Every time I look back at my writing, I see how much it sucked…so this is going to be the last chapter. I learn more every time I sit down and write something, and this is the product of such a thing. Jeff and Punk will forever be in my heart. Thank you to my reviewers who have more patience than I ever will, hopefully.

Here it was, the moment we've been waiting for, the RAW Fifteenth Anniversary Show. I see a lot of people, a lot of legends…and it's thrilling how I'm apart of this now. It's exciting how one day I will be history and the rookies will be looking at me as a legend, but that's not to sound pigheaded.

Jeff has really been looking forward to this, to seeing all those he hasn't seen in a long time. Trish for example, they haven't seen each other for years and it's all smiles when they see each other backstage. There's Lita of course, but they're still friends and see each other on a monthly basis. Then there's RVD, who I am even surprised to see since he walked out, not that I'm complaining too much. There's Scotty 2 Hottie, Al Snow, and Steve Blackman; Jeff knows them all and I'm jealous.

"Yo Phil!" I look up and see Jeff waving me over to where he's talking. I weave my way around the clusters of men and women talking, avoiding anybody who seems garrulous. I make my way over to Jeff, standing a tad closer than I normally would but not enough to freak anyone out. We've been careful not to show anything that would resemble a relationship in the locker room.

"Oh man! Is that our very own ECW champ CM Punk?" I hear Rob and pull him into a hug. I really missed him these last few months, even with our differences. I've managed to see him as a really good, but troubled person.

"Hey man, you look good." I say, but not paying to attention to anything else he says. I see Scotty in the corner; I was honestly expecting him not to show up. "Hey Jeff…I'll be right back." He nods and I begin manuvering around people once again until I reached my best friend.

I ran over to him and took a flying jump into his arms like the masculine person I was.

"Punk get off me! I'm not as strong as I used to be!" I laugh and lose my balance, falling gracefully on my ass.

"I missed you so much Scott! You haven't called or anything! I was starting to get worried."

"Whoa Phil calm down! I've been calling Jeff every week and he was supposed to tell you…but he's been busy too." I nodded, understand what he meant since Jeff has been taking care of Matt since his injury.

"So what's been up? Any new people in your life?" I ask curiously.

He shook his head but without the despair that it normally held. I smiled and hugged him once again, bringing him back to where Jeff was still talking.

"Hey Jeff, after the show I think the three of us need to catch up." I saw him nod and I grinned.

"C'mon Scott, there's thing to do and people to harass." I suggested with a mischievous look in my eye and his eyes held the same gleam as we made our way to Elijah and Matt Stryker.

We all mingled for awhile and when the fans left and the curtain fell I had a feeling all was right with my life. Through everything our grand family has been through, I know we will continue to climb to the top. I finally achieved what I wanted in life, a mark. I made history but more importantly I kept a relationship alive for one year. A year that has flown by so fast that I wouldn't want anything to change. Jeff and I are exact opposites but I believe that when you put two people with differences together, things happen and the invisible magic starts. Ideas are put into your head and you think 'Is this who I really want to spend the rest of my life with?'

And as I look over at Jeff, my boyfriend of exactly one year, which I am not afraid to gloat about, I know the answer is 'Yes.'

/When we were two brothers forever through the dark and light
We had our fights against the world, against each other

We traveled in the night

So many roads, so many shows together

Far apart we grew, isolated but still together/