Typical discaimers, I own no one if I did I would be a rich lady, this is slash meaning two guys if you don't like don't read.
I've finished my shower after the show, my sore muscles beginning to relax as I walk into the locker room, that's when I noticed him. Sitting in the corner still in his ring attire, we put on a good match and he seemed to be fine, but now his body language is telling me something complete different. He is quiet, too quiet for him, the kid always has an opinion on everything, never shuts up, and is a cocky asshole, yet now he seems defeated as he stares at the cell phone clutched in his hand silent. This however should not be any concern of mine, we are just coworkers, not even friends our lifestyles are so far apart we would never be able to find common ground. He has friends here who I am sure must notice his demeanor, hell Ace or Colt will figure out what is wrong. So I go about dressing trying not to look at the blonde hair kid in the corner, trying to figure out why I give a fuck, It is not my problem he looks sad, I have no wish to see that cocky smirk on his face.
I am preparing to leave and the locker room has started to empty out, yet he still sits still as stone and if was not for the fact that I can see the rise and fall of his chest I would think he is a statue. I glance around and feel my self frown, the people I think would take care of him have disappeared and he still remains. Okay not my problem, but I find my feet moving on their own accord until I stand over him, the dark circles under his eyes have me wondering when the last time he slept was. I should walk away but instead find myself reaching down and grabbing his arm dragging him to his feet. He doesn't really react, which is completely out of character so I just lead him across the room grabbing his bag, and mine as well. I walk out to my car and he follows at least walking without being led completely, he gets into the passenger seat and I slide behind the wheel. I start the engine and drive unsure of my destination, the car has become suffocating with tension, unspoken words and he still stares at that damn phone.
"Want to go for a drink?" I hope for an answer and for the first time he seems to realize he is in the car with me not one of his buddies.
"I don't drink" he states softly, I know this but at least I got a response.
"So I will drink, and you can sit there and judge me, then drive me back to the hotel like a good friend." He glances at me breaking his fixation on the phone.
"We're not friends" he murmurs and I have to agree with him, we are not but I seem to be the only one who gives a fuck that Punk is not himself right now. So I shrug and pull into the nearest bar, getting out I drag him inside with me after tugging a shirt onto him. I find a nice corner to hide away in and order myself a whiskey making it a double, getting him his damn Pepsi. As I place the glass on the table in front of him, I snatch the phone from his hand and he doesn't protest as I slide it into my pocket.
"Where are your friends?" He reaches for the glass and shrugs at me "Not an answer Punk, trying using that smart ass mouth of yours. What the hell is wrong with you?" I could think of several things to use that mouth for but I push that thought aside, he is just a kid and I am an old fuck up who would tarnish the hell out of him, plus he has a girl.
"I believe they ditched me since I told them all to go to hell, and that I could find my own way back to Chicago. I may have lashed out at them, I'll have to call them later. I don't have a problem Raven everything is fucking perfect." I growl and down my drink getting up to get another one.
"I will be right back, and when I get back you are going to be honest, I hate bullshit I don't tolerate it well. We may not be best friends but even I can see you are hurting, and since I'm usually self-centered its a miracle I noticed at all." He smiles slightly and I swear I feel my dick harden, what the hell is happening to me I've never been attracted to him before and considering our story line I have my hands all over the tight little body.
I take my time to return to the table and I am shocked he remains here, I figured he would bail the first moment he got. He stares at my drink so I hold it out in offering, hell he looks like he could use a good stiff drink. He scoffs at me and crosses his arm's over his chest. "Not likely, I'm straightedge do I need to explain that to you yet again, I know you've killed most of your brain cells but I'm sure you've got at least one that can comprehend the meaning. How long are we going to be here, and how much do you plan on drinking I don't feel like picking your ass up off the floor." Ahh avoidance thy name is Punk, though he is not getting away with it.
"I get straight edge, though wonder why anyone who isn't insane would willingly drink that crazy juice. So why are we being mister moody stick up the ass guy?" He frowns and leans back in his seat.
"Look straight edge is not a cult, and I don't need you implying I'm crazy. If I tell you what is going on can we just sit here in piece until your ready to leave." I nod wondering if he will be able to sit quietly while I drink myself into oblivion. "My girl dumped me tonight okay, I really thought she was the one and them bam it's not you, it's me blah blah blah! I had these plans for us, and I really though she knew how I felt but apparently I am to cold, to focused on my career and not enough on her. I'm just so sick of women at this point, I feel like never dating again. Maybe I'll just become celibate, so there you go I have chick problems are you happy now fucker." I don't thin he is fully telling me the truth but I let it go raising my glass to my lips I can help but ask him one question before I give him the silence I promised.
"You ever thought of being with a guy, they are less clingy." He is taking a drink when I speak and the next think I know he is choking on the drink, and I am slapping his back as Pepsi comes out of his nose. Guess that gives me my answer, nope he never has consider it but I bet I could change his mind. He never answers me just getting up to go to the bathroom and clean up.
By the time he returns, I've gotten him a new Pepsi and myself a nice bottle that is already half way gone. He glances at it and sighs sitting beside of me I sling an arm around his shoulder, attempting to give him a seductive grin. I think it comes out wrong because he looks at me like I have two heads. "I just have one thing to say to you and then we can leave, have you ever thought it is not you, but them. That someone, somewhere is perfect for you, and your just looking in the wrong places. That this person won't make you feel so damn lonely, and when you are with them those dark circles will disappear because you'll sleep like a baby in their arms." He looks shocked I read him so easily but I am an observant mother fucker even when being self-absorbed.
"I don't think that exists, and you are very drunk" I laugh I can hold my liquor well so right now I am only slightly buzzed however I will let him believe whatever he needs.
"Pity, because someday someone is going to turn your world upside down, and while you are looking in all the wrong places they could pass you by. Tell ya what when you meet that person please call me so I can gloat." He stands and marches to the door and I follow rolling my eyes at his back.
I give him directions to my place and he drives in silence. He seems lost in thought and if I could I would read his mind right now. When we arrive he hesitates before helping me inside and I lean on him more than I need too. "You can stay here tonight, find a way home in the morning its late." He glances around the place and I just stumble dramatically up the hall he sighs but follows me.
"What the hell do you even know about love? You live alone and have very few friends, you avoid human contact at all costs." He spits this at me as he removes my shoes and I can't help but smile at his temper.
"I chose to live the way I do, I'm better off alone Punk. I'm mean, and cruel to people I care about so its best that people don't get involved, however I have known love. I know that someone somewhere, will give meaning to your life in spite of it all." I lay back and yank him down on the bed beside of me. "Now go to sleep, I want to pass out." He tenses but remains where he is and after a while I feel him moving, I watch through have closed eyes as he removes his boots, and then his shirt. He then lays back down facing me, I can hear him breathing in the quiet of the room, and thinking always thinking. I turn on my side and face him, staring into those olive eyes and I can not resist just one taste. I lean forward until out lips are barely touching waiting for him to pull back, to hit me, to run for the fucking hills. Instead his eyes close and he presses more firmly to my lips. I slide my tongue against his bottom lip and he opens for me. I explore lazily taking my time to memorize his taste, knowing he will regret this in the morning. Yet for tonight I will be his someone, I pull back and his eyes open again, but I see curiosity and questions in their depths instead of answering them. I turn him around and pull him in my arms. My hand on his hip brushing the shorts lower so I have access to skin, we lay together still, silent and I watch as sleep takes over this kid a smile, I've been missing all night upon his lips.
Thank you for reading, please review! This is suppose to be a one shot but there is most likely going to be at least a few more parts, next one will be from Punk's POV, I think. Let me know if you want more!
