Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars in this story, only the OC Characters and my story idea.

A/N: I've had an urge to write AJ and Punk for a while, and after seeing this week's Raw, it broke my heart and I knew that could be used as a starting point for my new fic. Hope you enjoy and let me know if I should continue!

Monday 24th September

"I'll tell you what AJ. You forget last week's match ever happened, and I'll forget that you would show up to every Monday Night Raw wearing my tshirt."

The words echoed in her head as she stormed around backstage. She knew it was a bad idea to begin with for the Creative team to let him bring up their previous storyine together. Due to their onscreen chemistry from that storyline, the wrtiers thought that they could play on that and show how antagonistic their onscreen relationship had become and help Punk move on up as Raw's top heel.

"I'll forget the hundreds of text messages and voicemails, that are not fit to air here on the USA network, that you would leave me."

It was also a bad idea to let CM Punk have so much input into his promos. The Creative team had no idea that the previous storyline extended beyond what was shown onscreen. They had no idea that deep down AJ Lee had been trying to deny her growing attraction to Punk. They had no idea that she was crazy for him.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you? Oh please, don't let me do all the talking. Why don't you let everybody know exactly how intimate me and you were behind closed doors. Let them know that I'm the reason there's a little skip in your step. Tell them, tell them that I'm the best in the world."

She would never forget those taunting words. Those words didn't speak the truth. There was no intimacy behind closed doors. There had been a friendship, and even more so on AJ Lee's part, a growing crush on her coworker. Punk had used that against her. He knew very well that she had some sort of crush on him, and like the jerk she thought he wasn't, he had used that against her, in front of the WWE Universe. For weeks, her and Punk had been inseparable, and lately, they had drifted apart. She wasn't sure why their late night hangouts and gaming sessions had slowly become few and far between, but after tonight, she realised he wasn't all he seemed to be and that something was up. As she moved through the backstage area, she could see the looks she was getting from the other talent and the backstage personnel. But now, as it had panned out on screen, she knew people were looking at her differently, and she knew that they were all coming to the same wrong conclusion. Tears brimmed on the edge of her eyes, and she furiously wiped them away with her hand. This was not supposed to be happening. CM Punk was her friend. Her confidante. Her gaming partner. Her late night feast buddy. More importantly, someone she could trust.

Or so she thought.

"You're a dumbass, you know that right."

CM Punk rolled his eyes, recognising the voice almost instantly as the person entered the shared locker room. Raw had just ended for the night, and the Superstars and Divas were packing up to head back to the hotel before their flights the next day. Punk had just finished having a shower and was getting dressed before he was interrupted by his friend. He turned around, pulling his tshirt over his head quickly, "What do you want, John?"

John Cena shook his head in disbelief as he leaned against the doorway of the shared locker room, "As if you don't know."

Punk grabbed his bag, pulling it over his shoulder and making his way to the door that John was blocking, "Oh c'mon, it was just a promo. I needed to get the heat. No matter what I do, people aren't buying the heel turn and I'm not getting the heat I need."

"So you attack AJ?"

"It was already planned!"

John looked incredulously at his good friend, "Judging by the look on her face, it wasn't! You ran her down and made her out to be one of the ring rats that hang around outside, and you know she's not. She's your friend."

Punk ran a hand over his face, "Jesus Christ, Cena! You're my friend too and I give you crap on screen and I don't see you getting all upset over it!"

"I'm not the one that's in love with you!"

A deep chuckle resounded through the locker room, "Oh for god's sake, she is not in love with me. It's just some school girl crush."

The former WWE Champion's face dropped, and he shook his head again, disbelieving that his friend was so blind to the truth, "That girl looks at you with stars in her eyes. What you did tonight wouldn't have mattered if she didn't dig you man. But she does, and I got to tell you, it sucked watching her run through the backstage area crying."

His hand tightened around his bag strap, a frown marring his features, "What?"

"Eve caught her hiding in the locker room crying. She's taken her back to the hotel early."

The WWE Champion swallowed, struggling to understand, "She was crying?"

John sighed, "I don't know what happened to you two over the past few weeks. But that girl has been miserable without you lately, and tonight, tonight was the last straw, Punk." He reached out a hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Talk to her, Punk. It's the least you could do."

CM Punk knew it was what was right and expected of him to do. But as he pushed past his friend, he had no idea what to say to AJ and he didn't even know if she would even listen to him.

AJ Lee could very well hear Beth Phoenix and Eve Torres talk about her from the other side of her bathroom door. Her two close friends had found her crying in the Diva's locker room, and as soon as their match was over, they had bundled her gear into a bag, pulled her out of the arena, and driven her to the hotel. The tears had since dried up on her cheeks, salt tracks were all that remained to show how upset she was. The entire car ride she had spent gazing out the window, trying to tune out the conversation happening in the front seat. Her friends were only trying to cheer her up, but that wasn't enough. She didn't want to cheer up. She just wanted to forget that tonight had happened. She prided herself on being a tough girl, and she never took anything to heart. But right now, she was acting like a heartbroken school girl. Punk had said those things about her, and she had no idea if he meant it or not. But knowing Punk, he always said that he spoke the truth in his promos. He would always tell her it was best to work off what you know and what you really felt about a situation. Right now as those words of advice ran through her head, a burning sensation tore through her chest at the realisation that Punk clearly thought the worst of her.

