A/N: I promised this to Rhiannon Leigh Black aaages ago. I owe her a oneshot that isn't this one, but I want to write this as well…so at least she has something to enjoy in case it takes me another four months…I don't own Rynne Janine, CM Punk, or John Cena. This oneshot was actually inspired by my friend's Valentine's Day gift to his girlfriend. Thanks, Daniel, although you're never going to read this. Ever.

Of Anniversaries and Presents

"What am I going to do?" Punk muttered to himself, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Today was their one-year anniversary, and he desperately needed to think of a gift for his girlfriend. However, he just couldn't see how he was going to meet her specifications. "Remember," she had said with a stern glare, "I don't want anything alive, expensive, or seafoam green. Especially not expensive." Presently, he sighed. He wanted to do something creative and thoughtful and romantic, but he had to admit he was drawing a blank on any of the above.

"Are you still agonizing over the present?"

He turned his head to look at said girlfriend, who was lying on her side facing him. A lock of hair fell over one eye, and he propped himself up on one elbow and tucked it behind her ear.

"Of course not," he smirked in manner he hoped was deceiving.

Judging by the smile she was trying to hide, however, she wasn't buying it. However, her lips curved into a real smile as she snuggled closer to him.

"Happy anniversary, Punker."

"Happy anniversary to you, too. It doesn't seem like it's been a year, does it?"

"I don't know. It sometimes feels like I've known you forever."

He swooped in for a kiss, and received no objections from Rynne, who looped her arms around his neck. He pulled away too soon, flashing that lopsided grin of his that never failed to make her smile.

"As much as I'd love to just lie here in bed with you all day…I really can't. I'm meeting Cena for a workout, but I'll be back right after…"

Rynne pulled a face.

"You'd rather get sweaty with an ape than spend quality time with your girlfriend? And on your anniversary, no less?"

"It's not that, it's just…"

"Yeah, yeah…training, yadda yadda yadda…" she said with an eye roll. "I can't believe you."

She pouted and grabbed hold of his hand to keep him from leaving.

"Stay for breakfast?"

"I can't," he said, looking genuinely apologetic, "but if you hurry, you can come with."

"And be within ten feet of the aforementioned sweaty ape? Ew, I'll leave that to Leesie, thanks."

He sat up and shrugged.

"Have it your way."

"Besides, if I stay behind, you'll have some time to figure out a present."

"Haha…funny, aren't we?"

"You know you love me."

He leaned over and kissed her temple.

"That I do."

He dressed and grabbed his gym bag, by which time Rynne was moving about the room beginning her morning routine.

"You're sure you're not coming?" Punk asked as he opened the door to exit into the hallway.

She nodded, falling into step beside him as the pair headed down the stairs.

"Yeah. I'll find something to do. I'll be fine. Just hurry back. And whatever Cena suggests…please don't actually listen to him."

He glanced over at her with a succinct nod as he unlocked the front door.

"Got it."

With that final promise, Punk kissed her lightly.

"I'll be back soon."

"I'll be waiting with bated breath. And I cannot wait to see what you get," she added sing-songingly.

Me neither, he thought as he walked down the driveway.

~*~

"Hey…you're late," Punk said, annoyed, as John Cena exited his "Chicago car," a large duffel slung over his shoulder.

John chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We, er, lost track of ti--"

"Ugh. Dude, too much info," Punk grimaced. "I told Rynne I'd be back soon. It's our anniversary."

"Yeah, and I won the WWE Championship at Wrestlemania last night. Not to mention, I have Raw tapings tonight. I'm sorry, but I have priorities."

"Ew…"

The two Superstars headed into the gym, but their conversation continued.

"Hey, what can I say? We like to celebrate."

"I know," the Straightedge Superstar said with a frown. "Can we please stop discussing your sex life and focus on my issues for once?"

"You sure?" John questioned, setting his bag on the locker room bench.

"Yes," the Chicagoan replied emphatically.

"Okay, but let's not try to cover all of them. That could take awhile, and my fiancée and I--"

"Are as hormonal as teenagers. Why do I put up with you, again?"

"Because our significant others are bandmates and practically life partners minus the lesbianism…although--"

"Don't even say it."

"Fine. But you put up with me because you love Rynne and I love Leesie, and they're close. Hence, we go to the gym together."

"Honestly? I'm not even up for a workout today," Punk sighed, sitting on the bench.

John followed suit.

"So, Phillip, what troubles you?"

"You're going to have to stop the psychiatrist crap, or I swear to God…"

"Touchy today, aren't we?"

"Well, of course. Today's our one-year anniversary, and I have no idea what to get her."

John shook his head empathetically.

"I had the same problem a couple months ago."

"What'd you do?"

