Punk sat there for a few minutes with his head in his hands until he couldn't stand hearing soft sniffles coming from inside the room anymore. He got up and wiped his eyes again, heading to Randy's room. Punk hadn't bothered getting his own room cause he figured him and Jeff would be staying together so why bother?

So, now he had to make the walk of shame to Randy's room and explain why he was coming to his room in the middle of the night in just sweatpants. Punk knocked on Randy's door and heard grumbling coming from inside. Randy opened the door and got a confused look on his face. "The hell are you doing here?"

Punk just pushed past him with a sulk. "Just let me in."

Randy rolled his eyes. "The fuck did you do now?"

Punk plopped down on the couch. "I'll talk about it in the morning."

Randy shook his head. "Fine. I'll deal with you in the morning." He went back to bed and pulled the covers over him, trying to ignore his curiosity over what happened.

At exactly seven o' clock the next morning, Randy whacked Punk with a pillow to wake him up.

Punk groaned. "Wwwhhhhyyyyy."

"Tell me what you did to Jeff," said Randy, sitting on the couch.

Punk sat up and got a somber look on his face. "I didn't do anything. I'm here BECAUSE I didn't do anything."

Randy furrowed his brows. "What are you talking about?"

"We... we're not fucking anymore," said Punk.

"You broke up?" Said Randy.

"We can't break up If we were never together in the first place," said Punk.

"Bull shit," said Randy. "You broke up."

Punk rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We broke up."

"Why?" Said Randy. "You were just all over each other yesterday. You guys were inseparable!"

"That's why," said Punk, holding his hands together and looking down at them. "I didn't want to hurt him."

"So," said Randy. "From what I'm understanding here, you broke up with Jeff, because you want to be with Jeff."

"You don't get it," said Punk, leaning back on the couch. "He can do a lot better than me."

"Well, obviously," said Randy. "But if he likes you, then he likes YOU, not some perfect guy out there."

"He told me, he loved me," said Punk. "I just don't want to hurt him."

Randy sighed and clapped a hand over Punk's back. "Well, I think you're a dumb ass for not just getting into a relationship with Jeff, but if you're gonna stick to this bachelor lifestyle, then you did the right thing."

Punk let out a deep exhale. "Yeah, thanks man."

Meanwhile, Jeff laid on his bed in his boxers and Punk's shirt, curled up in a ball. He had gotten no sleep whatsoever, and he was sure his face was red and puffy. He slowly sat up and pulled his legs to his chest, putting his face in his knees. Yesterday, Jeff had everything going for him. And now, he was a broken mess. His life just turned upside down, all because of three stupid words.

"I'm so stupid," mumbled Jeff, trying not to cry again. He knew full well Punk had no interest in a relationship, and yet he still went and told him he loved him. Having Punk in his life just for sex was better than nothing, and now he didn't have him in it at all.

Jeff just kept waiting there, waiting for Punk to knock on his door and take it all back. But the longer he waited, the less hope he had Punk was gonna come back.

Punk got dressed in Randy's room and went down to the lobby, hoping to see Jeff down there. He just wanted to see him, to make sure he was ok. But right now, there was no sign of Jeff anywhere. 'He must've already gone to the airport,' thought Punk. He quickly made his way to the airport, but still, no sign of Jeff. Punk sighed, starting to worry. 'Please be alright, Jeff.'

The second Punk got home he grabbed his phone and called Amy. "Phil?" Said Amy.

"Yeah," said Punk. "Have you talked to Jeff lately?"

"No," said Amy. "I tried calling him earlier but he didn't pick up. I figured you two were busy."

Punk sighed. "No, we're not... we're not together anymore."

"What?!" Said Amy. "Why?!"

"Can you just go check on him," said Punk. "Please."

Amy let out a deep exhale. "Alright, but I'm doing this for Jeff, not for you. When I find out what you did I swear I will-"

"Yeah, I know, slit my throat," said Punk. "Thank you, Amy."

Amy sighed. "You're welcome."

Punk hung up and laid down on his bed, knowing he was not going to get any sleep. He laid there for hours staring at the phone, waiting for Amy to call him back and tell him Jeff is fine. The second it rang, Punk grabbed it and answered it. "Amy? How is he?"

