Author: starsxhearts23 PM
Katie is given the opportunity of a lifetime when she is hired as a photographer for the WWE. While traveling with the Raw brand, Katie is able to experience everything under the sun, and perhaps even love with a certain Straight Edge Superstar.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - CM Punk - Chapters: 28 - Words: 60,654 - Reviews: 193 - Favs: 66 - Follows: 112 - Updated: 10-28-12 - Published: 07-04-12 - id: 8285748
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Once Punk found the doctor and told him Katie was now awake, he sat outside his room fumbling with his phone, deciding on whether or not he should text Sheamus back. He also sat wondering why, even after two months, Katie hadn't told her brothers about their relationship yet. He always knew her to be very open with her brothers about many things, considering they were all so close, so withholding this information from them was very unlike her. Before Punk could register another thought, the doctor poked his head out of the room and told him to wait in the sitting room; they were going to run a few more quick tests before releasing Katie. Punk went to sit down and called one of the only people whose opinions he truly listened to and valued.
"You asshole. You haven't called me in two days. If I was your girlfriend this would be completely unacceptable," he heard the undeniable voice of Colt Cabana scream at him from the other end.
"Lucky for me I have a girlfriend," Punk shot back quickly, knowing Colt would say something like he did.
"How is Katie anyway?" Colt asked, oblivious to what had happened the night before.
"I'm taking you didn't watch Raw?" Punk asked, which Colt admitted he didn't. As he retold the events to Colt he had to keep his cool again – he was still angry at Brock, but had heard last night from John that Brock had already flown out, so now confrontation could happen – yet, at least. Punk wasn't going to let Brock get away so easy.
Colt was shocked at the story his best friend told him. "She's okay, right?" he asked in a worried tone.
"Yeah, she's fine," Punk answered. "The doctor is just running a couple of more tests on her before she gets released in a bit. But we've got a bigger problem on our hands."
"What could be a bigger problem than your girlfriend being hospitalized?" Colt asked.
"Last night, I called her oldest brother, Daniel, to let him know what was going on with her. I was the one who had to tell him that Katie and I were dating," Punk said.
"Katie didn't tell her brothers she was dating you?" Colt reiterated.
"No, she didn't."
"But you guys have been dating for like, two months," Colt tried to make sense of what Punk was telling him.
"I know, Colt. That's the problem," Punk said.
"Well...shit," Colt didn't know what to say. "Why the hell not?"
"That's what I'm asking you, dumbass," Punk chirped his best friend. "Why wouldn't she tell her family members that we're dating? I mean it's not like this is a fling or anything...we're both pretty serious about it," Punk said.
"Why the fuck are you asking me these things for? You should be asking her this stuff," Colt told off his best friend. "Does she know you're serious about it?"
"I'm pretty sure..."
"Pretty sure isn't good enough."
"No, Colt...it's not like that," Punk said, burying his head in his hands, knowing where Colt was leading this conversation. "This is different. She's different. You know me -"
"I do know you," Colt interrupted him, "And I know you well enough that you're thinking of all these bad things as to why she didn't tell her family when it could be something simple. You need to just talk to her, man."
"What if I do and I make her upset. It's gonna be like I'm accusing her..." Punk began to worry.
"Then don't accuse her," Colt said. "You're making this so difficult. Just be up front with her. Tell her what happened and then ask her. If she gets angry then you're gonna need to find a way to make it up to her, but that's all a part of being in a relationship, you know."
"Damnit, Colt," Punk playfully said. "How and why are you so good at this shit?"
"I don't know man, it's like a sixth sense," Colt said. "Can you stop whining now and be a man?"
"Fuck you," Punk said playfully again as he noticed Katie and the doctor emerging from the room. "I gotta go, she's out," Punk said quickly, ending the conversation. "Thanks buddy."
"I better not go this long again without hearing from you. Who else is going to talk to me until I fall asleep?"
"Goodbye Colt," Punk laughed as he hung up. He stood up with a smile on his face as he walked towards Katie and her doctor.
"She's good to go," the doctor announced as Katie grabbed Punk's hand and intertwined her fingers with his. "All you need to do is take off the bandages in about an hour or two. She's got some medication in case she starts to feel pain. You can ice the black eye, but there's really nothing else you can do about it, as I'm sure you know."
"Thank you so much doctor," Punk said as he squeezed Katie's hand. Katie signed her discharge papers and soon they were out of the hospital, hailing a cab on the street. The cab drove them back to the hotel where they packed their things; Paul had slipped a pair of plane tickets to the next show under Punk's door. Having nothing better to do, they decided to grab another taxi to drive to the airport and have lunch in one of the restaurants before checking into their gate and boarding the plane.
