A.N. I can't thank you guys enough for all of the reviews you've been leaving! I know I don't reply to each and every one personally – I want to I just don't particularly have the time – but I want all of you to know that all of you are the very best! This is the most reviews I have EVER had, and I am so glad that so many of you love the Kelly/Punk pairing as much as I do. And I am even glader that you all believe I am doing them some justice with this ficlet! :D Anyways! On with the grand chapter 10!
Also, regarding a certain review that offered suggestions for what kind of tattoo Barbs should get, I've already had it planned out, otherwise I'd totally be using that idea! You're one of my favorite reviewers btw! EVER FAITHFUL! 3 (NOT THAT THE REST OF YOU AREN'T BECAUSE YOU ARE)
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, I know I need to shut up already lol, but yeah, I've already got another idea for a future Kelly/Punk that I'm going to do. It's going to be called "Moving Forward" and the basic outline of it is going to be: Maryse, Michelle, and Kelly are all sisters. Kelly had been in a relationship with Cody since they were in high school. Kelly gets pregnant and gives birth to a baby girl she names Jace, about ten months after having their daughter, Cody leaves Kelly. Three years later, Maryse and Michelle set Kelly up on a date with a professional wrestler that Maryse knows through her husband Mike. That particular wrestler is the one and only CM Punk/Phil. It's not love at first sight, in fact Kelly isn't all that into him and vice versa. But sometime later they run into each other again at some kind of promotional party at Maryse and Mike's house, and this is when Kelly starts to show a tiny bit of interest.
I AM SUPER SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. D: I WASN'T FEELING WELL AND THEN I WAS BUSY MOTHERS DAY AND STUFF LIKE THAT.
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Chapter 10
Barbie's fingers were twisting nervously into each other as she sat on a bench just outside of the park she had grown to love so much. She really did spend a lot of time in that little spot of hers, but no longer was it time she spent alone, waiting for a glimpse of Phil. Her, Maryse, and Eve all spent time there together after school, just having a fun time talking and laughing. But as she sat outside the park on this particular Saturday afternoon, she was waiting for a certain tattooed god to pull up and whisk her away to a tattoo shop.
After the night she'd spent at Serena's house she'd been laying in her own bed the next night when her phone had begun vibrating on her nightstand. When her baby blues had landed on the number her heart had jumped, she contemplated not answering it, but she had. His voice was just as perfect over the phone, and Barbie had slightly worried she may sound too much like a chipmunk over the phone. The conversation had lasted a good hour. She found out he was 24, was straight edge, and worked as a motivational speaker for youth groups. She told him that she was thinking about going to nursing school then working in pediatrics. It hadn't been until just moments before they hung up that anything regarding the tattoo was brought up.
They ended up planning it for the following weekend. Barbie's baby blues glanced up as the familiar vehicle pulled up alongside the tree lined curb. His gleaming eyes were instantly locked with hers. The original plan had been for him to pick her up at her house, but once Barbie learned her dad was going to be home she'd called Phil and asked if he could pick her up at the park instead. She didn't want her dad freaking out because she was getting into a car with a man he'd never seen before. Yeah, she was legally an adult now, but she still lived with her mom and dad, so she had to play by their rules. Not to mention her father was a police officer, she really didn't want to give Phil those kinds of problems.
"Hey Barbie doll." His wink spreads a blush across her cheeks as she slips into the passenger seat of the car.
Pulling the seatbelt on, Barbie smiles at him, "Hi Phil. How are you?"
"Was good, now I'm great." His wicked smirk causes Barbie's heart to flutter. This man could seriously affect her in ways no one ever has.
"Gosh Phil, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were totally into me."
"Isn't it obvious that I am?" his eyes were trained on the road ahead, but the serious tone in his voice was evident.
Barbie hadn't been expecting that kind of reply, her baby blues wide as she stared at him. His hazel briefly flickered to meet her gaze, but they quickly returned straight ahead. Cheeks flushed she turned her eyes downwards, her voice low and nervous. "I'm kinda into you too."
"I know." Was his to casual reply, "You're young Barbs, but there is definitely something going on here. Serena and Luke feel the need to constantly tell me this." His voice is light, and humorous.
"Am I to young?"
"If you were we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"I guess," her voice trails off and her eyes return to him, "Is this like…a really subtle way of asking me out on a date, Phillip?"
"That depends, Barbara." His lips are curled into his signature smirk. "Are you saying yes or no?"
"Definitely yes," Barbie's usual confidence is shining through, though inside a million butterflies were churning her insides.
"Then we can set something up."
"Friday night. It's when my schools having its senior prom."
"You want me to take you to your prom?"
Barbie laughs, "No! I want to skip it and go do something else."
"I thought prom was supposed to be some kind of spectacular event for girls your age?"
"It is. But I'm sure I'd have more fun with you." What Barbie was really trying to say was that it would be the perfect night to go out because her parents would just think she decided to go home with Maryse or one of the other girls afterwards. She'd have to check in of course, but her parents didn't really need to know she was out on a date with an older man.
"It's a date then Barbie doll."
"A date." Barbie smiles wide just as Phil's car pulls into a parking lot just outside of a small shopping plaza. The car powers down and the two exit the vehicle. Barbie thinks they must look strange together, a bright beautiful blonde walking next to a scruffy, pierced up man wearing dark jeans and a gray hooded sweatshirt. He leads her to a place called "Horseshoes and Hand Grenades", there are dark drapes pulled over the windows so people can't see inside.
