A/N : SO MUCH HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER

*~* JOHN POV *~*

It happened the thing that every boyfriend doesn't want to hear the words that meant the end of a chapter in your love life the words that sting your very heart into depression and your very being into distraction. After that day with Chris Jericho and the very hot make out session and hand job we produced I felt alone the next day as I got a text from Randy saying that he heard everything and he wants to break any ties with me of dating or even seeing each other A text not a phone call or even a face to face talk no I got the worst junior high break up message anyone can get and it hurt all that more. Those words could possibly come true despite the fact that we work together but not always on the same time.

The next four days became hell for me as work didn't even distract me from the consequences of kissing Chris and losing the only man I have ever truly loved for 6 years of my life. I noticed after three weeks of not talking to Randy how close Sheamus my best friend and Randy became ever since they became as the fans call them the CelticVipers a tag team for wrestleMania against the shield. I looked on from a distance to watch how Sheamus's hands would linger longer over Randy's shoulders or the way Randy would smirk that obvious flirtatious smirk he used to use on me when he wanted sex or just to check me out towards Sheamus.

Vince obviously saw something between Sheamus and Randy and stuck them rooming and booking in locker rooms together and that made my blood boil all that more for the betrayal of both my ex boyfriend and ex best friend. Myself on the other hand I had bigger problems with being roomed and traveling with Punk again it was difficult to see my old master in the same room as me let alone being in his presence without being cautious or suspicious. Chris and Miz where also always by my side we went everywhere together and it was starting to feel like they where intentionally trying to keep my mind off of Randy Sheamus and Punk just to have a good time and cheer me up, not that I blame the two it was just weird being with Chris again and not have him advance anything sexual or intimate at me.

Megan Cena my 5 year old niece was traveling on my tour buses and staying with me on the road till my brother Matt and his wife Katherine came home from Italy on there 8 year anniversary and really I didn't mind I love hanging around my niece it was a good distraction from my problems. I want someone to talk to right now and a shot (or five) of Brandy wasn't much for conversation. I was supposed to be relaxing in a five star hotel before the show tonight but I couldn't. All I kept thinking was of Randy and Sheamus and how they betrayed me how I was so stupid as to believe that once Randy cooled off that he would want to talk it out make our relationship stronger after this incident but I over estimated that once Randy's angry its hard to get him to not hold a grudge. Maybe drinking wasn't the smartest thing to do at the moment specially when I have to be at the arena in less then two hours and I'm having a hard time keeping a clear head as it is. I look over towards Punks side of the hotel room to see his clothes and shaving kit slung everywhere and I squint as I see a fold of a picture hanging out his suit case and with the little strength I have left from drinking so much I push from the bed onto my wobbly feet the room starts spinning and I lean down to hold my stomach from lurching out vomit but all that reduced to me getting light headed and I start to breath deeply to gain control of myself. "come on John get a grip on yourself your John Cena for Christ sakes get together!" I say through tired gritted teeth as I straighten myself to move towards Punks bed again.

I raise the lid of the suitcase moving aside tons of black and white hoodies that he's so famous for with sweat pants and a couple expensive running shirts for his morning jogs. I squint a bit as my finger tips touch a metal picture frame and I get a hand full of it before dragging it out to get a better look, I have to blink a couple times to clear my alcoholic filled vision to get the features of two heads to one and I stand still and look obsessively over every inch of the half naked man in the picture as I clear my throat in pain and restriction of my air lungs at the romantic sight of myself. I stumble back between our beds till my back collides with the hotel wall to hold myself straight as I keep my eyes glued to the picture. The picture held a sight of myself fully naked a hotel bed with pure white sheets hanging off my hips just barely covering my cock I'm lying fetal position with my knees bent and the outline of my ass on display as my head lay innocently on a crimson red silk pillow asleep with rose pedals strung across my stomach and thigh to the bed outlining my figure to perfection.

I breath threw my nose as I hold in a cry of memories to the very thing I have lost many months ago. I slide down the wall as I feel my jean covered ass connect with the rug covered floor in despair as I try to remember the night but nothing comes to me with my mind so weakly thinking. I hear a rap of knocks on the door but all I do is cover my face in my lap tightening myself in a ball to get away from the intruder wanting my poor attention. The hotel door was pushed open by a grumbling Punk as he places his keys on the nightstand but stops abruptly in amusement at seeing a balled up John on the floor with a painful looking grip on a silver picture frame. Punk walks a little in with a laughing Megan and Chris trailing behind as we got breakfast before our long day at the arena with autograph signings for Wrestlemania revelation tour.

Punk sets down the bags of McDonalds as he slowly approaches the kneeling John cautiously not to disturb him from his thoughts. He then scrunches his nose as he spots a half drunk bottle of Burgin and now knows why Johns acting so weird as he's drunk off his ass "John what's wrong?" Punk asks slowly but before he can say anymore John swiftly much to swiftly for being drunk "Fuck you, asshole!" John yells as he grabs Punk by his shirt collar and slams him against the wall. He holds him in place as he breathes heavily against Punk in silent frustration. (John's POV) : I stare dead in Punks chocolate brown wide of shock eyes as he raises his hands in surrender starring straight back. I growl in anger as Punk leaves my attention to look back at a silent and shocked Megan and Chris standing at the doorway "Chris take Megan to the arena I'll be fine John and I need to talk" Punk says casually calm as I look over with a flash of regret as I see tears run down Megan's little face of fright at my actions and all I want to do is hold my little niece and tell her its alright but right now I need to make my statement to Punk clear. Chris looked from Punk to me with love shining through his eyes and I had to look away before I succumbed to Chris's silent plea as I hear Chris gently ask Megan to leave with him and shut the door to leave Punk and I alone finally.

I seethe and lean a little closer to Punks face as he made no move to fight back and let me take the lead "how in the fuck did you get this!" I state pulling the Picture of me asleep naked on a bed in Punks view as I see a flash of uncertainty before it vanishes leaving a very tired looking man in its place "Randy gave it to me the night we had a threesome for the first time when I was still your master" Punk replies in almost a board stance. I take a tighter grip on Punks shirt pulling him forward till he's nose to nose with me as I push him back harshly making him stumble a bit as he hit the wall again. "your lying Randy would never give this picture of me on our fist date night to anyone he loves this picture with a passion he gets mad is anyone touches it why would he give it to you of all people" I say skeptically as I watch Punks own termoiled mind come up with an answer that didn't sound ridiculous.

Sighing in defeat I watch as Punk leans in "fine Dwayne did it he made me go to Randy's house in St Louis the day you where off and separated from each other to tell Randy that Chris went home with you that night to seduce you and that's when Randy called you to warn you but he heard the proof instead and that's when Dwayne for a present for my actions gave me that picture he stole from Randy's suitcase the night they had to share a locker room." Punk explains making me crumble at his words that Dwayne was behind all of this but I just played his game right into his hands by making out with Chris anyway and now Randy hates me just the way Dwayne predicted. Tears ran down my eyes as I slid down Punks still body to the floor as I curled up in a ball of misery as I finally realized that just when I thought I could get rid of Dwayne he comes right back swinging…

I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS KIND OF SMALL BUT RIGHT NOW I HAVE SO MUCH HAPPENING IN MY LIFE ITS GETTING HARD TO THINK UP STUFF BUT I DO HOPE THIS SATISFYS YOU FOR NOW