A/N: Alright, I'm doing the sequel! I have lots of ideas, so hold on folks this could be an interesting ride! I don't own any famous wrestlers, just characters that I have created! Oh yea, I lied about Rene Dupree's age in my quickie preview of this story, he's 14 years older than her! Oops, my math skills have failed me once again! Wait, I don't have any math skills! Aha, I have found the answer! Ok, I'm done now! Enjoy and review!

The first few chapters will give you a peek into the Cena kid's lives, this chapter revolves all around my favorite, the one and only, Sydney Marie Cena!

They Can't Know

Sydney's POV:

Here I am, twenty fricking three years old! I'm well on my to becoming a professional ballet dancer, it's only taken about 15 years of nonstop ballet classes, and four years at Julliard. My life hasn't exactly been a piece of cake, well, unless there's a dogshit-flavored cake around somewhere! I've been working my but off since I was 7 years old, that's when I decided that I wanted to be a ballet dancer.

Ah, to be the principle dancer for the American Ballet Theatre! I've overcome so many obstacles just to obtain my dream! I'm 5'5 (we still don't know how I ended up so short, considering that mom is about 5'7 and dad is 6'1 or 6'2!), and weigh 115 pounds. I'm trying to lose a few more pounds, cause we all know that ballet dancers must be tiny things. I used to be a size D cup, but I had the reduction surgery and am now a size 36 B. I wish that I hadn't have been cursed with the family boobs, but there's not a whole lot that I can do about it. I don't really feel about thinking about my body any more, it depresses me.

Currently, I'm standing with my leg up on the bar, stretching out before class. The bars, bless the instructors little hearts, just happen to be in front of a mirror. Mirrors have definitely become the enemy as of late. Stretching has to be my least favorite part of dance, it gives me too much time to think. God, there's so many things that I wish I could change about myself. Here's a list that I started the other day, while stretching at the bar.

I should be an inch or two taller.

I really need to weigh about 105, well, 110 at the most.

I need to work out tons more, it would help me to have a few abs, like a 4-pack or something.

I must work on my dancing more. If I even want to have a chance at the ABT, I've got to greatly improve.

I've got to start eating less junk food, wait, just make that food. I need to stop eating food for a few weeks.

I need to be more confident in myself. I know that I have all of the skills and then some, I've just got to use them!

I really need to lighten up on myself.

I wish that I could get that blasted list out of my head, but I just can't. I'm a total perfectionist in everything that I do. I can never go halfway on anything, and it's a damn pain in my flat derrière!

My class gets out around 6 p.m. giving me enough time to head to my loft-apartment and clean up before my little sister, Winsor gets there. She called me a few days ago, begging to come stay with me so she could get away from my family's crazy house. I love Winsor, so I have no problem with her crashing at my place. It's a 4-hour drive from West Newbury to NYC, and if she left around 2:30 she should get her by 6:30 or 7 p.m. Winsor and Shawn are probably my favorite siblings out of them all. Josh is an arrogant jock, Mary is a little two faced bitch, and Mike is just a kid.

I wish I were more like Winsor. She could care less what others thought of her, she's got a lot of self-confidence, even if she thinks otherwise. Winsor is a punk rock diva (not the wrestler) with long blonde hair with pink highlights in it. She's got her eyebrow and bottom lip pierced. I'm not sure if she's got any tattoos, but I'm sure that she'd show me if she did. She's a bit of a drama queen, but it's bearable!

I decided to change into a pair of jazz pants and a hoodie before Winsor got here. Everyone thinks that I am WAY too skinny, but they don't understand the world of Ballet. In the world of Ballet I am F-A-T, fat! They can't grasp the concept of practically starving yourself for your career, but it's not just a career to me, it's my life, my passion. I'm not a total anorexic; I just don't eat a lot. Half a meal a day, or sometimes I just skip it.

I try not to think about food. The cabinets in my house are bare, only the top shelves have some food in them, mainly soup or some junk food that Winsor threw up there. The food is pushed way in the back, so I can't reach it without a struggle, whereas Winsor is 5'9 and can reach it no problem. The fridge has a carton of milk, lettuce, and some water bottles in it. I'm not home much, so I have a decent excuse for not stocking up on food.

