Chapter 13 – Honest Mistake

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I know what you mean it went by faster than it was meant to. I'm not really planning on making any changes, that's where I'm planning on leaving it. I'll try to make theother chapters a bit more descriptive and explanatory. I'll add the next few chapters whenever I get the chance...Thankyou for the review. latingurl1523
I hope you enjoy this chapter...probably not as shocking and whatnot as the rest but it's just a little insight mostly. Thankyou for the review! OnizukaLover This is a pretty confusing story. But hopefully it will get less complex as the story unfolds. Thankyou for the review! Megan
Did you like Randy as the mystery partner? I hope the last few chapters satisfied you. Chapter 14 should be up in a few days, or maybe a week, I'll do that as soon as I can. Thankyou for the review! Capture068
You might have to wait a while to see how it goes coz I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with it as of yet, I'm still trying to figure out which direction I'm headed, if you have any ideas or any requests you would like to make please feel free. Thankyou for the review! randy-john-lover

I'm so cruel, always making Trish lose her baby, but it will get better, only it will get much worse before it gets better. Thankyou for the review!

Notes: If you're enjoying this story so far I've got anew one out, it's called Faith, check it out if you like.
Chapter Summary: She went into nostalgia the moment her eyelids fell down and covered her vibrant hazel eyes. That was when sleep passed her and her past unfolded, behind those closed lids. Enter the history of John Cena and Amy Dumas.

It had been summer when it had really started and she was 14 going on to 15. It had been the summer of 14 and she had decided that she felt much older so she had renamed it so that now it was more well-known as the summer of firsts. And that it was. It had most definitely been the summer of firsts. For her – and quite possibly for him – it had been the summer of first kisses and first times and it had been the summer that represented innocence and finding feet and finally realizing who they were.

Her whole life she had known him and she had known him well. She had been friends with him – they were best friends – but only lately had she really realized that she was in love with her long-time best friend – John Cena.

They had had their first kiss on the ninth day of the summer and she had been waiting for it for ages, it seemed. That day he had invited her out to the park – though only after he had finished his work out and hit the showers – and they just sat on the swings – more like he sat on the swing and she sat on him, face-to-face and mono-e-mono. The sun shone unusually brightly – even for the mid-August heat – and the clouds were blue as ever – the blue almost matching his beautiful eyes. The grass was lush and deep green and they had just been sitting there for hours.

Three days later she had lost her virginity to him and she had then realized that she was deeper in love with him with each and every passing minute and she had fallen harder than she would have ever imagined and it was all for the one boy that she had known forever.

Fast forward three years and it was the summer of 17 going on 18. It was a whole other summer and a whole other time. This summer had been the summer of corsets, flowing skirts, and cocktail dresses. In short this had been the summer of transition and growing up. It was their summer of being together again and it was their summer of new experiences.

Prom.

Her date was the most popular guy in school yet somehow she didn't want to do it anymore. Around him it was a case of the fake people. She had to act like all the other peroxide blonde bimbo's and be a Barbie Doll like the rest of the fake-boobed clones and she didn't want that. she wanted to be normal and free and she wanted to be who she really was. She needed that and it was something that she only got with one person and that person was John Cena.

She had her dress on and she had ditched the Barbie Doll pink thing that she had gotten just to impress Deacon or Dave or something – whatever his fucking name was – and she had gotten the dress –the one that she had designed all on her own – right the first time. It was strapless and metallic and just skimmed the floor gently. The green brought out specks of colour in her eyes.

She sat down and turned, waiting for Dean or Jacob – whatever that guy's name was – and still she got nothing…besides a scare when she turned back around and found herself staring into bright blue eyes that belonged to none other than the one that had been haunting her thoughts for as long as she could remember.

She smiled at his boyish grin and took his hand at the corny English accent, "Your chariot awaits princess," he stated pulling a diamond-studded tiara from behind his back and placing it on the top of her hair lightly, as if not to mess her hair up.

And that night in the white limo she told him everything from the fact that she was pregnant and it was his to the fact that there had been an abortion. Then there was tears. She cried and he cried they both cried and he had asked "Why?" and she had told him that she was scared and young and just couldn't do it and all of a sudden they were giggling and chuckling and somehow it had managed to all be okay again. Even though she was a murderer and he was a whore it was fine with them.

Because, really it had just been an honest mistake and there was just no way that she would ever be able to take it back and she was so sorry for that and she decided that now she knew why he was gone and it was just because of one silly honest mistake on her part so now she supposed that it was their beautiful goodbye.