Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars in this story, only the OC Characters and my story idea.

A/N: Sorry about the delay! Had a bit of a writer's block, then went away and then got sidetracked on The Summer That Was! My bad. Hope you enjoy this latest installment :)

Monday, 24th October

John Cena did not giggle.

And neither did the Miz.

However, as CM Punk growled at the magazine in his hand, the two former WWE Champions were besides themselves with glee. The Straight-Edge Superstar narrowed his eyes at his friends, before turning his attention back to the magazine. A snort resounded through the locker room before Mike Mizanin burst into another fit of giggles, prompting John Cena to do the same. CM Punk rolled his eyes, throwing the magazine at their heads. Mike struggled to catch his breath, a shit eating grin on his face, as he caught the magazine. He snorted again, holding up the magazine proudly, pointing at the cover story, "I think I'm actually going to die. CM Punk, the Straight-Edge Superstar, who prides himself on being the complete opposite of mainstream, is now on the cover of US Weekly-"

"Kissing!"

Mike grinned at John's outburst, before continuing, "Yes, Cena. Kissing a Hollywood actress!" He flicked the magazine open to the page covering the story, "Exclusive pictures of Emma Stevens and her new boyfriend, CM Punk, while they shop in Los Angeles." The Awesome one held the magazine up proudly to show off the photo of Punk with his arm around Emma, browsing a supermarket aisle. "I'm actually going to throw up, it's that cute."

The door burst open, startling the three wrestlers, and a loud voice boomed through the locker room, "BROOKS!"

CM Punk buried his head in his hands as Randy Orton swung a magazine in his arms, "Randall."

The Viper smirked, an evil glint on his face, "So I read something interesting about you.."

"It worries me that you, a grown man, bought that magazine."

Randy pouted, "I made Samantha go into the gas station on the way here. No way was I buying this shit." His eyes widened before he turned his attention to Miz and John, "Check OK Magazine too. They have another article on them."

Punk looked heavenward, "Don't you three have something better to do?"

Randy slid onto the bench beside his friend, and looked thoughtful for a second, "No." He waved the magazine in Punk's face, "You actually look less grumpy in these photos."

"See I told you, he was less grumpy!"

CM Punk watched amused as his friends discussed his current state of mind. He had to agree with them. He was a hell of a lot less grumpy than he was before. While Randy was distracted with Mike and John, Punk plucked the magazine from Randy's hands, flicking to the page that he featured on. He tried not to let the side of his mouth quirk into a smile as he looked at the photos of him and Emma out shopping in LA. It had been during the week when his friends had met Emma. He'd stayed the five days with Emma and had the best time. He'd missed her while they were out filming in Mexico, and was so relieved to see her come flying through the gates at the airport in Texas, throwing herself into his arms. She'd arrived earlier with Maryse, so they could watch Vengeance together. His head snapped up when the door swung open, and a smile spread across his face, when Emma came rushing through, giggling and pulling Maryse with her. He raised an eyebrow amused. The two of them were supposed to be in the hotel, watching Raw live on the television.

"Bonjour, my love," cooed Maryse as she leaned down to kiss Mike firmly on the lips, "Surprise, non?"

Punk reached his hand out for Emma, pulling her into his lap and kissing her on the cheek, "How did you get past security?"

Emma giggled, "I promised your head of security my bra." At Punk's raised eyebrows, she grinned, "Relax, we saw Triple H, what a babe by the way, and he let Maurice over here bring me in." She turned her head, realising Randy was sitting next to Punk and she gawped, "Oh my god."

Randy smirked, stretching out a hand, "Randy Orton."

"I think I just came."

Punk snorted, burying his head into Emma's shoulder, laughing hard. His girlfriend lacked the filter between her brain and mouth, and right now, she was still gaping at Randy, as he kissed her outstretched hand.

"I'm never washing this hand again," whispered Emma, cradling it to her chest.

John Cena looked amused from his seat opposite them, "Fan?"

Emma looked appalled that John even had to ask the question, "It's a shame he's married. We could've had something." At that, Punk tightened his grip around her, and she eyed him amused. Kissing him quickly, she grinned, "I'll behave, sorry."

