Disclaimer: WWE owns John Cena, as well as any other superstar that may appear later on in this story. I solely own my OC Kaitlyn, as well as other minor OC's.

This story starts out back in November 2008, so I'll do my best to keep my story based on what happens from that time on. :)

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"So, this is it then?" I asked as Amanda was heading to the door to the apartment we'd been sharing for the past 8 months. She'd spent a majority of the day ignoring me and packing up her stuff. She even had movers helping her get her furniture out of our apartment. What made this whole situation worse? I had absolutely no idea she was moving out on me until the week before.

"Yep. This is it." She replied. "It was fun while it lasted, but the people we are now are not the same people we were when we moved here." I couldn't help but muffle the sarcastic laugh I felt when I heard her say this. I hadn't changed as much as she had, and the person she had become was not someone who I wanted to be associated with. She took one last look around and sighed. "Goodbye, Kait." She said before closing the door behind her.

All I could do was walk slowly around the apartment. Her old bedroom, her bathroom and the living room were completely empty. Our dining room was empty as well, except for the small dining set I had bought and my mom had helped me put together. I wandered into my room, crawled onto my bed and just started crying. I brought my knees up to my chest, resting my forehead on them. A few minutes later, I felt a pair of arms embrace me and I looked up to see my mom. Through the tears, I managed to smile slightly. Here I was, 21 years old, living on my own for the first time, which happened to be 1600 miles away from the rest of my family. My mom had flown to Tampa a few days after I found out about Amanda. She surprised me with the trip, as she didn't tell me until the night before her flight. At the moment, she was comforting me, just letting me cry on her shoulder.

I was able to pay the rent for that month, so I could focus on trying to find someone new who would take over the last few months of the lease, as well as decide if I would move back home or stay here. My mom left a few days later and I was all alone. Each day was the same for me. If I worked, I'd go to work. I wouldn't go out much. In fact, the only time I left my apartment was the one time a week I would go to a friend's house to watch Monday Night RAW. It was the one thing I couldn't miss each week, because I was a huge wrestling fan. Wrestling had become my outlet. All my friends I'd met through wrestling, so it was a huge part of my life, especially since I didn't have any source to the outside world at home. I had no cable and no Internet. All I had was my TV and a DVD player, so I'm sure I watched every movie I owned two or three times.

As the end of the month was approaching, I still hadn't found someone to fully commit to moving in to my apartment and assuming half the responsibility of the rent and bills. One day, while I was at work on my break, one of the store's regular customers approached me. He was a very nice old man in his late 60s. One of the reasons he was in the store so much was because I had helped in his granddaughter while she was training and her grandfather and I had become friends. He sat down across from me and said "So I've been thinking about your situation, Kaitlyn. You know it's just me at home, except for the times I have my kids and grandkids over. I have a guest house by my pool. It came with the house when I bought it and no one really uses it. I'd like to extend to you this offer: You can rent the guest house from me. It's got a kitchen, small living room, a good size bedroom and bathroom and a side room with a washer and dryer off of the bathroom. I'll take $400 a month in rent and this will include utilities. How does that sound?"

I looked at him, tears forming in my eyes. I was touched by his kindness and his desire to help out a friend of someone he loved. "Sounds good to me, Mr. Carpenter, thank you." He smiles and says "Please, call me Frank." He paused for a moment. "Well I guess I should let you get back to work. Here's my number, give me a call once you figure out when you'll start moving your stuff in. If you need any help, let me know." We shook hands and he left after saying "Hi" to Jessica, his granddaughter.

The next week I had a few days off and used those days to start moving my stuff into Frank's guest house. We had gotten together a few days prior so I could pick up the keys and discuss if he had any rules. I was raised to respect the wishes of those I live with. Frank told me he was realistic, he understood that I was 21 years old and that I had a social life. He had no qualms about me having friends over, having a guy over or me not coming home at night. All he asked was if I was going to be out late or if I wasn't going to be home, that I let him know. Apparently, the alarm system he had would arm both the main house and the guest house at the same time. So, if I wasn't going to be home or if I was going to be late, he'd know whether or not to set the alarm. He said I was free to decorate how I wished. He wasn't against me painting or hanging pictures or posters on the walls.

On my first day moving stuff into the guest house, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the guest house was decorated. There was already some furniture in the living room: a beige couch and loveseat were sitting along the walls with a black side table in the corner between them and two smaller side tables at the other end of the couch and loveseat. "Cool, I don't have to worry about getting living room furniture. I can put a TV there or something.", I thought. I was pleased to see that the bedroom had a good size walk in closet and that the bathroom had both a Jacuzzi tub AND a shower. I definitely have days where I prefer baths and days where I prefer showers. Once I had everything moved in a few days later, on my 22nd birthday no less, I stopped by my apartment, left the keys on the counter, picked up the last of my mail that would be delivered there and said goodbye to one chapter. I went out to dinner with a few friends to celebrate. When I got home a few hours later, I said hello to this new chapter of my life before shutting my eyes and falling asleep.

