Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars in this story, only the OC Characters and my story idea.

Thursday, July 21st

"..Trust me, Phil, Archie is a huge fan of John Cena. The kid has been crying for the past few days about the Money in the Bank PPV. We've postponed telling him there's no Santa Claus just to keep him out of a depression."

CM Punk chuckled, shaking Jimmy Kimmel's hand as they stepped out of his office in the NBC Studios on Hollywood Boulevard. Storyline wise, he was parading around the streets of Chicago with the WWE Championship, and with an expired contract. In reality, he was completing media appearances and other WWE affiliated work. It had been two days since his win at the Money in the Bank PPV, and Punk was beyond exhausted. Now he could definitely understand why Mike Mizanin bitched about it. The Straight Edge Superstar was absolutely dying to get to his hotel room and sleep. He shook Jimmy Kimmel's hand again, giving him a slap on the back, "Thanks heaps for this, man, I'll try not to upset the poor kid too much."

Jimmy grinned, "I'm warning you, he's got a strong kick to anyone's shins." A stagehand came flying past the two men, and Jimmy sighed, fixing his suit quickly. "It was nice meeting you Phil. Sorry, duty calls."

CM Punk waved off the talk show host, and made his way down the corridor of the studios. He pulled out his phone to check his emails and messages about his day plan for the following day. Shoving it back in his pocket, he kept his head down, avoiding any starstruck looks by the stage hands. He didn't mean to be rude, but he just wanted to go grab a bite to eat and sleep. And maybe read a comic book. As he wandered down the seemingly endless corridors towards the exit, he unexpectedly smacked straight into another body. Phil stumbled backwards, and reached out a hand to grip the wall next to him.

"Oh thank god," cried the young woman, "It was the worst coffee of my life, and I didn't have the heart to throw it out in front of the poor barista."

Phil looked up and saw a brunette girl in front of him, shaking her hands dry. She threw the now empty styrofoam cup to the side, and straightened out her dress. Running a hand quickly through her long dark hair, she turned to Phil and stopped, staring at him wide eyed for a moment before recovering quickly. He smiled nervously, "Look I'm really sorry about that."

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand, "Don't worry about it. Like I said, worst coffee of my life." The brunette stretched out her hand, "Emma,"

The wrestler looked taken aback, before extending his hand to shake hers, "Phil. Or CM Punk.."

"I know," The girl paused, and after giving him a once over, she crossed her arms over her chest, "Huh."

CM Punk raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

"I thought you'd be taller."

The Raw Superstar could barely contain his grin before letting out a short bark of laughter. Emma smiled at him, biting her lip, as a small blush covered her cheeks. Phil shook his head, chuckling, "I'm sorry to disappoint there."

Emma shrugged, "Hey, I'm not as disappointed as a bunch of prepubescent brats at the moment. You broke their little Cenation hearts on Sunday."

Phil smirked, his lip ring glinting in the corridor light, "You're a fan?" He regarded her short peach dress and black heels, raising an eyebrow at the young woman.

The brunette noticed the once-over that CM Punk had given her, and rolled her eyes, "Guilty pleasure. I parade around my apartment on Monday nights in just my underwear and a Miz t-shirt - "

"Oh dear god, you're one of his fans."

Emma grinned at his exasperated tone, her tongue poking between her teeth. She looked down at her watch, as another stage hand zoomed past them, "Look, I'm really sorry I've got to go. But it was nice to meet you. I've never met anyone from the WWE before."

Phil smiled at her, before noticing her discarded coffee cup on the floor. An idea formed in his head, "Likewise.. Look I'm in town for another day, and I feel really bad about the coffee.. no matter how horrible it actually was. Can I buy you another one tomorrow?"

The young brunette's face lit up, "I'd like that." She took Punk's offered phone and punched in her number. Giving him a quick smile, she hurried down the corridor, calling over her shoulder, "Congrats on the win by the way, Punk."

