Another great show had just wrapped up, but was not so much fun of a night for me at all. I was not jovial – to say the least. I was mentally floating through the women's locker room. Not because of the botch that Layla and I had made earlier during our match. It wasn't even because of the bump I took. My mind wasn't even in the match entirely. I hated that it went that way.

I was just there, my thoughts fleeting as I sat on the floor with my legs spread apart, my back against the wall. I practically looked like Vince McMahon had just suspended me for six months, when in actuality, I was just dwelling a little too much on the stinging cut that Jon had once again given me, right when I figured that he didn't remember anything last night. My surroundings seemed bleak at the time. I slowly juggled the water bottle in my hand.

A knock on the door startled me just a little bit, enough to make me snap back into reality. I didn't answer. I was still too dazed to respond, but I was aware of my surroundings.

The door opened anyway and Punk's head poked in.

I looked to meet his eyes, which were glimmering with both exhaustion and excitement. He'd just had another five-star main event match tonight.

"Hey," I said lazily.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Punk asked. Even without my consent, he'd stepped through the door and into the room anyway.

"No bruise, I see," I frostily commented on the side of his waist, which I'd pinched earlier.

"No bruise YET." He ruffled my hair into different places before Indian-sitting in front of me. I knitted my brows at this gesture of his, and this was actually the first real emotion my face had displayed in the last two and a half hours.

"What is it?" I fixed my hair into place, my eyes not meeting his gaze. Again, I was not realizing how taciturnly unkind I was acting at this point.

There was no immediate reply from him. After a few seconds, I looked at him, baffled, waiting for him to say something. His face looked just as baffled as mine. Then he bit his lower lip, his eyes poring over me. Then, very slowly, a grin grew across his face like he just had an idea.

"You're on your period!" Punk shouted, holding one finger up. Jack-butt. I eyed him evilly. "Is that it? Is that why you're like that?" he asked, the grin still very noticeable.

"Is that why I'm like what?" I narrowed my eyes. My voice sounded tired and annoyed.

"You're obviously in a mood tonight." He narrowed his eyes, too.

Me? In a mood? Am I? Even I couldn't tell. Or maybe I really was in a mood, I just probably didn't know how to admit to that.

I tried hard to keep a stoic expression. "Ofcourse not," I protested lightly. "I'm not on my period, either."

"You seem like it. Why are you all grumpy?"

"Dude, I'm not. All right? I'm just tired." Okay, I guess you can consider that a lie.

"Oh come on, Jill!" Punk palmed his sweaty face. "I am Mr. Lie Detector; you can't hide anything from me so stop trying too hard, you'll only exhaust yourself."

Now just how do you convince CM Punk? Flyin' freak.

I focused my gaze on the floor. "Punk I'm just really tired." My replies were being so senseless now.

"Oh sure." Sarcasm in his voice was loud. He snatched the water bottle from my hand. I was passive and indifferent. "All I wanted to tell you was that you should smile tonight!" He took a long swig from my bottle.

His words caught my attention, but I wouldn't let it show. I decided to remain reticent to make myself look more tired, uninterested, and just deadpan.

"Seriously," he continued after drinking my water, "why let something affect you so bad? Why let it affect a match? You were so off out there! And now you're even letting it affect how you act around your friends? You're giving me this aloofness and I have to say I am hurt, Jilley." He faked a tearful expression, tugging his upper lip in his lower lip like he was a crybaby.

All right, that was funny. Classic Punk and all, but…

Huh? What the heck was that? What the flying freak did just CM Punk blabber about? Affect what? Something affected me so bad tonight? I was off out there during my botchamania moment? I was being aloof? I was letting it affect how I act around people? WHAT?!

Cut it out, Jill.

I sometimes wanted my doppelganger to appear out of nowhere and have it punch me in the face until I learned to acknowledge my wrong actions. Punk was right. I was letting it make myself look and act like crap. Even I couldn't begin to explain why I was so darn miffed by the fact that Jon simply did not remember our conversation last night.

Despite having this little epiphany amidst my conversation with Punk, I decided to stay a bit uncaring.

