After the short chat that I had just had with Colt I was ready for bed. Surely what he had just told me would confuse me to no end and I'd probably knock myself out again to actually get some sleep. Colt made up a bed in the spare room for me and put my bags on my bed. "Scott you don't need to treat me like a baby. I'm concussed not crippled." I mumble as I lean against the door of the bedroom.

"Give it time babe, you'll feel like a cripple in the morning." He chuckles and sends me a wink as he crawls over in to the corner of the bed and attempts to pull a sheet from one side of the bed to the other to cover the mattress. I giggle loudly at his actions and walk in to the room slowly to help him put the sheet on the bed.

"Is this why your mom visits once a week?" I giggle.

"This is exactly why she visits once a week!" He grunts as I pull out the crease in the sheet that was stopping the sheet from reaching the other side of the bed. "Thank you!" He all but shouts as he flops face down on the bed once the sheet is covering the mattress.

"You're a sad soul." I joke as I sit on the bed. Scott sits up and slides beside me on the bed and I lean my head on shoulder gently because it's still quite tender. "I don't understand. If what you said is true why wouldn't he just say something?" I ask Scott curiously. The conversation we had had as soon as we stepped in the door was one sided, I hadn't responded at all and Scott took that as a conversation ender and he decided to make my bed.

"Ok so I know that Punk is the toughest guy around but he's fucking shit scared of you rejecting him." Scott starts and I scoff loudly. Punk, scared? As if! "Don't look at me like that, Indie. We've had more than one conversation about this since he broke up with AJ, he doesn't wanna hurt you like he hurt AJ." So according to Scott, the great CM Punk has feelings! Scott seems to think that the reason Phil stopped talking to me was because he has feelings for me and the actual reason that he broke up with my female best friend AJ was because he actually has feelings for me!

"But that still doesn't make any sense. Why would ignoring me even help the situation? I mean it's not like I'd laugh at him if he spoke to me about it. By ignoring me was he trying to get rid of these feelings?" I'm still trying to wrap this around my head this whole situation. CM Punk, my best friend has feelings for me but he's trying to make them go away by ignoring me? How long was this meant to take? And what would happen when he decided to start talking to him again? What if it took too long and I decided that I didn't need him as my best friend anymore? Ugh! Why does Phillip Jack Brooks insist on making everything so god damn fucking complicated?

"Honestly Indie, I'm not sure what he was trying to do. I was the one who made him go to the show tonight; I brought tickets months ago and didn't tell him until the last minute. All I know is that he feels fucking terrible about tonight, he thinks it's his fault that you're concussed." I sigh; I probably should talk to him.

"What do I do?" I ask.

"Well first off you're going to get some rest, I'll come check on you every hour. And in the morning, I'll take you back to his place and you can sort this out and live happily ever after!" He mutters. I feel like maybe he's heard this far too many time for his liking and he's over it.

"Ok, thanks Cabana. I love you." I tell him with a small smile. He smiles back at me and kisses my cheek. I turn to the side and wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tightly before loving back to go to kiss him on the cheek. And that doesn't go to plan because Cabana leaned in a pressed his lips against mine.

I pulled away almost instantly, I don't know why he did it but his face went from warm to horrified. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." He murmurs and lets go of me and stands up and leaves the room without another word. I sigh softly, today has been a rough day. I get changed in to pyjamas and crawl in to the bed.

In the morning when I wake up I realise that Scott was right and I do feel like a cripple. I take a shower and get dressed in to a loose fitting yellow spaghetti strap top and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. When I walk in to the kitchen I see Scott standing over the stove making bacon and eggs and I grin at him. I'm trying really hard to just forget about that kiss last night and concentrate on trying to make this not awkward. "Morning," I say as I grab a glass and fill it to the brim with water and take a couple of painkillers. I sit down at the kitchen table and Scott turns around and smiles brightly at me.

"How're you feeling?" He asks as he walks over to me with the frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other and piles two eggs and three huge pieces of bacon on to my plate. He seems to have gotten over what happened last night and that sort of puts me at ease so I decide to forget that it ever happened and move on.

"Bit stiff, I've got a horrible headache but I don't feel that bad considering I was RKO'd in to concrete." I tell him. And then for some reason I wonder if Scott had TIVO and whether or not he had recorded RAW. I was interested to see the replay. I had heard from Scott about how Phil had reacted when I was RKO'd but it would be good to watch it. I was still waiting for a call from the boss to debrief or at least an apology would be nice.

"Good, eat up and I'll take you over to see Punk." He says and goes back off in to the kitchen to start on the dishes. By the time Scott has dropped me at Phil's house it's not even eight o'clock in the morning and I'm not even sure if Phil will be awake. I'm feeling a bit funny so Colt knocks on the door while I wait in the car. They exchange words and Phil looks over Colt's shoulder and pushes past him to get to the car where I'm waiting anxiously. I don't know what to say to him so he just takes my hand and helps me out of the car and leads me inside. Colt insists that if I need anything that I should could him and then he leaves.

"How are you feeling?" Phil asks as he not so kindly pushes Colt out the door and slams the door behind him. I smile crookedly and Phil leads me over to his couch and I sit down slowly. My head is still throbbing from last night and I'm not ever sure what I've done to my neck but it's sore and stiff and it hurts when I move it.

"I'm sore, but I'll be alright." I answer shyly. And this is what I was afraid of. We have one fight because he doesn't have the balls to tell me how he feels and I go in to a shell because I'm afraid if I say the wrong thing he'll arch up and we'll never get over this.

"Indie, I'm sorry about last. That wasn't meant to happen." He mumbles as he sits down on the couch beside me and carefully wraps one of his arms around me.

"I'm not mad about what happened at the show. I'm over that, I was upset because I didn't understand why you ignored me for so long." I tell him. And now I'm not sure if I should tell him about my chat with Cabana last night. He knows that we're close and he obviously knows because of the conversations they've had that Cabana knows how he feels. "Cabana told me why you did it." I mumble as I shuffle a little closer to him. I like how my brain works, think about it, and then do it anyway.

"Did he now? Was this before or after he kissed you?" I look up at him curiously and he's frowning at me.

"Did he tell you that?" I ask him.

"Yeah he called me last night apologising profusely begging me not to hate him." I smile softly, that's why he was so calm this morning, and he already hashed it out with Phil. I wonder how Phil feels about it.

"Do you hate him?" I ask Phil curiously. I knew he'd probably be a little upset and betrayed but the fact that Colt went straight to him and told him what happened should make the situation a little better. I don't think he meant anything by it anyway.

"No, of course not. Do you like him more than you like me?" He pouts a little and I have to laugh.

"You're an idiot; I like you a lot more than I like Cabana." I've got butterflies in my stomach. It's not like we haven't sat on the couch like this before. But I feel like things are different. We haven't been this close in months. He's been a bit standoffish for a while, since he broke up with AJ actually. "Can you tell me why you ignored me? You haven't hugged me for months. Not since you broke up with AJ." I say slowly. I want to hear the words from his mouth but I don't want to cause another argument.

"I…" This was the moment of truth.