So that was my life the last month. I'll admit, making the decision to stay in Florida over moving back home to Michigan was very difficult. My family really wanted me back. But my thought was that if I moved back home, in some way, I was letting Amanda win. After all, I'm sure she wanted me to go back home, to be away from the friend we had made mutually and everything. I decided to stay because I wasn't going to let her win, but mostly because, for the first time in my life, I was trulyon my own. After everything I had been through I my life, I needed to do this to prove to myself that I am someone. No matter what, I was not going to regret anything in my life, from this point forward. "No more regrets, Kait," I thought to myself as I was walking around my neighborhood on a beautiful Tuesday morning. I guess I should mention that I was living in a gated community, which was a little weird for me. Most people that lived here were driving really expensive cars, while I was driving in and out of this community daily driving my 98 Ford pickup truck. It was a sturdy vehicle, I had driven it down to Florida from Michigan when I moved here and it had over 100,000 miles on it. But it got me from point A to point B safely, so it was good enough for me.

As I was heading back home, I stopped at the community bulletin board to see what was happening in my neighborhood. I noticed an ad someone posted, looking for a pet sitter. I love animals, so I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. No one answered, so I left a message inquiring about the position. "Hello, my name is Kaitlyn and I'm calling in regards to the ad for a pet sitter. I'm really interested in the position if it hasn't already been filled. You can reach me at this number. Have a great day!" I left my number, hoping I'll hear back from the person who posted the ad. I could have really used the extra money, since I didn't have a set schedule at work and my hours can fluctuate every week. As the day went by, without hearing back from the pet owner, I became slightly discouraged, but I figured if it was meant to be, it would happen. I went to work later on that day, came home and went straight to bed. I had a long day at work and just wanted to sleep.

The next morning I woke up around 10am. I checked my phone for any missed calls or messages. Seeing I have none, I stretch and got out of bed. I go to the door and open it, seeing that it's a beautiful fall day. The sun is out and I decided to go for a quick swim. I left the door open, turning back inside, where I grabbed a bathing suit and go into my bathroom to change. After I change, I threw my hair into a high pony tail, grabbed a towel and headed outside. Throwing the towel on a lounge chair, I dive into the water, exhilarated by the feel of the cool water on my skin. I swim some laps, stopping to rest for a few minutes, before swimming some more laps. I repeat this routine for about an hour, finally getting out of the pool, where I grabbed the towel. I wrapped it around my body and rang out my hair, when I heard my phone ringing. I picked up the phone and see that it's a number I don't recognize, but since it's a local area code, I answer. It may have been someone from work.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Hi. I'm calling for Kaitlyn. Is she available?" I heard a male voice ask.

"This is she. May I ask who this is, please?" I replied, wondering if it was the pet owner looking for a pet sitter.

"Awesome! I'm glad I've gotten a hold of you. My name is John. I was the one the posted the ad for a pet sitter. You're the first person to respond, so I figured I would return your call and see if you'd be interested in joining me for lunch, as sort of an interview, only with food, because I'm hungry!" He asked, sounding hopeful.

"Sure, I'd love to. Did you want to meet up someplace?" I asked, laughing because the way he said he was hungry sounded really funny.

"No, we live in the same community right? I'll just pick you up. What's the house number?" he asked me, sounding happy that I agreed to join him for lunch.

I told him the house number and he said he'll be outside the house in 40 minutes. We hung up the phone and I ran into the bathroom, taking one of the fastest showers I can remember taking. I wrapped a towel around myself after stepping out of the shower stall. I combed out my hair before throwing it up into a ponytail. I threw on some black shorts and a blue t-shirt. After applying some moisturizer to my face, I throw my phone in my purse, grabbed my keys and locked the door behind me. As I walked through the covered parking area between the garage and the side of the house, I saw a strange vehicle sitting in the drive way. I took a few steps forward and stopped. "John, is that you?" I asked cautiously. "Yeah, it's me. Are you ready?" I heard in response. I started to walk toward the Jeep. The closer I got; the slower I seemed to be moving. "It can't be" I think to myself. As I approached the passenger side of the Jeep, I looked into the vehicle, gasping as I find myself looking into the cerulean blue eyes of John Cena. "Oh my goodness, is this for real?" I thought, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of John opening the door for me. "Get in," he said. I got into the Jeep, nearly slipping out because my stupid flip flop decided to slide. Once I'm safely inside and I closed the door, John backed out and raced off toward some restaurant, while I'm sitting in total shock attempting to deal with this crazy curve-ball that life has just thrown me.

So, this is my very first fan fiction! I hope y'all like it so far, if you do, feel free to favorite the story, favorite me, etc. I ask this: if you do take the time to read, please take a few additional minutes to review. I'm open to all reviews and constructive criticism.

Thanks everyone! Chapter 2 will be up soon!