Chapter 1: Anniversary

"Happy one year anniversary!" Kofi said handing Punk a red frosted cupcake. "Thanks, Kofi" Punk said taking the cupcake. "A little cupcake for John's cupcake" Kofi smirked. Punk laughed a little. "You've been getting your jokes from John haven't you?" Punk asked. Kofi smirked at him "well he might have taught me one or two" Kofi said putting his hands in his pocket. Punk took a bite of his cupcake "Mmm, Strawberry Its really good!" Punk said wiping his lips. "Thanks, I made it myself." Kofi said. Punk stopped chewing and opened his eyes at Kofi. "Relax I didn't poison you. If it didn't work for your month-aversary cake doubt it would have worked now" Kofi joked. Punk continued chewing and smiled.

"There's the future bride!" Ryder said approaching Punk. "Guys, we're not getting married" Punk said. "Yet" Nick said. Punk turned to the familiar voice. "Nick, come on just let it go." Punk said. "The way that man looks at you makes me feel like he's undressing you with his eyes." Punk blushed and walked away. "Fuck you guys!" Punk shouted, not turning back. They all laughed. "Hey! Good luck with your surprise!" Nick said to Punk. Punk turned back and smirked.

Punk had told John that he couldn't see him for their anniversary, but he had talked to Vince and he let him take a break. Things were hard on Punk and John since Punk had switched brands. Without him there, everyone was flirting with John. He knew that when he visited Raw one time. Everyone in the Raw locker room wanted John and Punk understood. However those guys would have to just jerk off to John from a magazine or something, because he was Punk's. John was a people pleasing douche, or so Punk would think every time a fan asked him to sign or take a picture with them and he would drop whatever he was doing to comply.

John was beautiful though and Punk loved him to the fullest extent. After a year of fights, Love making, and cuddling, it's easy to fall in love with someone, especially when its John Cena. Punk had always lit up when John said 'I love you.' Punk just felt so lucky. But lately everyone had been hassling Punk about John proposing, Punk wanted it to be true, but John wouldn't. Even though John is a top, he sometimes wouldn't have the balls to propose.

Punk got onto his flight to New York. He was so anxious to see john. Punk was literally shaking on his flight. He imagined the look on John's face when Punk walked into his hotel. Punk had gotten the earliest flight to New York but it would be an hour long drive to New York. Punk rented a car from where his flight had landed and he started driving. Every mile he got closer to John, the happier he got. Punk's phone lit up when he was at a red light. Punk was always cautious, so he hooked up his phone to the radio on the car and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, you've reached The Best in the World, CM Pu-"Punk was cut off by the voice on the other side of the phone. "Fuck you, Punk!" Milek said. Punk laughed at him. "How did you know it was fake?" Punk asked looking at the phone, then continuing to drive from the red light. "You answered too early" Milek said sarcastically. "Well what if I didn't want to talk to you?" Punk asked. "What if I didn't want to tell you that John went on a date with Justin Gabriel?" Milek asked. "What?" Punk said, looking at the phone. "I was just asking, John would never do anything like that!" Milek said. Punk stuck up his middle finger to the phone and put his hand back on the steering wheel. "I know you didn't just give me the finger?" Milek asked with attitude. "No!" Punk said smiling. "Punk, we're on Skype. I can see you" Milek said as he moved closer to the phone.

"Ooops!" Punk said as he and Milek laughed.

Milek had stayed on the video chat with Punk for an hour. Punk had asked Milek to keep him company, mostly to distract from the excitement of seeing John. "So really, who's been checking out John now?" Punk asked, looking at the phone. "Well, I think it would take less time to tell you who hasn't, me" Milek said smirking. "Oh please, deny it all you want. You want my Blue-Eyed sex God" Punk smirked. "Oh please, I have my own" Milek said, blowing his fingernails. Punk smirked at Milek's ego. "Who?" Punk said, with interest. "Randy!" Milek said. "What? You're dating Randy Orton?" Punk asked. Milek smiled "Of course not, I don't see the sex appeal in Randy" Milek smirked. "Really?" Punk asked.

