Hey there everybody! I went on a writing spree yesterday so I'm far enough ahead that I'm going to go ahead and update again today! :) Aren't you a lucky bunch? hehe.

I'm just kidding. But really, I hope you guys are enjoying it! I LOVE getting your reviews and hearing what you think!

These next few chapters, things start heating up a bit as far as the plot goes, so I hope you guys really start to enjoy it!

OH! Also, I know sometimes there are a few typos. I DO proof read my chapters like three times but when it's little things, I tend to just skim over them when I'm reading so I'm really sorry for all of those little things! Thank you for baring with me!

Love you guys! Enjoy chapter ten!

-Kelsey

EDIT:

AH! I accidentally posted chapters 11 and 12 so, if anyone was actually online and read them before I realized it and took them down, you got lucky! Haha!

CH 10

"EVEN THROUGH THE DARKEST DAYS THIS FIRE BURNS ALWAYS THIS FIRE BURNS ALWAYS"

"Oh for the love of God, shut up!" The sound of my phone blared through my hotel room. Hangover, plus Killswitch Engage first thing in the morning? Yeah, no thanks. I rolled over and stood, walking to my purse which was sitting on the table. I scrolled the bar across the screen of my iPhone, "Hello?"

"Hey Charlie, how ya doing?" Eve's voice asked softly.

I groaned into the phone, making my way back to sit on the edge of the bed. "I feel like death…" I mumbled, running a hand through my hair before laying back down, cuddling into the sheets with a sigh, "What's up?"

"AJ and I are going shopping, we thought…"

"You're going to buy me new work stuff, aren't you?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and wiping the excess make-up from the previous night away.

"And a few outfits just for being cute, but yes." I could hear her smiling over the phone.

I rolled over in search of the clock, "What time is it anywa—" My eyes were suddenly wide. "Hey Eve… I'm uh… I'm gonna have to call you back in just a second…" I hung up the phone before she could answer.

"This Fire Burns? Really?" CM Punk had his arms over his chest as he leaned back into the pillows of MY bed.

"Wha- What are you doing in my bed? What are you doing in my room?" I asked, pulling the blankets up around my chest, though I was clothed. I then blinked down at my pajamas, "How did I get in these?" I stared at him, brows knit together in confusion and worry. "What did you do?"

Punk merely laughed at me and yawned, making himself comfortable amongst my sheets, "You don't remember much from last night do you?" he asked, stretching now and chuckling as he watched my eyes grow wide with fear. "Don't worry." He reassured me, though I could have sworn I saw a flash of something in those hazel eyes. He pulled back the covers to show that he was still in the clothes he'd been in when we'd gone out last night.

I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank God…" I said softly. I looked to my bedside table to set my phone down and blinked. There was a cup and a package of Tylenol. I turned to look at him and he smiled at me.

"I thought you might need it."

I nodded slowly at him and took the pills gratefully before turning back in the bed to look at him, still feeling slightly perplexed. "So… nothing happened…?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, "I'm straight edge, remember? Promiscuous sex is a no-no."

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I laughed awkwardly, "Right…" I cleared my throat and stood up, "Well, I'm uh… Shower."

I cursed in my head as I grabbed clothes from my suitcase on my way to the bathroom. It would be nice if I could find the time in my busy schedule to actually form full sentences when I was in his presence, that'd be awesome.

I shut the door behind me and heard the tumbler lock. Leaning up against it, I tossed my clean clothes into the sink before turning around to look at my reflection in the mirror. I frowned, I'd had worse mornings, but never with a man that I was interested in sitting in my bed upon waking. Well, nothing I could do now, what was done, was done. It was just time for damage control now.

The water was warm as I stepped into the hotel shower, sighing at the sweet relief it gave to my pounding hung-over head. I shampooed my hair and washed my body, grabbing the towel folded neatly on the towel wrack and stepping into the lightly steamed room.

My mind was elsewhere, buzzing with thoughts as I went through the motions of putting on my clothes. More torn jeans, but today a simple grey V-neck to completely the look, I could try my hand at not being quite so shabby. I wiped the mirror free of steam and scrunched up my nose. My hair was a tangled mess, not that this was new to me at all. I'd leave it for last. I grabbed the make-up bag from the counter and applied base and eyeliner, the only two things I really ever used. I peered at my reflection, nodding to myself before brushing my teeth. Once I was done with this I unlocked the door and made my way back out into the hotel room.

My brows furrowed as my eyes landed on the man who was still calming lying in my bed. "You're still here?" I asked, feet stumbling their way towards the table to grab a hair tie. We locked eyes as I pulled my mess of hair into a somewhat contained bun at the back of my head.

"I wasn't aware I was supposed to leave." Punk said easily as he sat up, peeling the covers off of his body as he stretched, before swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress. I could do nothing more than stare at him.

"Y-you're not… I mean… You don't have to…" Seriously, Charlie? Learn to talk…

He grinned at me, but something seemed different this morning. It wasn't the normal smirk that he threw at me, coupled with sarcastic remarks and teasing insults. His eyes were different but… I couldn't explain how…

"I'll get out of your hair." With that he stood up, stretching once more and walked around the bed. His eyes didn't leave mine for a second as I went to grab my phone and shoved it into my pocket. The loss of eye contact was entirely my fault as I fumbled around inside the tiny handbag I'd taken to the club last night for my wallet. Upon finding it, I shoved it into my back pocket and looked back towards him.

Punk was still eyeing me with that grin...

"Are you… Are you sure nothing happened last night?" My tone must have sounded accusatory because he put a hand to his chest and forced a false frown.

"Charlie, I am just HURT that you would think I would lie to you!" There was the normal smirk, the one I was used to, the one that didn't make my heart race. Well… In all honesty, it did, but it didn't make me nearly as nervous as the smile I'd been receiving before.

I forced a laugh and nodded, "Right. Because you're always such a little angel." My eyes rolled as I reached for the door knob, unlocking the inside latch. I felt something behind me, a hand against my ass and fingers in my pocket.

I knew my eyes must have been the size of saucers as I turned, forcing my face mere inches from Punk's. My chest was heaving with shortened breath and I did nothing but stare at him for a moment. That smile again…

"Thought you might need your room key for when you go out." With that, he side stepped me and opened the door, making his way out of the room, the latch of the door clicking before I could even turn to blink at his movement.

"What the fuck just happened…?"