Defiantly one of my favorite chapters so far! I put alot of time into this, so as always let me know how you felt about it and enjoy!

Love - A

Kylie sat down with her legs crossed on her couch. "I just don't understand! I've never done anything to her!" Kylie grunted looking into the webcam. Nikki and Brie Bella we're on the other end. They appeared semi clear, which wasn't bad since they were skyping from hundreds of miles away. Nikki sighed. "Don't let it get to you! You've been doing so well! Just be the bigger person." She said. Her sister continued "It is weird though. She never seemed like that kind of person."

It was nice talking to The Bella's again. She missed her friends, even if she was doing alright on her own – minus the drama with Eve.

"I just don't want that reputation, ya know?" Kylie said moving her wavy brown hair over her shoulder. "Trust me. Remember when you started traveling with the roster? Sure, some of them showed there true colors but everyone else warmed up to you." The more sentimental Bella said.

Kylie nodded and let a smile curl on her pale pink lips.

"Thanks girls. I miss you! How are things going anyway?" she questioned. Even though she changed the subject, she didn't forget about the issue at hand. She wasn't over the problem with Eve. She had to set that aside for at least a little while to catch up with her friends.

The girls went on to tell her all about there up and coming plans. From there launch of their fitness website, not adventures in there modeling career. She was happy for them. She was finally at peace with their decision to leave. She could never leave WWE behind so quickly, but that was her and this was them. They were great business women and would succeed in anything they did.

As the Bella's were still talking she could feel her IPhone vibrating on her lap. She looked down. All of a sudden Nikki and Brie's voices were just a murmur in the background. Phil Brooks.

For whatever reason she forced herself to read his name numerous amounts of times. She felt her lips quiver but she decided to decline the call. She didn't know why he was calling, and it was probably rude to ignore his call after snubbing him at the house show.

She couldn't avoid him forever, but for now she swallowed her pride and turned her attention back to the Skype call.

Sunday rolled along a little too quickly. Phil looked down at his watch. 4:56 am.

He had already watched damn near every superstar board the plane just waiting to take off and head to Italy. Though he was usually one of the first on the plane with his head phones in, this time was different.

He was waiting for Kylie. He had waited all week to talk to her so the next five minutes weren't going to kill him.

It was safe to say she was avoiding him. He knew she was, he wasn't stupid. He was just so clueless as to why she was. He hadn't changed, or did anything that he knew of. Things were good as far as he knew. (but then again he didn't know much when it came to women.) For whatever reason she was ignoring him, it was driving him crazy. Not just driving him crazy because she was ignoring him, but driving him crazy because he cared so much.

As he waited every few minutes a fan would greet him, some politely – others not so much, asking for an autograph or two. He didn't mind, even though his mind was 100% else were.

Suddenly his hazel eyes widened and his heart started to beat at an irregular pace. The way it did when he won a title or even a match.

Kylie approached him. Her jeans were just as tight as usual, clinging to her legs. A thick grey sweatshirt hid her flat stomach, and a charcoal and black pattern scarf hung around her neck. Her bangs were held back with one small bobby pin exposing her makeup less face and the rest of her hair hung in waves down farther than her shoulders. She was looking down at her phone, ignoring everything that was going on around her.

"So how long did you think you could ignore me for?" Phil perked up. Kylie locked her green eyes directly on him and no one else. "I wasn't ignoring you, Phil I just…"

"Usually when people don't return phone calls or texts that considered ignoring… or avoiding." Phil said with a smirk. "Listen I can't talk to you about this now…" she sighed, biting her lip.

The feeling of worry fled his body. He was instantly confused and in a way, a little bit irritated. Why wasn't she being herself? What the hell changed, or what the hell had he done to her? All he was doing for the past month or so has been helping.

"Ok" he said in defeat. He scratched at his facial hair waiting to see if she had anything more to say before they boarded the plane. Apparently she didn't.

