Title: From Rags To Riches
Authors: Lolawwe & angelleakorah
Rating: M
Disclaimer: The main character I own is Julie Stevenson.
Summary: John's fame is starting to go to his head. How does one person help remind him where he came from? Starring John Cena. R&R.
A/N: This story is co-written with my friend and fellow author, Angelle.
Chapter One
John Cena. The WWE Champion. Famous Rapper. The list goes on. He had everything he could ever dream of. Money. Fame. Girls. Whatever he wanted, he got. One of the perks of being rich and famous. It seemed he'd forgotten where he had come from. It wasn't that easy for everyone.
Julie Stevenson knew that. She would have given just about anything to be rich and famous. Unfortunately for her, she was neither. Her bank balance never excelled three digits and the only thing she was famous for was the customer service she offered at a small restaurant. She spent long hours as a waitress for a lousy salary and a job that was wasn't or never will be rewarding.
"Hey John, are you coming to the club? VIPS only." Dawn Marie smirked.
"Aight. Give me five minutes." John said.
"Great. We'll wait for you outside." Dawn told him.
"Sure."
"Julie, what are you doing tonight?" Sarah, a fellow employee asked.
"Just the usual." Julie replied.
"Why don't you come to a club with us?" Sarah suggested.
"Yeah, come on, Jules. It'll be fun." Another employee insisted.
"I'm sorry, guys. I just can't afford it. I owe too much in late fees." Julie confessed.
"Oh, Julie. If you're stuck for cash we can help out." Sarah offered.
"No!" Julie exclaimed.
She was a proud woman. She wouldn't borrow money of anybody under any circumstances. She hated borrowing money from people. She would rather work hard to pay off her debts than have someone pay them for her. That's just the way she was. She felt better in the long run.
"John, what do you want to drink?"
"I'll get these." John grinned. "Bartender, a bottle of your finest champagne please."
"Coming up." The bartender said.
John sat down on one of the couches and took in the scene around him. Beautiful women. Lots of them all enjoying themselves. The décor was amazing. Very bright and eye-catching. It was impossible to feel down with the atmosphere around him.
Julie put the key in the lock of her front door, The paint was chipping off the door and window frames and the yard was beginning to overgrow. It was far from the way she imagined her house would be when she first moved in.
"One of these days." She kept telling herself.
She sighed as she stepped inside. The place was so dull and dreary. Her furniture looked like it had been donated from a charity shop. Julie threw herself down into her worn armchair. Being in the house made her feel miserable but for Julie, she didn't have any other option.
OK, this is a slightly different approach than usual so please let us know what you thought. All reviews are welcome, including constructive criticism. Outright rudeness is not and will just be ignored. Thanks for reading.
Lola and Angelle