Speak Now
by barry effin' gibb
chapter one;
Mean

"Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!" seven year old John Felix Anthony Cena called out from the round tree trunk in his front yard. He leaned back and uncovered his eyes, "Ready or not! Here I come!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, starting to scan the yard for anything that seemed out of place.

His blue eyes watched the yard for a few seconds before he heard a rusting in the bushes by the front yard and like the eager hunter, he sprinted to the source. He parted the bushes with his hands and glanced down, spotting his close friend, Chelsea Taylor.

"God, Chelsea, you suck," John told her bluntly, letting his hand reach in to help her out. He had been taught to be nice to girls, but Chelsea wasn't a girl. She hung out with the boys twenty-four seven and was one of them.

Chelsea pushed a strand of her blond hair out from her green eyes and swatted his hand away, "I don't need your help, John," she snapped, crawling out of the bushes.

John put his hands up in defense and shrugged, backing off. He stopped in mid-step, though and looked back to the girl who was smoothing out the wrinkles in her blue sundress. A dress? He curiously spun back and stared at the material.

Growing up in a house of all boys, he had seen a few things about girls – especially from his twelve year old brother who had claimed he had been to second base with a girl named Jenny in his class. He was told that girls wore dresses to impress people, mainly boys. So, of course, this caught his attention and he continued on.

"Who are you trying to impress?" he demanded, his hands on the hips of his worn out jean shorts. The entire Cena clan of brothers rarely wore shirts when they played, so John's tan little torso was showing off the mini-muscles that he was working up on. He raised an eyebrow as she looked somewhat shocked.

"Impress?" she asked, somewhat confused.

"Yeah!" he told her, ignoring the game of hide and seek, much to the dismay of the other brothers and kids of the neighborhood. "Seriously!"

"I'm not trying to impress anyone," Chelsea said simply. "My mom's making us go get pictures taken later on today and I had to wear it..."

John didn't believe her and voiced that with a, "You're lying," before stepping back again – then realizing he had one more thing to say to her. "You'd never impress anyone, Chelsea. You have no boobs!" he said, pointing to the seven year old girl who seemed close to the edge of tears. "Look at you!" John said, "You've got bruises and scrapes all over!" he said, pointing to her black and blue marks all around her body from playing.

Chelsea blinked back the tears from her eyes and walked up to John, kicking him in the shin with her saddle-shoe covered foot before starting to run to her house.

John doubled over in pain and sighed, grabbing his shin. "Brat!" he yelled after the blue dress which waved in the wind. "You're never invited here again!" He gained his composure and looked around with a groan, "OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE!" he screamed and the group of seven boys ran out and jeered that John couldn't even find them.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll go count again," he mumbled, going back to his tree and covering his eyes. "One, two, three..."

Chelsea had gone to take the photos with her mother, step-father and her two little brothers, Kyler and Keith. She came home and walked to the bathroom. Her shoes stepped up on the little step stool in front of the sink. Her little hands rested on the cool tile sink rim, staring at her reflection.

Being "one of the boys" was tough, she always was the one girl that none of the Cena boys tried to kiss, even though every time they would have girls around, Matt and John would always try to make moves on the girls even though they were no older than eight. They would constantly tell the girl about how it felt to get kissed and they would never let her try it...

She had even asked John one day, since she was closest to him and he simply said, "You're not a girl."

Her heart had snapped in millions of tiny pieces and at seven, she felt like she would never be loved. The blond sighed and reached up, pulling the nice hair barrettes that her mother put in her hair to make her seem like a girly-girl. She let them rest on the sink side and washed her face before pulling her long blonde curls into a ponytail.

Chelsea's eyes looked down to her body and realized that John was right. Even at seven, she knew that she was not really going to ever get John's attention and she didn't even feel bad about that. The girl sighed and looked down to the roll of toilet paper beside her, getting an idea. She pulled off at least fifty sheets and ripped, pushing the wadded up balls into her dress, watching as they gave her an instant pair of breasts.

