A/N: Ok…here it is. I hope that you all realize this is a FICTIONAL story; with the last chapter some interesting things were brought to my attention. I decided to use the interview from the Stern show, only to play up what my character was going through. I used his words, but if you listened to the interview you might have noticed that John's tone wasn't malicious. I used my creative license to paint a picture by having the character react to what he said, which I thought was more important than the words that came out of his mouth. Had I made Avery and Parker find it funny, I wonder if people would have been less "angry" about the interview.

Again…I'm not writing this story to piss people off or turn them against Cena. This is a story about what it's like to be a fat girl and how the world reacts to you…it's not about the Howard Stern interview. I used that interview to build on an idea that I wanted to explore. Just as with anything, I was bias in the parts of the interview that I chose to disclose, because I was creating a mood. It was imagery…

Perhaps I wasn't responsible by making that clear to begin with and for that I apologize. I've never had a topic hit home with so many people and I understand that it sometimes it gets hard to separate fact from fiction, especially when it's intertwined with a true-to-life experience. But again, this is fiction; I'm making this shit up as I go along. I don't want to start a Pro-fat Anti-Cena army….that's not what I'm after. I just wanted to write a story…it's fiction; it's supposed to be fun.

With that, I am humbled and touched that so many of you have reviewed and shared your stories with me. You continue to amaze me with your loyalty to this story and the fact that you can totally feel Parker, blows my mind. You will never know how much that means to me.

Xoxoxo-Shanny

Chapter 10

Parker stood at the foot of her bed, hating the fact that her mattress had a permanent dent in it from her weight. Of all the things she could have been thinking about, she wondered how sturdy the mattress coils would have been if she was one hundred and fifty pounds lighter. And it didn't matter how expensive her pillow top mattress had been, it suffered the same fate as all the others. She was fat and every facet of her life reflected it.

She looked over at the Word Life poster on her wall, while roughly running the back of her hand over her nose. How dare he? No one forced him to spend the night with her. She wanted to leave, she was ready to call it a night, but he asked her to stay. He was the one that kissed her and invited himself back to her room. All of this shit was his fault; all of it. So why did he go on a national radio show and put it all out there? And though it didn't make sense, she couldn't help but to wonder; was he right? Was the distain and disregard for her humanity warranted because of how she looked? It didn't make sense to her, but the rest of the world seemed to think it. With numbers like that stacked against her, surely, she was the one in the wrong.

Parker walked over to the full length mirror hanging on her closet door. So many times before she had looked at her reflection in that mirror and loved what she saw. That mirror told her things about herself that the rest of the world didn't see. That mirror saw more than a fat girl; it saw her as a gift…someone that would one day make a beautiful wife and mother, a well respected doctor and a person that anyone would be proud to know. But when she looked in it this time, all it told her was what she had always feared. Her trusty mirror had turned on her too. The mirror lied and had been lying to her for years. It didn't show her the reflection of beauty that she needed to see, it only showed a short, dumpy, fat girl and that image broke her heart.

"I am body beautiful." Parker whispered to her reflection ignoring the quivering in her voice. She needed her reflection to hear it, so the image before her would transform back into the body image that she had grown accustomed to. But that didn't happen. Instead peeking back at her was a blobbed mess of dimples, rolls, fat and cellulite; no wonder John and Howard Stern had such a fucking field day. For the first time in her life, Parker saw herself as everybody else did and it was overwhelming. She dropped her head forward, as the tears rolled and her shoulders shook with each painful gasp that she made.

"Park…" Avery gently placed her hand on Parker's shoulder. Her heart broke for her friend and she knew that there really wasn't much that she could do to comfort her.

"Don't." Parker stepped around Avery. The last thing she wanted was Avery's pity. She had never broken down in front of Avery before. She never let Avery know that she had secretly filed away every cruel taunt and joke that she heard about her weight in the back of her mind and that right now every one of them was ringing in her ears with stereophonic clarity.

