Update yayaya! sorry things are pretty slow, hope you like this chapter, don't forget to review lovelies :D this story is slowly coming to an end :( don't know about a sequel, not sure mhmmhmhmhm? by the way, in this story i've given Punk to miraculous talent of playing guitar, god knows why think it would make him even more sexier than he already is :))))))

The next morning, I woke up with the feeling someone was watching me. Just as I opened my eyes I felt Phil run his fingers gently through my hair. I looked up at him, smiling back as he smiled at me.

His grin was lopsided and my body filled with warmth from the tender caress his eyes were sending my way. "Good morning," he said and leaned up on his elbows to give me a kiss on my cheek.

"Good morning." I stretched slightly, not wanting a full one where the blanket would drop down and show my breasts. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," he shakes his head. I smiled up at him, wondering what he was thinking as he gazed down at me. Phil sighed, moving the blankets and moved up so that his top half was lying over top of mine as he held himself up by his elbows. His chest was against my breasts and I could feel the warmth of him spreading into me. He stared down at me with a smile, "You seem so familiar to me. It's a great feeling." He then leaned down and pressed his gentle, full lips to my forehead.

I closed my eyes, not wanting them to betray anything. I knew exactly why I seemed so familiar to him, and for once I actually wished he could remember me. Not so he could feel bad, but so we could finally be honest with each other.

Once I had pushed my feelings of guilt away I smiled up at him. I lifted my hand and placed it on the side of his face, caressing his cheek. I brushed my thumb over his eyebrow slowly; it's dark, soft texture making me feel calm somehow.

"What?" he asked as I continued.

I suddenly came back to reality and realized what I was doing, and how weird it was. I quickly dropped my hand and looked away. "I'm sorry."

Phil chuckled, and I could feel the rumbles from his stomach to mine. "No, don't be," he said and took my hand in his, bringing it back to his face. "Go ahead."

I looked at him with uncertainty and didn't move my thumb. "It's weird."

Phil looked down for a moment, and I wondered how weird he thought I was now. I really hoped he wouldn't tease me about it. I pushed the thought out of my head, willing myself to believe he wasn't that young man anymore; that he'd changed.

He looked back up at me "If I have a hard time getting to sleep, I'll sleep upside down in my bed."

My eyebrows rose in confusion, "What?"

"I'm weird too," he smiled brightly. "So don't worry about the eyebrows."

Feeling hesitantly comfortable with it I began to stroke my thumb over the softness. "I don't know why I do this." I almost laughed at myself, at how silly the whole concept was. "There's something else I want to do."

Without waiting for his reply I moved my hand to his chin where his entire groomed scruff was. Then, as though he was a puppy I started scratching the hair lightly.

Phil's eyes closed immediately and he made an angry face. I stopped when he made a hissing noise. I proceeded to laugh when he shifted his weight onto his one elbow and lifted his other hand and started scratching his beard himself.

"It's so itchy," he complained, which only made me laugh a little more. "Hey," he stopped and looked down at me, "no laughing." Then he leaned forward and gave my nose a small nip.

When I felt his teeth it made me stop and just stare at him. "Did you just bit me?" I asked, ending with a laugh.

"Well," he started with a tilt of his head. "You did start it last night."

I blushed furiously remembering when I had been in the throes of ecstasy when I bit his shoulder. He had let out a noise that sounded almost like a growl, which even thinking about made my stomach do a flip-flop.

"You're so cute," Phil exclaimed with surprising happiness then kissed my nose.

"Thanks," I said almost sarcastically, but on the inside I was very flattered, but too shy to respond to it. "Would you like some coffee?"

"No thanks. Why don't you just stay here in bed with me?" He asked and moved his hands underneath me, holding me tightly to him.

"Because I have work today," I replied and crawled out of the bed, throwing on a light, baggy sweater that dropped over one shoulder.

Phil leaned up on his elbow and looked surprised. "You work on Saturday?"