"Oh shut up." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. When I opened them back, Punk was shaking his head.

"Hardheaded little kid." He flashed an apologetic smile. "You're very lucky you're friends with people like me, Cody, and Bryan. We can tolerate you." He cupped my face, squeezing my cheeks before getting to his feet. I nonchalantly looked up at him.

"I'm gonna go now," he said as he offhandedly walked toward the door. "Don't forget your glass of fresh milk and vitamins before going to bed all right, little girl? I'll tell Bryan to tell you a really good story, too." Sarcasm was overpowering in his tone. Vintage Punk was vintage Punk.

"I love you, too," was my only reply, still in that steady, unfriendly voice.

"Oh, and Jill?" He whirled around quickly to look at me. I stared at him.

"Trust me when I tell you," his voice was sharp, "he remembers." Punk winked at me.

The strong foundations of my fake indifference all collapsed right then and there, and I was suddenly all eyes and ears on Punk.

What in the world? He? Who in the – What the fudge? And I knew for a fact that when Punk shot you that sparkling wink of his, things were about to get extraordinary. What did Punk know about? Or how was he sure of that? He remembered? Really? I hoped Punk wasn't just toying or whatevs, ya know?

With just a few words, Punk was so victorious in establishing a royal rumble among my thoughts, that it made my heart pound and my blood pump so loud in my veins. I was going nuts and desperately wanted to get Punk to explain certain things to me at this point.

My face contorted into an extremely perplexed expression. "What? What do you – "

"Trust me." He cut me off and smiled coolly.

"Punk, what are you – "

"Pipe bomb." His smile was mocking, cocky, and confident. He disappeared through the door and I just realized how Punk totally owned me. Why couldn't he just tell me?

I let out an unsatisfied sigh.

I was in the bathroom washing my face and brushing my teeth all at once. The stream of water from the faucet was relentless. I had a poor habit of not turning it off until I got done washing my face and brushing my teeth. Amidst my regimen, I could hear Cody and D-Bry somewhat arguing. But due to the sound of the water crashing into the sink and perhaps their attempt to keep their voice low so I wouldn't hear them, I was not able to make anything of their chatter.

I got curious. Turning the faucet off, the last thing I clearly heard was D-Bry saying, "Seth told me! He can't just be shitting around!" with utter emphasis to every word despite talking in a really low voice.

I twisted the knob and pulled the door open. When I finally stepped into their view, they immediately stopped talking and they took my presence into their registry. They looked so startled as though their mothers had just caught them jacking off. They were sitting on the bed across one another as their eyes took me in.

I knew then that they were going to tell me something. Or they didn't want me to know. Now I was desperately curious.

"All right," I spoke as I put my hands on my waist. "What's the deal?"

Neither of them spoke. The look on their faces was priceless. I elected to speak once more.

"Come on, parasites. What is it?"

"Say it, goat-face." Cody tapped D-Bry's shoulder before slowly sliding away from him and lying on the bed entirely, seemingly leaving it all to Daniel. He seemed to wish him luck as though D-Bry was about to tell me something really bad. I tensed.

"Um." D-Bry cleared his throat. "I've no idea how to put this," he said. His tone was serious and Cody looked really anxious. Now I started to get antsy. They looked at each other and then back at me.

"Well?" I pressed. Cody sat back up.

D-Bry licked his lips before speaking. "Jon and his girlfriend broke up."

Excusez moi? What did I just hear? Wait a second. All right. All right, Jill. Breathe. Process it. So he had a girlfriend? Wait, so this was really what they were gonna tell me? Hold on just a minute. Now I was beginning to get why they were finding it hard to tell me. It was very simple: I didn't know Jon had a girlfriend. And I couldn't blame them for having little trouble telling me about it. Maybe they were thinking it would hurt me to know that he had a girlfriend. But the new fact was that they already broke up, so maybe Cody and D-Bry thought it would be the good news to deliver to me.

I honestly couldn't even begin to explain the way I felt upon hearing the news. I didn't know which emotion was more dominant – the small pain because of the fact that Jon was in a relationship (well, had been in a relationship, then), or that little joy and hope jumping inside me because he was now single.

