Late again. Yeah I know. I have my quarter examine in a week and I've been trying to cram in study sessions. Oh the joys of being in am advanced program in high school.

Nope I don't own WWE (Thanks Hunter) or anything related to it. I do indeed own Kristian.

-Punk-

Look at them. All cuddled up with each other, talking and sharing random laughs. She laughed so hard she almost fell out of his lap, and he laughed so hard no sound came out. Psssh whatever they're laughing at couldn't be that funny. Oh that's peck on the lips number eight thousand five hundred and forty two. If my eyes could narrow even more I'll turn Chinese. If I growled one more time I'll sound like a beast.

I've been sitting here watching every small interaction between Kristian and John. Horrifying, yes. Amusing, none the bit. Honestly I could do way better than what Boy Scout can. So it was no surprise when I suddenly stood up and my legs automatically drove me in the direction of the sofa they were sitting on. I also wasn't in control of pulling her from John's lap and pressing my lips against hers.

I guess it was my competitive side taking over, my need to show how much better I am than him. I mean I already prove it in the ring, so I guess the next drive was to prove I am relationship wise too.

There were thousands of gaps in the room, and I know Randy's glaring at me because I feel his eyes all over. Truly, it was only 3 other people in the room. Randy, Stephan, and Jason. So I have no idea how it sounded like more than 4 (including Boy Scout) people gasped

.Kristian on the other hand didn't seem bothered by the kiss, she actually kissed back. Her arms slowly draping over my shoulders. One of her hands ran through my freshly shaved hair while the other pulled me closer. Yeah it was pretty intense, and I loved every second (or what felt like minutes) of it.

And the winner of this match by stealing away the girlfriend; CM PUNK!Our lips parted and we stayed in each others arms as we caught our breaths. I glanced over her shoulder and gave a smirk to John, who looked a mixture of shocked, pissed, and sad.

"Phil."Wait that wasn't right, her mouth was completely moving but her voice...what happened to her sweet angelic voice? Why does it suddenly sound masculine?

"Phil!"There it is again! I grabbed her by the shoulders and started to shake her violently, maybe that'd get her voice back.

"GOD DAMN IT PHIL!" My neck snapped to the right. I blinked a few times and let my eyes wonder before they landed on the frame of Randy. I sat up straight and looked around, seeing the smiling faces of many fans. Shit! I forgot we were at a fan signing. I groaned inwardly as I took in who's next to me.

Randy. You see Randy called a few people and asked, no demanded a schedule change. One that matched mine to be particular. So scared out of their lives (how in the world could anyone be scared of a closet teddy bear?) The road agents changed his schedule. The only good thing about this is that it's only for the next few days.

I picked up the marker that fell out of my hand when I was staring off and pulled the crap load of merchandise forward. I quickly scribbled my ring name on all of the before pushing them aside and waited for the next person in line.

Dark skinned, maybe tanned. I don't know. She was tall, blinding smile and reset eyed. She may have looked goofy but her style in clothing reminded me much of Kristian. (Oh no! There he goes again talking about Kristian! Learn to live with it) Multi-striped shirt that came above the naval topped with a leather jacket. Dark washed skinny jeans, natural colored cowboy boots and a load of shiny bracelets. If I'm not mistaken Kristian has that exact same outfit. She must be a Catalyst fan as well or something.

"Oh my god he's totally checking you out!" A shorted girl squealed from behind the girl in front of me.

I chose to ignore that little comment and proceeded to sign what was given me, a picture of CM Punk and Catalyst in biker gear. Kristian was stretched out across the cycle while I leaned on the back of it with one hand in my pants pocket and the other held up to show the X in the back of it. Our most recent photo shoot picture. How did she get this? It wasn't then until I realized that it was really thin paper. I flipped it over and saw a picture of Bryan. It was from the WWE magazine. I knew it would end up in there. I quickly scribbled my name on the other side and slid to her. On to the next one.

