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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

Chapter List
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See Chapter 1 for disclaimer!

Author's Notes: A big thank you goes out to Jade_Obsession

This chapter is going to be a little boring (at least I believe so), because it's mainly a filler until you get to the end of the chapter. It's there, that you're going to need to really pay attention. I'm not happy about this chapter, but like I said, it's mainly a filler, I'm really just wanting to get to the main point of this story. So I'm trying to get the small side stuff out of the way.

The real drama is going to be starting really, really soon... I hope you guys are ready for the rollercoaster ride that's coming!

In the fic, we're going to pretend that Punk did that snow angels thing in, in Pittsburgh. Truth is, I forgot where they really were, so I needed to come up with something. Pittsburgh, just seemed to settle well with me.

Now on with the show!

Chapter 13: Risking Myself To You...

As Persephaine looked out to the clouds as the plane she was on passed them by, she couldn't help but reflect on everything that lead her to now. It's been ages since she finally felt like writing songs again. Now all of a sudden, she had the overwhelming urge, to just let it flow again. Digging out her notepad, and a pen, she flipped her tray down and put the pen to the paper. Punk, who was sitting beside her, looked over at her, and gave her a curious look. Putting down his book, he watched her with curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh, don't interrupt. I'll explain after wards." She told him, as she wrote furiously.

"Okay..." He said, turning his attention back to his book. He knew how it was when you were concentrating on something and didn't want to be interrupted.

Every emotion that she had for so long, was being poured into this song that she was writing. Not too many people who met her nowadays, knew that she used to be a hell of a singer and songwriter, back in her younger years. She spent countless hours in her childhood and teen years, training to perfect her craft. She absolutely adored being a singer, and her biggest dream was to become a performer. When she got with Jake, she realized that was a fantasy and not possible. He drug her down to her lowest point in life, when she concentrated on making his dreams come true, instead of her own. Realizing that she still loved writing, she moved her passions to another avenue, going to college to accomplish a new dream. A dream that she was now living in the WWE's creative department.

She had to let go of Jake and her pain, if she wanted to move on. This was a huge step to taking her life back, and Persephanie couldn't help but to feel elated. A lone tear slid down her cheek as she continued to write. The hell with Punk seeing her this way, she was tired of hold this wall up. He didn't deserve that shit anyway.

"Phil, I need a favor." She said to him, without looking up from her notepad, as she continued to write away furiously.

"What do you need?" He asked her, looking at her again.

"I need the name of a good recording studio in Chicago. I need studio time." She told him, still not looking up.

"Hmmm... well, I have some buddies who would be more familiar with that. I'll make some calls when we land. Are you okay?" He asked her, as he noticed the tear blots on her paper.

"I'm fine, just finally feeling a familiar sense of peace again. The normality that I've been missing for so damn long." She answered him back, still writing away.

"Alright sweetheart." He said with one last lingering glance at her, before turning back to his book. He couldn't figure out why she was acting so out of the norm, but he trusted that she would tell him when she was ready to.

Several minutes, she finally sat back in her seat, and was looking over what she had wrote. At the same time, the captain announced over the loud speaker that they would be landing in Chicago soon, and fasten their seat belts.

Both Punk and Persephaine, put their belongings up, and fastened their seat belts, preparing for the descent to the ground. As they were about to land, Persephaine reached over and held Phil's hand. His head was laid back against the seat, with his eyes closed, when he felt her reach for his hand. Punk couldn't help the small smile that graced his features. She was cute when she was nervous.

After landing, exiting the plane, and collecting their luggage, Phil smiled as he saw his buddy Scott Colton standing outside of the airport.

"What's up buddy?" Punk said shaking Colt's hand and doing their bromance hug that guys everywhere were famous for.

"Shocked as shit, that you're back already, didn't you fly out several hours earlier? Missed your lady already Punkers?" Colt teased back.

"Well, of course, but I feel like I just won the lottery, I have both my ladies at the same time." He smirked as he nodded towards Persephaine, who was standing off to the side, playing on her Blackberry.

"Holy shit! You brought her here! How the hell did you manage that?" Scott whispered harshly to his friend. Over joyed that his boy finally did it.

"We had a small break through. As you know, my mouth can be pretty persuasive." Punk eluded with a smirk.

"Details man!" Colt grinned.

"Go fuck yourself Scott. Not in this life time." Phil laughed at his best friend.

"You sly motherfucker!" Scott said giving his friend a smirk.

"Persephaine, I want you to meet Scott, aka Colt Cabana." Punk said leading her over to Colt.