"Jill?" I didn't realize how long I had been silent and blankly staring at the ground until D-Bry called my attention. I looked back up at the both of them who had concerned expressions.

"We didn't know he has… or had a girlfriend." Daniel uneasily scratched the back of his head.

"But they're not together anymore, you know?" Cody butted in, giving me a supportive smile. I felt like he was trying to sound reassuring. And he was failing big time.

"Yeah," D-Bry seconded. "As I've said, they broke up already. You know, it's called 'ex-girlfriend' now."

"Oh definitely." I could see Cody's trying-hard-reassuring composure again. "Past is past, right dude?" He nudged D-Bry.

"Correct! We should never dwell in the past." Daniel looked at me with that indecisive grin.

Cody was mimicking D-Bry's actions. "No man is rich enough to buy back his past." Cody looked rather cocky than comforting.

D-Bry looked tensely to Cody. "We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it." The expression on his face sounded something like, Beat that, Cody!

"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin," Cody retorted.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the – "

"Enough," I cut off D-Bry and then awkward silence fell on us. I couldn't believe the two idiots had gone from telling me a fact, to comforting and encouraging me, and then suddenly to having a contest about classic quotes involving the word 'past'.

After a few moments, Cody spoke. "You all right?"

"Ofcourse," my voice was terse, my smile confident. "D-Bry, can I play Injustice on your iPad?"

An hour later when D-Bry and Cody were finally asleep by either side of me on the bed, my eyes were on my phone. I was staring at a picture of Jon which I'd secretly saved in it. It was an old photo of him, certainly during his pre-WWE days where he was smiling fully, his teeth showing, while he held a bottle of beer with one hand. How very adorable.

As I never ceased to stare at it, thoughts came flooding my head.

How could he not remember our conversation last night? Even just bits of it? I was still very upset. Last night, he shared a part of him to me. I'd gotten to know him more. Last night, he'd also apologized for acting the way he did in the clinic. He'd even thanked me after our open conversation. He was just being him and talking real and I'd enjoyed that moment so much, that I didn't know if I was just too dumb to forget that he was actually drunk when he said all those things... that he wouldn't remember it the next day. Oh by the way, he had a girlfriend, too. Or ex-girlfriend now. What was I supposed to feel? More importantly, though, how was he feeling?

What are you doing to me, Jonathan Good? I sighed heavily before clicking the homepage button of my phone, and setting it on my tummy as I lay there.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to sleep already. Minutes later, I felt my phone vibrate on my tummy. And since it was on silent mode, it didn't ring when it received a text message. It only vibrated. I was too lazy to check the text message so I didn't care to open it. Then my phone vibrated for the second time. And then the third time… fourth time… fifth…

My eyes popped open and suddenly, my attention was absorbed by my phone. The vibrations weren't ones indicating many consecutive text messages, but rather a continuous rhythm of vibration indicating a phone call. I quickly grabbed my phone.

My eyes hardly trusted what I was seeing. I couldn't believe it. Jon was calling. At 11:57 PM.

Curious, excited, tensed, nervous, and twitchy, I picked up.

"Hello?" I answered fretfully in a whisper, sitting up and glancing at Cody and D-Bry to make sure I didn't wake them.

All I heard were the noises of cars and soft gusts in the background. But I knew he was there because I could hear him breathing.

"Hello?" I repeated.

"I'm sorry, sweet cheeks." His first words caught me by surprise. It was strangely uplifting. His voice sounded tired, and drunk. But then again, it seemed like his normal sober voice, I could never perfectly tell if he was really drunk.

I elected to roll out of bed quietly. I quickly headed outside our hotel room and found a couch to settle in.

"Hey, still there?" I asked as soon as I sat on the sofa. "Sorry, I had to get out of the room."

"Oh hi, how are you?" Jon's voice was strangely booming with eagerness.

"Just fine," I said unsurely. "What's up?"

"Hey, I said I was sorry." His voice was suddenly tired and somewhat sleepy, but strangely sounded sincere.

I hesitated before saying, "For what?"