-Randy-
My attention was on signing this last paper for the fan, but my mind was else where. For the past few days Punk had been on and off. Meaning his emotions around me had been running wild. Just days ago he'd been pissed at my presence, he even told me he strongly believed I've trapped him because of my hatred towards him. However, today he's back to being clingy. Early this morning I woke up to him clinging on to my bare torso, I could still feel the sting of his nails sinking into my skin. When I looked at him he looked so lost and scared for the moment I wondered what could ever make him that way.

There was a slam on the table and a sigh of relief from the left side of me. Punk must have finished signing his last portion. My thought was confirmed when my shoulder became heavy and deep calm breaths took over my ear.

Absentmindedly I stopped singing and planted a kiss on the top of his head. A gasp from in front of me made me remember that there was someone here. I looked up and saw the fan smiling nervously. She stared at the two of us with wide eyes.

"A-are you two..." She trailed over and pointed a shaky finger between the two of us.

"I'm his sex slave." Punk smiled, which earned him a kicked to the leg. He removed his head from my shoulder and glared at me through narrow eyes.

"No we're not." I replied sliding the paper to her. "It's kind of hard to explain what we are, but we certainly do not have sex. I have a wife and kid at home and I don't want to ruin that."

He let out a dramatic gasp and put his hand over his heart. "You lied to me? You told me you divorced her!"

I turned around with a frown and grabbed his hand from where it rested on his chest. "By all means I did lie to you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you."

A smiled slowly spreaded on his face, and I got a peck on the cheek in return of my kind words. There's an example of one of his many sides around me. I rubbed his cheek with my thumb before turning back to the fan with an uneven smirk.

"He's my best friend; this is just the way we act around each other I guess. It's been going on since we've known each other." For as long as we've know Kristian to be exact.

"But I still hate him." He added in. There's another side of Punk. Oh man am I ever gonna get out of this?

"You guys are weird." Those were the girls' final words to us. I watched as she walked off the platform and somewhere in the mall.

Phil twisted around in his seat so that his legs rested on my lap with ease. I turned to face him after I put the cap on my marker and saw he had his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. If the word beautiful could describe a man then it would describe him. Handsome isn't good enough, sexy makes me sound like a man who chases after older men and hot is too much of a feminine word.

To be honest I don't know what I feel. I have a wife and kid at home but when I'm around this man it's like they don't even exist.

Yeah we "hate" each other but he knows and I know that this "hate" really isn't hate. I like to think that we fuss and fight with each other because there's something there. But then again it's just what I think.

But what I do know is being here right now with him is the best feeling in the world. I'm actually thankful that most of the road agents fear me. I don't know what Punk would've done at his state of emotions. I've been his savior ever since Jericho decided to bring up his unfortunate past. He's broken, lost and I feel that I'm the only one that could piece him back together. I'm the rock and he's the paper. He's so delicate that just one blow of strong wind could make him fly away, but I can prevent that.

"Let's get moving guys; Punk has a house show a long way from here." The road agent that came with us called up from the floor. Punk opened one eye and groaned. The feeling of having him close left when he swung his feet to the floor beneath us.

"Come on you." Punk poked my cheek and stood from his chair. "You can continue to stare at me in the car."

And stare at him in the car I did. The only difference now is he actually stared back. I don't know if he was staring at me to stare at me or if he spaced out again. Whatever the answered I had no intention on breaking neither the silence nor the stare.

His eyes held wonders, confliction, agony, affection. But while all those emotions ran through his eyes, his lips were twisted in a smirk. Actually they were frozen into a smirk; it's been that way since we left the mall.

My fingers gracefully danced across the blue jeans he wore. The muscle and skin underneath trembled as he bobbed his feet on the left side of my thigh. His hands rested behind his head that leaned on the windows glass. Headphones were prompted in his ear, carelessly blaring faint music into the hushed car. My leg started to vibrate, that's when I noticed that it wasn't the sound of Punk's headphones but it was my phone.

"Why are you calling me?" I answered scooting to the edge of me seat.