She put her phone in her purse, and greeted him with a smile on her face, giggling uncontrollably.

"Hi," She said between giggles.

Punk busted out laughing right then and there.

Colt had the biggest shit eating grin on his face that Punk had ever seen.

"You weren't lying when you said you were a fan, were you beautiful?" Phil said as he continued to laugh at her.

She rolled her eyes heavenward, and stopped giggling, her face turning bright red.

"Sorry." She mumbled sheepishly to Colt.

"Don't be! I think it's awesome! Did you do that to him?" Scott asked her, pointing to Punk.

"Actually no she didn't." He answered back, suddenly pouting. Now that he thought about it, he was a little jealous. Which made Colt's smile grow even bigger.

"I cursed him out to be honest." She said with a smile.

"Dude, you suck and I'm the best!" Colt said throwing an arm around Persephaine's shoulders. The brunette did a face palm, and looked over at Punk, who was laughing at her reaction to Colt.

"No he doesn't, actually. He's the best for one simple reason." She said with a smirk of her own, that could rival Punk's. With that she walked up to him, grabbed him by the front of his black hoodie, and kissed him.

Scott's jaw dropped, apparently something changed when Punk flew to see her. Something major happened, indeed. He was determined to find out what.

After she was done, she looked at Phil sheepishly and said, "He's got my attention."

Phil smiled at her and then looked his friend.

"Help me with these bags, and let's get the hell out of here."

With one last peck to her lips, he told her to get in his Altima, and then went to help Colt with their bags.

She climbed in the backseat, and figured she would let the guys have their catch up time, as she popped in her ear buds. Persephaine listened to her music, as the guys climbed in the car, and Phil started to drive. Soon into the drive, she fell asleep, completely forgetting to ask Phil to drop her off at a hotel she made arrangements at.

After noticing that Persephaine was out cold, Colt looked at his friend.

"How did you do it man?" He asked him, as the rain pounded against Phil's windshield.

"I don't know, we were asleep one minute, kissing and starting to fool around the next, and then she said the friend word again. You know how much it annoyed me last time. Well, we kinda got into an argument and I just told her what's up on my end. I let her know that I'm sick of her just thinking I'm like all other guys. You and I both know, I have my asshole moments, but I'm not like other guys when it comes to women. Then, I don't know, it was like she realized that she had to give up that wall or this, what ever it is, was going to pass her by." Punk told him honestly.

"Sounds intense man." Colt said with wide eyes.

"It was, I swear to God I thought this was it. No more, she was going to throw me out, and never want to see me again. I actually raised my voice at her, and I didn't mean to, but when she practically told me that she thought that I was going to treat her like other guys, then tried to make it not seem like that, I kinda blew up on her. I hate when women do that shit. She figured that out really quickly. But it seemed to push her into finally opening up. Turns out, she feels the same way I do." Punk said, turning on his left blinker at the stop light.

"What the hell?" Scott asked shock.

"Yea, after I kind of yelled at her, she seemed to snap and all those emotions that she thinks she so good at hiding, came out. Like I said, it was intense."

"Damn man, so that's how you managed to get her here?"

"Pretty much. We'll be flying out early Monday morning to Pittsburgh, but for the weekend, I just want her to get to know me and vise versa. She's a strong woman, she's not like the others." Phil said seriously.

"You mean she's not like Maria or Elizabeth." He said turning his attention out the window.

"Exactly. Maria was hard, we cared about each other, but it just got to the point that she became jealous over rumors. It was hard to walk away from her, I grew to care about her a lot. Beth was even harder. I thought she was the one, then she got jealous over me doing an interview with Amy. Amy and I decided we were much better as friends, but I don't think Beth even understood that. I left Amy and got with Beth, and then when I spent time hanging out with Amy and then she came to see everyone backstage on RAW the next night, Beth assumed I cheated on her. She tried to humiliate me by unfollowing me and Amy on twitter, causing fans and dirt sheets everywhere to go into an uproar. As you remember, I ended things with her soon after." Phil said as he remembered his past.

"Yeah I actually liked Beth too man. But shit happens, you know." Scott agreed.

"Good thing too, because if things go according to plan, I could be the biggest face change in the company, and I need someone who can handle that by my side instead." Punk smiled.

"I can't believe she's actually working so hard to push this. You think you can handle it?" Colt asked.

"I know I can. She makes me realize that, everyday. I'm sick of the shit, and I've been sick of it for five fucking years. I'm going to make changes happen, and I'm going to do it with her help. Fuck them, if they can't get behind it, they will be left behind in the dust." Phil said, as he turned onto the street leading to his penthouse.

