More Than I Expected.
Chapter Three - Dinner with the Cena Family.

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My mother just told me we were having dinner with the Cena Family. How excited, right? No, not at all. The typical story with eating dinner with friends, is my parents' put on some sort of mask, pretending that their relationship is perfect. Meanwhile, I have to sit and act like Little Miss. Perfect. Well not tonight, I' have decided to rebel against their plan. Tonight, for once, I will act like myself.

Quickly, I applied sable colored eyeliner, and lip-gloss. With my fingers, I stroked my hair and kept it down. The black locks lay softly on my mid back. I had on some light denim jeans, and a light brown tanktop, with a dark brown one over it. I slipped on my white sneakers, before making my way downstairs.

"You're wearing, that?" My father glared, as I slippd on my hooded sweatshirt.

"Yes."

He scoffed, as my mother entered the room. Rolling my eyes, I pushed between them and went outside. They came out together, holding hands, and locking the door. We walked to the house next door, and rang the doorbell. With a huge smile, Carol answered the door. Gladly, she let us through, hugging both of my parents.

"Nice to see you again, Aubrey. How are you?"

"Great, yourself?"

"I'm doing fabulous. John is downstairs in the basement, you should join him. He's alone." she suggested, as she took my parents' coats.

I nodded, a sigh escaped my lips, as I walked down to the basement. I took a peek and saw John playing solitare by himself.

"Hey," I greeted coming down fully. He glanced up from his game and waved.

"Aubrey, right?"

"Mhm." I took a seat, near the edge of the couch he was sitting on.

"Yeah," he adjusted his black cap, "So, tell me about yourself."

"Let's put it simple," I leaned back on the chair, his eyes meeting mine, "I'm different than other girls."

He smirked, my simple sentence seemed to satisfy him.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Oh," He slightly nodded, "Well, I'm eighteen. You know, I'm heading to college soon? I'm playing football."

Showing a bit of interest, I smirked, "Cool. You must be good then."

"I guess," he took off his hat, running a hand through his short brunette hair, "What college are you going to?"

"The College of Undecided."

A laugh came through his lips, "I see. I'm staying here in Massachussetts. Springfield is closest to my family."

"I want to move away from my family," I muttered, only to have him ignore the comment.

We sat in a comfortable silence, until his voice sliced through it.

"Are you usually this quiet?"

"I suck at conversations."

He slowly nodded, "Oh. Well, do you want to do something?"

"Sure," I answered with a lazy grin.

"Well, do you want to dance?"

I stared at him oddly before letting out a laugh. "I don't dance."

"Hm, okay. We can head up to my room?" he questioned

"That's great. Do I look like a slut, or the type of girl who would let you in my pants?" I snapped angrily, what the hell is his problem?

"Relax! Get your mind out of the gutter. I just wanted to play video-games."

Slightly embarrassed, I just agreed. We headed upstairs to the living room, our parents talking. We quickly went upstairs, and walked into his bedroom. His bed was just like mine, right next to the window. His television was right across the bed with him setting the game. Smirking, I stood near the doorway, watching him.

"Take a seat," he offered, patting the floor. I sat down next to him, as he handed me a control.

"Do you know how to play this?" he asked as he put in a race car game.

"Yeah." I said taking off my hoodie, he looked at me awkardly.

"What?"

"Nothing." he muttered picking the car he wanted. I did the same, soon we were racing.

"Ha! I'm beating you." he said as we got into more conversation.

"Not for long, Cena," I laughed as I raced in front of him. All of a sudden his hands were messing with my controller.

"Cheater!" I said punching his arm. He stuck his tongue out at me, playfully pulled it.

"AH!" he yelled. His tongue was put back in his mouth after I let go of it.

"Your so cruel." he told me, shaking his head.

"I try," Shrugging my shoulders, I continued our game, "Your tongue is wet."

"I didn't know tongues were supposed to be dry," he sarcastically rolled his eyes.

John and I continued to talk, about sports, life, and other things. It felt so right to talk to him. Even though, we have just met, he was such an outgoing, funny and weird guy. With surprise, I liked it. After playing, we all ate dinner together. The normal routine, but this family was talked and exchanged all these cool conversations. I'm telling you it was so interesting. I wish it were like that in my house.

"Thank-you, for inviting us to dinner." I thanked shaking Mr. and Mrs. Cena's hand. They smiled and so did John.

"Thanks Carol and Johnathan, it was fun." my mother screeched hugging them. My dad just waved like his usual self. We left the house and entered ours.

"So honey, how did you and John get along?" my mom asked.

"Great." I mumbled going upstairs. Changing into some lime green shorts, and a gray sweatshirt, I sat on my bed reading a book.

TAP TAP TAP! Rocks were being thrown on the window next to me. I closed the book, and saw John waving at me. My window slid up and I stuck my head out.

"Yes, Cena?"

"I was bored, so I want to talk to you." he started.

"Miss me already?" I teased, my eyebrow cocked up.

"Of course. We must hang out again. It was fun, Aubrey."

Okay, lets freeze this moment . For the first time, I was attracted to someone. He gave me this awkward feeling.

"Definitly, I haven't had that much fun in ages."

He formed a smile and we continued to talk.

"So this is sweet, we're room neighbors." he told me.

"I know, you know whats pretty cool."

"What Breigh?" he shortened my name.

"I have actually made a friend."

"Yeah. Well, you're new friend is heading off to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, at the park?"

"See you then." I finished. With that, I slided the window closed and let out a small laugh. I closed my eyes and drifted to a place called dreams.


Third POV.
John Cena's room.

The eighteen year old lay his head on his pillow and thought of the girl next door. She was different from all the other girls. She didn't care about how good she looked, or how many pounds she would lose, all she cared about was her life and how to deal with it. He thought she was amazing, beautiful, and nice.

"I actually made a friend." That line ran through his head. He didn't want to be just friends with Aubrey, he wanted her to be his girlfriend. Yes, it was fast, but he never met a girl like her, and he didn't want to lose his chances. It was time to make a move, but the problem was, would she want to be with him?

"Aubrey." he whispered to himself, as he pictured her in his mind, "You're amazing."

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