-------For Alys because I never finished the other one, for replying to every e-mail and reviewing every chapter of every story I've written since February. Thank you-------

A/N: This is a John/OC fic and you'll notice he isn't in this chapter much, but this is just the set up. He'll have a big role (obviousl) It sounds like it's going to be like Sometimes, but it's not. Enjoy!-Kiera

Chapter One: The Girl In Question

What do you know about a girl? Well, whose the girl? Try a Hollywood actress. No, try an award winning, multi million dollar earning Hollywood actress. The answer: everything. This is the twenty first century. Thanks to the media there isn't a single thing a celebrity can hide. Their dirty laundry dries in public. Skeletons don't hide in closets for very long and the past never stays forgotten. But that doesn't quiet fit for our girl. An award winning, multi million dollar earning actress whose past, she didn't really want to stay hidden and said secrets could never stay hidden. Not with our girl. The girl in question, Mrs. Ava Carson.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, Ava Carson had been Ava Ashcroft. A sixteen year old who shared a bedroom with her sister Justine, was still mourning the sudden death of her father and dreamed of being an actress. Just like any other teenage girl it was what Ava really wanted to do. At sixteen she was already prepared, just incase Hollywood suddenly called. Her oscar speech was perfect (Best actress or Best supporting actress, she didn't mind). The smile she would flash at the cameras could be conjured in an instant and held for fifteen full minutes before her cheeks began to ache and she had the flick. the stop, flick and look mysterious. It didn't matter that Ava's mother, Sandra Ashcroft, could barely afford her and Justine's lunch money, never mind drama school, Ava would get by, somehow. She had cruelly lost her place in drama class thanks to that bitch Mrs. Kelsey, who didn't care that Ava's beloved father had suddenly died, rules where rules, she'd missed six lessons and she was out. In a fit of rage Ava had gone to the principal to plead her case and he in turn, and forced Mrs. Kelsey to let Ava audition for the year's play. She got the lead, and in every play that followed. Years later, whenever someone asked her how it had all started, she would reply fate. A month before her senior year concluded, a modelling agent saw her in the mall and signed her on the spot. Two weeks later she did a shampoo commerical, a month later a make-up shoot and by the end of the summer Ava headed to Hollywood instead of Havard where she'd won a scholarship. Then for three years, nothing happened. She shared a house with four other girls who fought over the smallest jobs. One by one they went home, but not Ava. She couldn't. She'd left home promising she'd be famous, and she couldn't return if she wasn't. Then overnight it happened. Somone saw Ava in a low budget horror movie and offered her a part in his next movie. That someone was Steven Spielberg. So her dream had been reailsed, soon enough everyone was talking about her, Ava's dream had come true. But this is a fairytale, and no fairytale is compleate without a prince.

Josh Carson was the hottest actor in Hollywood. He was talented, gorgeous and successful. Before Ava met him he'd already dated Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Lopez and Angelina Jolie. Their agents introduced them and set up dates. Before she knew it, a year had passed since Steven Spielberg had discovered her and Ava married Josh Carson in a $2 million cermemony that landed them on the cover of every magazine.

So, Ava got her happy ending, and why not? They where both rich, beautiful and talented to boots. Why wouldn't they live happily ever after? Because in reality, happily ever after lasts two weeks, three if you're lucky. Not forever. Ava may have been a celebrity, but she was still human and it was no different for her. But nobody saw it, not for a long time. Ladies and gentlemen, this of the story of Ava Carson, our girl in question.

That day, Ava answered the door to find Josh's agent, Gloria Nitlle standing there. She had big blonde hair, a stressed voice due to heavy smoking and her outfits fell into three categories. 1) too tight, 2) too short, 3) too bright. That day it was a clever mix of all three. Gloria grabbed Ava by her prada covered shoulders and pulled her close.

"Ava! Sweetie! Mwah, mwah!"

Gloria didn't kiss Ava, or even go close to her cheeks, she never did. She simply hugged her and made the noise. A habit Ava had always found a little disturbing.

"Can't you do anything about those vultures by the gate?"

She looked over Gloria's shoulder, towards the main gate althoughs he couldn't see anything.

"They aren't doing any harm."

Gloria ignored her and looked around the reception area, obviously looking for Josh. Ava left her and went into the living room, decorated in cream and white. She settled herself in a cream arm chair and picked up a piece of paper from the glass coffee table. Gloria followed, the fuschia PVC skirt squeaking with every step. She settled herself on the arm of another chair close to Ava and tried to peer at the paper.

"Script?"

"A letter from my Mom. She's getting remarried this week back home."

Gloria muttered something that sounded like 'trash'. Ava ignored her.

"Everyone's going to be there."

This was it you see. The beggining of the end, althought you'd never be able to tell just now. Because to her, everyone ment someone and that someone was John Cena, her high school sweetheart. Say goodbye to happily ever after people.