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Sunday, 6th November

"Have you spoken to him?"

Emma stabbed her salad with her fork, ignoring Maryse's questions. The two were out for lunch while their respective partners were in Europe touring with the WWE. It had been a week since Emma had spoken to Punk that night on Smackdown. She'd kept her phone off and only turned it on if she needed to call Maryse or anyone else. Everytime she did turn on the phone, some text messages from Punk would show up, and she grew weak just reading them.

"Emmy.."

"No, I haven't Maryse."

Maryse sighed, taking a sip from her iced tea, "Emma, he's sorry. But you know how stubborn he is."

Emma snorted, "I noticed." She took a bite from her salad, "Look, I'll say it again. I didn't care that he went. I didn't care that he didn't tell me. Honestly, I don't need to know everything he's doing, but he lied to me when I asked him what he did. If he'd been straight up about it, I wouldn't have been upset."

The blonde Diva bit her lip. She knew Punk, and she knew the situations he'd previously been in with girlfriends needing to know exactly where and when and with who. "Emma, did you really care when your agent told you?"

Emma paused. Her agent had called her when she had arrived in the city for the Smackdown taping. She couldn't deny that she didn't hear the thrill in her agent's voice as she told her what she had found out. Luckily, her agent had half a mind to not piss her off again, and told her she'd covered it all up, before it got out to the press. The actress sighed, running a hand through her long dark hair, "I think I did."

Maryse pinched the bridge of her nose, the frustration evident on her face, "Cheri, you're my friend, non? But Philip has been my friend for years, and I don't want to see him hurt. Sure he does stupid things, but if you're going to be worrying 24/7 about if it will get out in the press, then stop what it is you two have. It is not fair on either of you. He's not going to change, and neither are you."

Tears sprung to Emma's eyes, "Maryse.."

Maryse's heart broke, watching Emma struggle to keep the tears at bay. She shouldn't have snapped, but they were both her friends and the honest truth needed to be hurt, "I'm sorry, Emmy. I didn't mean to be so forward. Look, Phil was wrong for lying. He shouldn't have. But he didn't know how you'd react, and based on his past girlfriends, he thought you'd react the same." She eyed the phone beside Emma's plate, "Don't call him just yet. Just have a think about everything." She leaned forward, resting her hand on her friend's hand, "You're going to be fine, ma cheri. Just take a few days to think everything over."

Emma nodded, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin. She gave the blonde Diva a watery smile, "I'm just going to the bathroom to make myself presentable. Don't want people thinking you're breaking up with me."

The blonde former Diva smiled, watching as Emma disappeared to the bathroom. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she leaned over, and grabbed Emma's phone. She quickly found her inbox, and saw the multiple messages that Punk had sent her. Maryse's heart clenched. She didn't think after such a short time, that Punk could feel as strongly for this girl as she thought. But reading the messages showed he really did care. The last one made her sigh sadly, 'Baby, I'm sorry. I miss you. I wish you were here.'

Tuesday, 8th November

"Hey ladies, I'm heading to the gym, coming?"

Phil Brooks had seen many strange things in his life, but none stranger than the gang of men in John Cena's hotel room gathered around the television. He raised an eyebrow, dropping his gym bag to the floor. He could hear the voice on the television and chuckled to himself, "Well I was right in calling you ladies. What the hell are you watching the Ellen show for?" As he stepped around to see what had their attentions, his face dropped. There on screen was Emma Stevens being interviewed by Ellen Degeneres.

John Cena reached out an arm, grabbing the Straight-Edge Superstar and holding him in his spot, "We are watching. Then gym."

"I really don't think I want to watch-"

"Sit down." The former champion pulled on Punk's sleeve, making him sit down on the edge of the bed next to John.

Punk eyed the men sitting on the bed, "Our girlfriends and wives should be worried."

Randy leant over and smacked him upside the head, "Shut up."

"So how are you adjusting to life here in America?"

Emma smiled at the host of the daytime talk show, "It's hard. So much different from Australia, but I'm getting used to it. It's pretty hard not having my family here, but I've met people through the movie and stuff, so it's been getting a bit easier."

Ellen grinned, a cheeky look in her eyes, "Well we've noticed that you seem to have met someone while you're here.."

Emma laughed, a pink hue staining her cheeks, "Mmm, I have met lots of people."

