Missing memory

Summary: Emily wakes up one day, missing a year of her life. Everything is completely different… The biggest difference is probably that she is engaged to her best friend… And she doesn't remember it! CM Punk/OC; Kaitlyn; AJ; Dean; Seth; Lita…

Chapter 1

The wakeup call

Emily opened her eyes and rolled on her back, placing herself in the middle of her big bed. She stretched as she yawned. The sun had been up for a few hours and was shining through the shutters of her room that were only partially closed.

She looked at the time on her alarm clock and smile, oh how much she loved weekends!

She didn't know a better sensation than to wake up by herself on a Sunday morning at ten thirty, feeling rested and full of energy. The best was, she could stay in bed until noon if she wanted to. Though she had told she would go to Mindy's today…

Not really wanting to, she pushed the covers off of her and got up, stretching again. She picked up her phone to check if she hadn't received a message from her boyfriend, Joshua. But the screen showed empty. Fine, she would call him later…

As she was walking to her apartment's kitchen, she passed in front of the bathroom's mirror and she frowned. She didn't remember putting those pajamas on the day before. She had, as she always did, put on one of Joshua's favorite hockey shirt because she loved that the fabric had kept his smell, which felt like he was there to sleep with her even when he was not.

She came closer to the mirror and looked at it attentively, she could have sworn her hair was shorter, not a lot shorter but enough for her to notice it wasn't the same. She also noticed the red nail polish on her hands and feet, though they were respectively pink and purple the night before.

She shook her head, she must have been she tired the previous night and she probably had acted like a zombie before she went to sleep; it felt like she was waking up from a coma.

She was about to continue her way to the kitchen when she noticed a pile of clothes on the chair next to the sink. Though they might have been hers, since it was her specialty to leave scattered clothes everywhere in her apartment, she knew she hadn't left anything here.

She came closer to inspect them. It only took her a second to know it was the ring gear of her longtime friend, CM Punk, which was surprising since she hadn't seen him in months.

Things were definitely weird today!

When she came into the kitchen, she saw him. He was making some sort of green smoothie, his T-shirt off and tied around his waist and his earplugs in his ears. He was probably coming back from his daily jog.

She watched him for a moment before he realized she was there. It wasn't the first time he crashed at her place. Every time he was in Chicago and wished for some space away from his adorable yet very nosy sisters, he came to her. He could have had, with all the money that he was earning, bought a home but he was too afraid of losing contact with the people he loved and it was his way of staying close. Usually though, he did not just show up, he used to call her a few days in advance…

When he finally raised his head from the mixer and saw she was there, he offered her his most handsome smile:

"Hello, Sleeping Beauty! I didn't wake you up last night, Kaitlyn told me you had a rough day!"

"Kaitlyn?"

He just nodded while sipping his disgusting-looking drink. She shook her head, deciding to tackle the problems one by one.

"Why is your stuff in my bathroom?" she asked, the right hand on her hip.

"Oh yeah, sorry… I know you don't like it when I leave them around but they don't go in the dryer and it was raining last night so I thought they could dry on the chair…" he put his glass on the counter and went into the bathroom "I'm gonna put them in their place right now!"

She shrugged, as if she shivered, something was wrong. She looked around herself, things were the same but different at the same time and she couldn't really say why she was feeling like that.

Suddenly, on the cabinet, next to the phone, she saw a framed picture of Punk and her, in Paris, right in front the Arc de Triomphe.

"Where does that come from? Did you photoshop it?" she asked as she waved the frame.

He came back into the kitchen and looked at what she was holding.

"No, it's the original picture! But I agree with you, it is so beautiful, it looks like someone airbrushed it!"

He had put on a shirt and was now taking his jacket and his keys.

"I've never been to Paris!" said Emily.

"Yes you did, we were there last month for the Wrestlemania Revenge Tour! Are you going nuts?" he joked.

He approached her with a smile on his face.

"I promised Renner and Eve that I would go see them today but I'll be back soon, I promise!"

He then put his hands on her waist and brought her closer and his lips were on hers. Too shocked to react, she didn't push him off. The kiss only lasted a second before he let her go and rushed out the apartment.

