Cracked.
Author's note: So I'm not sure about this story, I just kinda had the idea to try to make this fit into the short and sweet category, of course, it's AJ's point of view, so maybe it's not the sweetest thing, but I'm proud of it. I just hope you're okay with it and like it.
AJ Lee's POV:
It's quite cruel, really.
Punk and I, we have this thing, well I say thing, there's a list of things we do to each other that imply…lascivious feelings.
These gestures, licking our lips, wiggling eyebrows, etc., they're really just a façade, if anything.
Because despite the facades, in reality Punk and I, we have been and remain still, just friends.
If you've watched RAW the past couple of years, you know I like to mix up my men, I refuse to go stagnant is all. I mean, I'm not a slut, I just love love!
Sure, you get a rep, but Punk's still one of the few who doesn't let that stop him from hanging out with me.
He makes wisecracks about my rapidly growing list of relationships, but he's no better, and he knows it; needless to say Phil Brooks is a new woman every night, cheat on you, man-whore.
I'm someone who goes through many different strings of feelings everyday, constantly falling in and out of love with someone on a daily basis.
I don't necessarily like it, but you can't change the way you think, or at least, I struggle to do so.
And while I'm thinking all this through, from behind someone brings their hands to mine, scratching at the flesh, temporarily leaving they're fingernails mark in my skin.
Though I didn't really have a question as to who it was, I hear, in an overly feminine voice, "hi, baby."
"Hi, Punk."
He's probably a little surprised at my sullen tone, but today's just one of those days, I'm doubting myself.
Maybe there's something wrong with me…
He's now standing in front of me, his hand on top of mine, minus the claws, he's trying to get my attention and he's doing a weird combination of lewdness and seriousness. "How you doin', honey?" He says, bad Boston accent escorting it.
He's rubbing my hand and for the first time, I fall in love with Punk.
It's not *that* big of a deal, I guess. This falling in love stuff happens to me all the time, still, I'm a little startled.
I've questioned if I actually had a crush on him, he mentions it all the time in jest, but now it's real. My heart's beating, and he's trying to get my attention, I can hear him, yet I'm far away. "AJ? Are you okay?" He's waving his hands in front of my face, "Earth to AJ."
Waving his hands caused him to let my hand go, and now I can relate to all those movie moments, I just want his touch back, I miss his hand and literally have to mentally will myself to not just grab his hand.
I don't want brief playfulness, or even anything sexual, I just want to hold his hand.
