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A/N: A quick update because I was such a bad updater before! I hope you enjoy this one :) And thank you for all the reviews. It was so good to see some of you were still holding out that I would update! Apologies again about that! Enjoy!

Sunday, 29th January

"More people are asking me about where you are, rather than what I'm wearing. And I'm also quite sure Guiliana Rancic has been fantasising about you."

"Can you blame her?"

"Soon enough your head is going to explode, Casanova. Oh for the.. Hold on a second, ZAC! GET OFF MY SISTER!"

CM Punk let out a loud laugh as he held the phone against his head. It was the night of the Royal Rumble. Unfortunately for Emma, it was also the same night as the Screen Actors Guild Awards, which she was forced to attend. She had tried to pull a sickie on her agent, but Anna was having none of it, and organised for Emma's sister, Kate, to be flown over from Australia to attend the awards show with her sister. Punk leaned back in his cubby in the locker room, a smirk on his face, while Emma berated Zac on the phone for manhandling her sister. His girlfriend was fiercely protective of her sister, and was bringing her to RAW the next night. Something Punk could see causing Emma a few headaches with her sister's wild antics. "Emmy?"

There was a growl over the phone, "I'm going to break his arm soon."

"I take it you're having fun."

Emma smiled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "I had more fun with you."

Punk snorted, "Be nice to your sister."

"She tried to grab Clooney's ass."

"I don't know why we let her out of the house sometimes." He smiled to himself, as he heard Emma's laugh echo over the phone, "I miss you."

The young actress blushed, still not used to the soft moments that the Straight-Edge Superstar had with her. He was always portrayed as tough, and she never picked him as the romantic guy, "I miss you too. Don't worry, I'll be there tomorrow night." She groaned, upon noticing her assistant appear to guide them to their seats, "I've got to go, baby. I'll see you tomorrow, love you."

"Love you too." He locked his phone, and threw it in his bag before looking up at his fellow co-workers. The WWE Champion rolled his eyes, as they both wore the same smirks on their faces. "What?" snapped Punk.

Randy Orton's smirk only widened, "She has a sister?"

"You have a wife."

"Look at you getting all protective over your future sister-in-law," cooed John Cena, laughing. "I'm just waiting for the tabloids to start predicting when you're going to get married."

Punk raised an eyebrow, a snort resounding in the locker room, "We've barely been going out six months."

"You already live together," said John, pulling a shirt over his head, "As if you don't think she's the girl for you."

The WWE Champion shrugged his shoulders, his tongue flicking out to push his lip ring, "Like you said, we live together. That's enough for me." He paused, grabbing some tape to tape up his wrists, "I don't believe in marriage. It's an archaic institution. My girl lives with me, so I don't need a piece of paper to confirm she's mine."

Randy's smirk dropped, "Does she know that?" The silence that followed the question had Randy share a nervous look with his best friend, John. The Viper scratched the back of his neck, nervously, and he released a sigh, "Punk-"

"I have to get ready for my match," said Punk, jumping up from his seat. He threw a tshirt on over his head, and left the room quickly. The door slammed behind him, but he didn't care. He didn't need to listen to the preachings of his best friends. Emma and him were fine, and it was too early to think about that. He paused in his stride to the gorilla area, and inwardly groaned. He only hoped that that wasn't the reasoning why she was so hesitant on picking roles. Shaking his head, he continued on towards the gorilla area. Right now, he needed to perform for the fans. This talk could wait for a while.

Monday, 30th January

"Hello boys!"

"You must be Kate Stevens. A pleasure to meet you."

Emma slapped John Cena away from kissing her sister's outstretched hand, "And you must be keeping your hands to yourself, Cena."

The Boston native shot her a smirk, leaning forward to kiss Emma on the cheek quickly, "Hey beautiful."

The Golden Globe winner rolled her eyes, a small blush covering her cheeks as the former champion moved away from her, "Smooth, Cena." She pushed Kate in the direction of the couch, "Sit and don't touch." Within moments of her sister sitting down, Randy Orton and John Cena were seated on either side of the younger Stevens, smirks on their faces as they flirted with the girl. Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, "Excellent. This is exactly what I needed." She was startled when a pair of arms wrapped around her middle, and she spun around in them, a smile curling her lips. "Hey baby."