"In fact, I find him scary" Milek said. "Oh really, you don't want his amazing body?" Punk asked flirtatiously. "You don't want to feel his touch?" Punk whispered. "You don't want his 12 inch cock inside you?" Punk asked licking his lips. Milek's smirk was off his face. Milek stood up and showed Punk his pants. "No hardening!" Milek said smirking. "Then I'm afraid you're straight" Punk said giving Milek a pitying look. "Oh please, I have fucking Mike Mizanin! The hottest superstar in WWE, best chest, third best ass" Milek said. "Who has the 1st and 2nd?" Punk asked. Milek ran his fingers through his short blonde hair and mumbled. Punk smirked and said, "I'm sorry, who and who?"

Milek rolled his eyes and said "Maddox and Nick!" Milek said. "Who's first?" Punk asked smirking. "Well..." Milek started but heard a ringing. "Oh, Mikey's calling!" Milek said smiling. "All right, well I'm almost there, thanks for keeping me company" Punk said. "You're welcome" Milek answered the phone. "Mike, can you hold on one sec? Thanks" Milek said. "Remember, John's in room 69" Milek said. "69?" punk smiled at Milek. "I'm kidding, the main eventers are on the top floor, room 412" Milek said. "Thanks, bye. Tell Mike I said 'hey.'" Punk said. Milek smiled and said, "Bye."

Punk hung up and continued driving. He hadn't realized it, but he was actually 10 minutes away from John's hotel. Milek really made the time pass by with their games and talks.


Punk arrived at John's hotel, he was gleaming with joy. He walked into the hotel and went to the front desk. "Hi, I'm here to surprise my boyfriend. Did you guys get the flowers I ordered?" Punk asked the manager. "Yea, Mr..." She said. "Brooks" Punk said, looking around the hotel, hoping John wasn't there. "Ah, yes. Please excuse me" The woman said, walking to the backdoor and coming out with a bouquet of flowers. The woman hadn't been smiling, which came as a surprise to punk. "Hey, if you don't mind my asking, but are you all right?" Punk asked as he got the flowers from the woman. She did her best to put on a smile and said, "Well, thank you. But no I'm fine" the woman said with the biggest and fakest smile on her face.

"Well, I'm Cm Punk. Close friend and family call me Phil Brooks" Punk said shaking her hand. "if you ever want to talk, let me know" Punk said. "All right. Thank you. I'm Sarah" she said, shaking Punk's hand. "All right" Punk said walking to the elevator. As he stepped in, he saw the woman give him a pitying look. Punk got a bit worried.

Punk was surprised that he actually cared why that woman was upset. The way he asked her and looked at her with compassion and sympathy made him even more surprised. "Oh dear God John is rubbing off on me!" Punk said leaning on the side of the elevator. What Punk did was exactly what john would do. Punk hated that, but he got a good feeling from it.

The elevator opened and Punk searched for room 412. Punk found it and knocked on the door. He heard no answer. Punk knocked again and again, nonstop. "Uuuh, busy!" He heard John's voice and felt a pain coming from the sides of his mouth from smiling. Punk kept knocking louder and faster. Punk could hear John approaching. Punk had his finger over the peephole. "Who is it?" john asked. "Manager!" Punk said in a low voice register. John opened the door. Punk jumped up and hugged him. "John! Happy anniversary!" Punk said. John had his arms around Punk, "What are you doing here?" John said, looking shocked. "I talked to Vince; I'll be on Raw so I thought I'd surprise you." Punk said smiling. "Wow, you certainly surprised me." John said.

Punk noticed that something was off about john. "What's wrong?" Punk asked, rubbing john's cheeks. "I, uh, Punk I have to tell you something." John said. He was wearing some random striped pants and his HLR shirt. Punk got really worried from John's tone.