A/N: Thank you to john-randy-lover, alys deejay, JohnCenasgurl and K.I.M
for reiviewing the first chapter. This story is going to be quiet dark as
it progresses and let me know what you think of the way its' being told,
it's a little different! Enjoy-Kiera
When you arrive home after being away for a long time, everything feels fresh and new, and though Ava was aware otherwise, that's exactly how going back to the house she grew up in was like. Sandra Ashcroft greeted her daughter late that night with a wide grin and open arms. Her hair was already in rollers. If Sandra Ashcroft hadn't changed in the nine years since her husband's death, it would be a mircle. She had been 38 when Ava was born, and now at 62 after losing her husband, struggling with debt and raising teenage daughters, she looked it. Her crows feet and laughter lines stood out a mile. Just two days before Ava had ran into Goldie Hawn, not quiet her mother's age but she looked fabulous. When you start comparing your mother with Goldie Hawn, in all seriousness, you've been in Hollywood too long. Ava didn't reailse this.
"Look at you! You're beautiful. so pretty!"
Sandra put her hand on Ava's cheek and she kissed it. Sandra smiled happily and examined her daughter's face.
"You don't come home often enough you know." She said with a weary sigh. "In fact I can't remember the last time that I saw you in the flesh."
"The wedding three years ago." Ava replied immediatly, picking up her bags and following Sandra into the house.
"Now what sort of person doesn't visit their mother for three years?"
"A busy one."
Her Hollywood-ness as we shall refer to it from here on out, came back into full force as she stepped into the backroom. in all honesty it was a compleate disaster of mismatched furniture, late 80's wallpaper and ugly decor. She actually nearly gasped outloud, Ava had forgotten all about it. She sat on the sofa, a lump flora number dipping in the middle, while Sandra settled herself in a blue chair, kicking off her slippers and rubbing her swollen ankles. The pictures on the walls where Ava Carson and Justine Ashcroft's lives in pictures, the latest one being on Ava clutching her oscar. It had been printed off the internet. you have to ask yourself, what sort of person can't even be bothered sending their mother a real photograph? But as I've said, Ava isn't a bad person. She's been manipulated, beyond the extent that anyone could imagine. As before, that isn't for now. Sandra saw her daughter looking at the picture and gave a thin lipped grin.
"I still can't believe it, my daughter, the oscar winner. Who would of thought it?"
No-one. The honest answer was no-one. Not Sandra, not Justine and definatly not John Cena
Back when they where teenagers, John Cena had loved Ava and that was the truth. She was his first love and he was her's. He never doubted her talent or her drive, but Hollywood was a ruthless place and what casting director in the right mind wanted a teenager who's only experience was school drama classes and local plays? He simply hadn't wanted her to get hurt. But Ava had a firey temper, excatly like her father and when John burst the bubble she'd been riding ever since getting her modelling contract she had exploded. But can you blame her? Place yourselves in her shoes. Imagine your dream, whatever it may be, something you believe you can achieve and work hard for. When someone you love shrugs it off what do you do? Explode! Ava did the same. She called him every name she knew, ripped his own stupid dream to shreds, dumped him and went home where she was beyond devestated. Ava cried every night and John didn't talk to her which made her feel worse. She was glad when summer started. Goodbye John and his negativity, like any good, firey tempered teen, Ava would damn well show him.
And she damn well had. Don't you agree? Was winning an oscar not the best 'middle-finger' insult to people like John? Of course it was. The question is, did he even care? For the sake of things, let's say he did.
Honesty is always the best policy, and to not be would discredit Ava's story. The man that Sandra Ashcroft had married just one hour before was the worst speciemen the male spieces had to offer. Not even the Queer Eye team could of saved him. He was horrible. Of course it didn't matter that Sandra was happy, look at him! It was enough to make your skin crawl. That's why Ava had tucked herself away in a corner, far away from her new stepdaddy. Of course this also gave Ava the perfect oppotunity to scan the room for John, but she wasn't really sure of her own intentions. Was it because he was her first love? The only man besides Josh she'd ever been with? Or because she wanted to say: Look at me now? Whatever the reason she was going to find him. As always is the way though (and what is any good story without twists?), John saw her first and crept up beside her without her even noticing.
"Tell me, Mrs. Academy Award Winner, when are you going to get a real job?"
What is this sentances significances? To bring up her success before she did then make a joke? To break the ice of a nine year silence? No. The significance of this is, as of it being spoken by john and heard by Ava. They where hooked on each other once more, and unbeknowen to them, their worlds where about to collide once more, and her's would fall apart.