Ellen winked at her, pointing to her television that sat between the two, "We're talking about this person."

Emma couldn't hide the smile that graced her face when she saw the photo that popped up on the screen. It was taken when she had surprised Punk at Texas Airport, and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on the surprised Superstar's face. As the photo went off the screen, she laughed at Ellen's proud smile, "Yes, that's CM Punk."

"So what's it like dating a wrestler? Does he take you to the shows?"

Emma grinned, remembering the stern talking to she got after meeting Randy Orton, and about how to greet Superstars so as not to embarrass Punk. He'd said it with the worst stern look on his face, and Emma had dissolved into giggles straight after it, "I've been to two, but I embarrassed him quite a bit when I met some of the Superstars so I think I'm banned."

Ellen laughed, "Well you guys, I imagine, are frequent flyers with him travelling for the WWE and you travelling for work -"

"The people at LAX are actually sick of us now, we are there that much."

"Is it tiring travelling back and forth? I hate planes as it is, I can't imagine anyone willingly going on them a few times a week."

Emma shrugged, her lips twitching into a smile, "If its worth it, you're going to do it."

"Has he taught you any wrestling moves?"

Emma smirked, pushing her tongue into her cheek, and winking at Ellen, "You could say that."

While the audience burst into laughter, Ellen Degeneres grinned at her guest, shaking her head laughing, "Wow, ok! Saving Amy comes out on DVD in two weeks time. I recommend you go buy it, because it is an amazing movie and it stars the beautiful girl right here, Emma Stevens! We'll be right back."

CM Punk jumped off the bed, grabbing his phone from his pocket and raced into the hotel corridor. Emma's phone had to be on now as she went backstage. She would be checking her messages like she always did. As he dialed the number, a hand reached out and snatched his phone from his hand, replacing it with another. Punk raised an eyebrow at John Cena, who pocketed his phone, "She's not going to answer your calls, Punk. She hasn't in a week."

Punk nodded, quickly dialling the number and pressing call. The dial tone rang out for a few seconds before he heard Emma pick up.

"Hey Cena, what's up?"

Punk's heart dropped instantly. He didn't know what to say. He was snapped from his thoughts when John slapped him on the chest, "Ow!" He glared at his friend, "Hey, Emmy."

Emma Stevens knew that gruff voice a mile away, "Punk.."

"Don't hang up!" She didn't say anything, and Punk couldn't hear the phone hang up, so he decided to continue speaking anyway, "Emmy, please, I'm so goddamn sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I didn't mean to lie." He paused again, realising she hadn't hung up, "I was just so scared you'd get upset like the other girls have gotten and we'd have this massive fight, and I barely see you as it is and I didn't want to ruin our time together." His hand reached up to tug his messed up hair, "I guess we fought anyway. Look baby, I'm so sorry. If I could come home right now, I would. I just hope you're going to be that girl jumping on my couch when I walk through the door." He swallowed, trying to keep himself in check, "I miss you so much Emmy. I'm so sorry, Princess."

John Cena had never seen his friend this vulnerable, and to be honest, it scared him a little. He watched as Punk hung up the phone with a defeated look on his face. Stepping forward, he patted his friend on the back, "Want to go destroy a punching bag?"

Emma stared at her phone, hot tears brimming her eyes. In the short amount of time she had known the wrestler, never had she heard him like that. It broke her heart, and she knew that he was so sorry for what he had done. She bit her lip, staring at the phone. Sighing, she turned it off and placed it back in her bag.

She had a lot to think about.

Saturday, 12th November

"I never want to go to France again."

"Snobby French people."

"I don't know how you put up with Maryse."

"She's French-Canadian."

"I can't decide what's worse."