I paused, mid-putting on pants, then continued. "No," I said and blushed.

Phil laughed and reached his long arm out to grab the loose fabric of my sweatshirt. "Come here." As he pulled me back to the bed he rolled onto his back so that I lied on top of him slightly. "Do you think if I brought my guitar over you could sing for me?"

My body froze slightly and Phil caught it. He laughed and held me tightly. "Aw don't be scared Mia. I know you can sing," he quirked an eyebrow, "I've heard you in the bathroom."

I groaned embarrassedly and dropped my head onto his shoulder. "That's awful."

He brought his arms up and caressed my naked back with his large, strong hands. "It's adorable," he said and I could almost hear his smile through his voice.

I lifted my head and shook my head with a smile. I then crawled off of him and finished putting on my pants. "I'm going to go to the bathroom then I'm going to get some orange juice. You can get something right now though if you want, just help yourself." I turned to the door.

"You didn't answer my question," he asked.

I turned with the door open and smiled back at him. "I have to think about it," then walked out, closing the door behind me.

Phil's POV.

I smiled, looking around the room while I slipped on my jeans and tee. Mia's room consisted of one dresser, a bed, closet, and a T.V. At first glance the room looked spick and span, but with the sun now shining through the window I could see a few of the clothes that were sticking out the side of the closet door. It reminded me of my own room.

I opened the bedroom door and looked down the small hallway, catching the light underneath what I assumed was the bathroom door. I paused for a moment, waiting to see if I could hear her voice. Mia could really sing, and I knew that she was insecure about it, but I wanted to help her with that.

I noticed Mia seemed to be insecure about a lot of things; it was almost as though it was a part of who she was. But somehow I knew that there had to be something more behind it, that someone had made her feel extremely insecure before.

My eyebrows drew together as I thought back to how I used to be. I was awful to so many people when I was in school, and all for popularities sake. I shook my head, disgusted with myself. I was going to have to make sure I never made Mia feel less than she was. I didn't know who hurt her in the past, but I wanted to erase that for her. I want her self-doubt to disappear; and I want to be the one to help her do it.

I walked into the kitchen and saw her roommate, David I think, pouring himself some coffee. I saw him lift up his head towards me slightly, but immediately look back at what he was doing.

"Hi," I greeted and when he set down the coffee I stuck out my hand, "I'm Mia's boyfriend."

To my surprise David only looked at me long enough to see my hand then turned away. "Yeah, I got that from last night," he said grumpily as he walked to the island seats in the kitchen.

I realized that he was pissed because we must have been loud enough to keep him up last night. "Sorry man," I apologized, "didn't mean to bother you." I leaned back on the counter, putting the heels of my hands behind me on it.

"Too late."

I was silent after that, taken aback by the hostile tone in his voice. I had no idea why this guy would be so upset with me. I frowned in new born irritation and checked a couple cupboards to find a glass for Mia since I wasn't thirsty any more. I then reached into the fridge and poured some orange juice.

"What are you doing?" David snapped, accusation dripping from his words.

I didn't even bother looking back at him as I put the juice back, "Getting some juice."

"This isn't your place, you shouldn't-"

I turned around and set the glass down on the kitchen island a little harder than I had intended. "Mia said to make myself at home, so that's what I'm doing." I couldn't help continuing as my face scrunched in frustration with this guy and my confusion as to why he would dislike me so quickly. "What's your problem anyway?" I asked lifting my hands, palms facing the ceiling. "You should have no reason to dislike me, and yet," I paused, "here you are."

David straightened his shoulders and pulled his hand away from his coffee mug as he glared at me. "I can dislike whoever I feel like."

Suddenly it was like a light switch going on and I had an idea. "Wait," my brows drew together and I lowered my voice, trying to sound softer. "Do you have feelings for Mia?"

He made a disgusted sound and pushed himself away from the island, standing up with jerky movements. "No, I don't. But I don't really appreciate you coming here and taking advantage of her."