She gripped the towel around her tightly as she got out of the shower, having tried to scrub herself clean to forget the night. AJ could hear Beth and Eve discuss what had happened. Neither of them could believe that Punk would've stooped that low. AJ laughed to herself, bitterl. "Well that makes three of us," she mumbled, pulling on her underwear and a bra. Her small shaky hands reached for her trackpants and a tank top and she pulled them on, not even bothering to fix her hair. As she entered her bedroom, she noticed the two women go quiet, and she offered them a small smile, "I'm fine, don't stop on my behalf."

"Are you sure you don't want us to stay, April? We could hang out for a bit, watch movies and bitch about men?"

AJ smiled at the Divas Champion, "I just want to go to sleep, Eve, but thank you anyway."

Beth reached out to hug the small girl tightly, "You going to travel with us to the airport tomorrow? I won't take no for an answer."

AJ nodded against the blonde woman's chest, before being released and puhed into the direction of Eve, who hugged her just as tightly, "Thank you guys." She followed them to the door, and watched them leave, a small smile still on her face. She wanted them to think she was okay. She didn't want them to fuss about her now. It was late and she knew they were tired from their match, and the last thing she wanted to do was cry on their shoulders late into the night. She closed the door behind them and turned back to her bedroom, her eyes already brimming with tears that she thought she had none left of. A knock at the door startled her, and she frowned, scanning the room quickly to see if the girls left anything behind. At the sight of nothing unusual left, she moved to open the door, not even thinking to check who it was. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the WWE Champion standing before her, and she moved quickly to shut the door.

CM Punk's arm shot out, and he stopped the door from closing, his eyes trained on the young girl, quivering in the doorway, "April.."

"Don't," hissed AJ, tears now making their way down her face. She shook her head, struggling to close the door against his strength, "Please, leave me alone."

"I want to apologise."

AJ laughed, despite herself, "For what?"

"For what happened in the ring."

She shook her head again, her teeth chewing at her lip, "No, you don't get to apologise."

"Yes, I do. It was the wrong thing to do. I stooped to my lowest, I know."

AJ watched for the sincerity on his face, and in his apology. She could tell it was heartfelt, but she wasn't about to accept it anytime soon, "Someone once told me that you need to use your emotions and thoughts from deep down in order to cut a good promo."

As the familiarity of the words dawned on Punk, his heart sank as he realised what she meant. He stepped closer, trying to push his way into the room, "AJ-"

"Those words weren't written down for you, Punk. Those words came from you. And deep down, you really think that of me. You really thought that the world needed to hear that AJ Lee was crazy for CM Punk. That I was some forgotten fling." Her voice only got louder, and her tears continued down her face, "I'm not some fling, Punk. I was your friend. And I don't know what happened to us. Maybe it's Paul. Maybe it's Amy.. Hell! Maybe it actually was me, but it just hurt to think that you couldn't come and talk to me about it. That you had to go and do that to me, Punk." She blinked away the tears clouding her eyes, "I was so happy. Everything was going so well, and now, God, it drives me insane to think that I didn't see this coming. What's worse is I still don't think I deserved any of this." She swallowed back a sob that tightened her chest, "Please, just leave me alone, Punk. If you want to make things right, just leave me the fuck alone."

Her words sunk in and CM Punk could do nothing more but to stand back, speechless, as he watched the hotel room door close. He stepped closer to the closed door, and leaned his head against the solid wood, and heard the sound that broke his heart. AJ Lee's gut wrenching sobs were all that he could hear, and he knew she had slipped to the floor on the other side of the door. An ugly feeling churned in his stomach and he knew he had done the wrong thing. He was an impulsive person, and he wasn't going to deny it, but he was also a selfish person. He saw an opportunity to gain more heat. Vince had been on his case about not doing enough to be Raw's top heel, and all CM Punk saw was his time to shine. What he didn't realise till afterwards, was that he had trampled on the heart of his good friend. He knew they had drifted apart over the past few weeks, and that was his own doing. He had people in his ear trying to get him to concentrate on his push to be the top heel, and what he left behind in his wake was his friends. He rubbed a hand over his tired face. For once in his life, he had no idea what to do, and he shook his head realising he needed to talk to someone.

CM Punk didn't even realise his feet were taking him someplace, until he came to a stop in front of another hotel room door and he sighed. He knew exactly why a part of him wanted to come here, and he groaned at his weakness. He reached up a tattooed hand and rapped his knuckles against the door, hoping his friend was free. The door swung open, and a pair of blue eyes stared back at him, "I fucked up."

John Cena chuckled, "I told you."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"That's what we were just discussing."

CM Punk frowned, and glanced over John's shoulder to see Mike Mizanin, Kofi Kingston and Nick Nemeth, otherwise known as Dolph Ziggler, sitting in John's hotel room. He looked back at John, slightly amused, "You were holding a mother's meeting about me?"

John rolled his eyes, grabbing his friend by the shirt and pulling him into the room, "Get inside, asshole."

The WWE Champion took a seat, raising an eyebrow at the group of men, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything about you and AJ," quipped Mike.

Kofi leaned back in his chair, "From the beginning."

A/N: Review and let me know if I should continue! :)