#pepsipunkgts

It was probably reckless of him to drive just a few notches below the speed limit, especially with the roads this slippery during winter, but he didn't really give a damn about it. Not when he knew that he had to get to his destination as soon as he could. Hell, he even had his phone in his hand as he drove, sending texts every now and then as he tried to focus on driving. Although it was definitely reckless of him to do such things, he didn't really care. There were a few self implemented rules that John had come up with when it came down to driving in his car, but there were only a couple of rules which he broke only for certain reasons. Certain reasons that included a certain man named CM Punk.

It had been a few days since he'd seen his boyfriend and to say that he was missing him was the biggest understatement of the century. Call it clingy and whatnot, John wanted to be with the man as soon as he could and he'd do anything just to get to where Punk was as soon as possible. He didn't know that things wouldn't turn out just as good this time, though. As he turned down a corner, still at full speed, he felt the tires slip a bit too widely, the car sliding towards the oncoming lane. Next thing that he knew, there was a truck in front of him, the horns honking loudly in his ears, and a loud, crashing sound, followed by a sudden force that knocked the air -- and possibly the life -- out of him.

It’s December 24th, it’s Christmas Eve.  John was asleep in Punk’s bedroom. They were in Chicago celebrating Christmas.  The main reason why they are in Chicago because Punk thinks its UN natural to be in 80 degree weather for Christmas. To John, its paradise cause did Punk forget that John is from New Westbury and it be below zero at times during winter. As usual, Punk persuaded John with his puppy pout and maybe a bit of sex to lure John to change his mind and go to Chicago.  Sadly it worked. Here they are in Chicago for Christmas. John turned around and laid his arm over where Punk supposed to be laying at. “P-Phil?” John cracked open one eye and seen Punk’s spot was empty. John leaned up and looks at the clock. 8am it read. John was shocked. Punk is up before 12pm? Something must have happened. John stood up and looked out at the window. It snowed and of course he sees Punk playing in the snow. John shook his head with a smile and goes and get ready.

  Punk was having a blast in the snow. It snowed at least 7 inches. Punk couldn’t keep the grin off his face even if someone pissed him off. Punk dived in a pile of snow and made a snow angel. John walked on the porch and smiled at Punk. He could be the biggest kid on the planet and gives no fucks. Prime example about to show it. Punk stood up and looks down at his snow angel and was proud of his work. Punk couldn’t help but to look to his left and seen a kid that looked like he’s about 10 or 11 years old. The kid and Punk just looked at each other. “Hi…is there something I can do for you?” Punk asked. “Aren’t you too old to play in the snow?”  The kid asked. Punk chuckled. “Aren’t you too young to be in my business?” “You’re a mean old man” “And you’re a spoiled little brat who shouldn’t be in grown folks business and I hope Santa leaves you lots of steaming pile of coal for ya, kiddo” Punk kept that smile on his face. The kid’s mother walked over and glared at Punk while she walked her son away. “How dare you speak to him like that?” Punk laughed. “Well you should go to parenting school cause seems like you failed to teach your brat to say out of grown stranger’s business” She turned her nose up at Punk and walked away. Punk smiled and waved. “Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, bitch” Punk chuckled loudly as John walked up to Punk. “What was all that about, Phil?” Punk smiled as he turned to John. “Johnny! See snow!” Punk smiled like a kid in a candy store. John couldn’t help but to laugh at Punk. “I see but what was that all about with the kid and his mom?” Punk looked at John like nothing happened. John shook his head.  “Forget it. I made hot chocolate-“ Without John could finished the sentence. “WITH MARSHMALLOWS?” Punk loudly asked. John laughed “Yes with Marsh-“ Again before John could finish, Punk grab John’s hand and pulled him into the house.