Note: Inspired by Punk's appearance on Punkrocalypse and the subsequent tweet on Lita's Twitter page. This work is fictitious (I can't believe I have to say it). Obviously I don't own anything/anyone.
The text she received to her phone was one that, quite honestly, Amy could say that she was expecting, but she was still surprised by it. For the past week or so, she and Punk had been in close contact with one another, after having gone several months without speaking. To anyone else, it would seem weird that a pair of exes suddenly started up a friendship almost two years after breaking up in a less than simple fashion, but to Punk and Lita, it was just the way they were. Neither of them held a grudge toward the other in terms of their failed relationship. Life was too short for that, and contrary to popular belief, their relationship hadn't ended badly. It had been a mutual decision to part ways, due to the fact that Punk had a heavy schedule on his plate in terms of house shows, TV and radio appearances, tapings, and PPV's. Amy also had her own busy schedule to take care of, so the decision to split had happened just as seamlessly as their relationship had begun, on good terms of course.
But now Punk was in the area, and he wanted to stop by on Punkrockalypse. He promised that he had a list of songs that he wanted to play this time, though he made sure to mention that there was no particular theme to them. Amy sent him a quick text back, telling him to let her know when he arrived so that she could be prepared. She had no idea if Punk was nervous about seeing her or not, but she didn't think that he would be. Neither of them were timid, meek people anyway. And, due to their rebellious nature, they didn't subscribe to the "required" etiquette of relationships and behavior relating to them. They had been tight-knit before—if Amy had to put a label on it, she would confidently label them almost as best friends—but at the same time, they were both very good about respecting each other's space. Trish often remarked that she was jealous of the dynamic between Punk and Amy, as they communicated better than she and her husband did, and better than most couples in general did.
Amy's phone buzzed a couple of seconds later, with a text signaling that Punk was there. She smoothed her hair back and pulled an extra chair beside of her for Punk. She chewed on her bottom lip as she waited for the dark haired man to appear, and when her eyes locked on his body, she felt her breath hitch in her throat for some inexplicable reason. Likewise, Punk was also staring at her, his lip ring glinting in the light as he did so.
And just like that, without any words being said, Punk sat down, a piece of paper that Amy hadn't seen clenched in his hand. Though it should, by all accounts, feel awkward for them, it didn't, and Amy was extremely thankful for the fact that they had both agreed that they wouldn't let their friendship be awkward.