"It's about time man, that place needs a reality check. Persephaine's right, you're just the one to give it to them too." Scott laughed.

"You're damn right I am." Punk smirked at his best friend.

The next morning, Persephaine awoke to sunlight creeping into the room where she was sleeping, and an arm wrapped tightly around her midsection. Feeling alarmed because she didn't recognize her surroundings, she started to stir.

"Relax," Phil mumbled from beside her.

Instantly she relaxed into his embrace.

"Sorry, I didn't realize where I was." She mumbled back.

"It's alright, you're in my room. You didn't wake up, so I carried you in here. If you want, I can set you up in the guest room after we get up." Phil offered. She smiled.

"That's fine. What ever you want. I did have reservations at the hotel, but they're probably canceled now, seeing how I missed them this morning." Persephaine told him.

"Why in the world did you do that?" He asked her sitting up, his short hair falling around his eyes.

"Do what?" She asked him, confused.

"Make reservations for a hotel dumdum." He said back, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Because I didn't want to impose." She said sheepishly.

"Bullshit, you're not imposing, you're staying here with me." He told her firmly.

"Yes sir, Mr. Bossy." She answered back with a smirk.

He smirked into her shoulder, as he kissed it.

"Damn right." He said.

An hour later, they were both up. Persephaine was in the shower, and Phil was making breakfast, when Colt came jogging through the door.

"Whatever it is, save me some man! It smells great!" Colt said as he went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle.

Phil laughed at his best friend and roommate, and nodded his head.

"Go get cleaned up Scott, you stink and I don't need you scaring Persephaine away during breakfast!" Punk said laughing.

"Asshole," Colt mumbled with a smirk and took off for the bathroom.

A minute later, Phil heard a loud scream, followed by a slamming door and Colt bolting down the stairs.

"What the fuck man!" Colt exclaimed.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry! I forgot that she was using the main bathroom! Fuck!" Punk said as he raced up the stairs to check on Persephaine.

"You couldn't have let her use your bathroom?" Colt asked, glaring at his friend.

Once Phil made it to the bathroom, he knocked on the door.

"Go away Colt! Jesus, ever hear of knocking dude?" She shouted.

"It's me sweetheart. Are you okay?" He asked her through the door.

She opened the door, and was standing there in a towel.

"I'm alright, he just scared the shit out of me. I was not wrapped up in a towel, so I was standing here, butt naked and drying off, when he just walks right in. I'm so embarrassed!" She said covering her face in her hands. Punk just laughed and walked in the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

"I'm sorry beautiful, it was my fault. I forgot to let him know you were in here, and I think that he thought that you were using my shower in my bathroom." Phil told her hugging her to him.

She looked up at him and sent him an evil glare.

"To be fair, I don't think Colt was ever expecting that either." Phil said laughing.

She sighed and hugged him back.

"I'm sorry, you're right."

"No, it was my fault, I wasn't thinking." He said cupping her face in his hands and kissing her on the lips.

She kissed him back, as she reached for the door handle behind him. Half way through the kiss, she yanked open the bathroom door, and pushed him out.

"I'll be down in a minute!" She said laughing, as she shut the door in his face.

He growled as he stomped down the stairs to the kitchen, and finished cooking breakfast.

After breakfast was finished, and a few awkward glances and apologies from Colt and Persephaine, Punk gave her the information that she needed about the recording studio. She then, stepped outside on his balcony and called the number on the paper he handed her. She wanted to get in the studio today, if possible.

Once she arranged everything with the manager, she walked back inside, grabbed her bag that had her phone in it, and her notepad.

"I'll call you in a few hours. I really want to record this track while my inspiration for it is still fresh." She said smiling at the guys.

"You want me to take you?" Phil offered.

"Nope, I'm gonna take a cab. You guys hang out and have guy time. I'll call you to come get me when I'm done." She said, practically skipping out the door when she heard the taxi driver honking his horn.

Suddenly remembering something, she ran over to Phil and kissed him on the cheek.

"Everything will make more sense when you pick me up. I promise." She told him before she ran out the door.

"Women." Colt said to his friend with a smirk.

"You're telling me!" Punk laughed, as he grabbed a pepsi out of the fridge and joined Colt on the couch for a movie.

A couple of hours into the session, Sam was already loving working with this girl.

