Finally an update (YEAH!)...My trip was fantastic...not only was I a VIP for the CM Punk experience getting an autograph, photo and attending the Q&A (I knew about the new belt before the dirt sheets), but my friend and I attended a Chikara show and met Colt Cabana! If someone would have told me a year ago when I got back into wrestling that I would meet both CM Punk and Colt Cabana in the same day, I would've thought they were insane, but it happened and I'll never forget it...both guys were super nice, Punk is a class act taking his original 30 minute Q&A and turning it into a 75 minute Q&A...only down fall we almost missed Colt wrestling, but we got to the theatre just in time...

Anyway, enjoy chapter 7 and Raw tonight...Review please :)


Punk left later that week and Gabby quickly realized it wasn't as much fun living on her own as she thought it would be. She'd grown accustomed to Punk's sarcastic remarks and movie critiques, the only highlight of the week was that she had managed to land a date with Dylan.

On Saturday night, Gabby took her time curling her blond hair and picking out the perfect outfit. She hadn't been out on a date in some time and she was excited about the new prospect. It was also a plus that she was getting out of the house; it had become a prison where she spent night after night by herself desperately wishing for someone to entertain her. Just as she added some last minute accessories, the door bell rang. Gabby sighed to herself wishing there was someone at the house besides her to answer it; it wasn't much fun unless the boy had to wait. Slipping on her four inch heels, she walked down the stairs and opened the door to find Dylan on the other side.

"Wow, Gabby, you look beautiful." Gabby smiled at the compliment and noticed the carnations in his hand. When Dylan noticed her eyeing them, he stopped looking her over and met her eyes again. "Oh, ah, these are for you."

"Thank you, come on in and make yourself comfortable and I'll put these in water." Gabby took the flowers from him and Dylan closed the door as he looked around in awe.

"Gabby you have a beautiful house."

"Well thanks, but it's not mine. I'm renting a room upstairs from a friend, he's out of town a lot with his job, so I pretty much have the place to myself most of the time." After putting the flowers in a vase and setting them on the breakfast bar, Gabby returned to the living room and grabbed her clutch. "Shall we get going?"

"Sure, we've got reservations." Dylan led her outside to his car and the two headed to the restaurant.

Gabby got home just after eleven and couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. Dylan was better then she imagined. Not only was he gorgeous, but they had a lot in common and she was relieved to find out that he never watched wrestling a day in his life, so when she mentioned her brother there was no fan boy reaction. He'd asked her out to a movie Tuesday night and she'd gladly accepted while trying to keep her giddiness at bay.


Gabby came home Tuesday evening and was surprised to find that Punk was home already. She didn't really have time to chat, but she noticed from the minute she walked in the door that Punk was in the mood to converse.

"Hey how was your home alone time? Did you have any parties that I should know about?"

"No raves, I'm planning that for Wrestlemania week. It was alright, kind of boring being home alone, but I adjusted." Gabby kicked off her shoes and put her clutch on the table. She glanced at the clock and realized she only had an hour to get ready and she didn't have a clue what to wear. "Anyway, I'd love to chat more right now, but I have a date to get ready for."

"Another date huh, is it with that guy you're always swooning over?"

"His name is Dylan and yes it is with him. We had a very nice time Saturday, he brought me flowers and we had a very nice dinner."

"Oh so that's where the funeral flowers came from." Gabby rolled her eyes as she headed toward the stairs.

Gabby got straight down to business deciding to style her hair and touch up her make-up. Once the easy tasks were out of the way, she focused on her closet. After trying on five different outfits, she finally settled for skinny jeans paired with a sheer purple top that was rouched at the waist. Pulling on a pair of black stilettos, she fluffed her hair one last time and grabbed her black coach bag. Gabby walked back down to the living room and grabbed her clutch sitting down on the couch to switch purses. After a minute, she noticed Punk's eyes were on her.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Yes there's something wrong, your shirt is see through. You can't go out in that." Gabby rolled her eyes and smirked before responding.

"Oh God you sound like Adam! There's nothing wrong with my shirt, this is the style. Besides I'm wearing a cami, it's not like I'm naked." Punk let out a sigh and shook his head as Gabby continued switching bags ignoring his comment. Just as Gabby touched up her lip gloss, she heard a car horn and got up from the couch, but before she could get to the door Punk made his presence known again.

"Wait, he's not going to come in? The gentleman thing to do is to at least come to the door, beeping the horn just screams jackass!"

"He's seen the house, I'm going now and please do us both a favor and don't wait up! Good night Punk." Gabby walked out the door and Punk let out a sigh. He didn't like that Gabby had gone out. After being on the road for five days, he'd hoped that they would have the evening to catch up and chill out. Punk ran his hand through his hair and picked up his phone. He needed something to do, somewhere to go, because sitting at home just made him think of Gabby and that wasn't what he wanted. He needed a distraction and decided Amy would be the perfect one.

