Between Love and War

Let Me Help You

*CM Punk's PPV*

I turned from Elizabeth from the sudden scream that came from my room. Paul was standing in the middle of the it with his client, Curtis Axle.

"Elizabeth i have you know i can be a very trusting guy when it comes to CM Punk. We've been friends since 2005. Since he made his debut in the former WWE developmental facility, OVW. If you have a problem with me, so be it, i can tolerate it. I am known to be a manipulative liar in the past and i still am, but everything changes when it comes to CM Punk. My best friend." Heyman stated.

Paul is a very trust guy when it comes to me. It's true that i have worked with him for so long, but he has always had my back. He believed in me, and that's all i care about. I am a Heyman guy, but his clients annoys the heck out of me. Heyman is best friend, but sometimes i wish he would just get rid of them all and stick by my side and no one else.

I turned my attention back over to Liz. She seemed tensed. Almost afraid that something might happen to her. I saw her began to loosen up and smirked. Hm, i wonder what's that about.

*Elizabeth's PPV*

All i could do was smirk at this. If Punk was able to fall for his act, maybe he could fall for mine. I mean, it's obviously Heyman is just doing this to get inside his head so Brock Lesnar will be able to strike him at anytime.

"I'll be going now," i announced. I walk out the door before Phil could protest about me leaving because i needed protection. Right now, i'm not the one needing it, Punk does. Brock is coming after him. There is no doubt in my mind that Paul is putting up an act. Curt? I don't even see why he's in this equation. Oh, yeah, because he's one of Paul's client. I doubt he'll doing anything to him. They use to be friends with each other during the "New Nexus" days.

My room was two doors down from Punk's. I open my door and closed it behind me after i came in. I saw a figure sleeping on the couch. I walked up closer to only to find John. He must have stayed here all night, waiting for my return here. I bent down to John's height on the couch. I shook his arm a little, immediately awaking him. "John, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Looking for you," He replied while yawing.

I smiled,"Oh, so you went to sleep on the job? I thought you cared about me."

"No, Punk called telling me that you were alright. I didn't feel like walking to my room since it was 12:00am so I crashed here. I hope you didn't mind." He explained.

"Since you put it that way, i guess you do care about me." I laughed.

"Liz," he signed.

"Yes?" Replying serious.

"I want food,"I laughed really loud.

"John! You're so weird!" I laughing harder.

"Maybe, Maybe not, but in all seriousness, i really want food." 

"You remind me of Niall from One Direction. He's always wanting food. I find it quiet hilarious."

"You're comparing me to One Direction? Really?"

"Don't go all Miz on me, but yes i am. Besides, they're all hot so you shouldn't worry too much."

"Oh, so you like them?"

"Yes, they're my favorite band to listen to. I look up to them. Not for their looks, but from their music. Some of their songs are very meaningful and some songs you can just jam out to. I like those kind of bands."

"Can they dance?"

"No, why?"

"Most bands do."