A/N – Okay so this is my several attempt to publish this story, but now things have gotten sorted out, I have my OWN computer and internet back. Please read and Review and tell me if your interested in reading this story, thank you guys!
~Pieces of Me~1~
How It all Began...
My name is Alexandria Marie Emerson. I'm 15 years old, and my mother is trying to kill me. My parents split up a few years ago, since then my mother has remarried and relocated her and my brothers. I choose live with my dad even before she decided that a small town in Massachusetts was so much better than our small City in Maine. I was not going to move. I can't believe that she actually wanted to rip me away from my friends and ruin my summer by sticking me in a house with my two brothers, a Step-dad I barely got along with ,and oh yeah my one year old sister . But she was cute so she was forgiven.
" Mom!" I whined from the backseat. " Why do you want to ruin my life? Seriously, I don't know anyone here. This is gonna be torture!" I groaned.
" It's just the summer, you'll make friends I promise" My mom reasoned.
"Gah!" I said stomping my foot on the floorboard.
" Would you stop being so over-dramatic?" Jesse said rolling his eyes
" Shut up you frigging Jerk!" I can't believe how much just the sound of his voice made me wanna punch him in the face.
" Language! And cut it out the both of you!" My stepfather Jack said.
" Frigging isn't a swear" I said sticking out my tongue.
" Alex, enough" my mom sighed.
I rolled my eyes and opened up my book and continued reading. I had gotten halfway through the book when it became too dark in the Van to read.
" I would so much rather be at home" I whispered.
" For this summer, West Newbury is your home" My mom stated.
It's torture, not home
I rolled my eyes, sighed and fell asleep.
"We're here!" My step dad yelled waking me up.
I sat up in my seat. I rubbed my eyes as my mom parked the vehicle. The big white house next door had it's front porch light on. I could see that my other two brothers were playing with a group of guys on their front lawn. My mom honked the horn to let my brothers know that I had arrived.
" Hey Missy! Need any help?" One of the guys within the group asked my mom.
" It's just Alexandria's luggage mostly. I think we can get it. Were you guys playing out in the rain?"
" Football is an all-weather sport." He reasoned.
" It's cool mom. Mikayla's already down for the night. Carol said she's fine till morning." My brother Tom said joining the group in and around the car.
I stretched and then opened the door and slowly climbed out. I yawned as I walked around to the back of the van to grab my suitcase. My dad had helped me load it into the van and had crammed my two suitcases tightly with all the stuff my parents had forgotten to clean out before coming to get me. I had to yank and wiggle it to attempt to pry it loose. I was so focused on trying to get them out that I didn't pay attention to the recent rain that had made the dirt driveway a slippery mud puddle.
"Hey watch-" was all someone had gotten out of their mouth before I lost my footing and landed with a hard thump, and flat on my ass. He grabbed both suitcases and set them on the ground.
I tried to get up, but only fell back down.
I let out a growl of frustration.
He chuckled before giving out his hand and helping me up.
" Your from Maine, shouldn't you be used to a little rain?" He asked amused.
" Or so you'd think, But gravity and I have a hateful relationship." I chuckled as I tried to wipe myself off.
He let out a smile. " Name's John by the way."
" Alex, but I'm guessing you already know that one."
"Your brothers already filled me in." he chuckled
" Wow. So they told you how much of a Bitch I can be, according to them, and yet you still decided to help me up?" I mused.
" I make my own opinions of people, and besides they didn't really use the term "Bitch", and I don't like to either."
" I see.." I nodded. " Hey, uh thanks for helping me up."
" No problem. Hey you wanna finish our game with us? No doubt Jessie's going to team up with Dan, Tom, Steve and Boog, real name's Sean but we call him Boog. He's the youngest of us."
" And you live in the house next door?" I asked.
" Yup" He nodded. " Me and my four brothers, dad and mom."
" Wait, your parents have five sons?" I asked shocked.
" Ah huh."
" Wow. Heh, I guess we're even. It's me my two biological brothers, stepbrother and half sister"
" Dan's the oldest, then me, Steve, Matt and Boog" John said picking up my suitcases and walking off with them.
" Where are you going with those?" I asked him, wondering where the hell he was going with my stuff.
" Bringing them inside" He told me like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
" I could have done it myself"
" Ah, one of those independent chicks." John grinned
" Yeah, what about it?" I said giving him a look.
" Nothing, I was just being nice that's all." He shrugged.
" Your right, I'm sorry for being rude. Usually when Jesse takes my things he has alternative motives." I said as we entered the house
" I'm not your brother, just the nice kid that lives next door." He smiled.
" Kid? How old are you anyways, 20 something?" I asked staring at him. Okay so more like I was doing a " Body Check" and let me tell you, what I was seeing wasn't really all that bad.
" No, 17" He grinned.
" No, there's no way. Not with...well a body like yours" I said keeping the drool to myself.
