I wake up with Punk's wrestling shorts on me that he wore at our match last night. I wonder, were did these come from? And why is he only in his boxers? Then it hit me!! We had our magic moment last night!! Not the you know what that starts with s and ends in an x. It was just make out, so don't freak out!! "Punk. Punk!" I shake him. "Hm." he says. "Punk wake up. Its," I look at the clock,"Its 2:32 p.m." "Your point?" He says groggy. "Don't we have a show in Florida?" "Oh ****! We do!." He gets out of the covers. He looks down. "Why am i just wearing my boxers?" "I was thinking that. Also," I get up,"Why am I wearing your wrestling shorts?" "That was some crazy night." I just realized that I'm not wearing my shirt! Im in a bra! No wonder he keeps looking there! "Good GOD!" I say. I try to find my shirt, but its completley ripped! So i put his on. "You ripped my shirt!" I say. "My bad. I'm a bad boy." "Yes you are." I say. After trying to uh lets say clean up our hotel room, we get dressed and go to an airport and fly to Florida for our next show this is what it is everyday we travel all the time!
(Florida)
"I miss this place." I say when we get out of the airport. I haven't been to this florida airport in a long time. I walked threw this airport say about maybe five times or something like that. "Me too." says Punk putting his arm around me. "I'm cold here." "Yeah its like only twenty degrees outside." "Man why so cold?" He looks at me like I don't know. Here, he hands me his sweatshirt. "Oh you don't have too." "Just take it." "Alright." I try it on and it is so big! "You warm?" I nodd. So we walk all the way threw the airport without anyone bothering us. Good because i dont want Punk to yell at anyone cause ya know there will be this whole coniption and I'll just be quite the very quite
girlfriend, which i always was as a teenager. So I was glad about that. "Sweetpea." says Punk. "Yes." Your not gonna have a match tonight. Cabana just texted me that." "Alright so i will be ringside with you." "Yup you will, just cheer me on and looks pretty. Oh wait your already pretty so you don't have to look any better." "Thank you Punk." I say holding his hand. Finally we are able to get to the Florida place for our show.
(Backstage in Florida)
Still i am very cold in Florida. Punk is not even wearing long sleeves cause he gave me his sweatshirt. But I will give him his sweatshirt back because i have a very fancy wool long sleeve from hollister. He likes this the best on me. Also when i wear it with my ripped jeans and my fur boots. He likes it when i dress like this. "Is this an okay outfit?" I ask when he comes out from changing into his ring gear. "What a hot mamma!" he says staring. I giggle. Then i laugh harder! I blush too. "Thats all I'm saying." He goes to wet his hair. Also he likes me hair when its straightend but he also like my naturally curly hair too. But its straight today as long as he says i look good I'm fine! "You want eyeliner on again?" I ask. "Nope im good." "Okay." I say. Then finally after waiting for a bit more we go to his match.
(CM Punk with Kristen vs. Delirious)
At least some of these Florida people like Punk he doesn't yell at any fans today cause i told him not to. And he does anything for me so I'm good. "Win baby." I say when the bell rings i go support, ring-side and when the bell rings Delirious just goes insane and Punk just stands there staring at him wierdly. "Awkward moment!" he says outloud people laugh. I clap. This match is just completly funny the whole time! They kept doing jokes and everything. I even go involved this is how it went: Delirious is outside the ring running around the ring and then he just stops infront of me and just looks. "Jahahgafhagfhs!" he says in this wierd language. "What?!" I say. "Punk just looks at me with his fingers in his mouth. He taps his shoulder and Delirious turns around and Punk gives him a facewash! I help Punk give him a facewash! "I did it! Did it good!" I say. Punk hugs me. In the end Punk wins and we go away as winners again. There is nothing like feeling like a winner at the end of the day.
To be continued...
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