"They're in Delaware right now. We could be up there in an hour…" Taking in a deep breath, Avery moved over to the bed behind her friend. It wasn't like Parker to sit with her back to her, but she didn't let that stop her. "Let's go, let's settle this shit. Don't let him win." Avery wrapped her arms around Parker's waist and rested her head on her shoulder. "I know what you're going through and we need to set the record straight. I know he hurt you, but don't you let him change how you feel about you. Honey, he's not worth it."

Just looking at Avery's slender hands resting on her stomach, made it that much more prominent to Parker. She was suddenly embarrassed to have her friend touch her fat. "You don't know what's this is like, Avery. You can't possibly know. Just leave it alone." She removed Avery's hands from her and scooted away.

"Hello? This is me you're talking to. You slept with a guy that didn't deserve you. He used you, he lied to you…don't tell me I don't know what that's like. I go through that shit almost every fucking day." Avery could feel the sting of tears in her own eyes. Her heart ached for Parker because she had been there before and she never wanted Parker to know what that felt like. "Why do you think I go through guys so fast? It's not like I want to. Most of the time it's not my choice not to see a guy again. I know what it's like to hear about all of the skanky shit you did the next day, while he's fucking dogging you out to his friends and laughing about it, and they're planning on passing you through the group of them. I know exactly what it's like to think you're special, only to find out that you were a fucking joke."

Just hearing that Avery realized how much of a joke she really was, pissed Parker off more. But, her anger was misdirected; it no longer mattered who was on the receiving end of it. And though she wished it could've have been John, he wasn't there, so Avery would have to do. "What do you know about being a joke, Avery? Look at you…you're perfect! You're beautiful, you're funny, you're skinny and guys fucking love you…"

"And I'm easy and a good lay." Avery finished the sentence with the words that she heard from the guys she dated. They were all the same; they were just like John Cena. "I'm not perfect, Parker, and you of all people should know that. I hate the way I look, but I don't mind it so much because you don't see me like that. Just like I don't see you as a fat girl..."

"Oh give me a fucking break, will you? You fucked the biggest whore in the wrestling world, but I didn't hear him go on national radio and tell the world that he fucked a chick still wearing a training bra!" Parker bolted off of the bed and glared at her friend. "And, I'm so sick and fucking tired of hearing about how small your chest is! Don't you dare compare that shit to what I'm going through! That shit's not important. If you're so damn unhappy about your tit size, buy a fucking pushup bra or get a fucking boob job! You can fix what's wrong with you...I can't fix this, Avery!"

Avery was startled by Parker's outburst. Avery was always the emotional one; she'd never seen Parker act like that before. She had known Parker since the seventh grade and in all of twenty minutes, ten years worth of self-esteem and friendship seemed to mean nothing to her. "You're right…I don't understand about your weight issues. I don't know what it's like to be fat, but I can tell you what it's like to be this fucking skinny and having people think I'm fucking anorexic. And don't you dare tell me how I feel about myself isn't just as important! We all have shit with us, Park; but it's how we handle it that makes us Supermodels. You of all people should know that."

"Fuck being a Supermodel! It's just a bunch of bullshit anyway." Parker was convinced at that of these years she had been living a lie. There was no great supermodel code and the body beautiful was just a fucking song. It didn't mean anything, not when all of them constantly told her that it didn't. "If your tits are your biggest problem, then you got off lucky. Your tit size isn't going to stop you from being a teacher. Why do you think I bust my ass so hard in school? I have to be at the top of my game, because I know when I get out; I'm going to have doors closing in my face because of the way I look. What hospital is gonna want me? No one wants a fat doctor…and what right do I have to tell a patient to lose weight, if I won't do it? You don't understand shit…this isn't just my weight or my size; this is my fucking life…it's my prison."

"What the hell are you talking about? The only prison you have is the one that you're allowing John fucking Cena to build for you. Since when do you let a motherfucker decide what you're worth? You are the baddest bitch I know. You don't give a fuck what people think. You do your thing and fuck everyone else." Avery ran an angry hand through her hair as she studied the path a tears running down Parker's face. "You're strong and independent…you're my fucking role model."