CM Punk grinned down at his girlfriend, and leaned forward to catch her lips in a quick kiss, "Emmy. Miss me?"

"Always." She kissed him quickly again, "I can't wait to go home. I'm so exhausted from last night."

"You'll be even more exhausted tonight."

A collective dry retch was heard, and Emma spun around to face the occupants of the couch, "What?"

"That was disgusting," said Kate, glaring at her sister. "I'm rooming with you guys!" She paused, an evil grin forming on her face. She turned her attention to John, "Can I come home with you?"

CM Punk buried his head into the side of Emma's neck laughing, while she struggled against his hold to go and grab her sister. Randy Orton stood up from the couch, chuckling at the irate actress and pulled on Punk's arm, "Sorry to leave you in the middle of a catfight, John. But Punk and I have got matches to go prepare for."

Punk unwrapped his arms from around Emma, and kissed her quickly, "Be good. I'll be back soon."

Emma smiled as the two men left the room, before turning around to fix a glare on her younger sister. The young sister sent her an innocent grin from her spot on the couch next to the Cenation leader. John grinned at her, and waved for the actress to join them on the couch. Pulling on her arm to take a seat next to him, John Cena wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "So how's my favourite little actress going?"

Emma chewed her lip, a small smile growing on her face. She enjoyed the company of Punk's WWE family. They were a tight knit group, and she loved every minute she spent with them, either when she visited Punk on the road or whenever they were over at Punk's, or her own, apartment. Leaning back into John's arm, she replied, "I'm fine. Exhausted from the awards last night."

"Didn't win?"

"Nope," answered Emma. "I had no chance in that category at all with Viola Davis and Meryl Streep in there. How have you been, John?"

John shrugged, "Same old. Putting up with your boyfriend when you're not here." He leaned back on the couch, "He told me about your new movies you got going. You picked any yet? Can I score a few tickets to the premieres?" He sent a cheeky wink her way, before noticing the slight hesitance on her face.

Emma sighed, running a hand through her hair quickly. Plastering on a smile, that didn't go unnoticed as fake by John and Kate, she replied, "Still haven't decided yet. There's so many good ones to choose from." She patted his shoulder, lightly, "But of course I will get you premiere tickets, my favourite Superstar." As soon as she finished, she stood up, brushing her jeans with her hands, "Kate, do you want to come get something to eat quickly? John, you want anything?"

The former WWE Champion shared a look with Kate, who shrugged. Both noticed the strange behaviour of the young actress, but neither were going to say anything. John shook his head, standing up as well, "Actually I better go find Glen to run through our spot tonight. I'll see you girls later."

Kate Stevens hurried after her older sister. With only two years between them, the Stevens sisters were extremely close, and Kate could easily tell when something was up. On their way into the arena, they had met Mike Mizanin, who had also asked about her movies, and Emma had offered the same shaky response. Kate wasn't sure what was up, but it clearly wasn't sitting well with her sister. Reaching out an arm, she grasped her sister's elbow, and spun her around, effectively stopping her march down the corridor, "What is going on?"

Emma raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"

"With you! Something is going on. Everytime someone asks about your films, you freak out. Or you put that fake smile on."

"I don't fake smile."

Kate snorted, folding her arms over her chest, her hip cocked out to the side, "Please. It's the same smile we both do when we get those god-awful gifts from relatives. Trust me, I've seen it enough times to know."

The actress shook her head, "Nothing is wrong."

"Don't lie to me."

"You wouldn't understand."

Kate shrugged, "Try me, Emma."

Emma sighed, biting her lip, "How many people do we know that have had their partners move away to Brisbane or Melbourne for work, and they've tried to keep their relationships going." A look of realisation dawned on her sister's face, and Emma continued, "I've watched so many people pick their careers over people they love, and it's gone down the toilet. They've grown apart because of it."

Kate shook her head, "You're away from us but we are still fine."