I got bored waiting for Winsor, and turned on my Beyonce CD and ran through some Ballet positions. While dancing around the room, my eyes fell upon the picture of my boyfriend of 4 years, Rene Dupree. Rene was probably the best part of my life right now. He was a total sweet heart, and treated me like royalty. Whenever I was down he would do something to make me feel better. God I love that man! I've known him since I was 5 or 6, but I doubt that he ever thought about dating me until I was about 17. You see, Rene is 14 years older than me. So when I was 6, he was 20. Yea, I know that 14 years is a little extreme, but he doesn't act like your typical 36-year-old guy. I have kept him a secret from practically everyone in my family due to his history with my mom and dad.

Rene used to chase after my mom when I was a little girl, but he changed a few years later. He had a girlfriend, but they broke up when I was 17. He would hang out with my uncle Charlie (Charlie Haas) and his friends. I got a crush on him when I was 15, so all of a sudden, I started hanging out with all them guys just to be around Rene. I got my first REAL kiss, (you know tongue in mouth kiss) from Rene when I was 16. Now, I had been kissed by boys before, it actually started back when I was 5, but none of them had frenched me. Not even my middle school boyfriend Chad. I can still remember that moment perfectly. Rene had been drinking, and I volunteered to drive him back to the hotel. Rene started babbling on about Frenchmen and kissing, then he turned towards me an asked me, "Have you ever been French kissed by a French guy?"

I responded by telling him no, and continued driving. He told me that as a Frenchman he was up for the challenge. I just laughed, and informed him that he was French Canadian! I parked in the hotel parking lot, and was about to get out when Rene stopped me and pulled me in for my first French kiss. That was a great night! I've brought that night up to him as of late, but he doesn't remember it. Said he must've been really drunk that night!

After he broke it off with his girlfriend a year later, we started flirting on and off, but due to the fact that I was jail bait, nothing every happened. A month after my 18th birthday, Rene asked me out, and the rest is history. He has been practically my first everything, from real kiss to the first person I had sex with. Now, I don't know how younger guys are in bed, but let me tell you, those older guys REALLY know what they are doing!

The only people in my family who know about my relationship with Rene are Winsor and Mary. I told Winsor about it, but Mary happened to catch Rene and me in a make out session on my couch. She had been in New York with a friend and their parents, and decided to stop in at my place without even a call. She had taken Winsor's spare key, and just walked in like she owned the place. She saw Rene and me, and I have been blackmailed by her for the last 2 years. I can't tell inform my parents about anything that she does, like her fake ID, or the college parties that she attends, or she will spill the beans about Rene. I hate that little bitch as much as you can possibly hate a family member. I should just tell my parents myself, but I just can't hurt my mom like that. I know that she and dad will freak out, and dad will probably wind up in a fight with Rene. For now, this is something that they can't know.

I was startled from my thoughts as Winsor spoke up.

"You can never stop dancing can you?" she asked.

"No, I guess I can't! How you doing?" I asked running over and giving her a hug.

"I'm better, now that I'm away from everyone. That house just drives me CRAZY!" Winsor replied, sitting down.

"I can understand. How's everyone doing?"

"Mom and dad got in a fight today, I don't know what about, but dad's pillow is now conveniently located on the couch, so mom must be pretty pissed off. Leah is packing up and is now moving into Shawn's apartment over in Louisville. Uncle Randy and Aunt Stace aren't too pleased, but they are still helping her move as we speak. Josh is, well we don't care about him or Mary. Mike is annoying as usual." Winsor retorted, getting up and heading for her stashed food. "How are you doing? You got a lot skinnier Syd, you are tiny enough to be a dancer. You should stop losing weight."

"I'm fine. No, I'm heavy for a dancer. How's the love life going?" I replied, changing the subject.

"Ha, what love life! How's Rene doing?"

"He's great. SmackDown is on the road right now, but he should be back in a few days. I miss him." I answered, staring as Winsor shoved some Jelly Bellies in her mouth.

"That's cool. Hey, we should go catch a movie or something!" Winsor exclaimed, jumping up.

"That'd be cool! Let me go change first!" I replied, getting up and going to my room to change.

A few minutes later, I came downstairs in a pair of hip-hugger jeans and a fuzzy v-neck sweater. It was January in New York City, so it's pretty cold out! Winsor brushed her hair out, and then we put our coats on and were off.

A/N: So how did y'all like it? Gimme 4 or 5 reviews and I'll post another chapter! Syd seems to have some image issues doesn't she? How about her relationship with Rene? Let me know what ya thought, REVIEW! Peace out y'all!