"Speaking of wife-"

"I'm so glad you remembered her, Randall."

Randy blushed, "She's lurking about here somewhere if you ladies want to find her." He stood up from the bench, snatching his magazine from Punk, "I'll be taking this, and I need to get ready for my match. Smackdown tomorrow, Punk?" At Punk's nod, he smirked, "Excellent. See you guys later."

John rolled his eyes at the two couples, "While I love that you've decided to join the circus here, Emma, could you NOT do that while I'm sitting here?"

Emma grinned, removing her face from Punk's, "Sorry, Johnny."

The older man nodded, "Stalking Punk on the road now?"

The actress laughed, "Maybe. I won't be at the Atlanta Raw next week, so don't be too disappointed." She jumped up and grabbed Maryse's hand, "We are going to find something to eat. See you kids later."

The girls left the room, leaving the three wrestlers alone. John shot a glance at Mike, who nodded at him. CM Punk knew those looks, and it never ended well. "What?" He groaned.

Mike shrugged, "Not a lot to do in Atlanta."

"Our flights are scheduled a day early. I think we should have a mans night."

"Unless someone already has plans."

"I thought there wasn't a lot to do in Atlanta?" asked Punk.

"Except slutty redheads."

Punk growled, "Orton is a dead man."

"Really, Punk, really?" exclaimed Mike, "You got the best thing going for you, and you fuck it up by agreeing to be on that rat's radioshow. What the hell is the matter with you?"

Punk folded his arms across his chest, "She's my friend."

"Who wants to get in your pants now that you're splashed across the front page of all these magazines!" John rubbed a hand over his head, "You don't think she lives for this scandal?" He paused, realisation dawning on him, "You're not going to tell her, are you?"

Mike shook his head, "You are a moron."

The controversial Superstar sighed, "I don't have to tell her my every movements-"

"Maryse would chop my balls off if I went to go see an exgirlfriend."

"Maryse has your balls already, Mizdick."

Mike shook his head again, his jaw clenched, "Don't ruin it, Punk. We actually like this one." He grabbed his water bottle and stormed out of the locker room.

John sighed, "Punk, look. Do what you want, but at the end of the day, you're risking this." He threw the magazine at Punk. The older man left the room, and Punk grabbed the magazine, his eyes wandering over the photos of him and Emma. He knew she wasn't the type of girl to get jealous, but he was unsure if maybe this was going to tip her over the edge.

Friday, 28th October

Emma Stevens watched as her boyfriend paced nervously back and forth through her apartment bedroom. He'd come to LA for a few days before they were due to fly to New York that weekend. Emma had some magazine interviews and Heidi Klum's party, while Punk had media activities to complete in the Big Apple. She bit her lip nervously, while Punk talked quietly on the phone to Maryse. They had been enjoying a pleasant breakfast in bed together, before they received the phonecall from one hysterical Diva. Ex-Diva, now. Mike had just found out that morning that Maryse was being released, and he had taken off in a rage, unhappy that she had kept this information from him. Emma had tried to calm Maryse down, but she knew that Punk had been a friend to her for many years, and quickly got him on the phone to the blonde woman. A cool breeze blew through the window and she curled up further under the covers of her bed, not taking her eyes off her boyfriend who was pacing shirtless. She couldn't imagine what Maryse and Miz were going through right now. With a sigh, Punk hung up the phone, throwing it on a dresser and ran a hand over his tousled hair. He eyed his girlfriend in her bed, and climbed in, curling up next to her.

"Is she ok?"

Phil sighed. Maryse had been hysterical throughout their phonecall, and her sobs were only calming down towards the end. Luckily, he knew Mike. The guy couldn't stay mad at Maryse, and it wasn't her fault she got fired in the first place. Mike had eventually returned to the apartment, prompting Maryse to end the phonecall with her friend. "She'll be fine. Mike came home." He pulled her close to him, burying his head in her neck.

Emma noticed the change in behaviour, and furrowed her brow, "Punk, you ok?"

