Okay guys so I'm reposting chapter 1 to the rewrite version since someone pointed out that the ages didn't make since hope this helps .

Intro

I had lived in West Newberry ,Massachusetts for most of my life. When I was seven , my parents died so I was sent to live with my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. When I was eight,I stopped calling them Aunt and Uncle and started referring to them as Mommy and Daddy. I grew up down the road from the Cena family, who were good friends of my parents. I became good friends with one of their boys.

His name was John and he was the second oldest. John was funny and could always make me laugh when I felt down. He was an amazing rapper too. However, he had moved out to California. When I was thirteen, he had gotten into World Wrestling Entertainment, other wise known as the WWE. The Cenas were like my second family. I called Mr Cena "Sir" because he was like my Uncle. While Mrs. Cena or "Mrs. C" as I called her was like my Aunt. All of the boys expect John became like my cousins. John was more of a big brother to me. After John had left for California however, I stopped going over to their house. I didn't get along with his brothers all that well and I missed him a lot. Then came the fall of my Junior year and that was when things changed in a way I never thought they would.

Chapter 1

It was a cold windy day in November. I'd just gotten home from school when I saw someone sitting in the living room with my mom. I stopped in the doorway when I saw it was Mr. Cena sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. He smiled at me as he stud up and came over and gave me a hug.

"Krissy! Oh my goodness, kiddo, you're all grown up. It's been a very long time since I've seen you." Sir said, hugging me.

"It's good to see you too, Sir. I know it's been a while, but it's hard with John gone." I said, returning the hug.

After we had pulled away we both went to sit down. Sir took his chair back and I went an sat on the sofa with my mom. Everyone was quiet for a while. I was getting scared that something bad had happen to someone. So when Sir got up and handed me an enveloped I took a breath.

"What is this?" I asked Mr. Cena

"It's tickets to the Survivor Series pay per view at the Garden in Boston along with a backstage pass." Mr. Cena.

I couldn't believe it. I had always wanted to go to a WWE pay per view, but my parents couldn't afford the tickets out of state. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face as I got up and hugged Mr. Cena.

"Thank you, Sir! Thank you so much! This is so amazing!" I told him.

"Don't thank me. I wasn't the one who gave them to you." Mr. Cena said.

"You might want to thank me for that, Kitty Kris." said a familiar voice.

I went stiff when I heard my old nickname. I looked around when Mr. Cena pulled away from me and I gasped in shock. My eyes went wide and I blinked a few times, making sure that I wasn't seeing things. He looked different . He was six foot two wearing baggie shorts, a t-shirt with a hoodie over top. His rebock shoes and that infamous half smile of his. I was frozen in shock.

"J..John?" I whispered after a couple of minutes.

He smiled again and then walked over. He picked me up and swung me around the room. It had been a long time since he had done that or held me that tight for that matter. When he stopped swinging, me he sat me down and looked at me.

"Well, I'm not the only one who's changed. You're not my Johnny John anymore. You're the Champ, The Prototype, the Chain Gang Commander and The Doctor of Thugonomics. Did I miss anything?" I asked as I looked into his eyes.

John just smiled and laughed at all his nicknames. I think it surprised him that I knew all of his nicknames.

"I'll say this, those nicknames are nice, but I missed Johnny the most." John said with a smile.

I just laughed and hugged him again. I had missed him so much over the years till this seemed like a dream. One I didn't want to wake up from. We stayed like that for awhile until my dad came home.

He was as surprised to see John as I had been After a quick chat between John and my dad, My mom spoke up and said I should show John my room.

I sighed and asked why. All she did was stare at me. So I took the hint and showed John the way up to my room since I was pretty sure he'd forgotten were it was. Once, there I opened the door and we walked in.

"Well, this is it." I told him.

"Wow it looks … it looks... different then I remember. I didn't know you watched WWE." John said as he walked over and sat on the bed.

We stayed quiet for a while. John looked around my room and smiled when his eyes landed on the picture that sat next to my computer. It was a picture of John and I from the summer before he left for college.

"Okay so you watch WWE? So who are some of your favorites?" John asked as he looked around my room.

"Well I like Bret Hart, David Hart Smith, Tyson Kidd, Evan Bourne, HBK, Rey and you of course." I told him.

I'd never told anyone that John was Raw Superstar crush because I didn't want anyone to know. John gave me his half smile and hugged me.

"It's okay, Kitty Kris. I'm glad that you like me. I was actually about to ask what about me." John said looking around again.

"OK, well, you're not just my favorite superstar and I'm also your number one fan." I said blushing.

"Hey it's okay I'm glad that I'm your favorite. My best friend is my number one fan. At least now I don't feel so awkward about getting you the ticket and the backstage pass for the pay per view." John said.

I just smiled again trying to hide my blush.

"So tell me, Champ, how has your life been since you left home?" I asked.

"It's been good. Well, it was tough at first. I mean, when I first got to California, I had to work as a limo driver and also at..." I had to stop him.

"You were a limo driver?" I asked trying to hide my laughter.

"Yes I was a part time limo driver and I worked at Gold's Gym. Is there something wrong with that Miss Teen Queen?" John asked me.

"You know I hate being called " Teen Queen", John." I told him.

