A/N I think I've disclaimed enough times to choke a person, but oh well. I own no one but my personal characters. I own nothing...blah...blah...freaking...blah...Enjoy! And review!

Chapter thirteen—Only half the story...

As always we returned to my place and this week we'd be driving up to Lockport with some of my things. But those days passed in near silence. I was constantly thinking about the new storyline and how I was supposed to deal with telling him I 'hated' him, then turn around and share a bed that night. I was losing sleep and my patience.

On Saturday morning we caught our plane and flew off to Jacksonville, Florida. The weather was great and the atmosphere stunning. I loved it. It was so much like Tuscan with the blue skies and warm winds. It had been almost two months since we'd been anywhere that was warm.

I had decided during the flight on the plane I would talk to Vince. I wanted the storyline called off. I wanted us to 'make up'. I couldn't live like this. Going through a death, through court, through the hassles of being a Diva I could do, but not have a fucking plot that could ruin my relationship. I knew we had promised we wouldn't let it come between us, but I couldn't help but think it would...I know, pessimistic...

-Saturday Meeting-

Vince went threw the list and announced matches and all that jazz. I was only partially listening. I heard I had a match, but I only slightly cared. All I wanted was for the meeting to be over so I could talk to Vince. Thankfully my wish was granted when he dismissed us. I turned to Punk, and spoke in a distracted voice, "Hey...I'll...I'll be back in a bit..." He only nodded and I could tell he watched me go with a confused look.

I as able to catch Vince quickly, "I need to talk to you. It's urgent."

He just nodded and we walked into his office. It took all I had not to break down in tears. I had been hurting for the past few days and I had to get rid of the damn storyline.

Vince nodded, "Go ahead."

"I want the storyline to me terminated. Now Vince, I don't usually ask for things like this to happen, but I need it done. I can't go through this."

"You need to explain what you mean, X."

I took in a shaky breath, "About five months ago my best friend died. And of course not long ago I put a man in prison. Also I've had to deal with beating Layla off me with a fucking stick for how many times we've gone at it. This is too much stress for me. I understand that I've got to deal with it, but this storyline only makes it worse on me. I can't handle the pressure of telling Phil to leave me alone on screen, then the second we're off screen jump into his arms. It's toying with my emotions too much. Vince, I don't really think you put much thought into how this would affect me."

Vince thought for a long time. I mean a long time. When he finally spoke I held my breath, "I'll take this into consideration. Usually I don't do favors like this, but I like you X. You're an amazing wrestler with some serious guts. I'll see what I can do and figure out ways I can get in and around people. I'm only doing this for you because you really do look like shit and I can't have your performance slipping because of some stupid storyline. You are a new Diva, but so far a very good one. You may go, oh and by the way, until I figure it all out you'll continue the storyline. We can't just stop it."

I nodded in perfect agreement, "I...I understand Mr. McMahon..." With that I left his office. A weight seemed to lift off my shoulders. I felt a little better, but now I felt like I needed a movie marathon of all my favorite 'so sad you want to cry and so sweet you have to smile' movies. I caught a cab and thought all the way to the hotel where Punk and I were staying along with a few other of the superstars. They never put us all in one hotel because then crazed fans would be screaming all through the night and we'd fill up an entire hotel by ourselves. I got the spare key for the room Punk and I were sharing and headed up. Thankfully he had been sweet and taken my things up for me. Such a sweetheart. On my way to the room I sent a text to Kelly and Katie, U wana movi marthon?

From Kelly I got a, Wats up? U only do da Mms wen upst!

Something similar came from Katie, Sumthin hapn? Y a MM?

I sent the same reply to both of them, I'l expln wen I c u. Meet my rum. #421

I got the exact same reply back, Fyn, bt dere betr b a gud resin.

When I opened the door to the room I gave a little smile. Punk had totally crashed on the couch and it made me giggle. Walking over to him I poked his side, "Phil, hon, wake up."

He jolted awake and blinked, "Woah...What happened?"

I giggled, "Hey, the girls are coming over for a little movie marathon."

