A/N: So this was going to be the chapter that ended the entire story (other than the epilogue afterwards), but as I said earlier, I'm continuing the story. In the story, I had put their Twitter names, but it won't let me put the at sign, so just know the areas talking about Twitter where they're names are, are supposed to be their Twitter handles. Anyway, enjoy! :)

Recap:

"I don't think our relationship is gonna work out." Punk sighs. "Why? Because I won't fuck you?" John asks, leaning up, even more angry. "No, of course that's not why!" Punk states, and John sighs and sinks into the bed next to him. "Then why?" John asks, feeling a bit defeated. "All we do is argue about everything. All I do is make you cry. And I know it wasn't your fault, and that you didn't mean to do it, but you just keep hurting me. This just isn't working." Punk says, rolling his head to look at John. "I can try to stop arguing with you. I can do comprimise, I promise. And I'm an emotional guy. We've just been going through a lot! I swear I won't ever cry again. And you know I'm so, so sorry for hurting you! Phil, please don't end this. Please don't leave me!" John begs, curling into Punk's arms. "Stop it. Stop it before you cry. No one ever said I was breaking up with you." Punk says, holding onto John tightly. "Then what are you saying?" John asks, looking up at him. "I'm just stating the obvious. No matter how long we draw this out, it's not going to work. Why would it? This was a dumb idea to begin with." Punk sighs, [...] "Shut the fuck up, and just get this over with." Punk hisses. John chuckles a bit, then pushes the head in. "AH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK THIS! NO! NO! FUCK IT! NO!" Punk starts screaming, as John pushes in further and further. [...] "It wasn't that bad." John chuckles, leaning up to kiss Punk. "Be quiet. Go to sleep. I don't want to talk about it. My ass still hurts anyway. Go to sleep. I'll worry about killing you tomorrow." Punk grumbles, screwing his eyes shit. John gives a hearty laughs, then closes his eyes, drifting to sleep along with Punk.

Sunday 7AM; John's House:

"Ready to go?" Punks asks, waiting at the door. "Uhm, yeah." John mumbles, taking a last look around the house. "You going to be okay?" Punk asks, wrapping his arms around John from behind him. "Yeah, I'll be fine." John replies, turning his head a bit so Punk can see a fake smile he puts on. "You don't have to do this. You know that right, John?" Punk reiterates, but John just shakes his head, "It's alright. I wanted to do this. I just…I'm just having a last look around." John explains, blinking back tears. "Take your time. I'll wait for you out there, okay?" Punk kisses John's neck, then walks out the front door, closing it behind him.

John stares around the house some more as he thinks about all the bad memories he made for himself and Elizabeth, and at how Punk tried to help change that, only for John to create even worse memories for he and Punk by sleeping with Randy. He thinks about all the ways he's hurt Elizabeth, and all the ways he's hurt Punk, and how he wishes he could go back to his High School graduation and change so many different things about his life.

As he thinks, the tears spill down his face and he drops to his knees, quietly weeping. He tries to keep his noise level to a minimum so that Punk doesn't hear and come back in to catch him like that. That's the last thing John wants.

But wait, then maybe Punk will see how truly sorry that he is. John just can't believe that Punk's forgiven him. He can't. Come on! He wouldn't forgive his own self! So how could Punk?

As John thinks about letting loose his wails of sorrow, he hears Punk curse loudly from outside. John jumps up, wipes his face clean, grabs his bags, and walks outside to see Punk waving his phone around, kicking at the ground, and cursing to himself.

"What's wrong?" John asks, approaching Punk. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Punk asks, turning to face John. "Nothing. What happened?" John asks, not wanting to get into his issues, especially when Punk is already pissed. "Go to your fucking Twitter and check your fucking mentions! Go see what that dumb bitch did!" Punk demands, and as confused as John is, he follows his orders and pulls up the Twitter app on his phone. "What exactly am I looking for?" John asks, seeing nothing but mentions from random fans. "Oh you'll know when you see that fucking shit!" Punk vaguely explains as he punches keys on his phone. John sighs and continues scrolling, sighing in irritation at the usual 'I love you JohnCena!', ' JohnCena will you plz follow me?', and 'Plz RT me! Its my bday! JohnCena' tweets that forever fill his mentions.

