I Do Not Own Anybody or Anything But This Story.

Song: If I Never See Your Face Again- Maroon 5 feat. Rihanna

If I Never See Your Face Again

"If I never see your face again I don't mind 'cause we gone much further than I thought we'd get, tonight."

The bright light of his phone, which had been laying on the bed tore Phil from his comic book. A surge of nervousness and glee filled his senses as he picked up the phone, he hoped it was Randy. He really hoped it was Randy.

Colt:

You Home Man? I'm Heading Over In 10.

Punk didn't even reply he just sat the phone back down and cursed to himself. It's been 3 weeks since Randy had left back in the rode and not once has he minded to call or text. After all the begging and crying for Randy to stay a while longer, Punk admits he feels shitty and felt even shittier with each passing day that Randy doesn't communicated with him.

Alright, maybe that was his fault. Maybe he showed too much emotion and it scared him off. Maybe he was busy, the life of a pro wrestler never stops. There's free days but being on the road almost 365 days, causes stress and exhaustion- which is why he's on leave- so he knows how Randy might feel. But then again, Randy always found time for him no matter how tired or busy he is.

What if Randy was cheating on him?

A wash of nausea went through Punks body. How would he handle that? Could he handle it? No, his life would be over. He would give up dating forever, and if he does date he would know what type to look for. He doesn't have a type. Does he? Ok, that's an absolute lie, whatever type Randy was, that's his type. And no he doesn't care how girly that sounds 'cause when it comes to Randy he could be as girly as he wants.

"Yo, Philli-O Where ar-" Colt popped his head inside the room and smiled brightly "There you are buddy. I brought pizza, come to the living room."

It's been 10 minutes already? What time was it anyway? Punk looked at the clock on his night stand- 3:56. The smell of pizza seeped into the room, looming Punk out of his room stretching and yawning. In the living room Colt had 2 boxes if pizzas in front of him as he sat comfortably on the couch, watching some SyFy movie and laughing obnoxiously when the obviously untalented actors got attacked by a mythical creature. Punk smiled softly and plopped down next to him, grabbing a slice of pizza and stretched his feet onto Colts lap. Guess he could use a few hours of not thinking of Randy.

He thought this little whatever Colt wanted to call it was going perfectly fine, he enjoyed hearing the laughter of his friend and also watching the cheesy movies he's choose my to watch, but it wasn't the same. Randy wasn't there so he could rest his head on his lap, or to make sarcastic comments with. Of course he could do that with Colt, but damn it, it wasn't the same. He didn't get that tug of his heart, when Colt laughed or the tingly feeling in his stomach, when he propped his feet upon Colts legs.

"You think he's cheating on you don't you?" Colt asked not even looking away from the TV. Punk had noticed a commercial was on, and Colt was making a face that said he was serious. He chose not to answer and instead grabbed another slice of cold pizza. "You know he wouldn't, he can't hurt you."

"I know," Punk sighed putting the pizza back in the box, he wasn't in the mood for pizza anymore. "I guess, I just- he hasn't called or texted in weeks, Colt."

Colt turned to face him this time his face twice as serious, and if Punk didn't know any better he would've pissed his pants a little. He flinched when Colt turned back to the TV screen as the movie started again. The room falling into silence- a very disturbing silence Punk might add.

"He's a pro wrestler Phil, busy schedule." He turned again making a face that said 'You should understand that', "Every minute of his life doesn't revolve around you, but you know damn well he spends every minute thinking about you."

Punk stayed quiet. He felt stupid and guilty for jumping to conclusion like that. He's never done the whole in love thing before, so he's freaking out over the little things. Huh. When did Colt become so smart about these things?

"I'm sorry." Punk mutter and he hated saying I'm sorry. He hated it with a passion.

"Don't apologize for how you feel," Colt said sternly, "But I wanna know. What if you never see Randy's face again? What if he just leaves you and doesn't take a glance back. What then Phil?"

Punk sat in bed staring blankly at the wall. Colts question running through his mind time and time again. He knows Colt was only talking metaphorically, but it could possibly happen. Though he doesn't want it to, it's possible. He loves Randy more than anything in the world, so it does make him wonder, what would happen? How would that affect him emotionally?

Randy was his pride, his joy, his rock, his best friend, his lover, his diary, his enemy...his everything. And he would trade anything in the world to keep him to himself.

Punk's phone buzzed beside him as he settle down and rested his head on a pillow. Thinking it was Colt he picked up the phone and stared at the screen. His heart flutters in his chest as a small smile made it's way to his lips.

Randal:

G'night baby.

Hm. If he never sees Randy's face again, he wouldn't mind. He'll always have his memories.