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Chapter Seven

I sit, looking at all of my works. I feel really proud of myself. I mean, I have like four stories going at once and there seems to be no signs of stopping. I need to go knock on wood. I decide to knock on my wooden coffee table. It's wood.

Punk and Jeff sit down on either side of me.

"Pokes, pokes, pokes," I say. "Trying to poke me again?"

They shake their heads.

"We got our messages across," Jeff proudly replies.

"One, why?" I ask.

"Because we can," Punk answers. "We want to be part of some of your stories."

"So, what is your role in A Love that Comes True?" I question Punk as I look to him.

"What?" he answers.

"John and Randy? What is your plan?" I ask.

"I don't know yet," he answers.

Jeff and I stare at him. "Really?" we both say.

"Yeah...I don't know yet. I'll let you know when you write though."

I nod and turn to Jeff. "You and Cena?"

"Why not?" he asks. "He is very handsome. Besides, there aren't too many stories with me and him."

"True. You and Matt, you and Kane, you and Taker..."

"There are some with you and John," Punk stated.

"Some," he emphasizes, "and now this can be added."

"But you two aren't the main characters," I say.

"It doesn't matter," Jeff says.

John comes in and smiles at us.

"Does Matt know?" I ask.

"I won't tell if you won't tell," Jeff replies as he gets up.

The two hug and Jeff pulls John somewhere. I'm thinking to John's room.

I look to Punk.

"What?" he asks.

"Why are you being a dick to Mike in What Happens in Vegas?"

"Someone has to be," he defends.

"Fine," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Are me and Morrison going to be together in the story?"

I arch an eyebrow. "Do you want to be?"

Punk smiles.

"Okay." I lean back into the couch. "Have you seen Randy or Glenn?"

Punk shakes his head.

"I wonder where they went off to."

"I don't know."

We stare at each other.

"You don't think..."

We both get up and room to Glenn's room. We press our ears against the door and could hear the sounds of the TV going.

Randy chuckles.

Me and Punk smile at each other.

"Stop," Randy says. "You're tickling me."

Glenn laughs.

"Hey, now."

"You like it."

Kissing can be heard.

"Hey!" Randy exclaims.

"You're squirm a lot," Glenn chuckles.

"It's your fault."

More kissing.

"No, not yet," Randy says.

"I'm not going to push you, you know that right?"

"I know," Randy replies. "Could we please just cuddle for right now?"

"Yeah."

Upon hearing nothing, Punk and I went back upstairs.

"Wow," I breathe.

"Randy and Glenn," Punk says. "Who would have thought?"

"Wow."

"Randy...man, what are you thinking? I mean, if he were to bottom for any one of your muses, I can see Glenn or Mark. They look like they can handle him."

"Wow."

Punk stares at me. "You okay?"

I nod slowly.

Wade comes in and stares at us. "Is she okay?"

"Thinking," Punk replies.

Wade nods. "Have you seen Randy?"

"Nope," Punk replies.

"Okay, have you seen Mike?"

"Probably with Mark," I answer.

"They're taking a walk last time I saw them," Punk adds.

Wade nods and runs through the kitchen and out the backdoor.

We sit in silence.

"Does he know?" Punk asks.

"Wade? No," I answer.

Punk nods. "So?"

"So."

"Dude?"

"Dude."

"Dude."

I sigh, "Dude."

Punk rubs the back of his neck. "Are you mentally preparing yourself?"

"Hell yeah."

Punk shakes his head. "Everything will be okay."

"I hope so. I really do hope so."