A Different Kind of Me - cm punk

Chapter 14: PS, I Love You

Three hours later my plane landed and there was a cab waiting to take me to my new apartment.

When I opened the door my jaw dropped; the place was awesome. I guess working for the WWE had it's perks.

On the work desk were a few files which meant my work was waiting on me. After I was settled in I started on all the files that were on my desk. Not long after my phone rang. Without looking at it I answered.

"Yupp."

"Is it safe to assume you arrived safely and in one piece?"

"Yeah, it's safe to assume that."

"Well, thanks for calling me and telling me so I won't sit worrying for six hours."

"He-he you're most welcome."

"So, how are you settling in?"

"Good, actually."

"Really, you miss anyone?"

"Not particularly."

"You sure?"

"Come to think of it, I do miss my best friend Krista and my brother."

"Anyone else?"

"Nope, that just about does it."

"Thanks a lot. I miss you too."

"Aww thank you. That means a lot."

"Are you gonna return the favour?"

"Do you need to ask? Of course I miss your annoying, retarded, self absorbed-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I got the point. What are you doing?"

"Work. Lots and lots of work."

"So, am I disturbing you?"

"Yeah, but I need a break." I said getting up and sitting on the bed. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just talking to my girlfriend."

"I hope I'm not in your way."

"Nah, but I'm okay. Besides the fact that I miss you like crazy. I'm actually supposed to be heading out to the arena for a house show."

"And why aren't you there?"

"Because I didn't want to?" he asked.

"Because what?!" I asked, my manager genes were kicking in. "I was just kidding. I was gonna go after I'm finished talking to you."

"And what if I didn't decide to hang up?"

"I don't know..."

"CM Punk, you better get your butt to that arena now."

"But I wanted to talk to my girlfriend."

"You can talk to her after the show. As your manager I suggest you get to that arena pronto."

"Bye babe."

"Bye. We'll talk later."

CM Punk's POV

I got to the arena and saw that I was scheduled for a match against Daniel. Just my luck. For some reason I didn't like him. So I ceased the opportunity to take out all my frustration on him. Needless to say; I won the match. Afterall, I am the best in the world.

I got back to my locker room and checked my phone; 0 messages, 0 missed calls. I sighed and seceded to make the first move. I pressed the green button and placed the phone to my ear.