Gabby got home at 10:30 and was annoyed to see the living room light on. It was bad enough that he sounded like her brother at times, but she didn't need him playing dad and waiting up for her too. Using her key to unlock the front door, she was surprised to hear a female voice coming from the living room. Her original thought was to go to her room and ignore it, but something pulled her into the living room where she found Punk and Amy, Adam's ex. Amy and Gabby never saw eye to eye. Her relationship with Adam had ended his marriage with Alex, who Gabby was very close with, and despite Adam's many attempts, she never clicked with Amy. Something always told her that she shouldn't be trusted.

"Oh hey Gabby, I didn't expect you home so early. This is my friend…"

"Hi Amy, long time no see." Punk picked up on Gabby's sarcastic tone right away. He had forgotten all about Amy's relationship with Adam and clearly Gabby was not a fan.

"Gabrielle, it's so nice to see you again. I had heard you moved to Chicago, but had no idea you were the roommate that Punk's been telling me about."

"Yeah, well anyway I'm sorry for interrupting. If you'll excuse me I'm going to head to bed, another long work day tomorrow." Gabby tried her best to smile at the two, but what she really wanted to do was smack the smirk off of Amy's face. Controlling herself, she walked away heading to her room. As she was making the bed, she was surprised by a knock at the door.

"It's open." Gabby fluffed her pillow and tossed in on the bed before turning around to see Punk leaning in the doorway. "What's up? Shouldn't you be entertaining your guest?" Gabby tried to hide the annoyance in her voice, but it wasn't easy.

"Actually Amy just went home. I wanted to apologize for making you feel uncomfortable. I honestly forgot all about Amy's relationship with Adam and obviously you're not a big fan of her." Gabby let out a little laugh as she sat on the edge of her bed.

"That is the understatement of the century! I should be the one apologizing though, she's your friend and this is your house and I didn't mean to be such a bitch. When it comes to Amy and Adam's past, nothing good came of it. Their affair ruined his marriage and I was really close to his first wife, on top of that any attempt that Adam made to push Amy and I together always failed. She just always rubbed me the wrong way, but I respect that she's your friend and I'll just make myself invisible when she's here."

"Well as nice as that is of you, I don't want to put you in a situation like that. Granted I pay the bills around here, but I want you to think of this as your house too. Hell you're here more then I am, so if I can make it feel more like home, I'll do what's necessary. First step is I'll hang out with Amy outside of the house from now on."

"That's sweet, but like I said it's not necessary. I'm an adult and I'm mature enough to deal with people I don't like, so by all means have her over whenever you want."

"You're sure about that?"

"Yes Punk, I'm positive. By the way, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"I gave you my rent check almost three weeks ago and you have yet to cash it. Do you always take forever to deposit checks or something?" Punk rubbed the back of his neck.

"About that, I decided it's not necessary for you to pay rent. I mean you cook, you clean…" Punk paused as he looked around her room at the clothes strewn on the floor, "Well you clean most of the house and you buy groceries and stuff. I'd rather you save your money so that you can eventually buy your own place, or something that you really want but don't need."

"That's a very generous offer, but I can't accept it. I have to give you something."

"You are giving me something, your company. Plus you entertain me from time to time. Besides that if you try to give me money, I'll just find a way to give it right back to you, like maybe buying you nice flowers that don't look like they came from a funeral parlor." Gabby laughed at the last part. She loved flowers, but she understood the jokes Punk made about the carnation bouquet Dylan bought, they were on the low end of the flower chain.

"I like all kinds of flowers, but carnations were a little odd to me too. Anyway I need to get some sleep, but I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow night."

"Nope I'm free tomorrow night."

"Okay stay that way. I'll make dinner and we can hang out, watch a movie or two."

"Sounds like a plan to me and I'll be looking forward to it." Gabby smiled and Punk couldn't help but return the sentiment, he noticed more and more every time he saw her smile just how beautiful she was.

"Good night Punk."

"Good night Gabby." Punk closed the door and wandered over to his own room collapsing on the bed. There was something about Gabby that he couldn't resist. He'd even found himself thinking about her while he was away and no matter what he did, the thoughts wouldn't stop. Punk had figured it was the untouchable factor because she was off limits not just because of her brother, but she was a young, beautiful girl that could get any guy she wanted. Wanting to clear his head, Punk made himself comfortable and settled in with his new Brubaker graphic novel. Brubaker's books always made him forget everything else and he hoped it would work tonight.