He looked up at me, "bad news from Vince or something?" Why did everyone know I only had movie marathons when I felt weird! I had them because they gave a me a legitimate reason to cry. I was a sucker for sad movies or dramatic romances. I always knew I would cry, but still watched them anyway.

I shook my head, "Not really, just a little marathon I need right about now. Would you like to join us?"

Punk shook his head, "Sorry Ally, but if there is one thing I can't do that's sit through those emotional movies you lovely ladies love watching."

I laughed and gave him a quick kiss, "Well the girls will be here soon, so why don't you go and find some friends to hang with for a while."

He smiled, "What movies do you plan on watching?"
I thought for a moment. Now I always kept about ten movies in the front pocket of my suitcase because I hated spending money on rentals and half the time I forgot I had the movie. Fun. Well I had Pearl Harbor, I Am Legend, I even had a bootleg version of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, with those I had a few other choice chick flicks. Now when you see Pearl Harbor you think 'huh?'. Well to me they are extremely sad. In Pearl Harbor Danny dies a sad death and his love was pregnant at the time. Cry! In I Am Legend he has to kill his own dog and forfeits his life for a cure. Sad!

I had just popped some pop-corn the hotel had stocked in the cabinets of the mini kitchen when there was knocking on the door.

Punk jumped up, "I got it." As he answered the door I heard Kelly and Katie talking with him. They came into the kitchen with worried looks. I knew what they wanted to know, but they'd have to wait. I didn't want Punk over hearing anything.

We all sat down in front of the nice little TV, lounging on chairs, the couch or the floor. Punk leaned over the back of the couch where I was laying and planted a quick kiss on my lips, "I'll let you ladies have your fun. See you in a few hours. I'll probably be hanging with Kofi if you need me."

I smiled and gave him another kiss, "I"ll see you later, Pepsi." Kelly and Katie laughed and 'aw'ed our little performance. I stuck my tongue out them and said they were just jealous. Punk laughed and left us to us. We started to movie.

-A few hours later-

We were about halfway into my Benjamin Button copy when Kelly and Katie finally decided to bring up the reason I had called the movie marathon to order. I sighed, "I went to talk with Vince today."

The movie was paused, popcorn ignored, as they turned to me, "Spill." They said simultaneously.

I gulped, "Well I went to ask him if he could terminate the storyline he has Phil and I doing. I mean its been a little too hard for me to deal with these past couple weeks. I mean Barbie, how would you feel if someone told you that you and John had to act like you weren't together on screen, but then go home a happy couple. Wouldn't that just fuck with your emotions?" They were shocked. I cussed, but only if provoked. Apparently, I was really provoked.

Kelly nodded, "Yeah, I mean seriously, that's just cruel. How can he do that to you?"

I sighed. Katie stepped in, "He's an ass that's why." The three of us had no idea Punk was standing outside the door with his card out. None of us knew he stood their, curious, and listening. He didn't like eavesdropping, but this may be important and he may not hear it later.

I sighed, "I mean doing this with Phil...Its just so hard. I can't do it, that's why I have to stop it."

Katie nodded, "I mean I understand where you're coming from with this, and you have every right to want it to stop."

I started to tear up and cry. Kelly came and sat beside me, wrapping her arms around me, "Don't worry Lyn, you'll have all this mess sorted out and it'll all be over."

How was I supposed to know Punk right now looked as though someone had shot him in the heart. He thought we were talking about him. He thought I was going to break up with him.

I continued though, "And I mean it's even harder to do now that we've kinda moved in together. I thought being closer would help and make things less difficult, but I was wrong." At this point Punk had pocketed his card and walked off. Had he stayed two more minutes he'd have heard, "I mean the storyline is too difficult. How can they expect us to do that?"

Katie nodded, "We're here for you girl, through thick and thin."

Kelly nodded, "Best friends to the end."
I smiled, "If one needs help or a hand."

The three of us spoke together, "Together we three shall stand. No one can stop us, no one can tell us no. If they do, then they gotta go!"

It was a little rhyme we had made up ages ago when Katie went from being a heel to a face. We were always there for each other. Katie was the bitch, Kelly was the attitude, I was the clever tongue. We made a nasty combination some times.