"Persephaine, you have a natural talent for this! I'll admit, I was sketchy at first, but I'm really impressed. You have a very good knowledge of musical and vocal arrangements. This isn't your first time is it?" He asked her.

"It is in an actual studio, but I've recorded a lot of stuff at home when I was younger. I save every dime I made, and bought my own second hand equipment. That's how I learned to properly use it." She said back with small smile.

"Well you're a freakin' natural! I had no idea when Phil, told me that he had a friend who needed studio time, that he meant someone who had a real knowledge to be in a studio!" Sam exclaimed.

"I'm just happy, we got the musical and background vocal arrangements, out of the way. I can record the song now!" She said excitedly.

Well get in there girl and lets hear that beautiful voice again." Sam said practically shoving her into the recording booth.

She laughed as she took her lyrics and sheet music to the stand where the microphone was located. Taking a few deep breaths and warming her voice up, she gave Sam a nod signaling that she was ready.

Little did she know that Sam had texted Phil to get his ass down there. He needed to see what was going on.

"Persephaine, I'm going to black out the glass. It'll help you get in the zone better. It's a two way mirror, so realx. I'll be able to see you, but you won't see me. It'll help you concentrate on what you're doing a lot better. Alright?" Sam called out over the microphone.

She gave him a thumbs up, as he hit the switch for the glass. After he blacked out the glass from her view, he called out to Phil, whom was waiting outside the door to the sound booth.

"Come in man." Sam said with a smile.

"Sit down and take a listen to this. She's gonna blow your fucking mind." Sam said excitedly.

Phil knew that it was really hard to impress Sam, so she had to have done something right.

Sam started the music, and began to work the sound boards.

A few seconds later, Persephaine began to sing the song she wrote on the plane.

I'm trying not to pretend,

It won't happen again and again like that.

I never thought it would end,

'cause you got up in my head, in my head like that.

And made me happy, baby, love is crazy,

So amazing, but it's changing, rearranging,

I don't think I can take anymore

[Chorus:]

'Cause the walls burned up and our love fell down,

And it turned into whatever, now we're saying never.

Feel the fire 'cause it's all around,

And it's burning for forever and always.

You gotta let it go the other way

And live for another day,

'cause it ain't the same, my baby.

Watch it all falling to the ground.

No happy ever after ‒ just a disaster.

"Holy fuck!" Punk exclaimed.

Sam laughed.

"Told ya!"

I didn't want it this way,

I only wanted to say I loved you right.

But now you're walking away,

And leaving me here to stay,

So foolish of me to wait for you to realize

All the things I gave you, made you,

Changed you, your dreams came true

When I met you, now forget you,

Don't want anymore

[Chorus]

'Cause the walls burned up and our love fell down

And it turned into whatever, now we're saying never.

Feel the fire 'cause it's all around,

And it's burning for forever and always.

You gotta let it go the other way

At least for another day,

Cause it ain't the same, my baby.

Watch it all falling to the ground.

No happy ever after ‒ just a disaster.

You shot the bullet, you shot the bullet that killed me,

Not feeling my heart beat, and now it's dying.

I am through it, I-I am through the agony,

Now my eyes are drying, drying,

No more crying,

Lying's just a game.

So disaster strikes,

And I'm alright

'cause my love's on his way... yeah

Burning up forever and always... yeah

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck!" Punk said, as his eyes damn near popped out of his skull.

"Now that's the kind of talent I like to work with! Where the fuck were you hiding this girl?" Sam asked him.

"I wasn't. I didn't even know she could do this until now." He told him honestly.

"Well, I know she said she wrote this about her ex. Said something about letting go, and starting over." Sam answered him back.

Phil just watched on in shock.

[Chorus:]

'Cause the walls burned up, and our love fell down,

And it turned into whatever, now we're saying never.

Feel the fire 'cause it's all around,

And it's burning for forever and always.

You gotta let it go the other way

At least for another day,

'Cause it ain't the same, my baby.

Watch it all falling to the ground.

No happy ever after ‒ just disaster.

'Cause the walls burned up, and our love fell down,

And it turned into whatever, now we're saying never.

Feel the fire 'cause it's all around,

And it's burning for forever and always.

You gotta let it go the other way

At least for another day,

'Cause it ain't the same, my baby.

Watch it all falling to the ground.

No happy ever after ‒ just disaster, just disaster

Burning for forever and always, yeah.

"I'll be the first to admit, this isn't my kind of music, but damn she's amazing! I could listen to her sing all day." Punk told Sam, as he sat there shell shocked.