"Called Rynne, of course. I ended up doing something completely different, but she helped give me some ideas."

"Oh…"

"I don't have to tell you where I went," John said suggestively.

Punk scooted further down the bench, looking disturbed.

"Does everything have to come back to your sex life?"

"When are you going to admit you're just jealous because you're not getting any?"

"When are you going to stop bragging about it like a high school kid?"

"When it stops being amazi--"

"You're lucky Leesie likes you."

John smirked.

"I know. And she loves when I--"

"Dammit, Felix! Are you going to help or not?"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm sorry. Look, just call Leesie. She's really good with the mushy, romantic stuff."

Punk considered this suggestion a moment before nodding.

"Okay…that actually makes sense."

"I've been known to do that from time to time."

"Yeah, occasionally."

With that, Punk pulled out his phone and called F4's bassist. She answered on the second ring, her voice cheery.

"Hey, Punk. What'd you need?"

"Well, I'm actually calling to ask you a question."

"Shoot."

"Today's our anniversary, and--"

"And you are at a loss as to what to get Rynne, because she told you she didn't want anything expensive, seafoam green, expensive, alive, or expensive. Furthermore, she doesn't want anything expensive. And you're not creative enough at the moment to think of anything romantic, original, and inexpensive."

"Um…pretty much, actually. How'd you know?"

"I could tell you I'm just that good, but, actually, she just called."

"Oh…nice."

"Is my future husband behaving?"

Punk rolled his eyes.

"Well, to be fair, he's only spent about 50% of the time trying to mention your sex life."

"Oh, dear God…Sorry he was late, by the way."

On the other end of the phone, Leesie was blushing slightly, but a smile graced her lips. As she spoke to her bandmate's boyfriend, she was browsing the internet for ideas.

"It's okay. So, any ideas?"

"Yeah, actually. Meet me at the Wal-Mart on North Ave in ten."

"I'll be there."

"Awesome. Can I talk to John, please?"

"Yeah, sure."

Punk handed the phone to John, who was smiling like a kid hopelessly in love with his first girlfriend. Frankly, it was a bit frightening sometimes.

"Hey, Babe."

"Hey, Hun. I need to ask you a favor."

"Oh?"

"Not that kind of favor," she said, exasperated. "I need you to get Rynne out of the house and keep her occupied."

"Erm…what?"

"Go see a movie or something. I don't know, and I don't care. You'll think of something. Punk and I need the house."

"But--"

"She isn't going to hurt you."

"She usually does…" he mumbled.

"Oh, for the love of God. Suffer through it, okay? For me?"

John glanced over at Punk and sighed.

"Fine. I'm sure I can think of some way you can make it up to me."

Leesie snorted and rolled her eyes.

"We'll see."

"Hey, I thought this morning w--"

"Johnathan. Could you please not traumatize our favorite Phillip more than necessary? I'm going to call Rynne and have her get ready for the movies--you can pick her up in half an hour. At least if you see a movie you won't be speaking."

"Hey."

"You know I love you, Hun, but I know that if given the opportunity, you're liable to say something to piss Rynne off and make her want to go home. That's also why I'm having you go get her, but there's no reason why she wouldn't just hop the bus and go home."

"You're lucky I love you."

"I know. Believe me, I'd ask someone else if there were anyone else in the city I trusted with this task. But Morgan and Amber are both out-of-town, and it's too short-notice for anyone back home to come help…And Rynne and Maria are far from friends."

"So I'm the last resort?"

"Quite honestly, yes."

"Oh, thanks."

"Anytime."

"All right; I'll take the drummer to the movies."

Punk turned, obviously a bit perturbed.

"You're doing what?"

"Give him the phone, Sweetheart. I'll call as soon as we're ready."

John held up a hand to silence his dark-haired companion while answering his fiancée.

"Okay. Be careful--traffic's a bitch at the moment."

"I will. Love you."

"I love you, too."

John handed the phone back to Punk.

"She wants to talk to you."

"Yeah?"

"We can't have Rynne at the house with my plan. There's no other option. You know full well John is anything but disrespectful. Seriously, would I be engaged to him if he were completely lacking in redeeming qualities?"

"I know, Leesie. But I wouldn't put it past him, once in the theater, to mistake her for you and try to cop a feel."

"Please. Give me some credit!" John protested. "I'm intimately familiar with what Leesie looks like in the dark."

"Dammit, John!" Leesie yelled loudly enough for him to hear. "Do you have to turn everything into something dirty?!"

Punk winced.

"That was my ear."

"…sorry. We really need to get started, though, so I'm going to have to let you go."

"Okay."

"See you soon."

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye!"

Punk flipped his phone shut and addressed John a final time.

"You'll be dead three times over if you mistake my girlfriend for Leesie."