"He's fine," said Amy. "He's just laying in bed and sleeping."

Punk let out a sigh of relief. "Ok."

"He told me, what happened," said Amy. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Punk. "Why?"

"Because, whether you like it or not, you care about him," said Amy. "And you really like him, so leaving him obviously wasn't very easy."

"It's for the best," Said Punk.

"You can tell yourself that all you want to," said Amy. "It's not gonna be true."

"He can do better," said Punk. "Even if I wanted a relationship, I don't deserve him."

"Oh really? Who deserves him?" Said Amy. "Will?"

Punk sat up and furrowed his brows. "You know about Will?"

"We talked for a while," said Amy. "I know pretty much everything now."

"Will's a scum bag," said Punk. "He doesn't deserve to be in Jeff's presence."

"Then fix this!" said Amy. "Cause if you don't, that's where he's gonna go!"

Punk sighed. "Amy, it's not that simple."

"Just do something," said Amy. "You can't just kick him out of your life."

"I know, I know," said Punk. "I'll talk to you later."

"Alright," said Amy. "Get some sleep."

Punk hung up and laid down, closing his eyes. At least he could rest a little easier now knowing Jeff is ok.

Neither of them got very much sleep the entire week, with both of them missing each other. Jeff spent it painting all day and night while Punk just tried keeping Jeff off of his mind, which did the exact opposite for him. Every night Punk found himself reaching for his phone to call Jeff, before reminding himself he was probably the last person Jeff wanted to hear from.

But it was quite the opposite, Punk was the only person Jeff wanted to hear from. He brought his phone down into his studio, just hoping to hear it ring. But when it did, it was Matt or Amy calling to check on him, never Punk. Every night after no call or even a text came through he told himself it was just time to move on, but he wasn't quite ready to do that yet.

At the Smackdown taping, Punk was hoping that he would do his thing, Jeff would do his, and they would just go home. Unfortunately, luck just wasn't working in his favor.

Punk got his script and groaned, sitting on a crate. "Fuck." He was gonna be in a tag match with Edge against Jeff and Randy, and, of course, he was gonna have to pin Jeff. "Why does the universe hate me?"

"You make it too easy," said Randy, taking a seat next to him. "I'm guessing you got the script."

"Yup," said Punk, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead."

"And, you are aware we'll have to go talk to them, right?" Said Randy. "To plan the match?"

"Do we REALLY have to?" Said Punk, looking over at him. "I think we can just wing it."

"Do you REALLY want to keep your job?" Said Randy.

Punk sighed. "I seriously doubt Jeff wants anything to do with me right now."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure he wants everything to do with you right now," said Randy. "You're the one who wants nothing to do with him."

"No, I would like nothing more, than to just go kiss and makeup and go back to what we were doing before," said Punk. "But I can't."

"It's not cause you can't go back to doing what you were doing," said Randy. "It's cause you won't try something new."

"Randy, I told you, he can do better than me," said Punk.

"And I told you he doesn't want to do better than you," said Randy. "When this whole thing started, you told me you wanted excitement, and something new, and now you're shying away from it because you're too much of a coward to change your lifestyle."

Punk looked down at his feet. "Why do you always have to make me feel like a jackass?"

Randy smirked and patted him on the back. "Once again, you make it too easy. Now come on, we have a match to plan."

Punk got up and followed him to the locker room, biting his lip in anticipation. They walked in and saw Edge getting dressed in the corner of the room. "Yo, Adam!" said Randy, "Seen Jeff anywhere?"

"Uh, no," said Edge, pulling his boots on. "Haven't seem him."

Right as he said that, Jeff walked into the locker room with his head down. "There he is!" said Edge, pointing at him.

Punk and Randy turned Jeff lifted his head up, a slightly hopeful look in his eye when he saw Punk.

"We need to talk to you guys," said Randy, while Punk looked down and crossed his arms. "We have to plan our match for tonight."

"Oh," said Jeff, looking back down with disappointment. "Ok."

