THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! They keep me going! XD And if you love Punk and John like I do, feel free to follow me on Tumblr! (check my profile for my Social Media options).

Punk heard his apartment door being opened. Not by force but via use of a key. There weren't many people who had a copy of his key. He was hoping it wasn't his mother. Not in the mood to deal with her. The door opened, followed by the sound of footsteps. No voice though. The steps grew closer. Punk turned over and popped his head out to see a certain funny man in the doorway, giving him a look.

"What do you want, Colt?"

Colt laughed, coming into the room.

"That's not a very nice welcome."

"I'm not a nice person."

"You haven't been answering your cell phone."

Punk's eyes looked around. His cell phone wasn't on his bedside table or the chair in the corner charging. "I honestly have no idea where it is." He muttered. Colt sighed and looked around the room. He would try to call it but he suspected it was on silent or else Punk would have a clue as to its whereabouts. But it could be anywhere amongst the empty bottles of Pepsi and various food containers. "You need a maid." Colt commented. Punk snorted in response. Colt sighed and looked at his longtime friend.

"You've been home for four days. A rare occurrence and yet no one has heard from you. No calls, texts, or tweets."

Punk just gave him a blank stare. "If I haven't communicated it in any sort of way, how did you know about it?" It was a good question.

"Your mom called me. She was worried so she asked me to come by."

"God forbid she could do it herself..."

His mother was so kind at times. He could have been murdered and his own mother would send someone else to check in on her little boy. Colt started to play Frogger with the trash as he approached the bed. "So what happened? What's wrong?" Punk turned over, "Nothing. I'm fine." He felt the bed dip as Colt took a seat on it.

"Come on, dude, I know you better than that. You do this every time you get really upset."

"No, I don't." Punk replied, still keeping his back turned. "Um, yes, you do. You lock yourself away in your room, drink too much soda and eat nothing but take out. And even worse, you leave it a huge mess. I haven't seen it this bad since we saw the Catwoman movie." Colt explained. Punk turned slightly and hissed in response.

"We do not speak of that movie! You know that!"

Colt laughed at his friend's response. Punk sighed and once again turned away.

"Come on, dude. Tell me what happened. It must have been something big..."

There was silence for a good minute as Punk contemplated telling in. In the end, he figured it might help to talk about it.

"I...confessed to John..."

Colt didn't say anything at first. Honestly, what could he say? He knew about his friend's feelings for John but since their last talk, he was sure his friend was over him. Punk had always been one to hide his bisexuality, fearing that would hurt his wrestling career. Slowly, very slowly, he had started to express his attraction to men. He never dated one before because when it came to men, it was all about feelings and not looks as it seemed with women. Based on his reaction, he assumed the result hadn't been what Punk wanted. "Oh...what did he say?" Colt asked.

Punk turned over, only from his eyes up were visible.

"He didn't really say anything. He left after asking me how long I had felt that way. My guess is that he was so disgusted with me that he couldn't bear to hear me talk about it any longer than he did. I came home and haven't heard about it or from him since. I was convinced he'd go to Mr. McMahon and I'd either have to stay away from him or be fired."

Colt let out a small laugh. Punk slipped under his blanket in response. "Some friend you are..." Colt patted his shoulder through the blanket.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. They won't fire you. Your contract is up in July."

"True..."

Punk had thought about that once or twice. If things were so bad, he could always leave in July if he hadn't recovered by then. He didn't want to think about that pain at the moment. All he wanted was to be left alone. He knew Colt was just worried about him but he didn't want people to worry about him. He was a man who could handle his own life. At least, he thought he could. He felt Colt's hand squeeze his shoulder lightly through his blanket.

"I don't know what to say, buddy. Time heals all wounds. If you were anyone else, I'd say 'fuck him' and get you drunk."

Punk couldn't help but laugh at that one.

"There we go. I do have one thing to ask you though. Come on out from under there."

"You make me sound like I'm four."

Punk sat up in his bed, finally exposing his inked chest to daylight for the first time in over twelve hours.

"What is it? And no, I didn't try to kiss him."

Colt laughed. "Naw, you aren't the initiative type when it comes to that stuff," He patted Punk's head, "Why did you take over Nexus? Aren't they the people who beat you and John up last year?" Punk looked at Colt, running a hand through his hair. He thought most people had forgotten he had been a victim of the first Nexus attack. The main victim had been John; he had been off to the side with Luke.

"I thought people forgot about that...honestly, I don't know. I guess if I surrounded myself with people who needed me, I wouldn't need to feel needed by John."

Colt couldn't help but giggle. Punk gave him a 'not an appropriate time to laugh' look. "Don't look at me like that. It's ironically funny. You are pretty cute when you are unsure." Colt smiled, playfully punching Punk's cheek. Punk smiled, but only a little. He was happy he had friends like Colt or he would quite possibly go insane. Well, more insane than he already considered himself.

"Now get up, take a shower but god knows you need it-"

"Hey! It's not tha-"

"Yes. Yes, it is. Just take a shower. I'll clean up this shit and we'll go get you a new comic book or two."

Punk thought about it for a minute.

"And a new action figure?" He tested, with a raised eyebrow. Colt sighed, "Give an inch and you take a mile...sure, why no-" And just like that, Punk rushed from bed and into his bathroom.

"All the motivation I need."

Punk walked with Colt into the local comic book shop. Punk hadn't been there in some time but traveling the country and sometimes the world caused that. However, his first stop was always the same: the new arrivals. Colt was too distracted by the cute girl behind the counter to follow. Punk took note that she must have been hired recently because Colt was in here at least every other week and must have never seen her face before. Punk heard the rustling of boxes and papers he could only assume were coming from behind the desk.