"Fucking save that sucking up bullshit; I'm tired of being your everything! I'm always the one to tell you how great you are. I'm the one with all of the fucking advice. I'm the one that bails your ass out of every fucking thing and I'm fucking sick of it! I can't always there to hold your fucking hand, not when I need mine held right now. I don't wanna be your role model. I just want you to be my fucking friend and let me feel like shit for a little while. Is that too much to ask, you needy bitch?" Parker didn't mean any of the words that she said, but she was angry and damn it felt good to be pissed off at something. "I guess it is, isn't it? I'm always there for you…I let you do what you need to so you can get over whatever the fuck you've fucked up this time. But, what about me, Avery? When the fuck have you ever been there for me? You think that I don't know that the only reason why you hang out with me is because I make you look better? Nobody notices your tits when you're standing next to the fat girl."

"Who the fuck are you talking to? If you ever say some shit like that to me again, we are not friends. I know you're hurting right now and I'm trying Park…but I don't know what else to do. I have never seen you like this before. And I refuse to believe that all the years I've known you and all the times you told me how fabulous we were, were a fucking lie." Avery could feel herself growing angry with the way Parker was just giving up. She was letting him win and that shit wasn't flying with her. "Why are you letting him have so much power over you? Fuck that motherfucker! Who the fuck is he anyway?"

Parker shook her head in frustration. She was tired of this conversation and there was no way that Avery would truly be able to understand. "He's them, Avery! He's every fucking person outside of this room that fucking sees me! I've been dealing with them all of my fucking life. I'm tired of fighting!"

"You aren't fighting at all! You're fucking giving up. Instead of getting all pissy with me, you need to be putting the boots to that bitch, John Cena. I'm not hanging around to listen to this self-pity shit…not from you. You're stronger than that, fuck that dude!" Avery's chin quivered as she watched her best friend fall apart in front of her. But she wasn't going to feel sorry for her. Parker was taking that shit out on the wrong person and letting the real culprit go free.

"Just fucking leave, Avery. I can't deal with you right now…get the fuck out!"

"Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my best friend? Because the Parker I know wouldn't be hiding in her bedroom, all crying and shit over some bullshit. No… my best friend would be sitting shotgun on our way up to Delaware so we could whip that motherfucker's ass. So when you find my Parker…you let her know that I got the keys and a full tank of gas."

Parker watched as Avery walked out of the room and she felt her heart sink. All of her life she had to fight for self respect and she was tired. But Avery was right. There was no reason that John Cena should be able to get away with what he did. She hadn't come this far only to cower in the corner now. Who did John Cena think he was and what gave him the right to treat her like shit? Here Parker was about to ruin a ten year friendship over some shit that a guy, that she really didn't know from Adam, said. Especially, when she knew how it really went down. If he wanted bragging rights and to make himself look a man, then Parker could do the same thing. He might have been Cena, but he wasn't fucking God. Fuck him…

"Avery?" Parker walked to the doorway, just as Avery was slipping on her shoes.

"What?"

Resting her head on the door frame, Parker thought of the words to apologize. Nothing good came to mind, so she considered the only words that Avery would understand. Her voice was small and unstable, but it was what she said that was powerful. "Ride or die?"

A small smile crept over Avery's face. If nothing else, she knew how to rile Parker into action. "Rock-a-bye baby…" And though the words were never passed between the two, she knew Parker was apologizing and that Parker knew that she was accepting it. "Oh, we definitely ridin', bitch."

With the last of her tears rolling over her plump cheeks, Parker smiled. "I'm sorry, Ry-Ry."

Avery walked over to Parker and wrapped her in her slender arms. "I love you, Park; just don't let that shit happen again." With a smile, she wiped away Parker's tears. "Now let's go kick some ass, Supermodel style."