"Come on," said Randy, grabbing Jeff and Edge and leading them out of the locker room, with Punk following.

They went to a hallway to talk, with Edge and Randy doing all of the talking. When they were done going over their moves, Randy cleared his throat. "I know it's probably a little awkward right now, but, we can't really plan your guys' spots for you."

"Uh, yeah," said Punk, rubbing the back of his neck. "I figured you could go for a twist of fate, and then I could reverse it into a GTS for the win."

"Sure," said Jeff, looking down at his feet and crossing his arms.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Punk clapped his hands together. "Ok, match planned, we good here?"

"Works for me," said Jeff, walking off down the hallway. Punk walked the other direction and Edge sighed. "This match is gonna be shit, isn't it?"

Randy let out a long exhale. "Yes, yes it is."

They couldn't have been more right, as the match ended up being scrapped from television. Luckily, you couldn't tell that Punk and Jeff were completely winging their parts, but you could tell something was wrong. Their timing was off, and they practically botched every move. The chemistry was just not there.

Even though Edge and Randy pulled their spots off fairly well, all four of them had to sit through an earful from Vince McMahon. It basically took him half an hour to tell them if any of them even thought about pulling that crap again, he would not hesitate to fire them on the spot.

When they walked into the locker room, they felt all eyes on them.

"Damn Jeff," said JTG. "What happened out there?"

"Someone's got Trish on the brain," said Shad, nudging JTG in the side.

"Uh huh," said JTG. "Get a little, pre match action?"

Punk bristled at their comments while he changed. He was already pissed enough as is, he didn't need to listen to this shit.

"Get some, stratusfaction?" said Shad.

Jeff just ignored them, trying to get dressed and get out.

"Come on man," Said JTG. "You gotta give us something to gossip about."

"You want something to fucking gossip about," said Punk. He walked up to Jeff and pulled him against himself by his hips, kissing him roughly. Punk kissed him for a few seconds before licking between his lips and storming out of the locker room.

Jeff turned cherry red and held his hand against his mouth in shock, feeling everyone's eyes burning into him.

"I KNEW IT!" Yelled Jericho, standing up off the bench. He slowly sat back down when everyone looked over at him. "Well, I did."

Randy grabbed Jeff's wrist while everyone was distracted and pulled him out of the locker room.

"Go to the hotel," said Randy, letting go of Jeff's wrist in the hallway.

"But the show's not over," said Jeff. "We're not allowed to leave yet."

"Jeff, do not argue this shit with me," said Randy. "Go."

Jeff's eyes widened and he slowly walked away. "Ok."

When Jeff walked away, Randy stormed down the hallway to find Punk. As soon as he found him, he grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Dude! The fuck was that?!"

"Just get the fuck out of my way," said Punk, pushing past him and trying to walk away.

Randy grabbed his wrist and spun him around again, keeping a hold of his wrist. "No! Do you have any idea what you just did?"

Punk glared at the ground. "Let. Me. Go."

"You just forcibly outed Jeff after he's worked so hard to keep it a secret," said Randy. "Now I can practically guarantee he wants nothing to do with you."

Punk jerked his wrist free and stormed off down the hallway, walking out of the arena. After getting no sleep whatsoever at the hotel, Punk was now laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He groaned and sat up, putting his shoes back on. "Fuck.'

Jeff sat on his couch in Punk's shirt and some sweat pants, listening to the thunder storm outside. He didn't know how he was possibly going to show up at Smackdown again after what Punk did. Jeff didn't even understand why Punk did it. He thought about it practically non-stop, but still couldn't think of any reasonable reason.

Jeff heard his doorbell and groaned, getting up and opening the door. He furrowed his brows at what he found. "Punk?"

Punk waved, feeling himself getting soaked from the rain. "Hi."

Jeff rolled his eyes and pulled him into the house. "Get in here."

He grabbed a blanket off the couch and gave it to Punk. "I thought you said we weren't doing this shit anymore."

"I'm not here for sex," said Punk, wiping his face on the blanket. "Well, maybe a little sex, but that's not my main priority." He smirked, looking at Jeff. "You're wearing my shirt."