"Yeah."

She let out a small laugh at the muffled reply, "Punk.."

Punk lifted his head up, shooting her a grin, "Just hugging my woman."

"Your woman has a name."

"Mine."

She rolled her eyes, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, "Pig."

He chuckled, pulling her back to him, and rolled on top of her with a smirk. Leaning forward, he grabbed a quick kiss before leaning back to look at her. At her quizzical glance, he sighed, "Maryse kind of freaked out Mike would leave her."

"Because she lost her job?"

"Because he tours around the world and she won't be there."

Emma frowned as Punk tightened his grip around her. He knew what he was getting at, "Well, if Mike really loves her, he wouldn't do that to her."

Punk nodded against her, "He'd stay with her, even if they were miles apart."

Emma bit her lip, wondering whether this conversation was really about Miz and Maryse. "Punk.."

He shook his head, leaning up to kiss her, "Miles apart, Princess. I'll still have you."

"Me too."

Sunday, 30th October

Emma bit back a laugh, leaning against the doorframe of Punk's hotel bathroom. The duo were staying in New York for the weekend while Emma did interviews and Punk completed media appearances for the WWE. A giggle escaped from her pink lips and her eyes danced in amusement as her boyfriend stripped off his shoes and placed them in the sink. He was beyond soaking wet. She had warned him that the forecast had predicted a blizzard, but being as stubborn as Phil was, he had ignored her warnings and gone for a run. Barely half an hour later, and Emma found herself face to face with a dripping wet Superstar, and the grumpy look on his face had sent her into a fit of laughter.

"I told you so," sung Emma, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

If looks could kill, Emma would be more than six feet under. The murderous look on Punk's face only made the smile on her face grow. He growled, stripping off his top and shorts. His teeth started to chatter, and the gleeful look on Emma's face turned to one of concern and she stepped forward, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his body, hugging him tightly.

"You know what's a quick way to get body heat? By getting naked."

Emma rolled her eyes, all concern disappearing from her face, while Phil's eyebrows wriggled suggestively at her. She tried to pull away from him, but she quickly found herself with a face full of chest. Giggling, she kissed his tattoo-covered chest, while he wrapped her in the towel as well. "I'm going to miss you."

He grinned into her hair, "I'm going to miss you too, Princess." Instead of joining him in Atlanta for Monday Night Raw, Emma was staying in New York to attend Heidi Klum's Halloween Party. It had been her agent's latest ploy in getting her away from Punk. He eyed the robe that she was wearing, "Are you having a shower?"

A deep red blush grew on the cheeks of Emma, and she ducked her head in embarrassment, "I thought you were going to be longer on your run, so I kind of.. What are you.. PUNK!"

Punk had whipped the tie off of her robe, and his eyes widened. He rubbed a hand over his face, and groaned, "Oh my fucking god."

The blush on Emma's cheeks only deepened, as she struggled to cover herself up with the robe. She had assumed that he would be out on a longer run than anticipated, and decided that she should try on her costume for the party. Unfortunately, as he had come barrelling through the door not long after he left, Emma was left with no choice by t throw on a robe to cover up. Her dark eyes met Punk's hazel ones as he stared at her, while she tried to pull the tie together, her hands shaking in embarrassment. Her outfit was Adam and Eve themed. Her and Zac were planning to go as the two biblical characters together. Her outfit was just a bra covered in vine leaves, and a small skirt of leaves, leaving little to the imagination. She didn't know what he would be thinking of her going out like this. She knew that his Straight-Edge lifestyle was a bit hesitant on the sexually promiscuous, and she was worried he was going to hate the outfit. Ducking her head, she moved out of his reach and quickly made a beeline for the bedroom and her suitcase. His heavier footsteps could be heard right behind her, as she grabbed some clothes from her suitcase, her face flushing more in embarrassment. Squealing, Emma felt an arm grip her own arm and spin her around.

"I think you might be some sort of fucking angel," Punk, silencing her attempted response with a bruising kiss, as he pulled her into his arms. Emma melted into him, and Punk smirked against her lips, pulling the robe apart again.