"Hey there, sweetie. Need any help?"

"Leave it to Colt to hit on a girl by offering manual labor."

The girl laughed in response. At least it was a sound of amusement and not the slap of her hand hitting his face. "Thank you, white knight." She replied, "That would be appreciated since these boxes are kind of heavy and there are a lot of them." Colt nodded and grabbed one of the boxes from behind the counter. Punk hoped that the girl's boss or even worse her boyfriend would not walk in and see this pathetic attempt at getting a date any time soon. Punk flipped through the new arrival bin as he heard the ripping of cardboard and packaging tape.

"No way! Wrestling action figures in a comic book shop?"

"You have to be fucking kidding me…"

The girl let out an amused noise. "I know, right? Wrestling is big with comic nerds apparently."

"Do you like wrestling?"

"Not at all. Well that's sorta a lie. I totally dig John Cena!"

Punk shook his head, trying to force his ears to stop eavesdropping on the conversation. That name was not one he wanted to hear right now. Luckily, the girl had no idea that two wrestlers were in the very same room as her. "So…you don't know anything about wrestling at all?" Colt inquired, finding this situation as funny as his friend did.

"All I know is that my baby Cena is being harassed by some guy named CM Punk."

Punk stopped his rustling of the newest releases at the sound of his ring name. The world was slowly out to make this week the worst of his life. He continued to listen to the conversation as his friend started to speak, evidently taken back by the same thing.

"...oh..."

"Good choice of words as always, Colt."

"Yea, but it's ok, ya know? Cena always wins in the end. Besides...I did my research." "Research? Like what?"

Punk stayed silent and continued to listen to the girl talk, still completely unaware that the man she was speaking about was in that very room.

"My friends and I did a search on Google about him."

"But things on the internet aren't always right..."

"Ya but listen to this! Apparently the guy is a huge manwhore!"

Punk stopped what he was doing and just stood there facing the shelf. He didn't know how to react to that. Apparently, neither did Colt.

"Who says that? I'm sure he's not-"

"Are you kidding? He's banged tons of women! Conveniently they are all wrestlers but I'm sure he bangs a new chick in every town he goes to."

Punk felt his eyes begin to sting as his hands curled into fists.

"But just because the guy had lots of girlfriends doesn't make him a manwhore!"

"Why do you care? If he isn't a manwhore, then he just sucks at relationships in general. I wonder why anyone would want to be with him at all..."

There was a loud THUMP. Colt turned to see his best friend on the ground, sitting with his shoulders slouched. There was no doubt he had been listening to what the girl had been saying. The girl let out a little gasp of concern. Colt darted over to his side, "Phil, are you ok?" No response. He touched his friend's shoulder but a hand instantly brushed it off and hard. Punk jumped to his feet and ran out the door. Colt just knelt there for a moment, unsure of how to handle the situation. "Is he...ok?" The girl asked, still oblivious to Punk's actual identity. "Not by a long shot..." Colt mumbled, as he got up and rushed out the door after him.

Colt made it outside but Punk was nowhere in sight. He wasn't in the car or in the parking lot. There was a sudden shattering of glass from the alley behind him. Colt turned around and took off. As he approached the turn, the banging of something metal and the sound of broken glass got louder. Right as he turned the corner, he heard Punk screaming. Not in pain, but anger. He stopped and looked at the scene before him. There was a broken TV at his friend's feet. Blood was dripping from his knuckles, most likely from punching the wall. Trash cans were tossed around, their contents littering the ground. Punk's breathing was heavy, as he collapsed into a sitting position with his back against a wall and his heading hanging low.

"Shit, Phil!" Colt ran around the mess to his friend's side, "Calm down before you get really hurt."

Colt knelt in front of his friend and held his bleeding hands. They were gashed pretty well but not the worst Colt had ever seen them. Colt reached up and slowly pulled the other man's hood down. What he saw crushed him inside. Punk looked up at him with thick streams of tears staining his face. He started to sob, fresh tears falling down.

"I-I-I...I-I-I..."

Colt wrapped his arms around his friend and pulled him close. "Ssh. It's ok, I know. That girl was way out of line." He petted his head, "She has no idea what she is talking about." Punk wrapped his arms around his friend and squeezed tightly. He hadn't had a breakdown like this since a confrontation with his father many years before.

"But what if she's not?"

"Dude, you aren't a man whore. Promiscuous sex is against being straight edge, isn't it?"

Punk let out a few more sobs and leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. "Yea...it is. It doesn't count for relationships though but even then...I didn't sleep with all of them! Just because people start dating doesn't mean they fuck right away," another sob escaped his mouth, "What if-if that's why John rejected me? What if it's because I can't hold a relationship?"

"Phil, you're fine. Nothing is wrong with you. Your relationships have been fine. Like look at-" He stopped and thought for a second. "Well recently...no..."

Punk let out fresh tears and a few more sobs. "Exactly! Even you know it. The last relationship I did right was Maria...and even then! I'm just not meant to have anyone...I'm good at short term things. I'll never get married or have children..."

That was all Punk could say before he felt vomit rise in his throat. He was getting too worked up emotionally and he had a tendency to throw up. The last thing he remembered was pushing Colt back so he didn't vomit all over him. All he could feel was Colt massaging his shoulders as all his emotions and food from the past few days came pouring out of him.

Thank you to all who continue to read! A fun note! I also made it seem like there was something between Colt & Punk by accident. Although I ship it, I want them to be set more like brothers. I'll continue working to update as soon as possible.