Jeff looked down at his shirt and crossed his arms. "I guess I am. Now why are you here?"

"I'm here for you," said Punk.

Jeff furrowed his brows. "What?"

Punk gently grabbed Jeff's hands. "I know I was jackass at Smackdown, and I know I said we couldn't be together, but I miss you. And I want to be with you."

"You want to be with me?" Said Jeff.

"Yes," said Punk. "As in, be together, as in, a re... relationship."

Jeff slowly started to smile, before quickly hugging Punk. Punk smiled and hugged Jeff tightly against himself. "And I l... lov... I really like you."

Jeff smiled and kissed him. "I really like you too."

-One month later-

Punk kissed Jeff against the wall at the Smackdown arena, running a hand through his hair.

"Get a room," said Amy, walking up with Matt.

Punk looked over and smirked, breaking away from Jeff. "He started it."

"I did not," Said Jeff, fixing his hair.

Amy shook her head. "You guys are something else."

"By the way," Said Matt. "There's quite a few reporters out there who would really like to capture your guys' first public kiss."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Why haven't they given up yet?"

Amy smirked. "So you'll make out in public but when it comes to reporters you get all shy?"

"No, we just don't want them making money off of my personal life," said Punk. "They can go get a real job."

"I'm just shocked they haven't caught you yet," said Matt. "You guys make out everywhere."

Punk smirked. "It's not my fault Jeff can't keep his hands off me."

"Oh whatever," said Jeff, crossing his arms.

"Well you're gonna have to stop for a few minutes," said Amy. "We have to check in to the hotel."

Punk sighed dramatically. "If we must." He grabbed Jeff's hand and walked with him to the car, avoiding the reporters. They drove to the hotel and all hung out in Punk and Jeff's room for a little while.

"So," said Amy, sitting on the couch. "When are you guys getting married?"

"Dude, we've been together for a month," said Punk.

"Your point?" Said Amy. "I've been planning Jeff's wedding since he first got with Trish."

"You're so awkward," said Jeff, sitting next to Punk.

"You know it's my dream to plan your wedding and be auntie Amy to your kids," said Amy.

"Okay, one, you need to get your own affairs in order before you can be Auntie Amy," said Punk. "Two, me and Jeff can't exactly have kids. It doesn't really work like that."

"Uh, adoption," said Amy. "Duh."

"Ames, I think you're creeping them out a little," said Matt.

Amy sighed. "Fine, but next month, we are having this conversation again."

"Ok, I think it's time to head back to our room now," said Matt, grabbing Amy's hand.

"I'm serious," said Amy, As Matt led her to the door. "Exactly one month from now, I'm gonna start planning your wedding."

"Bye guys," said Matt, walking out of the room with Amy.

"Bye," Said Jeff, shaking his head.

"And she says we're something else," Said Punk.

Jeff smirked at him. "I've been dealing with this my whole life."

"I'm so sorry," said Punk, putting a hand on Jeff's shoulder.

Jeff laughed. "Amy will be Amy."

"Yeah," said Punk, grabbing Jeff's hand. "She did remind of something I need to do, though."

Jeff furrowed his brows. "What do you need to do?"

"I need to say something I should've said a long time ago," said Punk. "See, I've felt this for a while now, but I didn't really know how to say it. I've never said it before, So it's kind of difficult, but I uh, I love you."

Jeff smiled. "I love you too, Phil."

Punk smiled and leaned in, kissing him. "I know you do. Sorry it took so long to say."

"Trust me, it was worth the wait," said Jeff, eagerly kissing Punk back.

"So," said Punk. "Do you have any future plans?"

Jeff smiled and wrapped his arms around Punk's neck. "As long as you're in it, It's fine with me."

Punk smiled and pecked Jeff's lips. "Fine by me."

The End

AN: Thank you to everyone who read this! You guys gave me so much support and I appreciate it sooooooo much! Hope you liked the ending! Please leave one last final review! :-)

Also, I have no idea where I came up with this idea, but my next story is gonna be about a spy agency kinda thing, and it will be more Jeff and Punk. I'm pretty excited for it, so I hope you guys read it! :-)