With that we all settled back and continued our movie. We all 'aw'ed at the same points, sniffled at all the same points. Though we three couldn't get more different, we all were chicks and even the most hard core girl cried. We finished off the movie with sniffles and went onto the next. Pearl Harbor. This one made all three of us cry. It was beautiful, emotional, and the men were hot! Good movie.

-Later that night-

Kelly and Katie left before they crashed. We also made plans to meet at the local gym the next day. Thankfully all three of us knew how to 'disguise' ourselves so no one would notice us. One, we never wore makeup, two I had a pair of glasses I wore when I didn't wear my contacts and the hid me perfectly. Katie would wear her long hair back in a ponytail and had taught herself to speak with an American accent. Kelly still had to think of ideas to keep herself hidden, but until then she was just sure to wear a sweat suit or something and have her hair in a messy ponytail. All thrre of us knew not to dress any way we would when seen on TV.

Punk still hadn't returned. It was getting very late and I was getting worried, so naturally I called him. Thank God he didn't drink because then I never had to deal with picking him up or bailing him out of jail for an reason. When he picked up he sounded a little upset.

"Hello?"

"Hey Phil, oh my gosh where are you?"

"Oh I'm still with Kofi, I guess we lost track of time."

I smiled some, boys would be boys, "So, did you and Kofi have a good evening?"

"It was decent. How was the little marathon?"

I giggled, "Great, the girls and I talked for a bit about some stuff."

"Like?"

"Oh nothing much really, mainly about you though. So, are you staying with Kofi tonight or do I plan on seeing you before tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure right now Ally, but all I'll say is don't wait up for me. Alright?"

"Uh...oh...yeah, thats fine." We hung up after that. Why did he sound so distant? And I mean he told me not to wait up before, but not he seemed more aggressive about it. I shook off the bad feeling and got ready for bed. I climbed in, but it felt a little lonely when Punk's arm didn't immediately wrap around me. Why did I have a feeling something bad was going to happen? Why? Also, why the hell was I feeling all this shit!? I never used to have vision like dreams and I never used to have those weird feelings. I forced myself to lock away the thoughts and made myself fall asleep. Since I was a kid I had that talent, I could practically force my body into a sleep. When asked how I did it I could never answer.

At some point during the night I woke up, hearing the door open. I don't remember calling out to Punk or anything else. But what I did remember vividly was just as I was falling back asleep I felt the bed dip as Punk climbed in. Then he started kissing my neck. Usually at this point I would smell alcohol on any other man, but Punk didn't drink. His actions were his own. I didn't mind though. Hey, when your boyfriend comes into bed and loves all up on you, you don't deny! Or at least I didn't in this particular case. But for some reason all the while Punk and I were romancing I felt like he was trying to remind me of something, like he was showing me he really loved me and bringing that to my attention. It didn't feel quite as natural as it should have, it felt slightly forced and not as smoothly passionate as it usually did. Great...now my bad feeling was back. I had never in my whole relationship with Punk feel this weird way when we were making love. It felt so...abnormal.

The next morning I woke up in Punks arms, our bodies close and my face pressed into his chest. I yawned and stirred, waking him as I did. He gave me a smile and pressed his lips to mine. OK! Another weird thing! I didn't get a 'good morning' or sweet 'well hey there' that I usually got. Weird...

I just smiled though and kissed him back for a moment before remembering the gym date we girls had. I gave him one last kiss before explaining, "Hey, Kelly, Katie and I are going to meet at the gym in an hour or so, I should probably start getting ready for the day so I'm not totally out of it when we meet up."

Punk nodded, "Alright, Kofi and I were planning on heading to the gym as well, we need a workout."

I smiled, "Great! So then we can both go to the gym with our friends."

Punk smiled. I could see a touch of confusion on his face though. Like he was trying to figure me out. I was soon getting confused as to why he was confused. Well the two of us got ready for the day. He was just in a pair of gym shorts and a tee, I was in a running suit that was soft cotton you would usually find at Wal-Mart. Hey, it was comfy and flexible, just what I needed. Together we headed out to get our friends and head to the gym

-At the gym-

The three of us girls were currently on the tread mills, which had to be our favorite work out machine. Yeah we'd lift weights and such, but we loved running. All the while we were talking on the same subject we had the night before.