I heard the sound his mouth made each time he licked his lips. "I… lied earlier," he confessed.

I was suddenly immobile. "Lied? About what?" My upper teeth sunk into my lower lip.

There was a short silence. Odd enough, my heart was pounding as I awaited his response… even when I sort of knew what he was about to tell me.

"Jill…" I heard him breathe. "I made you believe like I don't remember last night."

I held my breath, and slowly released it. "You did. And I believe you don't." My voice was suddenly a little stern.

Jon laughed. "Do you really think I'd talk about something I really didn't remember? How am I supposed to talk about something I don't remember?" I could hear him smiling.

I was embarrassed for a moment. Thank goodness this wasn't a conversation in person.

"Your point being?" I tried to sound collected.

"My point is, I do remember," Jon said.

"Sure," I countered, "bits and pieces, right?" I could hear a hint of bitterness in my own voice. It surprised me.

"Nope," he retorted coolly. "I remember everything – every word, every gesture, every hairstrand I'd tucked behind your ear," he overstated. I wouldn't deny that I loved his embellishments on his words, though.

"How so?"

"Jill. I wasn't that drunk, okay?"

"Okay." I paused, trying to think. "So you do remember. And why are you telling me this?"

"Because I have to?" He sounded uncertain.

I arched a brow, waiting for him to respond, but then realized that he couldn't see my face. "You think so? Why?"

"I have to, because you don't like it."

"What?" I voiced shock and inquisitiveness.

"I know it hurt you when you thought I didn't remember," he replied matter-of-factly.

It hurt me? How did he know that?

As though he heard my thoughts, he spoke again. "You weren't you earlier in your match, and Punk kept telling me you were acting like you had dysmenorrhea," he explained, answering the question in my head. He chuckled a little at the menstruation part.

So it must have been Punk giving him clues. His pipe bombs were unstoppable.

No words would come out of my mouth. I was, like… happy, and embarrassed, and just naturally high all of a sudden. I couldn't believe it. He remembered. It felt really nice.

"I… um," I stammered, unsure of what to say. "Yes… I… I was a little distracted. It kind of bothered me," I admitted. But even saying that 'it kind of bothered me' was an understatement. "But don't worry about it, it's all – "

"Oww! Shit," Jon exclaimed.

"You all right?" I asked.

"Yeah, just tripped over something." He laughed heartily. And even if it was music to my ears as he laughed, my face was baffled upon knowing that he tripped over something.

"Where you at?"

"Outside the bar," he muttered. So he was drinking again?

"Drinking?" I asked unflappably.

"Yeah," he replied. I started to frown a little. "That dog shit looks withered!" He laughed nonsensically.

I strangely took pleasure in hearing Jon become so random all of a sudden, after he had just been acting contrite moments ago as he committedly explicated his apology to me. But I thought about it carefully. Maybe he really didn't intend to have this conversation with me tonight.

It was sad to think that it must have probably been the alcohol, again. That freakin' beverage. That had to be it again, right?

Then, I started to put the pieces together. I remembered what Daniel and Cody had told me earlier. He has just broken up with his girlfriend… And he's drinking tonight. This had to be some heartbreak-drinking-sessions, right?

Remembering about the bad news, I elected to broach the subject. "Hey, I'm sorry about you and your… girlfriend," I carefully said, biting my tongue once the words were finally out.

He chuckled. "What?"

"I heard from Daniel," I said. "I understand you're having a hard time. Don't drink too much though, please?" I voiced sincerity.

He actually laughed so hard, I thought he literally went rolling on the floor laughing. "What are you talking about? I'm actually having a good time!" Jon exclaimed.

I didn't know how to react to this.

"Believe me, I have been waiting for this breakup for a long time," he continued, "long time, yes. Even though we've only been together for three fucking months."

I couldn't believe it. He was having fun. I didn't know if I should explore the subject and ask him more about it or not. I mean, even if it did sound quite good to me, I couldn't imagine how someone couldn't care less after breaking up with their lover.