"I wish I could see you guys more. If I go for these movie roles, they want me in Italy for six months, or in Spain for four months. When will I get to fly back to see you guys or Punk? I'd rather go for the smaller movies in the US, so I don't spend as much time filming and I can halve my time between you guys and him."

Kate wrapped an arm around her sister's shoulders, leading her down the corridor, "You're my big sister. No matter what, we are going to support you in anything you do. I get that you're homesick. I get that you're worried about Punk, but I don't want you to throw this all away because of us. Be selfish for once, Emma. Go make that movie in Italy. It's going to be an opportunity of a lifetime."

Emma's lips quirked slightly, "You just want me to go because you get to visit me and meet DiCaprio."

The younger Stevens smirked at her sister, glad to see a smile on her face, "Do you blame me?" She tugged her sister closer, hugging her tight to her side, "Please Emmy, just think about what you are doing okay? Like I said, be selfish for once. As long as you bring me back presents, I'm fine."

Emma laughed, wrapping an arm around her sister's waist. She led her down the corridor towards the catering area, and kept her arm tight around the younger girl. Her sister continued to chat away, and Emma's mind drifted from the thoughts of her blossoming acting career and her feelings of homesickness. She knew she had to deal with the problem sooner or later, but she had a lot of thinking to do in the mean time just to make sure that she made the right decision.

Tuesday, 7th February

"So how much trouble did Mike get in?"

CM Punk groaned, running a hand over his tired face. Turning his head to the side, he stared at his girlfriend lying down next to him in their bed. As soon as the February 6th show for Raw had ended, Punk had caught the first flight out available to get home to Los Angeles. Much to his delight, his girlfriend was there asleep in their bed, rather than out promoting some new endorsement. The WWE Champion had collapsed right next to her on the bed, his arm wrapped tightly around her. True to his form of not sleeping much, the Superstar was already awake with his girlfriend before 9am the next day. He kissed Emma's neck, snuggling into her side. The Raw show had been exhausting, and unfortunately, an incident occurred and Miz had missed his spot, causing Truth to get injured. Ron was a friend of Punk's as well, and it was painful to see the talented Superstar land on his neck like he had. "Paul Levesque teared him a new one, but he should be alright. It's a first time."

Emma nodded, sliding over her boyfriend to straddle his legs. She leaned down to kiss the older man and smiled against his lips, "You want breakfast?"

"Are you using the stove?"

Emma slapped his chest, earning a groan from Punk, "You're an ass."

Punk smirked at her, sitting up to meet her eyes, "You love me."

"I do, and just so you know, I'm not using the stove."

"Thank god-OW! SERIOUSLY!"

Emma grinned, jumping off him and the bed. She pulled on his discarded shirt over her undies, and made her way to the kitchen to fix them some breakfast. Punk followed her, pulling on a pair of shorts to cover him. He threw himself into a barstool around the kitchen island, and watched as Emma made them cereal and fruit for breakfast. He smiled to himself. If someone had told him a year ago, that he would be living with a Hollywood actress, watching her make him cereal in his Icecream bar tshirt, he would've laughed in their face. But right now, he couldn't keep the smile off his face, as she danced around the kitchen. She placed the bowl in front of him, and went to dance away, but Punk reached out an arm to grab her and pull her back to him. He kissed her soundly, and she giggled, pushing away from him, "Love you."

Punk's eyes danced with amusement as he watched her shake her ass to the fridge to get the milk, "Love you too."

During their breakfast, a knock at the door startled CM Punk and Emma. Emma raised an eyebrow at Punk, who shrugged. Neither of them knew who would be visiting at 9am on a Tuesday morning. She jumped off the kitchen stool, and headed into the hallway towards the front door. Punk continued eating his breakfast, listening to whoever it was that was disturbing their morning.

"You rejected Martin Scorsese?"

Punk paused from eating his cereal, and listened carefully to the shrill voice that was coming from the other room. Standing up, he made his way to the hallway, hiding out of view as he watched Anna Meares stalk into the apartment, yelling at Emma.

Emma raised an eyebrow at her irate agent, her arms folded over her chest, "Good morning to you too, Anna."

