RAW was awesome. The crowd was awesome. I absolutely loved that they booed Sheamus and chanted Bryan's name. I'm still pissed that Bryan lost the title in a thirty second squash match. That was ridiculous but the crowd on RAW made up for it a little bit. I'm completely okay with them continuing the Jericho/Punk feud too. They had a great match at Wrestlemania and I'm sure they'll have a great match at Extreme Rules.

Punk was sitting back in the driver's seat of his car long before John made it to him. If he was angry before about what had happened with Ziggler, he was pissed off now about what had just happened with Kane.

He was pissed that Kane apparently knew something of his relationship with John, he was pissed that Kane thought he could use him to get to John, and he was pissed at himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings. Not that he should have expected Kane to attack him in the parking lot but he'd been attacked from behind enough times during his career that he should have known to watch his back whenever he was in or even near the arena.

He was still trying to get a handle on his temper when John walked up and went around to get in the passenger side. John looked more bummed out than pissed himself.

"Everything alright?" John asked, eyeing him.

"Everything's great," he answered with a hint of sarcasm, pulling out. He hadn't hit his head too terribly hard, at least. He wasn't bleeding and was pretty sure he didn't have a concussion or anything like that.

"I know you're pissed about what happened with Ziggler…"

"Ziggler's an idiot and I'll kick his ass next week." His words were flat as he tried his best not to let the anger he was feeling bleed into his tone. John would probably freak out if he told him about Kane. Freak out and say I'll take care of it. Which, Punk had been letting him do. He hadn't interfered with the Kane business because John had asked him not to but Kane had just brought him into it.

He relaxed his grip on the wheel when he realized that his knuckles were turning white and attempted to calm down. He hadn't asked John to stay with him so they could talk about Kane or Ziggler, about their jobs.

However, when he glanced sideways at John and saw the expression on his face, he had to ask. "You're not taking what Kane said seriously, are you?"

John shook his head. "Of course not." John scoffed but he didn't sound entirely convincing. Punk had wondered, on more than one occasion, if the crowd ever did get to John.

Punk had gotten some pretty bad reactions from the crowd himself but he'd never given a shit before. Plus, he'd done some pretty nasty things to get those kinds of reactions. He'd gone off the deep end a little bit after his feud with Jeff Hardy ended and winning an award for being despicable hadn't been so surprising.

John, on the other hand…Punk was pretty sure he'd never seen John even cheat during a match. He supposed he understood it to an extent. People did like to call John the Superman of the WWE and he'd always thought Superman was a bit boring but the lack of respect John got sometimes still baffled him…and kind of pissed him off as well.

It was funny, really. He'd said some pretty nasty things to John himself over the past year. Things had definitely changed.

"What's up with you?" John asked, bringing him out of his thoughts and making him realize that he'd been completely silent for too long.

He shook himself, attempted to relax. "Nothing."

Xxxxxxxx

Over the next two days, Punk let himself forget about Kane and the mess he was in with Ziggler and Laurinaitis. He and John went out to eat, went running together, went out to several other places…

He was reminded once again why he liked John in the first place.

Xxxxxxxxx

John couldn't keep the smile off his face. Slouched down on Punk's couch, Punk beside him while a movie played on Punk's television that neither one of them was paying much attention to because they'd been talking the whole way through.

Tomorrow, they'd have to head out for the next house show but that would be tomorrow. At that moment, John gestured towards the screen.

"So, you like these crappy horror movies, huh?"

"Hey, this is not crappy," Punk said, sounding almost affronted.

"Oh, yeah, sure it's awesome." He wasn't even sure if the movie they were watching deserved a B rating. He was certain it was the type of movie that would have ended up on Mystery Science Theatre.

"Next time, you stay at my house and I get to pick the movie."

"Fine. Next time we get days off, I'll go to your house and you can pick out the movie we don't pay attention to."

"Next time?" John asked in surprise. He'd meant more in the near future. "As in next week?" Because they would get a couple of days off after the next RAW.

Punk rolled his head towards John. "Why? You getting sick of me already? Need a break?"

"No," John answered immediately. "I just figured you'd…"

"What? Not want to spend so much time with you? Like I said, I do like you." He paused, seemed to get lost in thought for a moment. "I haven't thought about my ex at all in the last two days," he admitted finally.

John drew in a breath and stared. "You haven't?"

"No." He seemed rather surprised by it but was smiling anyway. "You still like me or have you really gotten sick of me?"

"I still like you," John assured him with a small smile of his own.

"Good." Punk sat up and then leaned close to John and then they were kissing for the first time. John's arms automatically went around him as Punk pressed his lips against John's and he pulled Punk closer, until he was almost sitting in John's lap.

The kiss didn't last long but Punk didn't pull out of John's arms when he pulled his head back. "So," he asked, his eyes sparkling, "am I worth the wait?"

John only grinned and put a hand on the back of Punk's neck to pull him down for another kiss in answer.