"I-"

"You know what don't even answer that, don't call me again." I hung up the phone and stuffed it back into my pocket. I let out a muffled sigh and went back to my relaxation.

"Who did you just momentarily go viper on?" Phil asked. I turned my head towards him and saw that he held one of his head phones in his hands.

"Don't worry about it baby." I patted his leg and gave my best reassuring smirk. His body flinched but quickly relaxed again. He slowly nodded his head and put the ear piece back in its place.

Now time to go back to watching him.

-Kristian-
Blue words scattered across the page. Some complimented each other perfectly, while others certainly did not make sense. I was young then so it made sense for me to have such sloppy hand writing and misspelled words. Pages crinkled and crippled, blood and tear stains vividly reminded me of those unfaithful nights. Hateful doodles and hearts decorated the pages. Smiles from pictures of Adam and Jay matched random paragraphs or entries.

Almost every page went in depth about broken bones, infected scars, loneliness and broken hearts. My spin tingled and tears threatened fall even years after the brutal attacks. I never thought of my childhood being this horrible until I actually read about it 21 years later. I didn't know that my young self could go this in detail about that battle for being different.

I was so shaken that sleep didn't come to me last night. It's not that early in the morning but I'm the only "kid" that is awake. What kept me up? This journal Adam found while searching under the bed for whatever reason. I don't even remember tracking my days of misery but it's clearly stated here.

This thing goes as far back to my teen years and boy do I feel so embarrassed. There were countless pages of things about Jay-Jay and the dreams I had of him. Not to mention the few songs I wrote for my high school Music Theory classes. The songs mixed in my misery with my unexplained undeniable love for Jay.

But you're smile stops the pain
And my tears that is rain
My heart beats faster
When I hear your laughter
And when you save me
From the hate
I could fly
To heavens gates.

God, please I beg of you kill me now! I tossed the notebook across the room and buried my face underneath a pillow. Maybe I could suffocate myself and make it look like Cena did it. There are many psychotic boyfriends out there and I'm pretty sure after he finds out my dirty little secrets he will be one too. So why not do it now?

Speaking of dirty little secrets I better hide that notebook before Jason decides to pick it up. I wouldn't want him to find out about my age old crush now do I? I looked at the spot where I threw the notebook and measured the distance I have to take to receive it. More than 2 steps, I'm not getting it. It'll just stay there for the time being.

Time flew by faster than I expected it to. Before I knew it, it was 12:00 in the afternoon and all I've done was sit here and try to write out my decision promo. The other guys are up but Cena and Jay went on another "date". I'm not saying Adam's boring, no. It's just that these past few days both of them had been on the go. I barely got to spend time with Cena and Adam keeps complaining about not hanging out with Jay.

Wait actually this time away from Cena is good. The more he's away from me the more time I get to hold back my secrets. Do I plan on telling him about Phil and me? Yes, but I don't wanna risk anything it's too early in the relationship. Besides anybody could go a day in their lives without knowing anything about Punk and me. What's the worst that could happen if they ever find out? The least they'll do is shrug about it.

Now that I think about it Adam was over reacting. So what if Phil and I ever dated, it's none of their business and I never judge who he dated. I actually became good friends with Amy who's both of their exes, and Adam is good friends with Punk. Problem solved and equalized.

"Whatever happened to you and Punk anyway?" Adam asked throwing the ball in his hand at the ceiling. I didn't respond quickly for I was too lost in my writing. The sound of the ball hitting the palm of his hand and ceiling echoed through out the room. I scribbled one last word down in my notebook before dropping the pen and closing the book shut.

"I choose not to answer that." I answered tucking the book back into my suitcase. I knew he was reading my facial expressions, that's how he came up with that question. I need to learn how to think less animatedly. I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks and makes faces in the process.

"You're not, I think that way too." The ball hit the ceiling again and fell back to his hand. He looked up at me with a smirk. "But ima get that answer outta you one way or another."

Not today.

