Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, they belong to themselves and maybe to each other, I don't know…

A/N: My muses were bugging me to write this story; they wouldn't leave me alone so I decided to give it a try. It's also first POV but it's a lot different from my other Punk/Serena fic, I'm experimenting with it. Let me know what you think, even if it is to tell me it blows big time.

A/N: I used a Youtube video for the scene at the beginning of this, go check it out because it's a good one! Search CM Punk stares down a fan at the Cow Place

Cute Boring Love

The crowd is deafening tonight, their shouts and boos thundering so loud all over the arena that the sound of it drowns the entrance music of the guys and even the straining voice of the ring announcer.

As chaotic as it feels, the crowd response is what this is all about; it means that they are really into the show and that they are enjoying the evening.

It means that next time we come into town they are coming back to see us.

So yeah, when it comes to a WWE live event the crowd is not shy to show their support to those superstars they like and of course, they become even more vocal and passionate when they want to show the dislike to those performers they hate.

The later is the case of CM Punk, the self proclaimed savior of the masses; he with his holier than you personality and his Jesus look-alike appearance provokes the ire of the public because let's face it, there's nothing that people hate more than someone pointing out their faults and condemning them for them.

People just love to hate him… and he pushes that hate a little bit further when he gets in the face of those fans, just like he is doing right now.

I look up just in time to see him walking along the edge of the ring, calling out and pointing at someone in the crowd. He's yelling something but I can't hear what it is; nonetheless I follow him, standing by his side when he jumps down and starts to stare through the crowd.

I've been working with him enough time to know that he's scanning through the mass of people, looking for someone he can rile up until the match starts. It's something that he does every once in a while and something that once provoked a fan to attack him. It was an elderly woman, she slapped the taste out of his mouth and… well, I have to confess that I kind of liked it because Punk, as he told me to call him, can be a prick outside the ring as he is in it.

But anyway, in that occasion he handled the situation without breaking character and yes, I liked that too because prick or not he's one of the best workers in the roster and I consider it an honor to have my breakthrough with him.

Besides, it's not nice when a fan attacks one of the boys… it's a line they are not supposed to cross.

Regardless of that little incident, I'm trying to absorb all I can of this opportunity, that's why I'm here… to become the best I can until they give me the chance to prove that I can do more inside the ring that of what I can do outside of it… but as of now I'll do my part.

I look at him; he's just standing there, staring someone down as I stand close to him. I do what he does because that's my job, I'm his follower and if he is staring a hole through people then so will I.

At least that's until Luke, or Drew as he lets me call him shouts for Punk. That one I hear and I look back in time to see Edge trying to reach down to touch my head, out of instinct I duck down.

That wasn't planned, but it adds to the show so I try to look as upset as I can, reaching up to my savior so he can comfort me…

To my surprise, as I reach to him he puts his arms around me and lifts me up and away of all harm… that wasn't planned either but I improvise and wrap my legs around him, resting my chin over his shoulder as he takes a few paces away from the ring.

CM Punk and Serena, I was told that my gimmick was to be as clingy as I can; I need to touch him every chance I get, to run my hands through his hair, to look at him adoringly… so far I think I'm doing a good job.

Now, I'm not going to lie. The CM Punk I like the best is this one, when he pretends to like me and when he touches me like this because yeah, even though people call him out for his wacky looks he's not bad to look at. At all.

He is not muscular like most of the guys are back there but he is well toned, he also has great eyes, nice hair and despite what people may think he smells good. I don't know, there's just something about him that calls to me…

Not like I'm crushing for him, I just find him oddly attractive.

If only he wouldn't be such an ass.

The first time I came to the company I was excited and very nervous, WWE is the big leagues of the wrestling business and after playing in the minors for a while I finally made it; and not only did I made it to the Divas roster but I was also given the chance to be paired up with one of the best.

That excitement died down when I met the man and he received me with a lecture about how Straight Edge wasn't a gimmick, it was his lifestyle and he didn't appreciate people that were not into the movement pretending to be in it.

That's when I started to get the impression he didn't like me that much.

That was the same night he told him to call him Punk, it was also the same night I started to feel out of place back there… not to mention that a few hours later the same man who made me feel unwelcomed shaved my head completely off in the middle of the ring while I tried to look enthralled.