She stayed like this for a minute. Did Punk just kiss her? Why would he do that? Did he drink expired milk or something?

And then, she had like an illumination. He must have been playing a prank on her. The clothes, the picture, the conversation about a stranger, the kiss… Punk was famous for his pranks, not always of good taste by the way. Most of the time, it even drove his girlfriend, Amy, crazy because she was his favorite target.

Now, why was he doing this to her? She had no clue.

She decided to call Josh to talk about it and even ask if he knew about it. She picked up the kitchen phone and went through the contact list. There were a lot of names she didn't know and there wasn't the one of her boyfriend… Wow, Punk really pushed it far but that wouldn't stop her, she knew the number by heart.

"Hello?" asked a sleepy voice.

"Hi, I'm not waking you up, am I?"

"Emily?" the voice suddenly seemed alert.

"You will never guess the rotten prank Punk is trying to pull on me!" she started, smiling.

"Wow, I'm surprised that you're calling me!" interrupted Josh "I thought you didn't want to speak to me again!"

"What are you talking about? We spoke last night!"

"No, we haven't spoken in a year, not since the breakup" he insisted.

"What? What breakup? What are you talking about?" she asked, shocked.

"I said that you wouldn't ever speak to me ever again, but I'm glad you changed your mind!"

Emily sat down on the closest stool.

"Oh okay, you're in on the prank too, I see!" she sighed of relief.

"What?"

"Punk called you and asked you to pretend we were not together anymore, right?"

"What are you talking about, Emily?" asked the hockey player who had no clue what she was on about.

"That's enough, I caught you, you can stop pretending now!" she smiled, proud of herself for not falling for that stupid prank.

"Listen Emily, I'm not sure I understand anything right now, but you're apparently still with CM Punk so I think it'll be best if I hang up… I was glad you called and I wish you have a happy life!"

She heard the tone. He had hung up. He must have panicked after she found out he was a prankster as well and he was probably trying to reach Punk now to tell him how he failed at his mission.

The Second City Savior had become a master at pranking if he went as far as including Josh in it. She wondered if Mindy was in as well and decided to call her, that way she could also postpone their meeting in the afternoon to next week. Today she wanted to chill in her pajamas in her apartment, and Punk was there. She didn't have the opportunity to spend some time alone with him in a while and she missed that. With him, she could be herself, no need for fashionable clothes and make up.

"Emily?" her friend picked up the phone after the second tone.

"Hi, I wanted to see if we could reschedule to next week instead of this afternoon?"

"This afternoon? Emily, what are you talking about?"

"We said we would meet at 4, right?" Emily was starting to get annoyed that everyone seemed to pretend she wasn't speaking English or something.

"Emily, we haven't spoken in a year!" said Mindy.

"You too?! OMG, he is really committed!" Emily sigh-smiled.

"What? Who is?"

"CM Punk! Okay, I give in, it was really fun, shit and giggles but can we stop it now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about but we didn't plan to meet this afternoon, you haven't spoken to me since a year and a half, Emily!" Mindy's voice hesitated between crying and screaming.

"Okay, let's say I play your games. Why aren't we speaking anymore?"

"You… You were mad about Josh and I and…" the best friend voice cracked.

"Josh and you? What do you mean 'Josh and you'?" asked Emily, who didn't find that joke funny anymore.

"We were together.. We… I mean, he was with me while you guys were together… Don't tell me you don't remember!" Mindy was crying now.

Emily didn't know how to react. She knew all of this was a joke but… she hated it… It wasn't funny, why had he invented an affair between Mindy and Joshua? If it was to hurt her, he had succeeded.

"I… have to go Mindy!" she said absentmindedly before hanging up.

She needed to talk to Punk and stop that thing, those games… She was hurt, it wasn't funny!

She just wanted to go find Josh and spend the afternoon in his arms…

She decided to shower and dress up. Hell to the lazy day, Punk and his stupid prank had ruined it. After a long shower, she put on clothes and spent quite some time curling her hair. It might have been stupid to do that now but she knew she needed to be calm in order to not kill Punk, and taking care of her hair had always had that calming effect on her.

