A/N: once again, thanks for all the reviews. I didn't know that this story would be this popular!
The OneI got out of the car and shut the door behind me. Punk waved his hand, to tell me to follow him. I nodded and followed him. Punk unlocked his door and went inside.
"So this is my place, sorry if it's kind of messy." He said scratching the back of his head. He walked over to his couch and sat down.
"It's alright." I smiled and sat down next to him.
It was nice of Punk to let my stay at his house. I was glad that I wasn't at that dumb hotel. For once I was relaxed, there was no Daniel. Over the time that I was with him, there seemed to be no end. Day and night he would just scream and yell at me. Telling me what to do. Like I was just a robot, giving me every damn command under the sun. But now I was free of him. I was here with Punk, he will protect me. No more will I have to listen to the shouts and screams of Daniel. Suddenly I heard Punk say something but I didn't hear what he said.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned my head facing him. "What?" I asked him confused.
"It was Daniel, wasn't it?" He pronounced, not taking his eyes off of me. The question took me by surprise. I looked down, and nodded.
Punk sighed deeply. "A.J, Daniel is bad news, he is a horrible person. You shouldn't be with him." Punk paused, "I don't want you to get hurt."
I looked up at him. "We're not together anymore." I replied, almost a whisper. "I broke up with him yesterday."
"Is that why you were in such a hurry to leave?" Punk questioned.
I nodded slowly, "Yeah." I shook my head "I-I thought I was in love with him…I really did. But I guess that was only a lie." I stammered, barely getting the words out.
"What happened that night?" Punk asked me, unease in his eyes.
Moments of that night flashed into my mind. Just thinking of it made my heart race in terror. That night was horrifying. I could still make out every last word he said that evening. It was like Daniel was right next to me, shouting the words at me. My hands began to tremble. I could feel hot tears run down my cheeks.
"H-he called me useless and good for nothing." I said, quietly, tears running faster down my checks. I looked down at the floor; I didn't want Punk to see me so vulnerable.
"A.J." Punk whispered. "I'm so sorry." He put his hand under my chin and turned my head towards him. With his other free hand, he wiped my tears away. "I won't let him do that to you again."
A weak smile spread across my face. "I'm actually kind of glad it happened, because now I have you." I pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly, like how a little 2 year holds there teddy bear. "Promise me something." My voice was quiet. "Never leave me." I looked up into his eyes.
Punk smiled softly, giving me a warm smile. "I will never do that." His voice was full of gentleness. "I will always be there for you." He told me, brushing my hair out of my face.
When I heard him say those words, my heart filled up with delight. Daniel never said that to me. He never even tried to show it. He just didn't care about me at all. But that's why Punk is different, he cares about me. Punk will never let anything hurt me; he will protect me with his existence. That's why I trust him with my life.
"Want to watch TV?" Punk asked me, grabbing the remote off of his coffee table. I nodded in response. Punk pushed the power button and the TV went on. He flipped through the channels for a little bit. Finally, he found the right one. I looked at the TV screen, it was baseball. The Chicago Cubs were playing the Los Angeles Dodgers.
"Out of all the channels, you picked that one?" I questioned confused.
Punk nodded "Of course, this is real entertainment." He said happily, watching the game. His eyes never left the screen.
"Baseball is crap." I laughed, taking my eyes away from him and looked at the screen. "How is this fun? Watching guys just run around, trying to get home runs? It doesn't look entertaining to me."
"This so called crap," He made air quotes when he said crap. "Is the best thing that you could watch on this expensive piece of machinery." He said referring to the TV.
"Don't you mean TV? Why didn't you say that?" I laughed, waiting for his reply.
"I wanted to sound smart." Punk smirked at me
I shook my head. "Baseball is for old people." I giggled, watching Punk stare at the screen like he was a zombie.
"That is not true, baseball is like TV for the gods, and everyone watches it." He told me with confidence, still never leaving the TV screen. "Chess is for old people, not baseball." Punk said putting his feet up on the coffee table and his hands behind his head.
"Well, we will have to disagree on that. Chess and baseball is for old people." I said, leaning back against the couch and shutting my eyes.
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I sat up and stretched. I saw Punk looking at me smiling "Well look who is finally up."
"How long did I sleep?" I asked still half asleep, rubbing my eyes.
"Like two hours." He said still smiling.
"What?" I asked him wondering why he was still smiling at me.
"It's just that you said my name when you were sleeping." Punk told me, grinning, amused.
"W-what?!" I said blushing. Did I really say that? I looked away embarrassed.
"Are you hungry?" Punk quickly changed the subject, noticing that this conversation was making me uneasy.
After hearing the sentence, I realized how hungry I was and shook my head yes. He got up and extended his hand to me, I took it in return, and he helped me up. I followed him into his kitchen, watching him walk over to his refrigerator, looking for something to eat. I sat down on one of his chairs, putting my head in my head, waiting for his choice. Hopefully it was better than how he picked baseball.
Punk pulled out a container and showed it to me. "Is this good? Its leftover lasagna."
I was so hungry that I didn't care what I ate. "Yep." I smiled and he handed me a plate after he heated it up in the microwave. Punk sat down next to and began eating.
The rest of the day was really good. We talked and laughed what seemed to be the whole time. I was really happy that I had spent the day with Punk, it was fun. He had given me his bed to sleep on, while he slept on the couch. I had told him that I was totally fine with sleeping on the couch, but he insisted that I have his bed.
A/N: well there is chapter 3, I hoped you liked it! Remember that my PM box is always open and to review ^^