Now, even when I'm still bald I don't feel complete out of place, the girls are not bad to work with and there are a few guys back there nice enough to make up for Punk's attitude towards me.

And it's not like he talks me down or insults me or anything of the kind, he just simply ignores me, the man I hoped would guide me through and maybe even help me improve in the rings just acts as if I'm a fly in the wall, a nuisance to be ignored.

I don't care and I don't want to let it get to me because I didn't come here to make friends, I came here to do what I love and that's wrestling…

Back to the present, Punk puts me down to the ground but I leave my hands on him, I can also feel his own hand pressing against my back as he stares at Edge. Then he touches my head, looks down on me and mumbles something, it's probably nothing and he just wants to give the impression we are talking.

The whole thing lasted only a few seconds and that's it, his focus is now back to the ring and to some fans, when the match starts I stay outside and cheer for him as I always do.

It was more of the same, at the end Punk lost the match and it's up to his disciples to help him out to the back. Tonight it's up to me because Luke is supposed to be banged up by a Spear, so I let Punk rest his weight against me while we walk back.

He is hot, and I mean the body heat that is emanating from his body as he tosses his arm around my shoulder, that's not the only thing I pick up as I help him through, I can also feel that the little prick is putting pressure against me, making it difficult for me to walk, drag him and send dirty looks to the fans that insult us on our way out of the ring.

Oh but I manage, I may not look like it but I'm a tough girl and I can handle this; so instead of burying my nails at his side I just keep walking… I think it takes more effort of my part to restrain from pressing my fingernails into his flesh so he would straighten up than it is for me to carry his weight back the curtain.

Once we walk through the curtain his arm is removed from my shoulder and the only reminder of his touch is the heat he left behind.

"That crowd is hot" Drew says as they are both handed out towels and bottles of water. Me I get nothing because I did nothing…

"You did well out there" I say, to both of them but Drew is the only one who responds with a smile and a thanks. I smile back, but when he changes his attention to Punk I take it as my cue to leave.

Drew is an okay guy but I've never been one to stay somewhere I'm not welcome and Punk makes me feel like I'm not.

So I leave them talking about the match and wonder backstage until I make it to catering. The room is almost empty and I walk directly to grab a bottle of water, the one I was denied back at the curtain.

"I'd hit that fine ass anywhere, anytime"

I tense a little when I hear that, are they talking about me? Men can be such so… ugh I don't even want to think about it. So pretending as if I didn't listen to their talk I close the lid of the small fridge and then go to make my way out.

"Do you think Punk is hitting that… damn what a shame she has no hair because I'd love to pull at it while we are at it, you know what I mean" The same man said laughing.

That's it; I turn around and see two men staring back at me, Shad and JTG. The shorter one lifts his hands and looks at me apologetically, Shad on the other hand grins wildly as his eyes fix on me.

This is not a WWE problem, it's a men thing and from my OVW days I know I can't let them talk trash about me because later on they'll start to take other liberties I will not allow them to take with me.

I've seen it happen way too many times and I've heard even more ugly tales from the girls backstage.

"You know, I can hear you talking about me so I'll appreciate if you cut it already"

The man does a double take. "No one is talking about you Shorty, that's unless you want me to do more than talking"

I open my mouth to reply to him but I'm cut short with another man's voice.

"I can do more than talking Shad, and trust me, you'll not like it. Now, is there a problem here you want to settle"

At the sound of that voice I turn around and stare at the owner, it's Punk and… that's the last man I expected to see…

"Man, chill out… this is obvious a misunderstanding, we are just about to leave" With that said the duo got to their feet and disappeared.

I could have handled this by my own, it's not like I needed Punk, but since he came and help me it's proper than I thank him.

"Thanks, I…"

"I'm not your baby sitter and I can't be around every time your flirting goes a way you don't want to so try to stay out of trouble"

I gasp, my eyes widening and finding his staring right back through me. Is he serious? "I was not flirting…" I begin to say but before I can finish he turns around and walks out.

He just left me there with the word in my mouth. I gasp again, thinking about how much I dislike that man… I really don't like him and I can't wait for the day this stupid storyline is over.

TBC?