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A/N- I'm so pumped for this fic :D This is a colab between me and DemonicXaliv! So I hope you guys like it as much as we do.

Chapter 1

Emotions were running at an all time high as the superstars and divas gathered around the monitor. For once forgetting about rivalries and other backstage drama as they watched the huge TV screen.

Most of them turning to look at the small brunette as she stared wide-eyed at the screen. Her face in a small frown as she tried to process what they were hearing and seeing.

Her heart was pounding against her ribcage as her eyes widen once again. Her breath seemed to quicken as she ran a hand shakily through her hair her eyes still glued on the screen.

Looking at her fellow divas and superstars she bit her lip her eyes following the happenings in the ring.

Following the man she considered one of her closest friends attack one of her other close friends. Holding her breath she watched as he left the ring holding the steel chair tightly in his hand. The camera then focusing on the other man who was kneeling in the middle of the ring before angrily standing up and looking up the ramp.

Letting out the breath she was holding she looked around realizing that everyone was giving her space. Knowing just how close she was to the two men that had previously been on the screen.

Taking in another quick breath she headed towards gorilla position. Wanting to know what had just happened. Was it all just a storyline? Was it real?

Most importantly. What had just happened?

Standing nervously she looked up as a figure clad in black exited through the black curtains.

Brown eyes meet green as he gave her a small nod before walking away.

Not knowing if she should follow him or not she fidgeted with the end of her shirt nervously as another man exited the curtains, hands placed angrily on his hips.

Brown eyes meet blue as he tried giving her a reassuring smile before leaving her standing by herself.

Looking to her right before looking at her left she shrugged to herself.

John was glad people were avoiding him after getting backstage.

The last thing he wanted was people asking questions about what happened with Punk. He put his head in hands groaning in frustration.

The image of her face looking confused, concerned,...and hurt came to his mind when his eyes closed.

He knew it was matter of time before this happened...

He just had not anticipated that it be on screen in front of the world.

There was a small knock to the door before the small diva poked her head into the room. "John?" She approach him slowly. "What happened?"

He couldn't look at her face, so he stared at the floor. "AJ..."

He didn't know what to say.

The truth would spill both his and Punk's secrets, only damaging the already dying friendship. He couldn't find the ability to lie either to say it was all apart of the show, that it had been planned all along.

"It is gonna be fine." He sighed.

"Why would that happen? You two are friends!" AJ questioned.

"I know..." He muttered even though in his mind he knew they were friends no longer.

"I need to talk to Punk."

"AJ, wait-" She was gone before he could stop her. He let out another sigh and resigned himself to the guilt.

It was his fault...

The black steel chair fell to the floor in a dented heap. Placing his hands on his hips he shook his head trying to clear his head of the confused brown eyes he had just seen.

Sitting down on the small bench he let out a heavy sigh.

"What was that out there?" a voice asked.

Looking up the raven haired man looked at one of his best friends and simply shrugged.

The dark skinned man shook his head before heading out the door.

Letting out a frustrated sigh he stared down at the ground. He didn't regret what he had done. He made it a point to never regret what he did. And this was just another one of those things he could not bring himself to regret.

Sure he had disappointed many people. He had potentially broken the hearts of many small children. But did he regret it?

No of course not.

Thinking back at the shocked look on people's faces he couldn't help but smirk. They had reacted just how he though they would.

What he had not anticipated was the look of disappointment mixed with confusion he had seen in her eyes. And that was what shook him up the most.

That was what had him asking himself if what he did was the right thing.

Tilting his head backwards he shook his head slowly. No, his actions were justified. They were. There was no need to convince himself that what he did was right. Everyone knew he was in the right. It was just a matter of time for everyone to understand.

For her to understand.

Feeling the sudden urge to hit something he kicked the small trashcan near by sending it flying towards the wall just as the door slowly opened.

And she walked in.

"Did you go see him first?" he asked bitterly watching as she bit her lip softly. That was all the conformation he needed "You did, huh?"

The small brunette walked further into the room "Punk-" she began only to be cut off by him.

"Always the golden boy." he muttered "Of course let's go see if John-boy needs any help."

She raised an eyebrow but walked closer to him "He did just get hit with a steel chair by a person he though of as a friend."

A sarcastic laugh fell from his lips. Friend? Far from it.

"Oh sorry. I didn't realize that we were friends." he said in a mocking voice as he looked down at her.

Running a hands through her long hair in frustration she concentrated on not stomping her foot like a child. "He is your friend." she tried to reason "He's our friend."

"He was my friend." he corrected instantly looking down at her. "And I can see that you're clearly still his friend. How could I possibly think that my friend would take my side over the golden boys side."

"You attacked him Phil." she said softly using his given name "For no reason. No reason." she stressed her last two words. "How do you expect me to just trust you without reason."

"You have before." he pointed out stepping closer to her.

"Yeah. But you weren't attacking people." she stood her ground "How do you expect me to choose between to of my closest friends. Two men that I love. Two of my mentors?" she asked.

Love? He couldn't help but laugh.

"But your sliding with Cena without knowing my reason?" he asked "Thanks for that April."

She grimaced at the sound of her full name "Your not giving me your reasons." she countered.

"Your supposed to trust me. Friends remember?" he said raising "But since you're not even going to give me that, then I think it's best if you leave."

Looking up at him she blinked back the tears that threatened to escape. Leaning up she brushed her lips against his cheek "I'm sorry." she said softly before walking out of the room.

Watching her retreating back he sat down on the bench letting his head fall into his hands as a tired sigh escaped his lips.

A/N- Me: Thank you all for reading! I'm so excited to be working with DemonicXaliv xD So to check out any Punklee Fics of mine check out For The Last Time, Say You Like Me, Moments Like These and The Games We Play, yes I am pimping out our stories, and for any Punklee Fics from DemonicXaliv check out Just Friends? as well as Crash and Burn.

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