When I didn't say anything, still, he continued rambling. "That cum-guzzling whore." My face cringed at his distasteful words referring to his ex. "It's good riddance, ya'know. I'm drinking like it's the end of the world! It's a fucking celebration!" Jon did sound like he rejoiced, I heard his voice faltering as he shouted these words – was he actually, literally jumping in joy as he said those?

I was absolutely speechless. Then I wondered what their relationship had been like or what kind of woman his ex had been like that he seemed to hate her with a passion. At first I thought he was just trying to cover up his true feelings – the pain he felt. But then, in vino veritas. In wine, there's truth.

I chuckled nervously. "Wow," I spoke for the first time in long minutes. "You're actually rejoicing."

"Ofcourse," he drunkenly said. Silence followed, and for some reason that type of silence apparently became our cue to drop the subject. They broke up, Jon was happy about it, period. No questions asked.

Now that he was once again being honest and open like he had been last night, I'd take advantage. I had one thing to know.

"Hey," I said. "Can I ask you something?"

"What's that, sweet cheeks?" I just realized he called me 'sweet cheeks' the second time around. It felt freakin' magical.

"Um," I began nervously. "I'm just curious... why did you have to lie to me?" I was edgy the moment the words were out of my mouth.

I heard a loud truck horn as it rushed by.

"Honestly?" I listened intently. "I don't even know." His words were a puzzle I wanted to solve. "I guess I was very ashamed of my indiscretions last night, I had to pretend I have no memory of whatever I'd told you."

"Indiscretions? You're calling your little story-telling an indiscretion?" I gasped in disbelief. "Jon, you've just told me a very inspiring story last night! You have no idea how it serves as an encouragement to anyone who hears about it. Please don't feel bad about it. Because as far as I'm concerned, the story of your tough life is what strengthens you the most, pushing you to success each and every time!" I said to him truthfully, hoping that every word registered into his heart and mind well. He didn't have to be ashamed about anything. I adored him as an individual. He deserved to know how I saw him as a person.

He didn't say anything after that. I swallowed.

"Hello?" I said, making sure he was still there.

"Hi," he playfully answered. "You amaze me, sweet cheeks. No one has ever said those things to me. Well, maybe a lot have, but they never meant it. I don't know why your words possess such impact."

Once again, thank goodness this wasn't a conversation in person, or he would've seen the redness of my face. My cheeks felt hot. I was thrilled in a really crazy way upon hearing his words.

"You deserve to hear it," I convinced him wholeheartedly. "So don't do that ever again. You see, I really thought you didn't remember."

"I'm sorry," he expressed regret. "But as I said, I wasn't that drunk to forget about what happened. I wasn't stone drunk."

I thought for a moment. "Stone drunk?"

"Yeah, stone drunk. When you could hardly manage to walk or function," he explained.

"Oh." I nodded in understanding. I just learned something new to add to my vocabulary. "What about now, though? Are you stone drunk?"

He laughed. "Do you really think I cannot walk anymore at this point?"

"Well. You were tripping over a few stuff earlier." I countered, giving a little sarcasm as I restrained a giggle.

He laughed again. I loved its sound. It was addictive. "Okay, that was genius," he complimented my little witty remark. "And no, I'm not stone drunk."

"So... will you remember this conversation later when you wake up?"

"Yes," his voice was solid.

"And pretend to have no memory of it again?" I pressed.

He was silent after that question, as though he was collecting his thoughts.

"Nope," he answered calmly.

My lips curved into a smile. "Well… we'll have to see about that."

"Are you challenging me, sweet cheeks?"

"Not exactly." I playfully giggled.

At 12:45 AM, we hung up. He said he would remember this conversation huh. And that he wouldn't even pretend to have no memory of it.

Okay, cool. But this time, I wouldn't do that stupid mistake again: I wouldn't expect.

With an unwavering smile on my face, I sandwiched myself back into the bed between Cody and D-Bry and fell asleep.

A/N: As always, thank you all ever so much for spending time reading. I wholeheartedly appreciate it. Thank you so much.

P.S.: The chapter had gotten quite too long. I kind of lost control, sorry if you think it's gotten a little too long.

What do you guys think of this chapter? What do you think of Jon now? And Jill? ;P