"Maybe not but in the mean time I'll just read that journal over there." He sat up on the chest and pointed to my old journal that I left on the floor. I shrugged and fell back onto the pillows, putting one over my head. I was tried and I planed on taking a quick nap. There was a shift in the bed, which meant he must have gotten up. The sound of feet hit the floor but when I grew closer than further away I became curious. I pulled the pillow over my eyes just far enough to see what was going on. I scanned the room and found nothing out of place, but Adam was crouched down looking under the bed. I gave second thought to if he was really trying to look for something or if it was just cover up but I was too lazy to make action so I put the pillow down. Not long after then I drifted to sleep.

-Adam-
I waited a few minutes before quietly crawling to the side of the bed. Her breathing was pretty even, and she hasn't moved an inch since five minutes ago. But I just wanted to make sure she's really sleep. I pulled the pillow from her eyes just enough to see them closed. A wicked smile played across my face as I dropped the pillow and crawled back to her suitcase that held her notebook from earlier.

I was going to fine out about her relationship with Punk. Even if I have to violate her privacy in order to do so. The cover of the book was of course covered in randomly signed pictures of Stephan and a few others, but on the very front was a picture of Her, Punk, Victoria and Barbie years ago.

No time for distractions. I opened the book from the back and flipped all the way to the beginning of it. Surprising it was dated back to 07. Starting with the first entry, nothing but a picture of her and Mike in their ring gear. Geez this is just like her text messages.

I begin to blindly flip through the pages and stopped on one that was dated December 17th 2008. Just two days before her birthday.

It's Punk's and I one year anniversary and I was sent on a high. No body found out about my relationship with Punk, but those of who are on the ECW brand. Because of Mike and Matt I haven't been able to talk to Punk since the show started. They held him captive in Mike's and John's locker room while I sat in the catering with Barbie and Victoria. They were surprised that Punk and I have lasted this long, they thought we would've fallen apart within the first three months. With how similar we are and how much we fight. But we seemed to have showed them all we were pretty serious.

After the show we did have the best night ever but Punk just had to bring up the way John hugged me earlier, so I brung up how he just couldn't keep his eyes off of Maria. Yeah that shut him up, for a while. About ten minutes later he just randomly started to push my buttons by calling me every name in the book not to mention every name in his book. I lost my temper (me and my short temper, huh?) when he brung up how I was a fatherless. Funny how he talked so much shit about me not knowing my father but never realized he's practically fatherless too.

"Why don't you go outside and play hide-and-go-fuck-yourself?"

"Calling you stupid is just a insult to stupid people."

"History will judge me harshly for not killing you."

"Fucktard"

"Fuckface"

"Shithead"

"Dumbshit"

"I worship the ground that awaits your grave."

"With a face like yours I'd be very careful of who and what I make fun of."

It was actually fucking hilarious. We began to laugh at each others insults some time during the middle of the argument. It's crazy of us really but I'm just glad that it didn't end with violence or tears this time.

Oh yeah lets not forget to mention the hot make up sex afterwards. And boy was that make up sex great.

Another night that I can't live without -K.I.C 3

I closed the book and stared at the front cover. I just found out a lot of things by just going back one day in her life. Some things I could've lived without knowing and some I'm a bit surprised about.

Like the fact that their relationship was everything but loving. Maybe somewhere there was some form of it but from what I read, it was basically sex, fights, and jealousy. Mental note: Kill Phil when I see him.

Luckily that's two days from now.

Well for the mean time, I guess I'll just go through that other journal she has. Boy today must be my lucky day!

-Randy-
Punk busted into the locker room clenching on to his title and breathing heavy. I thought he would've just gone straight into the shower like he usually does, but today was different. Instead he tossed his title over the back of the chair and threw himself down on the couch, right across my legs.

The sweat from his body begun to soak into my clothes. His chest rose and fell on my legs and his heart beat was unsteady. I enjoyed this moment, but it's not the same after what I now know.

