down to one knee, my eyes widening in shock as he pulled out a gorgeous ring and proposed to me, right in my hometown. Naturally, I said yes.
You beamed as you finshed writing in your journal and looked at your hand, which was now adorned with not an engagement ring, but a wedding ring as well. You looked up as John came out of the shower, wiping his face with a towel.
"Writing again, babe?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yep," you replied, smiling back.