" Well I am, I go to the gym." He said and chuckled, I take it he was a little embarrassed by my statement.
" Nah, really? If you hadn't told me that I never would have guessed."
" Oh, and we have an expert on sarcasm in the house with us tonight people!" John exclaimed.
" Funny" I said smugly.
John stuck out his tongue.
" Your a crazy kid" I sighed.
" Well it beats a clumsy kid" He teased.
" Yeah, yeah" I rolled my eyes.
" So football game, you in or out...or are you afraid to break a nail?" He asked
" Bring it" I said poking his chest, and maybe a little bad ass attitude.
" Ah, she's a tomboy" John said rubbing his chin.
" Let me change out of my flip-flops and into my sneaks, and your on" I grinned.
I brought my suitcase into the living room, which wasn't too hard to find. I sat on the couch and quickly changed footwear.
" Let's go!" I said running out of the house with John trailing me.
" 41,22,64..Hut Hut!" I yelled as I crouched down.
John as I was informed was always Center, which meant he was behind me waiting for me to pass the football to him. I threw the ball between my legs and John caught it, quickly backed up a few steps before passing it to Matt who was running hard, but he didn't see Jesse on his side. Jesse tackled him.
" Yeah, Yeah. Shorty say what?" Jesse said as he did a little dance Jig.
" Your brother has a few screw loose" John chuckled.
" Don't I know it?" I chuckled. " Alright Madonna, let's run it again!" I yelled to try and get Jesse to stop dancing and focus on the game.
" Nice one!" John high five'd me.
I looked and Jesse was still dancing.
" Hey, Idiot! That's was just a tackle, save it for the touchdown!" I yelled again.
Jesse finally stopped and sighed going back to his original spot.
We played for another hour before my mom came over and said it was too late and dark to play football. A woman slightly older than my mom came out of the house.
" That's our moms, Her name's Carol, and Dad's name is Johnny." John explained coming up behind me.
" Your a junior?" I asked.
" Yup. Johnathan Felix Anthony Cena II" He said proudly.
" Cool" I shrugged.
" Come meet my mom!" John said grabbing my hand and yanking me into his house.
" Carol this is my oldest, Alexandria" My mom introduced me.
" Nice to meet you Mrs. Cena" I smiled.
She smiled. " Mrs. Cena is my Mother-in-Law. The neighborhood kids call me Mama Cena. I guess you could say we're the hang out house. I think they all spend more time here than at their own house" She chuckled. " I'm glad you could spend the summer with us."
I nodded. Okay so far I like their family. A lot like my own, so maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad.
" Oh my gosh! She's gotten bigger since the last time I saw her" I said spotting my little sister asleep on the couch. She had one arm wrapped around her stuffed bear and her other thumb was in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful.
" She started to get a little cranky, so I put her down." Carol explained.
" Thank you. She's not a huge fan of car rides. Five hours with a year old is a very long car ride" my mom pointed out
The next day all of us kids were hanging out in the Cena's basement. John and I were playing on the Foosball table while the other guys were playing some type of board game, Dan was at work.
" Oh Come on! That was a cheap shot. That doesn't count" John complained
" That was a fair shot, it totally counts" Jesse said.
" No!" John yelled.
" It's not my fault your slow" I insulted.
" Your a girl, I was taking it easy. I don't want to watch you cry"
" Yeah, okay" I scoffed. " Come on bring it all you got."
Even though he tried I still kicked butt.
" Haha I win" I said doing a little silly dance.
John just smiled and watched me.
"What?" I asked.
" Nothing" John smiled
" Come on, tell me!" I pleaded.
" Your kinda cute when you do that little dance" He laughed.
I smiled and turn red.
" Oh and she blushes too!"
" okay Stop it " I laughed as I was a little embarrassed. I was starting to develop a little crush on my muscular neighbor.
" Hey! It's Time" Boog said running downstairs and into the basement.
All the Cena boys but John scrambled upstairs.
" What's going on?" I asked.
" Wrestling's kinda a big thing in our house" John explained.
" It's big in mine too, well at my dad's house. Saturday Night Main Event! With everything going on, it slipped my mind. Do you guys mind if I watch with you guys?" I asked.
" No Way! Your into wrestling?" John asked flabbergasted.
" I'm a huge HBK fan"
" Me too" John smiled.
Over the next few weeks John became my best friend. Even though he was a guy I still couldn't believe just how easy it was to just relax and have fun with him. We become regular goof balls. I wasn't afraid to show my nerdy self around him. His Family was amazing.
A summer that I really did believe was going to be torture turned out to be the best one yet.
Even after I went home John and I still talked on the phone and I visited on vacations from school. To say that I had developed a massive crush on him was an understatement. But I never said anything, he was way out of my league and my best friend. I felt like we were closer than anyone of my other friends. There was just something about us.