Shoving his phone back in his pocket, the smile grew on Phil's lips as he continued back down the corridor. It was only a coffee date, and shame it was in a different city, but the girl was cute and not some crazy fan with an ulterior motive. He couldn't help but feel that he had seen her before, but couldn't for the life of him remember where. He passed by a monitor and stopped to have a look as Jimmy Kimmel finished his opening monologue for the show.

"And tonight, ladies and gentlemen, our first guest of the evening. She is the new star of the Australian movie that is winning over critics and the public, Saving Amy. Please welcome, the beautiful Emma Stevens."

Friday, July 22nd

No wonder she looked so familiar. Her photo was plastered everywhere, as the movie had just premiered in the USA. Phil knew exactly who Emma Stevens was. She was the new Australian actress, and current paparazzi favourite after the Kardashians of course. Punk rubbed a hand over his face, nervously, as he waited in a small cafe around the corner from his hotel. Throughout the night, he had debated whether to call her or not. Finally, he called her the next morning, and had arranged for them to meet. She had sounded so excited to hear from him, and he wondered how often she actually went out with other people in between all the press conferences and interviews. While he waited at a table in the corner for her, he pulled his hat lower on his head as someone walked by peering closely at him. Moments later, the door to the cafe swung open and Emma Stevens came rushing in, clad in denim shorts and a white tshirt. Her brown eyes searched the cafe for him, before she noticed the figure in the corner of the cafe. She beamed at him before approaching his table, muffling a laugh at his position.

"No wonder fans find you so approachable," quipped the Australian sarcastically, as she took a seat opposite him.

He rolled his eyes, handing her a menu, "I don't want to die by Cena fans. After Sunday, I'm America's most wanted."

They ordered their coffees, and once the waitress left their table, an awkward silence fell over them. Emma fiddled with a loose thread on her shirt, "You really didn't have to do this."

"Well after finding out who you were, I was close to not doing this."

"Intimidated?"

Phil laughed, leaning back in his chair, "I expect to see you grabbing coffee with that Zac kid rather than me."

Emma's laugh filled the coffee shop, as the waitress came and delivered their drinks. The young actress wrapped her hands around her mug, and she shook her head, still grinning. "He's my costar, actually. After hanging with him for 5 months straight, I'm a little sick of him." She teased, taking a sip from her coffee.

One coffee soon turned into another coffee as the Straight Edge Superstar and Emma continued to talk throughout the afternoon. Punk teased her accent, "How is living away from home?"

Emma sighed, "It's hard. I mean, I'm so far away from my family and friends. But this is what I wanted to do, so I really shouldn't complain." She paused, looking down for a moment, "I haven't seen them in 6 months. It feels so weird!"

He watched her as she bit her lip sadly, "Well at least you've been able to meet people here through the movie.."

She shrugged, "I guess. It's not really the same but, you know? It's like you have to make friends with them. Not because you want to. Plus they keep sticking me with other 20-somethings, who are only interested in clubbing and getting drunk every second day.. And that gets boring way too quickly," She paused, pushing a wayward strand of hair out of her face. She waved a hand, dismissively, "Eh, whatever it comes with the territory. What I really want to know is what's next for CM Punk? Are you returning to Raw?"

CM Punk chuckled, "I'll let you in on a little secret.. I'm returning on Monday."

Emma grinned, "Oh thank god, because we all know John Cena is going to be getting a rematch against Miz or Rey, and I really can't take that man being champion again."

The WWE Champion smirked, "Is it that obvious?"

Emma rolled her dark eyes, "Have you been watching your show lately? Bet you guys face off at Summerslam." At his amused look, she smirked, pushing her tongue into her cheek, "Oh wow, Creative is just booming with originality."

Their intended short coffee date together turned into a long two hours, as the two continued to talk and talk about anything and everything. Eventually, CM Punk had to leave for his flight. He glanced regretfully at his phone, and sighed, "I'm sorry Emma. I've got a flight to catch back to Chicago.." He watched as a small disappointed look flashed across her face, "It was really nice to meet you, honestly."

