This is the end, guys! Sorry...I never wanted this to be too long. I don't own anything, and I hope you like the finale!
AJ awoke to bright white lights. Her head hurt like she hadn't moved in ages. She rested on an hospital bed, and the room she was in was empty. An IV supplied her with fluids, and the steady beap of the heart monitor was audioble. What... AJ could barely think without pain shooting through her body.
"Hello?" AJ called out, her voice weak. "Hello?" There was no answer. Only the sound of her voice bouncing off the hospital room walls could be heard. "Hello!" Why wasn't anybody answering her?
She turned, looking at the clock. 4:15 in the morning. So that's why no one was answering her. It was so damn early. AJ rested her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes in fustration. Why was she here? Her memory was a haze...she couldn't remember anything to save her life. With a sigh, she let herself drift off to sleep. And she let herself remenince about the past.
"I'll tell you what AJ, you forget last week's match never happened, and I'll pretend that you wouldn't show up to every Monday night Raw wearing MY t-shirt. Don't let me do all the talking, why don't you let everybody know exactly how intimate you and me were behind closed doors. Let em' know I'm the reason there's a skip in your step. C'mon AJ, let everyone know why I'm the BEST in the world at what I do." The smirk on Punk's face told the entire story. His main goal was to destroy AJ, and she tried not to show it on her face that he was succeeding. His words, his lies, and that Godawful smirk on his face was practically killing her on the inside.
She stormed backstage, her steps as loud as a herd of elephants. How could he say those things on national television like that? Did he have a heart? His words were unscripted; they were real. He had truly meant it. She slammed the door to the locker room, ready to explode. She let out a fierce scream, grabbing a chair and throwing it at the wall. In a matter of time, the divas locker room was a complete and utter mess, just like AJ's emotions.
AJ huffed and puffed. She didn't care about what she did. This was how she handled pain, by doing destructiove things. She stared at what her rage had produced. She actually felt slightly better. Her little temper tantrums usually halp her calm down. She just needed something to taker her anger out on, and the divas locker room was that something. With a sigh, she turned to the door, ready to leave, and walked right into CM Punk.
"What do you want?" AJ hissed.
Punk smirked. "You know I'm not in trouble, right?" AJ gasped. "Yep. Vince and Paul thought my unscriped promo fit the two of us perfectly, and it was a stroke of genius." AJ was about to explode again. They actually enjoyed that? AJ was standing there broken, and here he was, smirking and bragging how he wasn't in trouble.
"You still didn't answer my question," AJ said, her voice shaking.
Punk sighed. "Fine. I'm here to...I'm here to..." It was AJ's turn to smirk. Punk, for the first time in forever, was tounge tied. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Well, AJ definetly didn't see that coming. He was apologizing? To her? "What do you mean?" asked AJ suspisiously.
"I mean that what I said was inappropriate, and I can see that it hurt you." AJ turned to the mess that was the divas locker room. "What a little hurricane you are," Punk teased.
"Whatever," AJ said.
"Why are you so mad?" Punk asked. The room became silent because AJ refused to answer. "It's not like we were anythng but friends anyway." AJ continued to stand there silently. "April?"
"Maybe I'm mad because I wanted us to be more that friends," said AJ, "Maybe I was mad because I thought you liked me too. Maybe I'm mad because you embarrased me in front of a worldwide audience! Maybe I'm mad because you shattered me like glass!" Her voice was rising in anger and disapointment. He honestly didn't know why she was so mad?
Punk grabbed AJ by her waist and pulled her into a hug. And AJ didn't even mind. She needed someone to comfort her, even though the person who was comforting her was the person who caused all her pain in the first place. "I'm so sorry," whispered Punk in her ear, "I didn't know all that."
"Honestly, I didn't know it either," sighed AJ. Those past feelings for Punk had resurfaced during her little rant. She didn't mean it. Those feelings were long gone. But Punk's words had messed with her head, and those words blurted out. "I didn't mean it. They just...slipped out."
Punk chuckled. "I understand." A silence lingered in the air. "I was jealous."
"What?" asked AJ.
"You and your boyfriend, Josh," said Punk, "I saw you two together, and I got pretty upset."
AJ chuckled. "Don't worry. We broke up yesterday." Punk's cheeks turned red with embarrasment, and AJ laughed. "Someone's blushing."
"Whatever," sighed Punk, "So are we cool?" Punk let go of AJ, extending his hand for her to shake.
AJ smirked, shaking his hand. "Yes we are."
AJ's eyes fluttered open. Great. She was dreaming about Punk. She checked the time. 7:30 pm. She had slept for that long? With a sigh, she rested her again. Suddnly, all her memories fludded back to her . Dolph had cheated on her. And she had tried to kill herself. "Oh my God!" she muttered in fustration to herself. Why had she let Dolph get to her that bad? She supposedly didn't care about him. So why had his actions drove her to near suicide? Suddenly, another memory returned to her.
CM Punk had saved her life.
She desperatly wanted to see him again. She wanted to apologize for worrying him sick, for rejecting him, for confusing him multiple times, and for hurting her by hurting herself. What was wrong with her? She had to see him. She sat up, and she winced in pain. But she didn't care. She was determined to see Punk, and nothing was going to stop her. She turned slightly, ready to rip the IV needle out of her arm.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice caused AJ to blush, laugh, and cry at the same time. Only one man was able to do that to her, and that man's name was CM Punk. She turned, and there he stood, smirking. "Good morning sunshine."
"Where...how...when...why..." AJ could barely speak. She just stared at Punk, watching him chuckle at her attempt to talk.
"Where did I come from?" Punk asked, figuring out her questions. AJ nodded. "I flew here from Raw. That answeres how I got here as well. When did I arrive? Well, I've been here in the hospital for a good 20 minutes. I was late because I was bying you this." She moved his hand from behind his back, a cute little teddy bear holding a fluffy heart with the white words "Get Well Soon" engraved on it in script. Punk handed it to her; AJ was smiling like a little girl on Christmas Day. "And why am I here?" Punk approched the bed, his face dangerously close to hers. "Because I love you."
AJ pressed her lips to his. She was still a bit dizzy, so it wasn't too strong. She didn't deepen the kiss or anything; she just let her lips explore his as they breathed in unison, as he slowly placed his hands on her face. Punk released her, preparing to say something else, but AJ wasn't going to hear it. She needed more. AJ was done being soft. She grabbed Punk and yanked him closer, slamming her lips onto hers. Suddenly, one kiss became tow, which became three. His tongue was warm and wet, and she slid hers over his bottom lip, sucking on his lip ring before slipping inside his mouth. The room temperature seemed to increase by ten degrees with each second that passed by. Phil moaned into her as one of his hands ran through her hair for one more, one last kiss.
Punk let go, their breathing heavy, smiled oh their faces. They haven't kissed in a long time, and even the scripted kisses weren't as passionate as this one. This one meant something to the both of them. For a while, nothing was heard except for the steady beep of AJ's heart monitor. Finally, Punk spoke up. "That was amazing."
"It was," AJ agreed.
Silence filled the room around them. So this is what it feels like, AJ thought, to have someone who loves you back. "I love you," Punk said.
AJ smiled. "I love you too."
That's all folks! Hope you all enjoyed this emotional roller coaster ride that I took you on. A special note to ispeaklove-I hope you enjoyed the kiss scene. I thought I did suprisingly well without your help. What do you think?
I have plently more ideas for Punklee stories, one in which I've already started typing. This isn't the last of me for sure. ;)
Goodbye...for now. XOXO