Loved and Lied

Chapter 12

I walked out of my room and headed down to the living room since I had barely been able to sleep last night. I looked at a clock and saw it was 7:35 and I groaned, I'm never up this early, unless work needs me to be. I picked up the remote and started flicking through channels to find something, ANYTHING to watch to keep me preoccupied... but sadly, the TV was against me, and I couldn't find anything. I clicked off the TV and started going through social networks. I had so many comments on the last picture I had with Punk and I when we went out for dinner last week and he pulled the stupidest face in that picture and I couldn't help but smile at that. You know... I think that might be why I love him... He's not afraid to be himself. He can be so childish and sweet and funny and loving... He's just... he's perfect to me. "That was seriously only last week?" came Punk's voice from over my shoulder. I jumped and my head snapped in his direction just in time to see him chuckle at me. That little smirk/smile he gets when he chuckles is so cute. He was in shorts, sneakers, and wasn't wearing a shirt as he hopped over the couch back and sat next to me looking at my screen. "You just get back from a run?" I asked noting that this was how he normally looked when he got back from a run.

"Yeah" he answered and looked over and met my eyes "and why are you up so early, you're normally asleep 'til at LEAST 9:00"

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I was up early"

"Why, what's wrong Jaim?"

"I don't know, maybe being back here?"

"Because of what I did?"

"I mean it could be..." I trailed off and looked away "I guess love makes you do crazy things"

"Huh?"

"Love Punk..." I looked up at him "that's why I'm back here... I'm in love with you Punk, completely and totally in love with you" a confused look came onto his perfect features.

"Wait... But John-"

"I thought I did... But God, anyone else would have called bullshit on you and never even picked up the phone when you called! You know I haven't picked up a call for Randy for months! I picked up because no matter how much I wanted to bury it and not think it true... I'm in love with you... Nobody else gets me like you do... Nobody make me feel the way I do when I'm with you" I was up off the couch by now pacing around the room and directing everything I was saying towards the couch where Punk was sitting and listening perfectly to everything I was saying. I leaned myself back against the wall behind me and close my eyes, I don't even think I understand why I just went and said all of that just now. I guess I just had so much built up I just had to let it all out. I felt like something was in front of me but I ignored it... That was until I felt something lightly brushing against my lips, and I could tell it was Punk kissing me. And then... all in that instant... the only thing I could think of was him on the front porch with Lita. I pulled my lips away from his and just slid down to the floor. I felt as arm wrap around my shoulders. "What? What'd I do this time?" He asked softly.

"I just... It's Lita... I can't seem to let that go, that image won't leave my mind" I answered softly leaning my head over on his shoulder.

"I can understand that baby... and I promise I will try my hardest to try and get us back to how we were. I know we'll never be exactly how we were and I'm so sorry about that... But I'll make damn sure that we can get close to how we were" his hand was subconsciously rubbing my arm softly. He kissed my head and squeezed me lightly. "Just know I'm going to try and make this better... I swear it"

I nodded and opened my eyes slightly. We sat there forever and I kinda enjoyed just sitting here with him, not being lied to, not crying or hurting. I knew this was where I belonged, this was where I wanted to be... but in all retrospect and seriousness... why does it seem like the universe it trying to get me out of here?