"Do you like it?" She whispered, shyly.

"I'm skipping Raw for this outfit."

Snorting, Emma dumped the robe to the floor and threw her arms around his neck, "I'll keep it for another time."

Humming in agreement, Phil went to work making a trail of kisses along her neck, his fingers disappearing briefly under her leafy skirt. His girl was going to drive him crazy when she started jetting off around the country again, and he only wished she could come to Europe with him, because god help him, he was going to miss this.

Tuesday, 1st November

"Why, hello there, pretty lady."

"Seriously, Randall. I met you a week ago, you haven't even properly asked me out yet." Randy Orton pouted, and Emma rolled her eyes, rising on her tiptoes to kiss the former champion on the cheek, "Miss me?" She made her way into the locker room of the arena where Smackdown was being taped. They were in Greenville, South Carolina for the taping, and Emma had agreed with Punk to meet him there before they both flew to Chicago. Except Emma wasn't even sure if she was going to make it to Chicago. She had been made aware of her boyfriend's appearance on Amy Duma's radio show on the Sunday prior. Emma wasn't the jealous type, but considering what she had heard about the former women's champion, she was relatively upset that Punk hadn't even told her he was going. She didn't mind that he went, she just couldn't understand why he didn't tell her. She spotted Samantha sitting on the couch with Alanna and spun around to narrow her eyes at Randy, "Your wife is here!"

Randy grinned, and Emma smacked his shoulder, before making her way over to his wife giving her a hug, "It's about time she knew about us!"

Samantha Orton raised a slim eyebrow at her husband, "Well in that case, I should tell you about John." She chuckled at the pout on her husband's face, before turning to Emma, "He's going to be in a street fight tonight. I need all the support I can get."

Emma smiled, grabbing Alanna in a hug, "You pick the worst nights to come!" Since the flight was short from St. Louis to Greenville, Sam had decided to surprise Randy with a visit from her and Alanna, before they all headed back home together for a day. The European tour was leaving on Thursday, and she wanted Alanna to spend as much time with Randy as possible. As the two women sat on the couch, chatting, the door swung open to reveal John Cena and CM Punk dressed in street clothes.

"We come bearing gifts!"

"UNCLE JOHN!" The excited squeal of Alanna rang out through the locker room, as the three year old darted for her favourite uncle, throwing herself into his arms.

Phil looked amused at the toddler currently in John's arms, "Well, hello to you too Alanna."

The toddler smiled shyly, "Hi Punk." She buried her head in John's neck, a blush staining her cheeks.

Randy snorted, "You just have a way with women, Punk."

Phil smirked, making his way over to the couch to kiss Samantha on the cheek. His smirk changed to a grin when he turned to Emma, leaning forward
to peck her lips, "Princess."

"Hey Punk," dismissed Emma, before turning back to her conversation with Samantha. Phil furrowed his eyebrows at his girlfriend. Well that was wierd, he thought. Shrugging, he took a seat on the bench next to Randy as the Viper continued to warm up.

Samantha even noticed what had happened and looked at her friend curiously, as she continued to talk. Ignoring it for a while, the two continued on their conversation before they turned to include the boys, asking them about Raw the previous night.

"So how was Atlanta?" asked Sam.

"Same as last time," replied John, "Boring as hell. It sucked spending Sunday there as well. We barely had any training to do because we weren't wrestling that much on the show."

"I've never been to Atlanta. Anything interesting there to do?"

That's when John realised it. The sly question and the look on Emma's face said it all. She knew what had happened, and by the looks of it, she hadn't heard it from Punk. He sent a panicked look at Randy, who looked just as panicked. Phil on the other hand was looking curiously at his girlfriend.

"Nothing really. Hotel was about as interesting as it got."

John scrunched his eyes tight at Phil's answer. Oh good fucking lord this wasn't going to be pretty, he thought. He reopened them to see Emma pushing her tongue into her cheek, and smirking at Phil. He cast a glance at Samantha, who was starting to put two and two together.

Emma smirked at her boyfriend, "Oh god, you guys didn't have another of your lame video game nights did you?"

