Don't own anyone famous, just Ashley & Sydney. Don't sue, I'm not worth much.
This is Ashley thinking about 5 years ago (John flashback in next chapter). So ya'll like me, ya really like me!!!
Reminiscing:
Ashley's POV
I lay in bed thinking about Cena. I wonder how he's doing; he seems to be all right on TV. I wonder if he forgot me, or if he still thinks about me. Does he remember five years ago? Hehe, We did have a good time on my birthday. It was what I found out three weeks later that changed everything.
Flashback
I woke up puking, like I had been for the past week. It had been three weeks since my birthday, and John and I were closer than ever. I brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom, hoping to not wake anyone up. As I turned down the hall I ran smack dab into Randy. Great, Just what I need at 7 A.M. in the morning.
"What are you doing up so early Randy?"
"That question works both ways Ashley, I heard you run down the hall, to the bathroom, and decided to check on you."
"Oh, well, I'm fine. Something I ate last night must have my stomach upset, that's all."
"Don't lie to me Ash, you barely ate anything last night. What's wrong with you lately? You pig out one day, and then barely eat another. Do you have an eating disorder?"
"Whoa there killer, chill out. I don't have an eating disorder."
"Are you and Cena sleepin' together, cuz he's 20 and you're 16, that's illegal."
I just stood there while Randy stared at me with those icy blue eyes, that were like lie detectors.
"Well, are you gonna answer me?" Randy snapped impatiently.
Right then, I felt another twinge in my stomach, and ran to the bathroom. Randy came in a few minutes later, with an EPT in hand.
"I figured that you two were, well, ya know, plus I keep one of these on hand, just in case, for my girlfriend." Randy said as he handed me the test.
He left the bathroom and I took the test. A few minutes later Randy came back in, and found me crying on the floor. He just slid down next to me, and held me, while I bawled my eyes off.
"You have to tell him, it's the right thing to do."
"I will, we're going out today, John said that he had a surprise for me."
"Ok, you better get rid of that test, your parents are waking up. I'm going back to sleep. Ashley, I still love ya lil sis"
"Thanks Randy, Love ya too."
John came to pick me up around noon. He had his obnoxious (I know something you don't) smile on, which still drove me crazy! We drove to a local park. I was beginning to wonder what he had to tell me.
"Ashley, I love you."
"Thanks John, I love you too. What's going on? What did you have to tell me? I have something to tell you too!"
"Well, ok. I got signed to the WWE, I'm gonna be on Smackdown. John Cena, the Doctor of Thuganomics! Can you believe it? Me, a professional wrestler!"
"OMG, are you kidding me? That's awesome baby!" I said as he wrapped me in a big hug. "When do you start?"
"I'm leaving in a month. I can't wait!"
Right then, it hit me. This baby would ruin John's career. He didn't need to be tied down to a teenager and a baby. He'd want to be able to live his own life, and there'd be girls throwing themselves at him. Plus, he'd probably hate me for it. I can't tell him now. The time's not right. Oh my gosh, I CAN NOT get an abortion either! No way, no how.
"Ash, what did you have to tell me?" John asked.
"Umm, well, I'm glad that we're together baby. I love you."
"Ok, I love you too."
We left the park, and John dropped me off at my house. I walked in, and saw that my parents had left. Randy saw me, and showed me their note.
'Ashley, we had to go away for you're dad's business meeting. Call you soon. Love Mom & Dad.'
"They left an hour ago. I didn't tell them about the baby, figured you'd want to do that. Did you tell John?"
"Randy, I couldn't. He got signed to the WWE, Smackdown. A baby would ruin his life. I'm gonna have to end it with him. I won't be the reason that he doesn't go." I then started crying again.
"Ashley, if he loves you then he would deal with it. I'm sure he would do the right thing."
"I just can't tell him. I will later, when the time is right. God Randy, I'm so scared. What am I going to do? My parents will be furious, and I'll be disowned. I'm only 16, and in nine months, I'll be a mother to an innocent baby! How can I be a good mother, I'm still a kid?!"
"Ash, calm down. Take a breather! Maybe you should call Stacy, she is your best friend."
"Can't, she's on vacation. Her family is in Cancun. Guess I'm stuck with you for now."
"Well, why don't you go lay down. You don't want to get too worn out, ya know, for the baby. I'll order us some pizza."
"Randy, I'm not tired. Not hungry either."
"That was not a suggestion Ashley. GO lay down!"
"Fine, I'm going. Gosh, you sure got protective."
"Someone has to be around here!"
I gave Randy a big hug before I headed down the hall to my room. I sighed as I lay down on my bed. 'Am I really doing the right thing by not telling John about the baby? Would I be doing the right thing by telling him? What he doesn't know, won't hurt him, much.'
I must have dosed off, because when I woke up when the doorbell rang. I started to get out of bed to answer it when Randy shouted, "I'll get it!"
I relaxed and was about fall asleep again when Randy came into my room.
"Randy, is the pizza here?"
"Ashley, don't stand up, just stay on the bed."
I suddenly looked at him and saw tears in is eyes.
"What's wrong Randy, why are there tears in your eyes?"
"Ash, your parents got in a car crash on their way to Michigan. The paramedics tried everything they could, but…"
I automatically knew what he was going to say next. His face gave it away. "Your parent's are dead. They were DOA. I'm sorry Ashley. This day just hasn't gotten any better."
Right then Randy and I both started to cry. I couldn't believe it, mom and dad, both gone. They would never get the chance to be grandparents. I wouldn't ever get in stupid arguments with them again. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye, or even I love you. God, why was this happening to me?
Week later
I saw John once more before I left with Randy to go back to his family's house in St. Louis. John had been there for me at the funeral, even though I had broken up with him a few days prior. He even drove Randy and I to the airport. He was getting on a plane to go to San Diego for his Smackdown debut. I gave him one last kiss, and then ran to the plane, leaving him teary eyed and confused. Once I was on the plane, I began to weep silently. Had I really done the right thing? Maybe I should've told John about the baby. It was too late now. What was done was done, and I would have to live with it.