Anna spun around, her hair flying, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Have you? It's 9am?"

Anna pinched the bridge of her nose, a scowl marring her features, "I just got a distressed call from Martin Scorsese's people asking if you could please reconsider taking the film role."

Emma sighed. This was the moment she had been dreading all week. She had contacted the various movie directors and producers on her own, rather than getting Anna because she knew that her agent would've outright refused to reject the roles that Emma was certain she wanted to reject, "I didn't want to go."

"To Italy?" shrieked Anna, "Do you know what kind of an opportunity that was? Who cares if it's in Italy?"

"I do!"

"What's wrong with Italy?"

"It's too far."

Anna paused, the realisation hitting her. She laughed, disbelievingly, shaking her head, "You turned down a role because you'd be too far away from him." She threw her arms up in the air, "Why not just throw away this acting career, Emma? Huh?"

Emma shook her head, "It's not like that. He's got so much going on now, with Wrestlemania coming up. I want to be there for him. They want me to be in Italy next month for preproduction work. I can't do that." She paused, chewing her lip, "Plus my family, Anna. I'm 23 years old and I'm so far away from them. I can't keep leaving people. I'm sick of being alone."

"Emma, this is serious. You turn down Scorsese, who knows when you'll get another opportunity like this?"

The young actress shrugged, "I've got plenty other offers-"

"Which you've rejected half as well!" cried Anna, "Don't do this, Emma. I get that you love that man, but don't jeopardise your career for him."

"I'm not jeopardising it!" yelled Emma, "I just want an easier workload! I'm just starting out, Anna. I barely see my family. I am now barely going to see him. I don't want that."

Anna ran a hand through her messy hair, "I understand why you pulled out of that movie from a few months ago. Sure, young love. New life. Whatever, you were getting settled in. But right now, Emma, you need to seriously think about what you want from this." She sighed, stepping closer to the young woman in front of her, "I told you this before. You're both from two different worlds. I told you it wouldn't work when they collided. And I'm telling you now, you need to seriously have a think about what you want." Anna moved towards the front door, opening it wide to let herself out, "Call me, Emma. Please. Think about it." She shut the door behind her and disappeared, leaving Emma to stand in the foyer of her apartment alone.

"You rejected a role?"

Emma spun around to face Punk, as he made his way towards her. She chewed her lip, realising he most definitely heard the conversation between her and her agent. "Look," She started, "It's not what I wanted."

Punk raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, "Don't lie to me. I read the outline for the film when you left them lying around the bed. It sounds amazing."

"It'll be amazing for some other actress."

"Don't do this," said Punk, "Take the movie."

Emma shook her head, "No, I don't want to."

He shook his head, "You do."

"I don't!" cried Emma, her face crumpling, upset, "I want to have a life. I don't want us to be seeing each other once every six months, or communicating via a fucking webcam. Who knows? We might drift apart and I don't want that."

CM Punk ran a hand over his face, frustrated. He wasn't going to let her do this. This is exactly what Stacy had said to him, and exactly what he had been fearing for the past few weeks, "Emmy, we aren't going to drift apart. So, we're not going to see each other for a few months. That's fine. If we want this to work, we are going to make it work."

Emma sighed, chewing her lip, "I want a life for us. Haven't you thought about that?"

"We have our life together. We live here or Chicago. I travel for my job and you travel for yours." He paused, "What more could you want?" His stomach immediately dropped when Emma stayed silent. Maybe John and Randy were right. Maybe Emma was always going to want more than this. He shook his head, disbelieving, "Emma, isn't that what you want?"

The dark haired actress sighed, wrapping her arms around herself, "I figured you weren't the marrying type. But I at least thought you wanted to settle down and be domesticated eventually."

"Eventually, Emma," said Punk, his shoulders dropping as he released a sigh, "But right now, I got a good five or six years left in me before I start taking time off. I'm being groomed to be the next face of the company. I'm not letting something like this pass. Just like you shouldn't give those roles away."

"It's not what I want anymore."