Mike Mizanin rolled his eyes at his best friend, as they made their way through LAX Airport. It was the disembarkment point for all the wrestlers after the European tour. It had been the most craziest two weeks ever, and many of them were tired and sore. With the hours of travelling between countries, most of them were lacking a lot of sleep. And in CM Punk's case, more sleep was lost over the fact he hadn't spoken to Emma in over a week since that phone call. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on. Countless phone calls had been made to her but her phone was off. He'd received an abusive phone call from Maryse, who'd heard about the fight from Samantha. Randy and John had both slapped him upside the head after Emma left the Smackdown locker room that fateful night, two weeks prior. He'd also received a slap upside the head from Paul Levesque, as he decided the time to apologise to his girlfriend was after a match on Monday Night Raw. He had yelled "I'm sorry, Princess" into the camera, and winked. While Stephanie thought it was cute, Paul had slapped him twice. One from him and one on behalf of Vince. Luckily the show was delayed and it was edited out. He wished it wasn't. Since he'd made that phone call, he'd been worried that she didn't believe his sincerity. He had thought of a million and one ways to make it up to her. But he was so scared she wasn't going to have any of it. The group of wrestlers made their way out into the general area of the airport. It was 2am, and the airport was deserted. Punk couldn't think of anything worse than a mob of screaming fans. Mike had invited him to stay with him and Maryse for the night, as Punk's flight didn't leave till the next day.

"I need a goddamn Pepsi, you want anything?"

Mike shook his head, "I'll mind the bags. Maryse should be here soon to pick us up."

Phil shrugged, making his way over to the vending machine. After purchasing his drink, he headed back to Mike, his head down checking the messages on his phone. His head snapped up though when he heard a voice.

"Jesus Christ, Paris Hilton, what the hell did you pack in here?"

His eyes spotted Emma, clad in black tights, ugg boots, and his Rancid jumper, attempting to lift his bag. Mike was hugging Maryse, laughing as the Australian almost toppled over the bag. Grinning, Punk made his way to her. He stopped right before her, unsure of how to greet her. His grin widened when she almost barrelled him over as she jumped onto him. She clutched onto his neck laughing, her face buried in the side of his neck while he spun her around. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and leant back to smile at him, "Hey baby." She whispered.

Phil pressed his lips to her, mumbling against them, "I'm so sorry."

Emma smiled, leaning away from his face, "I saw." At Punk's confused look, she smirked, "I got a cute email from Paul, saying 'Look what your butthead of a boyfriend did.'" She kissed him again, quickly. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Princess... I'm sorry-"

Emma placed a finger over his lips, "We'll talk about it when we get home, okay?"

Maryse had insisted that they stay with them for the night, as Punk's flight was early the next morning, and Maryse and Mike shared an apartment close to the airport. Phil was beyond exhausted. He laid in bed waiting for Emma to join him. He could hear her from the spare room, as she chatted briefly to Maryse while they cleaned up the kitchen from their late night snack they had prepared their respective boyfriends. A small smile crossed his face, when he spotted her make her way into the spare bedroom. His smile turned to a frown when she disappeared into the bathroom. As he buried his head into his pillow groaning, he heard her laughter float through the bathroom door. Moments later, he felt the bed shift under a new weight, and Punk lifted his head to find Emma making herself comfortable under the blankets.

There was a moment's silence before,

"I'm sorry."

Emma offered a small smile, moving closer to her boyfriend. She reached out a hand to trace lines around the bags under his eyes, "Me too."

His brow furrowed, "Why are you sorry?"

With a sigh, she answered, "I didn't care what other people thought of you. But for a split second when my agent called me, I actually did care. And I'm sorry that I over-reacted like that. You didn't deserve it."

Punk sighed, reaching a hand forward to grip the side of her hip, "You didn't deserve being lied to." He tightened his hold, pulling her against him, "With previous girlfriends, they always seemed to care about where I went and with who. And I didn't want to be hassled. I should've given you the benefit of the doubt that you were a better person than I thought you to be."

"Phil, you can do whatever you want. I honestly don't need to know your every move. I trust you."

"I trust you too."

Her fingers were tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, "Did you miss me?"

"Fuck, yes."

Emma snorted, "You're so romantic."

Punk ignored her, pressing his lips firmly to hers. "Two weeks without my woman." He mumbled in between kisses, "No one to help my injuries."

She rolled her brown eyes, sliding her other arm around her boyfriend's neck, while she continued to kiss him. "I missed you too, Punk." Her mouth let out a squeak as she felt Punk's hand slide down her thigh, hitching it around his waist. "Punk.." She warned, biting back a moan. His hands pressed against her bum, bringing her closer to him. Emma let out a small groan when she felt him against her, "Jesus, you did miss me."

"You got that fucking right," growled Punk. His fingers hooked into the side of her undies, and he pulled them down, smirking.

"Welcome home, baby."

A/N: Review, review and review! And never fear, The Summer That Was will be updated soon :)