He stared out the window as the rain poured down, from the steel gray clouds outside. His brow wrinkled, an upside down v forming above the bridge of his nose, as he glanced at the clock 8am. Why in the world had his manager scheduled the interview, and photo shoot for so damn early the day after a match, or three as the case was.  The cell phone in his pocket buzzed, then rang three times before he finally picked up.

�Hi Mom, what�s new today?�

Carol Cena chuckled more to herself than her son � Not a whole lot sweetie just calling to check on you, and make sure you got up in time for your interview. By the way your father wants to know how your match was last night.�

�It was ok, I�m sore as hell, and I�m up it�s raining here.� He took a breath �It�s kind of lonely but it�s okay. I�ll go get lunch after wards, work out, and then come back to the room and hang out maybe get some extra sleep.�

�Well, when you get back before you sleep let us know how it went, we love you baby.�

�I love you guys too mom. I�ll talk to you in a while.� He clicked his phone shut and headed to the door of his suite knowing that the limo would be waiting outside.

Tatem Stevens glared at the motor of her 93 mustang. Why did the damn thing always have to pick the rainiest days to not start? She glanced at her watch, then up at the clouds shaking her head. She started walking, as fast as she could while carrying a backpack loaded down with a lap top, and the other necessary odds and ends she�d need to take pictures today.  She knew she had a couple of hours to get there, but with this rain, it�d take at least 30 minutes, and she always like being very early so that she could set everything up herself. Tatem laughed to herself as she sidestepped a particularly large puddle.

Being early was one of her dad�s biggest things, she could hear his voice in her head now. �The thing of it is Tatem, you have to leave time for a flat tire, or worse, and if you get there and have to wait big deal! At least then they can�t say you weren�t on time.�
She shook her head and gave a self-steadying cough; nothing had been the same since her dad had died the month before her birthday.  But now was not the time to dwell, or cry for that matter, she had to get to work and get things set up. She stopped at the corner waiting for the light to change so that she could walk across the street and up the hill to the offices where she�d be shooting today. Tatem loved that her boss was her best friend, one because she could get anything she wanted prop wise for a shoot, and two if she was late generally Darcy didn�t say anything. Her phone began ringing in her pocket, singing was more the tone. She�d been rather intoxicated the evening Darce told her what her next big assignment would be, so she downloaded a John Cena ring tone to her phone, Bad man. She giggled as she retrieved it, the words getting louder by the second.

�Your boy�s a bad man, invading the streets.� She giggled, �What is up chicken butt?�

�Not a whole lot where are you? Your never this late!� Darcy said between bites of toast �Dude did the prissy not start again?�

�Yup that�s the case, and I�m like twenty minutes from the office. I ran most of the way, well, walked at a very brisk pace.� Tatem made a disgusted noise in her throat, �You know, this dumb ass in a limo just pulled up in my way, and got me wet, and is now rolling the window down. I�ll call ya back.�
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