"So...I called your brother last night, to let him know about the situation," Punk began, not knowing where this conversation was going, or would end up, once they were done.
"Daniel," Punk answered quickly.
"I bet he was freaking out," Katie commented as she took another bite out of her sandwich. "What did he say?"
"He was surprisingly calm considering the circumstances, but he did insinuate he wanted to fly out here and beat up Brock," Punk said, to which Katie laughed. "There's uh...there's something else though."
Katie looked at Punk with expectant eyes, wanting him to go on. "Daniel had no idea about us dating. None of your brothers do," Punk said, causing Katie to put down her fork and lean back in her seat. "Is there a reason for that?"
"Because I suck at relationships," Katie said, looking at the floor. "I've only had one serious boyfriend before. The rest of the guys I've ever been interested always flake."
Katie took a deep breath in. "All the guys I've ever been interested in were intimidated by me because I'm smart. They couldn't handle that I was smarter than them, and more driven, and that half the time I wanted to read or study instead of go out. None of them ever lasted, so I guess...I guess I wanted to see if that happened here, too, before I went and wrote home about it," she admitted. "I hope you're not mad."
"I'm not mad," Punk assured her. "I'm just worried you think I'm not taking this seriously or something."
"I know you're taking this seriously," Katie immediately retorted. "Trust me. I know."
Punk paused for a second so he could register what Katie just told him. "So they flaked because you were smart?" he asked, to which she nodded her head. "You had awful taste in men."
Katie snorted as she laughed, shaking her head at Punk's comment. "My brothers always tease me about getting a boyfriend, or never having one, typical brother stuff," she went on once she stopped laughing. "My dad's Italian, so that goes without saying the whole European father thing. It took a lot for him to ship me off to England for a year for that photography course. My brothers had to convince him it was good for me. I know that he'll be happy with whatever I do in my life but at the same time, deep down, I know he wishes for that...you know, that traditional, family role for me. He wants to see me get married. He knows I don't want kids and has accepted that, but he still wants to see me married." She looked at Punk for a reaction, knowing his views on marriage, but he was only listening intently at her. "I guess I wanted to make sure this was going to last and not be just some...thing, so that he didn't get his hopes up, or that my brothers didn't become too attached that I was dating you. I don't want to rush things. I hope you understand."
Oddly enough, Punk understood where she was coming from. Rushing things would only mean things would get too serious too quickly, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. "I completely understand," he told her, putting her at ease. "Stephanie's giving us time off together though, in September, when we're in Toronto. I hope that's not too...fast for you."
"That's fine," Katie said, taking another bite out of her food. "At least then you can meet and spend time with my family...see what you're getting yourself into," she smiled wryly. "If you don't run after that week, I'll know you're a keeper."
Punk laughed as he took another bite out of his food. He laughed to himself thinking about all the possibilities that could happen that week with her family. Who knows if they were going to love him or hate him? Her brothers only knew him by his on-screen personality. Granted, it wasn't that far off from his real personality, but there were still some differences that they needed to see.
Once they were done their lunch, Punk paid the bill and they made their way over to their gate, where they continued to sit and wait until the plane started boarding. Punk took out his phone and answered some text messages before seeing Sheamus' text on the screen, reminding him that he forgot to answer.
She's fine. We're waiting for a flight now. Nothing but a black eye. He texted back, not knowing if Sheamus would even respond or not.
Thank God. Are you going to help me talk to her next Monday? Sheamus texted back.
That depends. Do I get an apology too? Punk asked, knowing he would be pushing Sheamus' buttons. He didn't care. Sheamus needed to know what he did was unacceptable, and that he deserved an apology as much as Katie did.
We'll cross that bridge when we get there. I want to talk to her first before anything.
Punk sighed at his response but had no other choice. Come into my locker room before the show starts. She's always in there. You're welcome.
"Tell Colt to stop texting you," Katie commented as she smiled, watching Punk typing away furiously on his phone while she read a book. "This relationship isn't a threesome."
Punk laughed as he leaned over and kissed his girlfriend. She resorted back to reading; Punk knew he couldn't tell her it was Sheamus he was talking to and not Colt.
By the way. Why the hell did you call Stephanie? She's giving us time off together, and something tells me the idea wasn't completely hers.
As the hostess announced their row numbers aloud, Punk and Katie got up and went to the desk to hand over their passports and tickets. Before Punk turned off his phone, he received one more text message.
Before Punk turned off his phone, he received one more text message.
My way of saying sorry. You're welcome.