"Persephaine, come here girl, I have a surprise or two for you!" Sam said over the microphone.

She set the head phone back on their stand, and made her way into the producers booth. Upon entering, she received quite the shock.

"Punk!" She exclaimed, her face turning red.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that you were a singer?" He asked her, still in shock.

"Truth be told, I was going to tonight. I was going to let you listen to this after I finished cutting it." She smiled at him.

"Well, you sound beautiful. I'm shocked. I never expected it." He said pulling her onto his lap.

She turned red, and asked Sam to play everything back for her.

Persephaine sat quietly as she listened to the song. As someone who has been doing this for years, she wanted to make sure she didn't screw up anywhere.

After clearing everything with Sam, who burned her a CD of it. Punk and Persephaine, soon left the studio. On the way back to his apartment, she looked over at him, and smiled.

"I have some news from my meeting." She told him.

At this, he glanced over at her.

"What's that."

"You're getting your number one contenders spot for the WWE championship." She smiled at him.

His eyes grew wide, and he looked over at her for a few seconds.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked her. No hints of joking around.

"Yup. I suggest you start showing off that smart ass side. It's going to come in handy pretty soon." She smirked at him.

"Persephaine, you have no idea just how much of a smart ass I am." He smirked dangerously at her.

"Maybe, but either way, I can't wait to find out." She smirked back at him.

They spent the remainder of their weekend in Chicago together, watching movies, going out to eat, hitting Punk's favorite spots including comic book shops, riding bikes together, and so on. At night, they would would hang out and watch movies. All the while talking and getting to know each other. Persephaine, couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed in someone's company. It was nice, and she felt herself growing closer to him every day. He was a gentleman the whole time. The night before they had to wake up early and fly out, she fell asleep in his arms watching a movie. It was perfect, and when Monday rolled around, she was reluctant to leave, as was he.

Before they left his place, to go to the airport, she stopped him at the door, and looked him deep in the eyes.

"Thank you. You've not only showed me a new side of you that I couldn't have dreamed about, but you also helped me achieve marking Chicago off my list." She smiled at him.

He smiled back at her, cupped her face and gently kissed her.

She realized, over the course of this weekend, one major thing.

She absolutely loved kissing Philip Jack Brooks.

And she smiled into their kiss.

As did he.

Pittsburgh was in alive with energy, as Monday Night RAW kicked off.

CM Punk sat in the ring, as the crowd was a mixture of boo's and jeers, and commanded their attention.

"I want my number one contenders spot for the WWE championship against John Cena, and I'm not leaving this ring until I get it. If you don't want to give it to me, I suggest you watch me lay here and make snow angels!" He said as he laid on his back in the middle of the ring, and pretended to make snow angels. To which the crowd seemed to laugh. His humor was starting to win them over.

Soon the dinging sound from the laptop went off, signaling a new, "email," from the RAW GM.

Michael Cole, stood at the stand the laptop was on and began to read the email.

"Punk, I agree you do deserve a title shot. You have been winning your matches all by yourself, and I admit, I'm impressed. But if you want me to think about it, I suggest you leave the ring immediately, before I dismiss your request."

Punk smirked dangerously to Cole.

"Like hell, I'm not going anywhere." He said into his microphone, and laid back down making snow angels again.

The computer went off again.

"Punk, I have a surprise for you. You want to blow me off, and pretend that what I say doesn't matter? Fine. I'll leave this decision up to my new assistant! She's there in my place to assure that my every command is followed through. I think you remember her, and I think you remember her very well. In fact, to my assistant, who is in the back, please make your way to the ring. The decision of Punk's future quest for the championship is completely up to you. And Punk, just remember one thing, what comes around, goes back around." Cole ended the email.

Punk sat in the ring confused. The King and Cole were debating who it could possibly be, as the lights went out in the arena.

After a couple of minutes, a spot light settled on the top of the ramp, and AFI's, "Miss Murder," started to blare through the speakers. Standing under the spot light was a woman wearing a black and white one sleeved, dress and black platformed high heels. Punk smiled immediately. He then licked his lips, and gave her a come hither signal with his finger. The crowd roared with approval as the recognized Persephaine. She looked up towards the ring with a dangerous smirk planted firmly on her face.

Holding up her microphone, she looked at Punk who was sitting in the middle of the ring.

"Hello Punk. Remember me?" She smirked.

The song I am using in this chapter is, "Disaster," by: JoJo (All rights belong to JoJo and her respective labels. I'm only borrowing it for entertainment purposes, and no money is being made from me doing so.)
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