She pushed her shoulders back and moved from side to side, admiring her new figure before there was a sharp rap at the wooden door. She jumped back and listened.

"Chelsea?" the voice asked, "It's John," the small voice sounded from the other side. "I wanted to talk to you," he said. Chelsea knew that it was all a ruse, that he had done this because his dad probably heard everything from earlier. He was probably forced to come over and apologize to her.

Chelsea, without thinking about her chest, opened the door and watched as John's eyes trailed from her face down to her chest – looking somewhat shocked.

"What the heck are you trying to do?" he asked, reaching in and taking a strand of toilet paper that was visable, pulling the ball out. He burst out in laughter and dropped to the floor, laughing and rolling around with tears of his struggle forming in his eyes. "Oh my god! That's rich! Are you stuffing your non-existant bra?" he laughed.

Chelsea felt the tears forming in her eyes once again, shaking her head and trying to keep them from escaping her eyes. "Shut up," she said softly.

John glared at her and shook his head, "It's not my fault you're stupid!"

Chelsea glared at him and kicked, not really caring about where she would hit and found him gasp from laughter before screaming out in pain. She kicked right between his legs and stepped over his frame which was moaning aloud. She moved down the hallway and into her room, leaving John behind.

Chelsea had cried herself to sleep that night, horrified at the fact that John had done what he had. But, being the big girl that she was, she got up the next morning and walked down the road to the Cena's house. When she got there, she walked up to the front door and knocked a few times, stepping back and letting her hands go to her back pockets of her faded and ripped jeans.

Mr. Cena walked up to the door and smiled through the glass, opening the door enough for her to come in. "Good morning, Chelsea! Did you want to see John?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Actually, I was wondering if Matt was here," she said softly – not wanting to let John to hear her.

"He's at soccer practice, here, let me get Johnny," he said, calling out the next bit. "John! Chelsea's here!"

Chelsea shyly thanked Mr. Cena who returned back to his spot in front of the television watching reruns of AWA. Chelsea walked outside and stood on the porch, finally plopping down in a few minutes. She listened as she heard the thuds of John's feet jumping onto the landing before walking outside.

Chelsea didn't turn to face him and spoke, looking in front of her. "I'm sorry for kicking you," she told him before finally glancing over to him over her shoulder.

The young girl froze as she saw John wearing a pair of shorts and a Hulkamaniac shirt with a bunch of toilet paper wadded into his chest. He jutted his chest out and said, "Look, I'm more of a girl than you!" he chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. "Jealous, Chelsea?"

Chelsea saw red, jumping up and slapping him across the face, shaking her head and running off the porch and back onto the street, sprinting with tears down her face back to her house.

When she got into her house, she jogged up the stairs to her room and screamed into her pillow, laying face down.

"I hate John Cena! I hate him, I hate him!"

Author's Note;

Hey you guys! What's up? I've been playing with this idea for a long time; using an album to tell a story and I couldn't think of a better example of an album that's been played multiple times on my iTunes! If you don't know "Speak Now" by Taylor Swift, I hope you can google or youtube the songs that are used as chapter names. This last chapter was named "Mean", after her song. As you can tell, at least if you're a Swift fan, I am not going in order. 3 I'd love to hear your ideas what song you think is coming next! Bonus points and shoutouts who get it right!

Anyways, this story will span throughout John and Chelsea's friendship and will end with John winning his latest title, so this one will take a LOT of time! 3 I hope you guys like Chelsea and everything she's standing for so far. I love how she has bruises... think about that. You'll know more about her soon. Did you like childhood Johnny boy? He was sort of rude, haha, but whatever! All boys are at that age !

If I get THREE reviews, I will update. And I will also be updating The Story of Us, Runaway and Center of Attention soon. Summer is ONE DAY AWAY for me ! : ) I love you all.
xoxo
Ashley