Um, wow. So it's only been what, SIX MONTHS? I think I've left you guys waiting long enough! I sort of lost the drive to continue writing about our favorite dramatic couple Chey and Punk, but that drive has returned! Just in case you're interested, I'm currently writing a NEW story about Punk and Kelly Kelly called Somebody Like You. If you're into that pairing, then you may like it! Thanks for sticking around, my ever-faithful readers! Here goes nothing!

Phil watched with slight amusement as Cheyenne talked and took pictures with the group of girls that came over to the table. He didn't know how long it had been since they came to the couple, but figured it had been a little longer than five minutes. All five of the girls (including who he assumed was their idol, Chey) seemed to be having a good time talking and occasionally singing. Naturally, they ignored him; probably more out of fear than anything else. He wasn't exactly trying hard to look warm and cuddly.

A redhead with hair down to her hips asked Cheyenne about Gregory Lane, at which Phil's ears practically perked up. The smallest hint of a smile crossed Chey's face. She affirmed that Gregory and her were in fact a couple and the teenagers let out shrieks. Phil winced as the sound pierced his eardrums. It didn't matter that he was surrounded by thousands of screaming people almost daily; to him, nothing was worse than the screams of teenaged girls.

Cheyenne politely told her fans that she'd like to return to her guest and so the girls waved and went back to their table. When they sat down, they decided to stare at the pair. Cheyenne turned to face Phil.

"They're sweet," she mused. The waiter came back with a basket of dough balls that smelled heavily of garlic and butter, Phil's Coke, and Cheyenne's wine. He looked at them expectantly, holding his order pad. "Oh, I'm not ready. Sorry," the country singer said. She watched him walk off before looking down at her menu. "I don't know what I want. It all looks good."

"Yeah," the wrestler agreed even though he had decided on the lasagna ten minutes ago. A moment of silence introduced itself. A couple seconds later, Cheyenne snorted to herself. "What's so funny?" he asked. She was looking at a menu. How is a menu funny at all?

"I don't know. It's just that for years I've been thinking, 'If I could sit down with Phil Brooks, I would make everything right again.' But nothing I think of sounds right. I once wrote a hit song in four minutes but I can't even think of one thing that would make everything normal between us."

"There is no normal, Cheyenne. There never was a normal with us. Maybe we were doomed from the start."

"Don't say that," she rebutted, refusing to meet his eyes. "We could've lasted. We should have."

"But we didn't, did we?" He was getting fired up and he couldn't stop it. This was years of pent up anger, exploding in an Italian restaurant in Los Angeles of all places. "We'll never know because I wasn't good enough for you."

"Stop it!" she exclaimed. "That's not true. I wasn't too good for you. You were too good for me!" Blue eyes finally met hazel eyes. Her eyes were glassy with tears that were threatening to fall any minute. "I know how stupid I was. That's all I've thought about for too long. Everywhere I go, everything I see reminds me of that."

"Stop playing the martyr!" he shouted at her. "You knew what you wanted, and guess what? You got it. You left me in the dust and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and watch you change your mind years after the fact." He reached for his wallet and threw $20 on the table. "It was great seeing you, have a nice life. Tell Gregory I said hello." She choked out a sob and watched as he stood from the table and strided towards the door. She jumped up after him and grabbed his arm as he left through the front door of the restaurant.

"Please stop," she begged. "Things are different now. I didn't know what I was doing. I was nineteen years old with stars in my eyes. How was I supposed to know that I was losing the best thing that ever happened to me?" He stopped short but didn't look at her. She jumped in front of him and wiped the ugly black mascara tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll say it a hundred times if I have to, but every time I mean it."

He didn't want to look at her because he knew if he saw her crying, he would give in. But he wanted to stand his ground. After all, this was the girl who pummeled his ego. She had probably thought of this though, because she leaned down until she was in his line of vision.

"I'm not asking you to drop everything and be my boyfriend again. I'm sure you have a lovely girlfriend or fiance or someone somewhere who treats you better than I ever did. I just want you to forgive me." Her voice was tiny and pathetic. "That's it."

It killed him to do it, but he knew he had to. It was time to let go of the grudge. He didn't want to keep living with this hate inside of him, following him everywhere. He didn't want to have to change the radio station in the car every time she was interviewed or turn off the TV when she came on the news. He gave out a big sigh, as though all of his hard feelings had left him. "I forgive you."

The grin that came over her face was too big for words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped onto him, surprising him and almost toppling him over. Cheyenne let out another sob, but a different one. If there was such a thing as happy crying, then that was it.