Katie 'humph'ed and turned her elliptical up some, "I don't see why you even agreed to it to begin with. I mean c'mon Lyn, its not good for you."

I sighed, "Yeah I know, but I mean I felt like I could handle it at first. I mean it seemed like a good idea at first and we both thought it would be OK..."

Nearby Kofi and Punk were lifting weights. Kofi heard the little exchange between Kaite and I and nudged Punk to listen. They continued to work, but kept their ears open on our conversation.
Kelly sighed, "You should have stopped this sooner Lyn, I mean your poor heart can't deal with all that pressure. It'll push out into a seizure one day."

I laughed slightly. She was joking, yet she was serious. I nodded, "I know I shouldn't keep this going longer then it has to. I thought I made that clear. I really don't look forward to talking to Phil about it...I mean I don't know how he feels about the subject and all. I think he'll be happy with my choice, but you know men these days."

Punk and Kofi were shocked with what they heard. Did they think I was actually thinking about breaking it off with Punk? I mean I know it sounded like that to someone listening in...but we were talking about the storyline! I would swear to it! I loved Punk so dearly I would never think of such a thing as breaking up.

Katie spoke up, "I mean Phil loves you doesn't he? Then he should understand."

I nodded, "And I love him so much. Phil means the world to me nowadays. I know this is a good thing for us. I mean this'll will make life easier for both of us I'm sure." The three of us girls had no clue how much we were confusing the two men listening. If I loved Punk, why did I make it sound like I wanted to break up? Well not to sound mean, but that's what they get for not knowing the whole truth!

Punk and Kofi then came over. He looked a little down, "Hey X, we're heading back now. Barb or Kat can get you back right?" Both Katie and Kelly nodded. With that the two men walked away. One a great friend of mine, one my 'star crossed lover'.

-Later that day-

I had returned to the hotel and taken a quick shower. At first I didn't notice Punk's absence, but soon I realized he wasn't there! I found a note on the bed. It had only three words on it, two were names.

With Kofi, Phil. I sighed, maybe they had left the gym and gone to the arena or something to get in a practice match or whatever...It was so strange. All day I felt like Punk was either too close, or not close enough. Like that morning. He was more passionate then usual, but then at the gym we barely talked and he seemed to be acting all funny. What was wrong? Did men have PMS days too? Raging hormones? OK all these 'possibilities' made me double over laughing.

I called Punk in hopes of at least knowing if he'd be back any time soon. But he didn't answer. So I left a message, a simple, "Hey Phil, its Ally, just curious if you were going to be back any time soon. I love you. And Dr. Pepper is definitely the better one!" We always did that. If we left a message we'd say our soda was better at the end of it. I then proceeded to call Kofi. Thankfully I got an answer this time.

"Jaw man?"

I smiled, "Hey Kofi, it's Ally."

"Ally?" I slapped my hand to my head, he didn't call me Ally! He barely even knew that nickname.

I chuckled, "Sorry, it's X. Hey, Phil said he was with you."

"'im be here. We jus' finished a prahctice mahtch. Why?"

I smiled. I always loved Kofi's accent! "Well I just wanted to know if he'd be back anytime soon or if you two had plans for later."

"'e should be bahk to ja in an hour or so. Don't worry."

"Be happy." With that we hung up. It was a little joke Kofi and I shared. We always ended a conversation on 'Don't worry, be happy'. I set my phone down with a sigh. I had an hour or so to myself. That's when I smiled. I ran to the bathroom. Thank God we had a decent hotel this time. There was actually a tub instead of just a shower stall. I ran the hot water and let the tub fill while I ran and got my mini radio. Dipping into the bath I turned on the radio and soaked while listening to my secret passion. Country music. Yes I loved Rock, Metal, and all that good stuff, but I grew up with Country and always was a 'down home southern bell' at heart.

I had no way of knowing Kofi had lied to me. They weren't finishing a practice match. In fact Punk was sitting in a char I Kofi's room with his face in his hands, border-line heartbreak. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around his idea I was breaking up with him at some point. Oh if only he knew the whole thing! Not only half the story...