During his match his phone beeped insanely. It drove me crazy and I just wanted to put an end to it so I picked it up to find out why. Turned out to be his sister just checking in on him and she'll call back later. When the call needed the message screen popped up, the name read Kristian. I didn't mean to invade his privacy by any way but curiosity got the best of me. The messages I read at the beginning were small talk or questions about how's it been on the road. It wasn't until I "accidentally" took a really long scroll down and ended at the bottom of really old messages. I was pissed at half of the things I saw, but mostly I was shocked.

I now understand what they mean by 'Curiosity killed the cat'. Instead this time its 'Curiosity killed the viper'.

Yeah it killed me inside to find out that they kept such a secret from me. My own daughter and husband. Wow. But I should've suspected it. I've been noticing that their behavior around each other is more like an old married couple. A really old married couple. That and when they kissed on screen it looked as if something was there. Tension mixed with something I can't really put my finger on.

I wasn't going to bring up anything. I was going to wait it out, let them both tell me first. I was gonna play dumb, dumber than Festus, dumber than half of the WWE referees, dumber than John, dumber than... I got nothing else but you catch my drift.

"We leave in five minutes. The tour bus is almost ready." Punk spoke up after a long time of catching his breath. "We're going to Chicago for a day then back on the road for Raw."

"Ok." Punk sat up and looked me in the eye. It was an intense stare down before he tore his glaze away and pulled himself off my lap. I listened as bags were unzipped and the sound of clothes was pulled on. It wasn't long before he was ready to go. We walked down the halls hand in hand, we didn't get any strange stares which was fine by me. The more off of my mind the better. The whole walk was silent and peaceful. Too peaceful.

"What's wrong?" Punk asked as we walked to the parking lot. "You haven't said a word in a long time."

"Why you miss my voice?" I asked with a smirk. Punk clicked his tongue and started to swing our joined hands back and forward.

"That's a tough question." He answered truthfully. "But ask me in a million years and maybe I'll be able to answer that."

"We wouldn't even be alive then." I chuckled. Punk shook his head and waved a finger in front of him.

"You see Randal, I do not die." He stuffed his hand inside his pocket "My legacy will live on forever therefore I will live forever."

"That," I untangled my hand from his and wrapped it around his shoulders "Is why I love you."

Punk let out a soft laugh and grabbed my hand his right. "Everybody does Randy, everybody does."

We walked to the bus in comfortable silence. I started reconsidered even saying I loved him, but it just slipped out. I didn't want to say it with all of the things that's in my head at the moment. I knew that nine times out of ten I was going to get an answer close to that. He's right though, how could you not love this guy? But would it hurt to just say 'I love you too?' Even if it's meant as a joke or said halfheartedly.

"You know where to go right?" Punk asked his driver as we stepped on the bus. The driver nodded and put the car in gear. "Good I'll be in the back."

Most of the ride I stayed in the front and he stayed in the back. I took that time to nap and get caught up with Alanna and Sam. Talking to them cleared my mind just for a while. Phil stepped in and plopped down next to me sometime during the conversation. My thoughts started to over whelm me again making it hard to pay attention to Alanna. It was the worse decision but I had to get off the phone, fast.

When I got off the phone Punk looked at me strangely before throwing himself across my legs again. The smell of body wash was strong on his skin. His hair glistened as small droplets of water ran down his face and got trapped on his eye brows.

"Let's watch movies and all those things a couple does." Punk's words were muffled by my leg but I heard the words movies and couple.

"We're not a couple." I shook my head and ran my hand through his hair. He removed his face from my lap and looked up with a hurt expression.

"But..." He whispered his bottom lip quivering. This isn't the first time I saw Punk this hurt, but the causes were never my fault.

"There are too many things keeping me from being with you." I spoke honestly. Though I spoke the truth it only seemed to hurt him more. I saw his eyes regain that same lost and scared expression. They watered and became a shade darker. He didn't even speak; he just got up and went into the back room. With one last glance, the door slammed shut. And that was the last of Punk I saw today.

Poem 100% original. You do not know how long it took me to think of that. *I suck at poems*

Anyway we all know who called Randy. The one, the only...