Her phone rang on the night stand, she went into the bedroom and looked at the screen. There was a picture of a pretty blonde woman with black strands and the name 'Kaitlyn'. Wasn't it the name Punk had used earlier? She hesitated but decided to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey… How are you Sweety?" asked a voice with a southerner accent, probably coming from Texas.

"hum… sorry, who is this?"

"You don't recognize me and my beautiful 12-year-old-boy voice? That makes me sad!" she joked "it's me, Kaitlyn!" she said, imitating the Mario Bros games.

"Kaitlyn? Kaitlyn who?" Emily was searching her memory.

"Kaitlyn, your best friend Kaitlyn! You know the two-toned diva of the WWE! Hey, you don't seem okay…" the young woman seemed worried.

"I… I don't know who you are, I'm sorry!"

Emily wondered if it hadn't been a wrong number… But it was impossible; her phone had IDed the caller, who must have been in her contact list.

"Okay, I'm starting to really worry now! I know what just happened to you was horrible but Honey, you can't… Is Punk there?" Kaitlyn's worry seemed really genuine.

"No, but it's about time he comes back!"

At that instant, she heard the keys in the lock of the front door.

"That must be him… I'll call you back!" Emily said without really thinking.

The front door opened on a smiling Philip Brooks:

"Wow you didn't spend the day in your PJs… Is that a miracle?" he joked.

"I thought I was spending the afternoon with Mindy…"

"Mindy?! I didn't know you guys were speaking to each other again…"

"Oh stop it, please! I called her this morning and she told me about your little prank but this isn't funny, Punk. Sorry to ruin your fun but you went too far this time!" she sighed.

Punk closed the door and stared at her.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Do you really want to play that game? Fine, if you want to play stupid, that's fine. I called Josh and he told me that you and I were together, that he and I had broken up a year and a half ago…"

"Wait, you called Josh?" Punk couldn't believe it.

"And then Mindy told me that we're not speaking because Josh was having an affair with her… That's my breaking point, that's where it's not funny anymore!" she was starting to get angry that he hadn't confessed already.

On his side, the straight-edge superstar was looking at her as if she had gone crazy. Everything she was saying made absolutely no sense.

"I don't understand what you are trying to say!" he said, though he had an idea.

"I mean that the idea of pranking me was fine, getting Josh and Mindy on it was smart but… Can we stop it now?"

"I'm not pranking anybody and I would certainly have not included those two if I had, not after what they have done to you!" he was trying to defend himself.

"What?"

"I don't even understand why you called them!"

"Mindy is my best friend and Josh is my boyfriend!"

Punk took a step back as if she had just insulted him and thrown something in his face.

"Mindy and you aren't speaking since you know about Josh cheating on you with her… And you broke up with that motherf*cker for the same reason and it was almost two years ago!" he said calmly, with his professor voice.

Emily shook her head. She didn't understand why he pushed it so far, why he wasn't admitting the whole thing now. She would forgive him and maybe laugh with him because it was well executed, even the tiniest details…

"I don't understand why you're doing that to yourself? You've been through so much shit with those two! Why don't you leave this in the past?" Punk seemed as lost as she was.

"What past?"

He came closer and took her face in his hands:

"Emily, what is going on?"

"You tell me! I don't understand anything!" this time the tears were coming.

He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and leaned towards her as if to kiss her again:

"What are you doing?!" she screamed.

"I was trying to kiss you!"

She pushed him off and took a few steps back, creating a certain distance between them.

"I know I look like I need comfort but not that kind and not from you, Punk, we've been friends for years and there has never been anything romantic between us so don't make things hard!"

"What?! Emily, we're engaged!"

Hi everybody, it's been a while since I have written anything on this website. Anyway, I have found that story that I have been writing in French two or three years ago already and I know most of the people I'm gonna be talking about are gone from WWE but I felt this was a nice enough story to be put into your hands, dear readers.

I hope you enjoyed that first chapter. I know it can be a bit angsty at times but trust me already, this is going to end well…

Anyway, leave a review if you want, subscribe if you please and… you know the game!