Punk watched her carefully. His gut started to fill with dread as he realised what he needed to do in order for his girlfriend to be happy. Closing his eyes briefly, he knew he would eventually regret this, but he wasn't going to stand back and watch Emma throw it all away, "Before me, what did you want to do?" At Emma's frown, he repeated the question, "What did you want to do before you met me?"

Emma stared at him, quizzically, but she replied, unsure of what he was doing, "I wanted to be in movies."

"And when you met me?"

"I wanted to be with you."

Punk shook his head, the guilt rising in his gut, "And if you hadn't met me?"

The realisation dawned on Emma, and her eyes widened in fear, "Don't do this-"

Punk cut her off, "You'd still be doing films. Something which you've loved for ages. I talked to your sister. I know about how you dreamed of walking the red carpet, and I sure as hell aren't letting you throw it away." He watched, his own heart breaking as Emma tried to hold in the tears, "I love you, but I can't watch you do this to yourself. You're going to be unhappy when you see these films come out and you know you could've been a part of it." He paused, his voice shaky, "I'm sorry baby."

Emma reached a hand forward to clutch his tshirt, "Punk, please."

"I love you so much, Emmy," He mumbled into her hair, as he pulled her in for a hug, "But I just want to see you happy." He kissed her head, feeling her cry into his chest, "I don't want you to live with regrets, Emma." Punk clutched her tightly to him, "In a year or more, I'll be waiting for you, okay?" He felt the faint nod against his chest, and his own eyes filled with tears. He swallowed hard, not wanting to cry in front of her. He knew this was for the best, but it was still the most painful thing he had ever done. Watching her heart break in front of him had torn him apart. But he was doing it for her. For his Emma.

Emma Stevens could do nothing more than cry hopelessly, as she watched her boyfriend, now exboyfriend, pack his bags a few hours later. She hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, her eyes filled with tears, watching as he filled the last of his bags. Punk crawled onto the bed, leaning forward to kiss her. His hand cupped her face gently, his hazel eyes sad, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Punk kissed her on the forehead, his lips remaining there for a while, and then he moved away, grabbing his bags and heading for the door. Emma heard it slam behind him, and she fell back onto her bed, sobs wracking her body. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, and she reached for it, pressing it to her ear.

"Open the door."

Emma frowned, and moved to the front room, swinging open the door. She burst into tears, when she spotted Zac Efron standing there, "Zac.."

He nodded, grabbing her in a hug, "I know, baby. He called me before." His heart broke as his best friend cried into his chest, her sobs wracking her body. Punk had explained everything to him. Zac agreed with what he was doing, but watching the aftermath was a lot worst than what he had imagined in his head. He only hoped they could both bounce back from this, and not mope around, pining for each other.

Friday, 10th February

"Yo, Punk, Emma coming to Elimination Chamber? Paul wants to organise visitor badges for people."

CM Punk sighed heavily, and shook his head, "Nah, she's not coming."

"She coming to Raw the next day?"

"No."

John Cena paused, watching his best friend wrap the tape around his wrists, slowly. Something wasn't right. He had a sick feeling he knew what it was, but he wasn't so sure, "She ever coming to a show again?"

"No."

His eyes fluttered closed, and John groaned inwardly. Exactly what he had thought, had happened. Taking a step forward, he sat beside his best friend, and patted his shoulder, gently, "You alright?"

Punk finished taping his hand, and inspected his handywork, "She wanted to give up the big ones for me and her family. I wasn't going to let her do that."

The former WWE Champion nodded, "You did what was best." John Cena didn't know what else to say. Instead, he patted his friend's shoulder, absentmindly. He continued to sit beside him, unsure of how else to comfort the 32 year old next to him. He agreed with what Punk did, but right now, as he took in the WWE Champion's tired appearance, he knew that Punk was not coping well with the absence of his girl from his life. Emma was a huge part of Punk. John had never seen his friend so smitten by a girl. Sure he had been linked with other women, but none made him smile and act so happy like Emma had. There was a long pause shared between the two friends, before Punk broke the silence.

"Then why do I feel so shit?"

A/N: Oops sorry! Don't hurt me! Stay tuned for another update, and if you haven't already, check out The Summer That Was.