A/N: Screw flattery, bribery is better. The mental images...
Sorry if this sucks, Robs.
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She laid on the roof of the hotel, her notebook and guitar by her feet. It was one of those rare nights that the sky was clear and the stars twinkled down at her. It was like a peaceful calm in the turbulent ride that was her lifestyle, and one that she accepted graciously. A small smile swept across the face of F4's drummer, Rynne Janine, as she stared up at the infinite sky above.
Though, she couldn't help but wince when she heard the big metal door slam shut.
"Ah, so this is where you've been hiding all night." A male voice said, breaking through Rynne's realm of peace and quiet. "You look so lonely up here."
"Shut up, Punker." Rynne replied softly, trying to restore her mellow feelings.
CM Punk shook his head, taking a seat next to the dark haired woman. "I've never seen you this relaxed before."
"Because there's never time to. You should know that." She laughed half-heartedly.
"True enough." He shrugged, manoeuvring himself so that he was laying down the opposite way but with his head next to Rynne's. "So what are we looking at?"
"The universe."
"You can see that far out?" he joked, earning himself a smack in the head for his efforts.
"I will make you leave if you don't shut up." Rynne threatened, cracking her knuckles for emphasis.
Not another word was said as the two just laid there, staring up at the night sky. The silence was a comfort to the drummer as she closed her eyes, slipping into a train of never-ending thoughts. She was right in saying that there was never time for this; never time to just dwindle down and unwind. Appearances, tours, signings, promotions, writing, recording, mastering... It was hectic and overwhelming to be a rock star. Relationships were difficult because of strains. Time and distance being the two main factors.
'But this is my passion. This is the life I chose, and it's a part of me that I refuse to close off. And nothing can change how I feel.'
"Robin, quick, look."
Opening her eyes, she blinked them a few times in order to focus.
"What's going on?" she asked, her eyes shifting to try figure out why she had been brought back to reality.
Her question was answered as Punk raised his arm, pointing off to her left. A streak of whitish-blue light streaked across the sky.
"Quick, make a wish."
Rynne gave a quiet laugh, turning her head to look at the Straight Edge Superstar. "I thought you didn't believe in luck or wishing."
"I don't." He turned his head so that his eyes met her green ones, a soft smile dancing across his lips. "But that doesn't mean that I have to crush everybody else's beliefs."
Nodding with a smile of her own, she turned her face back up to the sky, desperately trying to think of something, anything, to wish for.
'Everything I could ever wish for, I have... I don't need anything else besides what I've got...'
A thought crossed her mind, causing her to look back over to Punk.
"I've made my wish."
He raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Oh?"
"I want you to kiss me."
Propping himself up on his elbow, Punk looked down at the woman who he was crazy in love with. "As you wish." He smiled, lowering his head and softly kissing Rynne with only the stars as their witness.
When I look at the stars,
the stars,
I feel like myself...