A hint of panic flashed across Phil's eyes, but he recovered, smiling at his girlfriend, "Yeah, Xbox all night. Kicked Randall's ass."

"Your Xbox is at my house."

A pin could've dropped in the room, and everyone would've heard it. Emma stood up, running a hand through her long dark hair. She eyed Punk disappointed. She didn't think he'd lie to her. She didn't want him to lie to her. Phil looked upset. Closing his eyes briefly, he stood up to face Emma, "Emmy.." He reached out for her arm.

"I'm going to get some water."

Brushing past her boyfriend, she stormed out of the locker room. Phil watched her go, before turning to his friends. John stood up, after handing Alanna back to Sam. "You didn't tell her?"

Phil ran a hand through his hair, "I don't have to tell my girlfriend my every movements."

"No, but you have to tell her when you're going to see your exgirlfriend and its broadcasted over the radio," snapped Samantha. She narrowed her eyes at Punk, "Did you honestly think she wouldn't find out? She doesn't care that you went to see Amy. She cares that you didn't tell her, and now you lied to her Punk! What she supposed to think?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" growled CM Punk as he paced the locker room. Emma had been gone for almost the entire show. John looked up from the television monitor and raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"How about you stop lying to the poor kid?"

Punk glared at him, "As if you would've told Liz, "Oh hey babe remember my ex girlfriend.. she has a radio show and I'm going to be on it for a few hours."

John rolled his eyes, standing up to step closer to the Straight-Edge Superstar, "She wouldn't have cared Punk. You've seen her. She's not the jealous type. But she does care about you lying to her."

The door slammed open, and Emma stepped inside, clutching a water bottle. Smackdown was almost over, and she'd been pacing around the arena for hours. Phil looked at her red, raw eyes and felt immediately shit inside. He didn't mean to make her cry. "Emma," He tried, quietly.

Emma blinked at him before stepping around him to grab her handbag off the couch. She spun around to find Punk standing right there, "What?" she croaked, "Please just leave me alone Phil."

He refused to let her step around him, and he grabbed her shoulders, "Emma, look at me!"

She pushed him off her, narrowing her eyes at him, "What do you want, Phil?"

"I want to apologise-"

"For what, Phil!" yelled Emma, her eyes brimming with tears again, "I don't care that you went to see her in Atlanta. I don't care that you were on her show. I don't care! Do whatever the hell you want, just don't lie to me Punk!" She paused, glaring angrily at him, "Do you take me for some kind of idiot, Punk?"

"No, baby, please-"

"Anything else you've lied about that I need to know?"

And that's when it dawned on Punk. He clenched his jaw, "How did you find out?"

"What does it matter?"

"How did you find out, Emma?"

Emma paused, "My agent."

Punk's lips twitched into a smirk, "Your agent. Keeping tabs on me?" He watched as Emma's face fell, "And what did you do after that Emma, huh? Some damage control? Because your not so perfect boyfriend decided to go and do whatever the hell he wanted."

"I don't care what you do!"

"Yes you do! You're upset more that it could've gotten out all over the magazines and internet!"

Emma clenched her jaw, "I don't care if its all over the web! I don't care what you do, just don't lie to me, Punk."

"You may not care what I do, but you sure as fucking hell care what they think about what I do!" yelled Phil, his arms gesturing wildly.

A cry broke out in the room, and they all spun around to see Alanna bawling her eyes out. Samantha rushed forward to pick her up, cradling the small girl in her arms. Sam shook her head at the two of them, moving to leave the room.

Phil's face softened momentarily, scuffing his foot on the ground, "We can't walk on eggshells, Emma. I'm sorry I lied, but I didn't think I had to tell you my every movements so you could okay it with your agent."

A tear fell down Emma's cheek, "Have fun in Europe, Brooks." Her whisper was barely heard by Randy and John. She turned to them, waving slightly before leaving the room.

John sighed, "Punk.."

The Straight-Edge Superstar fell onto the bench, burying his face into his hands. "Not now, John."

A/N: Review please :)