Simultaneously they picked up their belongings and followed each other onto the plane. Awkwardly, they found there seats separately.

Kylie took her seat and knew she had nearly 6 hours to decide what she was going to say to Phil.

It only took a minute. She knew what she was going to do.

Meanwhile, 5 seats ahead Phil Brooks sat in his seat, so frustrated in his thoughts. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't hold a conversation with Kofi – who was sitting comfortably in the window seat next to him, and he couldn't concentrate on his comic book either.

For a whole six hours Phil waited, and waited. He would occasionally drift off into a pretend sleep, or check his twitter sending out sarcastic tweets to members of the WWE universe.

Once they arrived in Italy, Kylie was gone before Punk even had the chance to talk to her. Luckily just as he retrieved his bags from the luggage center, He noticed the blonde that was sitting next to Kylie the whole ride.

"Hey, Kaitlyn?" he said acknowledging her awkwardly.

She turned swiftly. "Yes?" she looked up at him, her attention no longer on the luggage carousel. "Where'd Kylie go?" he said, trying to keep is cool. "Oh. She went straight to the hotel. I told her I would handle grabbing her luggage if she would check us in." the muscle bound diva said. "Thanks" Phil said, offering a half smile quickly before turning to find the quickest exit route.

He stepped outside of the airport; the warm Italian air hit him. He looked up at the cloudless blue sky. The sun beat down on him harshly and he squinted at its bright rays. In the meantime, a cab had pulled up just in time for Phil to get in.

He told the cab driver the name of the hotel and where he was told it was located. The driver spoke in a thick accent and nodded.

The drive was hectic, as most cab drivers where aggressive – non apologetic drivers. Then again, everything in Phil's life was hectic. He was a WWE superstar.

Once they arrived out front, Phil looked up at the tall building. It was old, elegant and looked much like most of the buildings in Italy.

His next step would be to check in, and find Kylie – and that didn't take long.

Once he got all of his room information, he rushed up to his room. It was up to the fifth floor, and when he opened the door he was surprised by the room's space. It was a rather large hotel room. Two king beds, the usual dressers and so on. It had some extra room that was taken up by a couch and table. The window let in the bright sun light. He looked out of it taking in the beautiful view he had of Italy.

Turning around from the window, he looked down at his phone.

"What room are you in?" his fingers didn't hesitate when texting the message, and Kylies must not have either.

"579" she responded almost instantly.

It didn't take long for him to put his phone back in his pocket, slick back his hair and put his usual hat on. He headed out the door in a hurry with nothing else in mind but Kylie.

Once he got to her door, he knocked once then patiently waited. It was long before she appeared in front of him.

"You can come in. Kaitlyn went to get food with Derrick."

Phil did as she said.

"So what's going on? I'm here now, you can't avoid me." He tried to smile.

She refused to sit down, and refused to look at him. Finally after pacing back and forth for a second, she looked at him. His hazel eyes were beating down on her. Once she opened her mouth, it all just came out. Everything she had been holding in for at least five days. It was like a word vomit.

Phil stood there and said nothing. Once she finished speaking, he still said nothing.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" he closed his eyes slowly and took a breath. "Better question, why would you avoid me?"

She looked at him innocently. "Well I..." she threw her hands up but let them gently fall to her side. She was scarred, but didn't want to admit it to him. She looked down. "I didn't think you were that kind of girl. Hell, that's what I liked about you. You overcame all that shit and kept going. So why would you care what someone was saying now?" Kylie slowly looked up.

"Stop letting what people say effect you so much! After being around you for these past couple of weeks I saw a totally different side of you. I look at you and see the passion you have for this. This business. I know you're not just one of those girls using whoever they can to get to the top." He got closer to her. He was inches away from her at this point. "You are one of the only people I met in the 7 years that I've been in the WWE that I genuinely care about. I don't know what it is about you but you're something else. Truly different. I have faith in you and I've told you that, but it time you have faith in yourself too.