John just burst out laughing. He knew I hated being called " Teen Queen". Finally after about ten minutes John stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, Kitty, but you have to admit you would have been a great " Miss" something." John said.

"Well, I did win homecoming duchess my freshman year... I dated the quarter back of the football team, but I gave it all up." I told him.

John was somewhat in shock. At least from the look on his face. John knew that I had always wanted to be a cheerleader and that I had always dreamed of dating the quarter back, but he also remembered I wanted a fairy tale life like every little girl. Sadly, life is no fairy tale.

"Kitty you joking … you just took yourself away from your friends like that and just completely cut yourself off like that. Did someone hurt you? Did that guy rape you or something? You know you can tell me anything." John said.

"No... one hurt me and no I wasn't raped. I just didn't want to be popular anymore. I don't know why Johnny. I just know that I wasn't going to be the school slut." I told him.

I couldn't help but wish I was like them. They belonged here and I didn't. John noticed that something seemed to be bothering me, so he crouched down in front of my looking worried.

"Kitty? Does this have anything to do with the fact that I left without telling you or saying goodbye to you?" John asked.

I looked at him and saw that his worry had been replaced by hurt.

"No. It's not that, John. I got over that a long time ago. It's just... when you did come back home you wouldn't come over here to see me! I've seen you when you wold come home and every single time. I'd think Maybe he'll come over. Maybe he'll finally come and see me! But you didn't! You.. just..." I stopped speaking then burst into tears, finally letting it all out.

John sighed as he rubbed a hand across his face then looked down at the floor.

"Kitty ...I... I'm so sorry. I know how you feel. I should have come over or at least tried to talk to you or something. But when I would see you... you weren't smiling like I remember. You just...you…looked like you were going to cry and I just couldn't stand the thought of it. I know from what my dad told me that my leaving was hard on you. So when I'd come home, I didn't know if you would actually want to see me." John said.

I couldn't take it. I'd never wanted to hurt John a day in my life. I instantly regretted yelling at him. So I did the only thing I could. I stood up and threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. I hated myself for yelling at him. My best friend that only guy I knew that understood me.

It is true that, when John left it hurt, because he was my only best friend, but I had to buck up I wasn't a little girl anymore. I was a teenager and about to finish high school. That was when it hit me I was indeed in love with my best friend, but there was nothing I could do about it. We didn't say anything until John broke the silence.

"Krissy...I... god this is so hard." John said.

I pulled back a little bit in pure shock. He had never called me Krissy a day in my life it was always Kitty or Kitty Kris, but never Krissy. I pulled back and I saw something in his eyes I had never seen before.

"Johnny what is it? Something is wrong and you know you can tell me anything." I told him.

"Do you remember Liz?" John asked me.

"Yeah what about her?" I asked.

"She... she broke my heart when I got my job in WWE. We were planning on getting married but she broke it off . Then we got back together and then she broke it off again." John said with tears in his eyes.

I felt my anger boil over. I remember Liz from back when John was still living here at home, but I hated Liz from the moment I laid eyes on her. I wasn't the only who hated her. I knew that my parents and Andy hated her too.

"Johnny, listen to me okay. You don't need her. You've got your parents, your brothers, my parents, Andy and I. You have your friends at work and all your friends from high school and not mention all your crazy friends from college. So, don't think you need that bitch to be happy because you don't. You've got people who love you no matter what you do for a living." I told him as I kissed his cheek.

John smiled at me and his eyes had that sparkle in them again.

"You're right Kitty. I've forgotten how much you can cheer me up and make me feel better." John said.

"What are best friends for, Johnny." I said.

I gave John a smile then he pulled into a hug. When we pulled apart I looked John in the eyes and ran my hand very genitally over the scars on his neck and shoulder. John smiled and very slyly the next thing I knew I was on the floor getting tickled. John knew I hated to be tickled but he had me laughing so hard that I didn't hear Andy walk into my room.

"John Cena get your hands off my sister!" Andy said with a smile.

John and I stood up as Andy came over and patted John on the back.

"Welcome home, Champ." Andy said .

"Thanks, man. It's good to be home. You're looking good." John said.

"Yeah I know. I see you picked up right back to where you and my sister left off. So, when is the wedding anyway? I figured you'd up pop the question to her." Andy said.

John and I looked at each other and laughed. Andy was the only person who could get away with that joke. It had for a long time been a little inside joke between the three of us. Later on that night after John had gone home and I had showered and gotten ready for bed. I found a card laying next to my ticket and backstage pass. I picked up the card and got on the bed and open the card it read.

Dear Kitty,

I know it's been a long time since we've seen each other, but I thought this ticket and backstage pass might help make up for me leaving. In a way, I know it won't, but hopefully they'll make up for some of it. I have something else that also might help make up for me leaving.

You are going to be ringside with me on Sunday when I face Chris Jericho. Also, you will backstage with me before the show, so you get to meet everyone. I don't know if you watch wrestling, but if you don't, that's okay because I'll introduce you to everyone anyway. You'll have a blast, Kitty I promise and you know when I make a promises I always try and keep it.

Johnny Boy.

I smiled as I laid the card down back on the night stand and turned off the light. As sleep came over me, I couldn't help but smile because I knew tonight I wouldn't be crying myself to sleep from missing John so much, wondering where he was, if he knew just how much I had missed him and also if he would ever find out just how much I love him.