Eventually one catches his eye. "The one from Amy?" John asks, and by the way that Punk clenches his phone, he assumes that that's the correct answer. He goes to her page and sees around twelve repeats of the same picture that she was answering answers on. The picture is of an ultrasound with the caption '5 months! Can't wait to see my baby!'. Somebody replied and asked if that's her baby and what his name is. She responded with 'Yes! I'm pregnant :). Gage Nero Brooks.' Afterwards, she responded to a question of whether it's CM Punk's baby or not with 'Yes, it is.' Another person asked if they're together, which got the response 'No, we're not. We're not getting back together either. He seems very happy where he's at with Cena. I know CMPunk and JohnCena will be great Dads to the baby :)'.

Before John can react, he hears a female voice ask 'Hello?'. He looks up to see Punk holding his phone on speaker phone with who he thinks he recognizes the voice as Amy. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Punk screams, which confirms John's thoughts on whether it's Amy or not.

Shortly after finding out that Amy was pregnant, Punk found it best fit to just tell her about John and he. Amy took it all well, probably using that as a reason that Punk didn't want her anymore. She seemed to have comprehended that it was a secret thing, but apparently not.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asks back, thoroughly confused. "You fucking put on fucking Twitter that John and I are fucking together?" He yells. "What? Did you two break up or something?" She asks, actually sounding concerned. "No!" He replies, and there's silence for a moment. "Then what's the problem?" She asks. "BECAUSE THAT'S NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS TO FUCKING PUT OUT THERE!" He screams out in anger. "I thought everyone already knew! I'm sorry!" She yells back in her defense. "Don't you think it'd make the news or something if we told everybody?" He asks, and John nods at Punk's words. Obviously it would. "Well…I don't know. I guess I didn't think of that. I'm sorry! I'll delete it!" She explains, and Punk throws his hands up in the air before replying, "EVERYBODY HAS FUCKING SEEN IT ALREADY, YOU DUMB BITCH!" He screams, and John goes over and grabs the phone from him.

"Stop, Punk. Calling her names isn't going to help the situation." John explains, and he hears Amy mumble a 'thank you' under her breath. "Amy?" John calls out. "John?" She asks. "Yeah, it's me." He responses. "John, I'm so, so sorry. I did not do this to hurt you guys, and I didn't do it out of spite. You have to believe me! I just thought people knew. All the people I know, that knows Punk knew, so I just assumed. I'm so, so sorry." She begs his forgiveness and John sighs a bit, "Thanks. It's alr—" John tries to reply, but Punk snatches the phone back.

"NO! NO! IT'S NOT ALRIGHT! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU PUT MY SHIT ON TWITTER! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Punk continues on, on his tirade. "You know what, I tried to fucking apologize, Punk. I'm not going to put up with this though! Call me when you have the fucking decency to talk to me like a goddamned adult!" She spats back then hangs up the phone.

"I can't fucking believe her!" Punk yells to himself, and John grabs Punk's arm. "Okay, so our relationship was announced way sooner than we expected. We can make it through this!" John tries to make things better, but it doesn't help. "Can we, John? Are you not fucking thinking about all the shit that's going to happen to us beca—" Punk starts yelling at John till they're cut off by Punk's phone ringing.

They both look at the caller I.D. and see that it's Vince. They just stare, holding their breaths, till the phone stops ringing. Once it does, they both look at each other, fear in their eyes.

ONE NEW MESSAGE

The phone announces a mere 5 seconds later. Punk holds his breath as he dials his voice mail.

You have…one new message…from…Vince McMahon

The automated voice speaks, then the message plays, "YOU BETTER CALL ME THE HELL BACK IMMEDIATELY!" The message plays. Punk hangs up the phone and throws his head back in a state of mixed emotions. The phone immediately rings again and they look and see that Vince is calling back. The moment they read Vince's name, John's phone rings and they check and see that it's Paul calling. They turn to face each other, exhaustion wearing on their face, and Punk asks, "What are we going to do now, John?"

A/N: True testament of how strong their relationship is, huh? Btw, coleypunk-y2j is the only one who specifically named Amy in the reviews of guessing who is going to interfere, so congratulations! :) Anyway, like I said, this is no long the ending, there's going to be lots more! I've typed 10 chapters so far, and I'm not done, not by a long shot. So yay! I hope you all are still into this story and not getting bored. If so, please tell me. I want your honest opinions. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Leave reviews! Will post again probably Thursday! :)