When you arrive home after being away for a long time, everything feels fresh and new, and though Ava was aware otherwise, that's exactly how going back to the house she grew up in was like. Sandra Ashcroft greeted her daughter late that night with a wide grin and open arms. Her hair was already in rollers. If Sandra Ashcroft hadn't changed in the nine years since her husband's death, it would be a mircle. She had been 38 when Ava was born, and now at 62 after losing her husband, struggling with debt and raising teenage daughters, she looked it. Her crows feet and laughter lines stood out a mile. Just two days before Ava had ran into Goldie Hawn, not quiet her mother's age but she looked fabulous. When you start comparing your mother with Goldie Hawn, in all seriousness, you've been in Hollywood too long. Ava didn't reailse this.
"Look at you! You're beautiful. so pretty!"
Sandra put her hand on Ava's cheek and she kissed it. Sandra smiled happily and examined her daughter's face.
"You don't come home often enough you know." She said with a weary sigh. "In fact I can't remember the last time that I saw you in the flesh."
"The wedding three years ago." Ava replied immediatly, picking up her bags and following Sandra into the house.
"Now what sort of person doesn't visit their mother for three years?"
"A busy one."
Her Hollywood-ness as we shall refer to it from here on out, came back into full force as she stepped into the backroom. in all honesty it was a compleate disaster of mismatched furniture, late 80's wallpaper and ugly decor. She actually nearly gasped outloud, Ava had forgotten all about it. She sat on the sofa, a lump flora number dipping in the middle, while Sandra settled herself in a blue chair, kicking off her slippers and rubbing her swollen ankles. The pictures on the walls where Ava Carson and Justine Ashcroft's lives in pictures, the latest one being on Ava clutching her oscar. It had been printed off the internet. you have to ask yourself, what sort of person can't even be bothered sending their mother a real photograph? But as I've said, Ava isn't a bad person. She's been manipulated, beyond the extent that anyone could imagine. As before, that isn't for now. Sandra saw her daughter looking at the picture and gave a thin lipped grin.
"I still can't believe it, my daughter, the oscar winner. Who would of thought it?"
No-one. The honest answer was no-one. Not Sandra, not Justine and definatly not John Cena
Back when they where teenagers, John Cena had loved Ava and that was the truth. She was his first love and he was her's. He never doubted her talent or her drive, but Hollywood was a ruthless place and what casting director in the right mind wanted a teenager who's only experience was school drama classes and local plays? He simply hadn't wanted her to get hurt. But Ava had a firey temper, excatly like her father and when John burst the bubble she'd been riding ever since getting her modelling contract she had exploded. But can you blame her? Place yourselves in her shoes. Imagine your dream, whatever it may be, something you believe you can achieve and work hard for. When someone you love shrugs it off what do you do? Explode! Ava did the same. She called him every name she knew, ripped his own stupid dream to shreds, dumped him and went home where she was beyond devestated. Ava cried every night and John didn't talk to her which made her feel worse. She was glad when summer started. Goodbye John and his negativity, like any good, firey tempered teen, Ava would damn well show him.
And she damn well had. Don't you agree? Was winning an oscar not the best 'middle-finger' insult to people like John? Of course it was. The question is, did he even care? For the sake of things, let's say he did.
Honesty is always the best policy, and to not be would discredit Ava's story. The man that Sandra Ashcroft had married just one hour before was the worst speciemen the male spieces had to offer. Not even the Queer Eye team could of saved him. He was horrible. Of course it didn't matter that Sandra was happy, look at him! It was enough to make your skin crawl. That's why Ava had tucked herself away in a corner, far away from her new stepdaddy. Of course this also gave Ava the perfect oppotunity to scan the room for John, but she wasn't really sure of her own intentions. Was it because he was her first love? The only man besides Josh she'd ever been with? Or because she wanted to say: Look at me now? Whatever the reason she was going to find him. As always is the way though (and what is any good story without twists?), John saw her first and crept up beside her without her even noticing.
"Tell me, Mrs. Academy Award Winner, when are you going to get a real job?"
What is this sentances significances? To bring up her success before she did then make a joke? To break the ice of a nine year silence? No. The significance of this is, as of it being spoken by john and heard by Ava. They where hooked on each other once more, and unbeknowen to them, their worlds where about to collide once more, and her's would fall apart.