New story! :D I posted the first chapter (or, you know, this one xD) on Quizilla a while ago, but it took it down. :/ This is just a random crossover story. I really wanted to write a Shane Dawson story, and I randomly decided to include WWE in it. xD I always go back to wrestling. :P

So, I'm just guessing, some people may just be reading this for WWE and CM Punk and stuff. If you are, here's some basic stuff: Shane Dawson is a YouTuber. Shanna Malcolm is one of his friends, who appears in his videos with him a lot, so I decided to include her in it. :) And, I have no idea if either of them even watch WWE, but I've decided that they do. :D

Also, a few things about Abby: Her full name is Abigail Elise Brooks. She's 22 (it says so way in the beginning xD) and is from Chicago, where her brother is from. She has red hair (it's not natural, it looks kinda like Hayley Williams')

Almost done, I promise. Just real quick. The title of this story is based off the song Hello There Mr. Brooks by Asking Alexandria (Rosalind and Punk listened to it in Beautiful Nightmare).

Disclaimer: I do not own CM Punk, Shane Dawson, Shanna Malcolm, or WWE. If I did, you'd see me on YouTube. xD

Enjoy!

I'm in California…

You're probably wondering why, right? I mean, I'm CM Punk's sister. The WWE Champion who's from Chicago! Why would his sister be in California?

I don't really have a reasonable answer, so I'll just tell you how I got here.

I basically hitchhiked from place to place. And now I'm here. In a Wal-Mart shopping cart in California, thousands of miles from my hometown. I'm at Wal-Mart because the last guy who dropped me off did so about a block from here, so I walked here, found a shopping cart, and sat in it.

I'd get out, but I'm stuck…

Hey, that's what happens when a 22-year-old girl decides to sit in a shopping cart.

I've been here for about half an hour…And I've been wearing the same clothes for the past three days.

You're probably thinking, "You're at Wal-Mart. Why not buy some clothes?" Well, the answer to that is…Silly me, I didn't bring any money with me when I left Chicago.

You know how I said I didn't have a reason for coming to California? Well…I lied. The thing is, Phil (my brother) has become so famous, being in the WWE and all. I'm just his sister, doing nothing in her life. I'm at that age where I should go to college, but I didn't make very good grades in high school, so I didn't get any scholarships, and I can't afford college. I decided that maybe, if I went to California, I could become famous somehow.

That plan has failed miserably so far.

"Yo, white girl!"

I look up, but there are so many people walking around, I have no idea who said it, or if they were even talking to me.

"There are a whole bunch of white girls here, Shanna." Someone else says. "Call her something else…Like…Yo, red head!"

Now I know they're definitely talking to me. I finally find who it is that's talking to me. A guy and a girl, who I'm guessing is Shanna.

"Uh…I'm a red head." I say. I'm not really sure what else there is to say. I look around. There are plenty of shopping carts, so that's not the problem.

"We were talking to you!" The girl I'm assuming is Shanna says.

The guy hits her arm lightly. "Quit being mean."

"Do you guys need something?" I ask, trying not to sound rude.

"Why are you in that shopping cart?" Shanna asks.

"Uh…" I blush lightly. "I kinda got stuck."

"Here, let me help you." The guy says, before Shanna pushes him out of the way.

"Boy, your skinny white ass can't pick up a piece of bread!" She says, and I laugh. "Let me help you."

She does help me, and now I'm standing…except my foot fell asleep. I walk around a little, then walk back to them.

"Thanks." I say. "I've been in that for half an hour."

The guy laughs. "No problem."

"She wasn't talking to you." Shanna says. She looks at me. "You're welcome. Mind telling me why you were in there in the first place?"

I look down at my feet, then back up at them. "It's a long story…"

"We've got time." The guy says. Okay, this dude is familiar…

"Boy, shut your mouth." Shanna says. "If she doesn't want to tell us, she won't tell us."

The guy wrinkles his nose. "You smell-"

"Shane, if you don't shut up, I will slap you." Shanna says. My eyes widen. "Look what you did, you scared her. Girl, are you okay?"

I look at Shane. "You sing…uh…" He just stares at me, confused. Damn it, why did I have to forget it! Oh wait, I know the words to it!

I start singing instead.

"I'm not a superhero, I'm not that kind of guy, but I can save you baby, give me a try!"

"Oh! You mean SuperLuv?" He asks.

I nod. "Yeah. I totally forget your name, though. My friend showed me that song, and now it's on my iPod." I smile.

"Oh. Well, thanks for buying it." He smiles. "I'm Shane Dawson, by the way."

"And I'm Black as Shit!" Shanna says, and Shane bursts out laughing.

"This is Shanna." Shane says.

I nod, smiling. "Okay…Well, I'm Abigail Brooks."

Shanna just stares at me. "Your last name is Brooks…and you're wearing a shirt talking about being drug free. Where are you from?"

"Chicago." I say, confused.

Shane's about to say something, but she beats him to it and says, "This is going to sound crazy, but…have you heard of CM Punk?"

"Aw, yes. CM Punk. The WWE Champion. The Straight Edge Superstar. Or, as I like to call him, my big brother, Phil." I say, smiling.

"I'm lost." Shane says.

"It's wrestling." I say, shrugging. "Why are you lost?"

"So you're some wrestler's sister?" He asks.

I nod. "Yeah, pretty much. But he's a champion, so…"

He remembers something else. "Wait…If you're from Chicago, why are you here?"

"Long story…" I say, shrugging. "Actually, not really. I just felt like coming to California. Why are you guys here?"

"California or Wal-Mart?" Shane asks.

Shanna looks at him, raising an eyebrow. "I worry about you sometimes. She wants to know why we're here at Wal-Mart!"

"Oh…" He says. He looks at me. "We needed to buy stuff."

"Wow. Really?" I ask, rolling my eyes. "Really? Really?"

Shanna laughs. "I see what you did there!"

Shane frowns. "I don't. What did you do?"

I laugh. "There's a wrestler called the Miz, and he does that." I look at Shanna. "You need to get him to watch wrestling!"

"Girl, I've tried." She says, shaking her head.

Shane looks at her like she's crazy. "What the hell are you talking about? You've never tried to get me to watch wrestling! This is the first I've heard of it!"

I laugh. "You guys are…random."

Shanna rolls her eyes. "Like I haven't heard that before. Anyway…How did you get here?"

"Uh…" I blush. "Well…I hitchhiked. I got bored in Chicago…"

"Is that why you're here?" She asks.

I nod. "Pretty much. I don't know any places here, so I just walked here."

"Do you have a place to stay?" Shane asks.

I shake my head. "I figured I'd stay at some hotel…You know, when I got some money."

"You don't have any money?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Nope. I'm broke. Figured I'd sell my phone or iPod or something."

"Um, no." Shanna says. "I don't think so. You are related to CM Punk. You ain't selling anything! You can hang out with me and Shane until you get money or something."

"You don't have to-" I start.

"No, it's okay." Shane says. "Please? I'd feel really bad if I didn't let you stay with me."

I sigh. "Fine."

"Well, we're at Wal-Mart." Shanna says. "Let's buy stuff!"