Punk walked down the hallways of the Smackdown arena, looking for Jeff. He had never felt so guilty in his life, and it wasn't even close to worth it, all just to try to prove himself. But whst did he prove? 'Just that I'm a complete douchebag right now,' thought Punk. He had tried searching for Jeff everywhere. Catering, the bathrooms, wardrobe, just everywhere. The only place left was the men's locker room, and he was really hoping Jeff was there. But at the same time he hoped he wasn't, because that would mean he drove Jeff back to the same place Will did. That's why he picked the locker room to search last, even though it was the most obvious.

Punk went to open the men's locker room door, but it was locked. He knocked on it. "Jeff? Are you in there?"

There was no response, so Punk leant his ear on the door, and heard slight sniffling from inside. He sighed and looked around, spotting a janitor. "Hey! Can you hand me the keys I need to open this."

The janitor walked over. "I got it, I got it." He started looking through his keys slowly, while Punk tapped his foot.

"Any day now," said Punk.

He continued to shuffle through the keys slowly until he picked one and tried it in the door. "Nope. Not that one."

"Oh my god just give me the keys!" Said Punk, snatching the keys out of the janitor's hands and trying the next key, getting the door open. He gave the keys back and slowly entered the locker room, re-locking the door when he was inside. Punk saw Jeff sitting by on of the benches and walked over to him. Jeff quickly dried his eyes amd tried to compose himself when he saw Punk.

Punk slowly slid down the wall and sat next to Jeff, wrapping an arm around him. "So, I'm not really good at apologies, but I'm really sorry. I just don't exactly know how to handle this, whatever it is we have. I'm new at this and I fucked up. I'm just not used to relationships, and I guess I'm still adjusting. I was just trying to prove to myself I hadn't gone soft, but now I know that caring for someone doesn't make you soft, and even if it did, I would be damn proud to be soft. And I know I screwed up, but I really like you, and I really want to be with you."

Jeff looked up at him and rubbed his eye. "Be with me?"

Punk half-smiled and tilted Jeff's chin and pecked his lips. "Yeah. If you'd let me."

Jeff smiled. "You sure you can handle it?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure you can teach me all I need to know," said Punk.

"Well, for a start, it would help to not make out with other people," said Jeff.

Punk smirked. "Only make out with you? Yeah. I think I can handle that." He kissed Jeff for a few seconds before Jeff pulled away. "There is some more to it than just making out."

"We'll get to that later," said Punk, reattatching their lips. They made out for several minutes until someone knocked. Punk groaned and opened the door. "What?!"

John Morrison stood on the other side, awkwardly rubbing his neck. "I, uh, hate to interrupt, but I kinda have to change."

Punk sighed and moved out of the doorway, letting John in. Jeff sat on a bench, also awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"So, still wanna hang out?" Asked Punk, half-smiling.

Jeff smiled at him. "Yeah."

They walked out of the locker room and Punk grabbed Jeff's hand, leading him down the hallway. Jeff blushed and held Punk's hand.

AN: I know, short chapter, but my teachers are going crazy with the homework so I'm just trying to post what I can. Please review!

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