"What?" I scoffed. "What makes you think I would take advantage of her?"

"Oh, come on," David sneered, "Mia is too nice for her own good; too shy. And I know what you're like Phil," he spat as he stepped closer and pointed a finger at me. "And I want you to stay the fuck away from Mia."

"David."

At the sound of Mia's voice we both turned to the hallway entrance to see her standing there. At first she looked confused as she looked between the two of us. But that confused expression slowly turned to anger as her eyes set upon her roommate.

Mia's POV.

I glared at David, "What is wrong with you?" I barked as I stepped towards them.

"I want to talk with you," he said seriously, not losing any of his irritation.

"Fine," I said and began to follow him out of the kitchen. I stopped right before I left the room and looked back at Phil. Knowing he must feel confused and want to know what was going on I walked back over to him and gave him a kiss. "Sorry."

He nodded and gave my arm a small squeeze. I smiled weakly and left, not looking forward to the talk I was going to have with David. He was a bit of a hot head and had very strong opinions. Normally I love these things about him; but normally these things don't really affect me. Unfortunately, this time was different. David was over stepping his bounds by trying to get into it with Phil.

"What the fuck Mia?" David snapped as soon as he closed his bedroom door behind me.

"I should be asking you that," I retorted. "You had no business talking like that to him."

"You have no business bringing him here."

"It's my life David," I said a little softer, trying to be calm. "And I've decided to actually date him."

"No way," he said sarcastically. "Wonder boy already filled me in. God Mia, you know you told me two weeks ago that you would never have a relationship with him, but he comes here and then there you are," his eyes widen, "Fucking him!"

I hated confrontation, and I wish I could react with the so-called 'fight' instinct rather than the 'flight' that I always seemed to use. I felt my hands start to get clammy and my body stiffen while tears threatened. "Lower your voice David, please."

He inhaled deeply. "Sorry Mia," he sighed then held his breath for a moment before letting it out in frustration. "But seriously," he tilted his head to the side. "Why?"

I looked down slightly before meeting his gaze again. "I don't know David," I shook my head. "I don't know what it is, it's just…" I trailed off.

"Give me something Mia, anything." He was standing in front of me with his arms folded across his chest.

I looked at him with earnest eyes as I tried to somehow make him understand me. "I feel different with him. It's not like before," I looked away in reflection, "he's different than he used to be."

"You really think so? Because I don't."

"But don't you see David? You don't have to think that. It doesn't matter, because it's my life," I said, trying to sound stern.

"I'm your friend, and so yes, it matters."

"Why don't you give him a chance to show you then? Why do you have to cut him off before he's even done anything?"

"Because he already has done something," he argued. "You may not be able to tell but I can. You're different than you would have been if it weren't for him. You're so shy and insecure because of him." He continued after a pause, "and that's not a good thing."

I glared up at him. "I'm done talking to you about this. This is my life, and I'm dating Phil. You're just going to have to live with it." And for the first time, I didn't wait for someone to sling any words back at me. I just walked away, finally being the one to have the last word.

It felt exhilarating.

I walked back to the kitchen to find Phil leaning back against the counter. I smiled and put my arms around his waist when I reached him. I put my arms around his waist and hugged myself to him. "I'm sorry about that."

He put his strong arms around me and rubbed my back. "Let's just forget it," he said and a rush of relief flooded over me.

I nodded and leaned away, looking up at him as our bodies' waist down stayed connected. "So, about that singing thing," I trailed off.

"Yes?" He smiled, brightness in his gaze.

"Let's do it," I agreed with a roll of my eyes. "But you have to teach me some guitar ok?"

"Deal," he said, bringing his hand up to the back of my head and kissing me firmly on the mouth.

As his lips moved over mine, I lifted my arms about his shoulders. I felt the sexy sensation of his scruff against my face and it just made me want him more. I pressed my body close to his and stepped into him.