And then the cameras started to flash. She turned her head and was met with paparazzi, probably close to twenty of them hounding the pair.

"Oh shit," she whispered. They were yelling out to the two of them, the clicking of their cameras incessant and almost threatening. The blonde unwrapped her arms from around his neck and looked at him. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how I didn't think of this happening. I'll fix it, I promise." She didn't quite know how to fix the fact that their faces would be all over the media tomorrow, but she'd come up with something.

Everything always seemed to work out in the end.

It was a week later and Cheyenne was back in Nashville for the first time in two weeks. She had her own penthouse apartment right in the heart of downtown, near Broadway. The country singer was thrilled to be back in her natural habitat, rather than the paparazzi-fest that was Hollywood. Even so, she did kind of miss the hustle and bustle. She thought about her last trip to Hollywood and a smile graced her face when she thought about her lunch with a certain wrestler. Maybe it hadn't started out exactly perfect, but it ended that way. Well, almost, she thought bitterly, thinking back on how they had been mobbed by cameras. She hadn't seen anything about it on TV, but knew better than to hope that it was forgotten. Most tabloids took a week to come to print.

She grabbed her wallet and decided to head down the block to her friendly neighborhood Starbucks. When she got to the lobby of her apartment complex, she waved hello to the doorman Oscar and went outside. It was sunny, but not horribly so. The outrageous heat and rain that normally struck Nashville at this time of the year seemed to be in hiding lately. As she walked down the street, she glanced at the newsstand and almost walked past it, before doing a double take.

Well, at least she had known better than to hope that her lunch with CM Punk would go unnoticed. Shelves and shelves of different magazines had pictures of the pair on their covers. She picked up an issue of Celeb Weekly and read the front page headline.

'NEW ROMANCE FOR COUNTRY STARLET CHEYENNE ALBO

After denying claims of dating Gregory Lane, new photos show Cheyenne Albo with wrestler CM Punk. More on page thirteen!'

She opened up the magazine to the article and scanned it quickly.

'CHEYENNE ALBO REPORTEDLY SEEING CM PUNK, WWE WRESTLER

Last week in Hollywood, everybody's favorite country-pop crossover star Cheyenne Albo was seen having a romantic lunch with new beau, wrestler CM Punk . Sources claim that this unlikely couple has been dating secretly for several months now and even sat next to each other at last week's Kids' Choice Awards ceremony.

"They were all over each other during the show," an insider tells us. "None of her friends approve of them being together. It's just a toxic relationship." You'd figure that by now Cheyenne would know to stay away from bad relationships! Maybe you should've stayed with Gregory, Chey! When Celeb Weekly learn more about this whirlwind romance, our readers will be the first to know.'

"What a bunch of shit!" she exclaimed, tossing the magazine back on the rack. They didn't even sit near each other during the KCAs and they most certainly have not been 'dating secretly for several months'. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the newsstand and then a close up of that particular magazine and sent the photos to Phil. She captioned it 'Good morning! Oh, and I know I said I would fix this but there's no fixing stupid' and sent it before she could think better of it. Pissed wouldn't accurately describe her current emotion. She was furious, though rather surprised that her phone wasn't exploding with frantic calls from her publicist asking what the hell was going on. Even Cheyenne would like to know the answer to that one.

Back in Chicago at last, the Straight Edge Superstar was pleased to be able to spend time with his girlfriend for the first time in a long time. She had practically moved into his apartment, making for interesting living arrangements since Colt was already staying there too. He felt like his place was a refugee camp.

"Babe, your phone just went off!" Maria called from the kitchen. He groaned, knowing it was probably work beckoning him. He was enjoying his small break too much to care about Vince McMahon's wanting and needing him. Phil pushed himself up off the couch regardless, and strolled into the kitchen. Maria had his phone in her hands and a scowl on her face.

"What the hell is this? Why is Cheyenne Albo texting you and why are you on the cover of a magazine hugging her?"

Dundundun! Poor Punk. I definitely would not want to be him right now. How did you think the restaurant scene turned out? I had been writing that particular scene in my head for some time now (I don't know, about six months or so... woops!) Do you think Cheyenne has really changed her selfish tendencies? You know, fame tends to change a person... or so they say. I really hope you all liked it and I hope it was worth the wait. It's a little short, but I definitely feel like I crammed enough in this chapter to make up for, well, at least some of the wait. Thank you for reading and staying faithful, and to any new readers, thanks for clicking!

-Annie

(Still don't own anything... that'd be nice though!)