A/N: Just like John Cena likes to rape my AIM, CM Punk keeps invading my mind. Whoa, settle down, Kylie. Not like that. And not like how Cody invades Chantel's dreams, either.

The entire WWE was overseas on the years European tour. After an early show, a couple of the Superstars went to the gym for a quick workout.

CM Punk was on the bench press, lifting way too much weight way too quickly. "Dude, what are you trying to do? Get a fucking upper body like John Cena?" Carlito asked, approaching the clearly angry ECW Superstar.

"No, Carlito, that would involve steroids, and I like my penis size, thank you very much," Punk growled, now pushing the weights up and down even more quickly.

"Wow, that was too much information, man. You want me to spot you? You could hurt yourself, dude," Carlito offered, worried about his fellow coworker.

Punk quickly pushed up the weights with a final thrust. With a loud clank, he angrily placed them back up on the holder. "No," he said, getting up from the bench and going over to the punching bag in the corner. He started to violently punch it and do Brazilian jujitsu kicks on it.

Carlito thought that Punk was either going to break his foot or knock the punching bag off of the chain it was attached to. "What is wrong with you, man? Are you alright?"

With every punch and kick, Punk answered Carlito's question one word at a time. "I…fucking…hate…Jeff…fucking…Hardy."

"Beth, it's early," Kylie whined as she answered her phone.

"Shit, it's two in the afternoon over here. I forgot it's only eight in the morning by you. My bad," Beth apologized. "Did you get it?"

"Get what?" Kylie asked, still groggy from being forced out of the realm of sleep.

"THE WWE CONTRACT YOU MORON! What else would I be talking about?" Beth hollered from the other side of the line.

Kylie scratched her head, trying to remember what happened. Needless to say, she was spending some time with her best friend, her syringe, last night. "I have a dark match before a SmackDown and ECW taping…I think it's the first one after you guys come back from that European tour bullshit you're on now."

"RAW's in the same city the day before. You're coming with me," Beth demanded.

"Whatever," Kylie yawned and then hung up the phone, rolling over and going back to sleep.

RAW

"You're especially giddy this evening," Beth noticed about Kylie.

It was true. Kylie was all smiles. She seemed to almost skip as she walked down the hallways next to Beth.

"Maybe," Kylie laughed.

"Why?"

"Because we're at RAW, and RAW is so lovely…" Kylie trailed off, getting a dreamy look in her eye.

"Which boy do you want to fuck?" Beth asked as she rolled her eyes, predicting what was up with Kylie's happiness. After all, it had to be a guy. Well, either that or she just pumped some major drugs before they had met up to come to the arena.

"Obviously Jeff," Kylie grinned.

Beth smacked her forehead, emitting a very loud slapping sound. "Uh, Kylie? There's something you should know about J—Punk?" Beth questioned, not expecting the ECW Superstar to appear at the RAW show. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"John Morrison and I arrived in town a day early, so we figured we'd come down here anyway and have some fun," Punk explained. Just then, John Morrison walked up to the group and stood next to the Punk. He nodded at Kylie and Beth to acknowledge their presence and added an old school Johnny Nitro style "uhh."

"So, Kylie, I was thinking…You know, I really was a jerk to ditch you like that, so…" Punk said.

"Sorry, Punk, I have to go and find Jeff," Kylie grinned, this time really skipping off.

Punk's eyes reduced to slits and he let out an angered and disappointed sigh. "Uhh, shot down," Morrison said, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Go have a threesome with Melina and Batista," Punk jested back.

"Ouch," Beth joked, knowing about Morrison's past relationship with Melina and Batista's current one with her.

"No, he'd push her out of the bed to get to me. We all know he likes guys," Morrison said, almost covering his behind with his hand in case Batista was coming down the hallway at that moment, but then walked off.

"Sorry about the girl, Punk," Beth tried to console, but it didn't work.

Punk pursed his lips, nodded at Beth, turned around, and walked off.

"Hey, Jeff," Kylie said, approaching the Rainbow Haired Warrior.

"Oh, Kylie, I want you to meet someone," Jeff smiled. "Baby, come over here," Jeff called to the other side of the catering room.

Baby? Kylie thought, forming her face into one with a look of confusion.

A tall blonde woman approached the two wrestlers. "Kylie, this is my girlfriend, Charlie," Jeff said.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you," Kylie said with the fakest grin that she could pull off at the moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Punk asked, seeing Kylie's distressed state later on in the night.

"Jeff has a girlfriend," Kylie said.

"Oh," Punk said, trying not to sound completely excited.

"So, anyways, what were you going to say to me earlier? Were you going to ask me out again tonight?" she smiled.

"Yeah, I was."

"Do you still want to go?"

"No."

"What?"

"Look, Kylie, I like you. But you can't just crawl to me because Jeff has a girlfriend. It's not fair to me. You either like me or you don't. I'm not a fucking yoyo that you just toss around and then bring back to you. Besides, you're on drugs still, and I don't like that. I'm not going to stop liking you, but I don't know if you're ever going to like me."

"Punk, I—"

"Save it, Kylie."

A/N: Erm, this is almost done…maybe like one or two more chapters…