The brunette offered a tight smile, before bending down to grab her large black handbag, "Likewise. I totally forgot that you're not from here." The two of them stood from their table, unsure of what to do. "Thank you for today," started Emma, "It was good to have a normal chat with someone."

Phil Brooks had seen that look before. As he watched Emma dig through her bag for her wallet, he realised how much this had meant to her. The girl had been living away from Australia, from all her family and friends for over 6 months now. She was living in a strange city, in a strange country, all on her own. He sighed, as he ran a hand through his slicked back hair, "Keep my number if you ever want to have another normal chat."

Her eyes brightened, and her lips formed a small 'o', before splitting into a small appreciative smile, "Thank you." She said quietly, "Really, Phil, you don't have to."

The superstar shrugged, "I want to." As they stepped outside the cafe, he pulled his cap down while Emma threw on a large floppy black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He couldn't help but grin at the small girl, who scowled at him.

"Oh shut up, Punk." She pushed her sunglasses up her nose, a scowl still covering her features, "I'm still trying to get used to this."

Punk glanced around him in case of paparazzi, "Trust me princess, you never do." He winked at her, before turning down the street. "I'll call you soon, Princess." At her doubtful look, he looked at her seriously, "I promise."

Monday, July 25th

Emma Stevens hurried down the corridor of the studios where David Letterman was filmed. She had been rehearsing a prerecorded segment for the show that night, and which she would also be doing an interview on. Skidding through the door where the guests gathered before the show started, she made a beeline for her assistant, who was holding her bag, an amused look on her face. Emma bit her lip, a small blush appearing on her face when she realised what that look might be for.

"Did you know, that if you don't answer a message straight away, your phone signals every five minutes.. for the past 30 minutes..." Her assistant grinned, holding the bag out of Emma's reach, "Whose Punk?"

The blush grew on Emma's cheeks, "Did he message!" Squealing, she dove for the bag, scrambling through its contents to find her phone. It had been three days since they had their coffee together, and she had been waiting for him to call or text her. Biting her lip, she opened the message, turning away from her curious assistant.

'Heard you're on David Letterman tonight. Don't spill any coffee otherwise I might just have to take you on another date.'

Hampton, Virginia was the venue for the next Monday Night Raw show, and Phil was making his much anticipated return to the program. His actual appearance was scheduled for the last five minutes, however he arrived at the arena early to watch the show with the other wrestlers. As he moved through the corridors of the arena, he nodded at passing wrestlers and divas, offering the casual hello to most of them. He approached the door of his locker room, before realising his phone had signalled that he had received a message. With a smile on his face, he pulled out his phone knowing exactly who it was, and started to read the text. Punk was too focused on the message to notice that the door had swung open and John Cena was standing there with a questioning look on his face.

"Punk?" He waved a hand in front of the Straight Edge Superstar, and then noticed the grin on Punk's face as he replied on his phone. John's face formed a small gasp, and he pointed accusingly at Phil, "Are you messaging a girl?" He shrieked.

At the other WWE Champion's shriek, CM Punk snapped out of his trance, and glared at his friend, "Shut. Up. John." He ground out, trying to push past the larger man. He stumbled past John into the locker room, and threw his bag on a bench.

"Who is she?"

"Cena, are you that dumb?"

John Cena folded his arms over his chest, "I know that grin, Punk."

Punk looked at his friend, unamused, raising an eyebrow, "Seriously John, I'm not messaging a girl." He waited while John eyed him suspiciously, before the larger man left the locker room. Sighing, Punk sat on the bench, returning his attention to the text message.

'Spilt some already.'

A grin spread across his face, and he typed back, 'Now how's this going to work?'

'I've got a flight to New York on Friday. And guess where the connecting flight is that I may conveniently miss?'

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