"Ladies first." He grins as he pulls the door open for her. Barbie instantly walks inside, nervousness overtaking her once again. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. Baby blues wide Barbie took in the clean and organized environment. There was a front waiting room with a couple of red sofas and matching chairs, with an appointment desk. Behind that were several rows of small booths, obviously designed for privacy.
The chime of the door must have alerted whoever was in the back that guests had arrived, as not even a minute after they walked in, a tall woman with a head of long, deep red hair walked out. She looked at Barbie oddly before her hazel eyed gaze landed on Phil. A huge smile broke over her face as she stood with a hand on her hip. Barbie noticed right away the intricate tattoo decorating the woman's right arm. "Well well, if it isn't good ole' Punk. What'cha doin here greasehead?"
Phil wore a smile of his own, a snort escaping his nose at the woman's 'greasehead' comment. Barbie certainly agreed though, this man really needed to wash his hair. "My Barbie doll here wants to get some ink." Phil replied, slinging one of his arms around Barbie's shoulders. "Amy, this is Barbie, Barbie, Amy."
"Hi…" Barbie smiled, though it was a nervous smile. "Phil told me you were the best person to see about it."
"Punker didn't lie. I'm the best of the best, sweetheart. Kat Von D ain't got shit on me. 'Sure you're going to be able to handle it?"
"Yes." Barbie said quickly, taking a small amount of offense to the question.
"Chillax, doll. Just making sure. I'm going to have to see ID before we even sit down and discuss what you're looking for. I trust Punk over here didn't bring me in a minor but it's policy, ya know?"
Barbie nodded, sifting around in her small pink purse and quickly lifting out a light blue state ID and holding it out to Amy. The older woman took it, seeming to barely glance at it before handing it back and making her way around the reception desk. The phone was ringing, had been since they walked in, but Amy simply picked it up and dropped it back down onto the receiver before pulling the wire out. Her eyes meet Phil's, "Adam still doesn't get it when I tell him to leave me the fuck alone." She's wearing a smirk as she speaks, her hand finding a black notepad and misshapen pen. She writes down Barbie's full name and age, "Come sign this, then we'll get started."
Barbie takes the pen, rolling it around in her fingers trying to find a comfortable position to hold the thing. It was one of those novelty pens that had a completely impractical design. Scribbling out her signature in all of its loopy glory, Barbie puts the pen back down, raising her eyes to Amy's. "Awesome. Alright, doll, let's get this shit going."
Barbie looks at Phil nervously, but the man simply urges her to follow Amy behind the counter. He sticks close to her, easing some of Barbie's nerves but she was seriously intimidated by the brash woman. "Know where you want it, Barbs?" Phil questions as the blonde settles into a chair that resembled something you'd see in a dentist's office.
"Placement is important." Amy says as she sifts through a few large binders. With a huff of what Barbie could only assume was satisfaction, the older woman turned back to her and handed the binder over. "Take a look in here. Might see something you like, that is, if you don't already have an idea?"
"No. Thank you." Barbie offers a small smile, "I want to start small…really small." Barbie adds, baby blues drawn to the intricate designs that filled the binder she held in her lap. She was halfway through the binder when a small, yet elaborate butterfly caught her attention. The second her baby blues landed on it, she knew it was the one. Though still very nervous, Barbie brought her eyes to Phil who was still standing pretty close to her chair. "I want this one."
"What'cha telling him for? You definitely don't want Punker tatting you up, doll. He's awesome and everything, but unless you want it botched…" Amy trailed off a little, her eyes glittering with laughter.
"She's right. You definitely don't want me holding that needle." He winks at Barbie as her cheeks tint pink. "That's Amy's own design, you know."
"Sure is." The redhead boasts as she leans in to take a closer look at the picture that Barbie seemed fascinated with. "It'll be the first time I ever put that on someone. The people that come in here are usually looking for sleeve work, or something monstrously large, or just straight corny. You have seen Punker's pepsi tattoo, right?"
Barbie can't help the giggle that passes her lips, attention turning to Phil once more. He wasn't fazed by the comment at all, in fact he looked quite prideful about it. "Coke is waaaay better."
"Give me five, baby!" Amy cheers, "I've been telling him this for years, but the damn man was born to be a rebel."
Phil, at this point, has resorted to rolling his eyes. "You both know Pepsi is the better of the two." His hazel lock with Barbie's baby blue, "So where's Amy going to be putting this butterfly, Barbie doll?"
Barbie's wearing a full-fledged smile, suddenly not so nervous anymore. She knew she had to get it somewhere she could easily hide it from her parents – she really wanted to get it behind one of her ears, but she knew that would be difficult to hide, so she'd have to settle for getting it on her ankle. She'd just have to wear socks around the house. Barbie's gaze moved from Phil to Amy as she spoke, "Right ankle." And the decision was made. As soon as she got home, Barbie would be calling Maryse to tell her what she did, but right now she was just glad to be spending time like this with Phil.
A.N. I am actually not happy with this chapter, but I couldn't make you guys wait anymore. If you really, really hate it, I might just rewrite it. I'm not going to promise to have another chapter up by tomorrow night, but I am hoping to! Review and let me know what you guys think I should do.