Brie Bella pranced around the hotel room, hanging up streamers every where, all with tacky writing that read: happy new year! The tacky letters hung strayed across the ceiling, even though they weren't even staying in for the night. MVP had insisted that they go down to a party out in the city sidewalks.
Brie sighed to herself, planting herself on the couch, letting her eyes slide shut quickly. New Years Resolution? More like New Years problem.
Being attacked by her ex boyfriend and her twin sister had quite the downside. It also got quite lonely at times.
"Hey? You okay?" MVP asked quietly, noting Brie's position.
Brie jumped up, flattening her hair, "Oh sorry, I was just..." Brie stuttered for a response.
"Thinking?" MVP supplied, placing a red band-aid on his nose.
She nodded, "How did you know? Well, it's really obvious." Brie quipped with a dry laugh, walking over to him, "It's weird, usually me and Nikki spend New Years together."
"It was usually Punk, Colt, and I." MVP replies, cracking his knuckles, "But you know, things change."
Brie nodded, "Where is he anyways?"
"Someone call for me?" CM Punk asked, walking into the hotel room looking particularly sweaty. Of course, only he would work out on New Years as if his life depended on his exercise routine.
Her face broke out into a smile, regardless of how hard she tried to force it back, "Working out on New Years Eve?" She places a delicate finger over her lip, pondering this for a moment, "Any New Years Resolutions or goals.. or whatever they call it these days." She waved her hand carelessly in the air.
"What do I need to resolve?" CM Punk ran a hand through his mused hair that seemed to have a few stray pieces, "You trying to say something, shortie?"
Brie giggled, "What if I am?" She teased him.
He walked over to her and pressed his sweaty body against hers, engulfing her in a kiss. She squirmed under it, feeling his sweat beginning to seep through her jeans. She could feel him smirking against her lips.
She finally shoved him back, "Thank you!" She laughed, gesturing to her now sweat stained jeans, "Now I need to take a shower."
He grinned, "Well, so do I.." He added, a slight smirk raising a eyebrow as he did so.
Brie felt a slight blush spread across her cheeks.
After getting out of the shower and putting on clothes, Brie left to go and.. well, she wasn't sure what she was doing. She swallowed down her fear, even though she knew it was pressing down on her as she knocked on the door.
She heard grumbling and loud shuffles before the door swung open.
Wade Barrett stood in front of her - with quite the height advantage. He looked down at her and smiled.
"Hey Nikki. Thought I wouldn't be seeing you until later today?" Wade questioned, leaning against the door frame casually.
"Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm Brie." Brie stated, watching as his face morphed into surprise, then mass interest.
Wade quirked a eyebrow at her, "Why are you here?" He hissed, his eyes shifting uneasily.
"For closure." Brie muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm tired of this shit."
Wade stepped aside to let her in, yet Brie still hesitated before walking in.
"What shit?" Wade said, a light tease hanging in his voice.
Brie bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming in frustration, "The kind of shit that involves a chair shot."
Wade glanced away from her, a flash of guilt spreading across his features, "Didn't you already send your boyfriend on me? I already have a few bruised ribs you know."
"I don't care!" Brie snapped, "Your lucky he didn't rip a rib out of you. Because I'm pretty sure he would have if I wasn't being attached to a stretcher in the first aid wing! Thanks to you! When did it become okay to hit Divas with chairs? Last time I checked, that was against the rules."
"Against the rules? Sweetheart, rules are made to be broken." Wade leaned down to her face while saying this.
Brie glared at him, "Shut up. That was the problem with you, you never knew when to shut your mouth until you got hurt. I don't care if you're dating my sister, but if you're just doing it to smite me.."
A smirk spread against Wade's lips, "Is this jealousy? Well.."
She flashed a bright red, "Jealousy? I'm sorry, but I was hit by a chair. Obviously this failed to escape your notice, this was the whole reason I came."
"Then why are we suddenly talking about Nikki and I?" He questioned.
"Because! She told you to hit me with a chair, she couldn't do it herself. So she sent you to do the dirty work." Brie glared up at him.
"You were always hot when you were mad." Wade still had that devilish smirk resting on his face.
Brie turns a brighter red, "I knew this was a bad idea." Brie turns to leave but he grabs her arm.
"Sorry." He apologizes quickly, "I just thought back to how things were."
"That's not what we're talking about." Brie hisses under her breath.
"Why not?" Wade asks.
Brie resists the urge to slap him, even though the sensation is pulsing in her fingers, "In case it escaped your notice, you're dating my twin sister. I'm dating CM Punk already, and I'm in no rush to change that."
Wade repeats the same question he asked before, except taking a step closer before saying it, "Why not?" He whispers, before pressing his lips against hers. His hands become tangled in her hair and he's pressing her against the wall. Brie tries to shove him off, but he has a weight and height advantage over her.
"Get off!" She muffles throughout.
Yet he pretends not to hear her.
Brie brings her fist up, and before she can regret her decision, she punches him.
"Ooof!" Wade shouts, holding his jaw and falling back from her.
"Don't ever do that again!" Brie shouts, feeling tears beginning to spring to her eyes. It was ridiculous how emotional she could get.
"You little..." Wade's about to curse but Brie finds her way to the door, quickly letting herself out. Not bothering to look behind her as she sprints down the hallway.
Brie finally arrives back at her hotel room, breathing hard, she shakily pulls out her keys and puts them in the lock, shoving the door open. Relieved, she finds that no one's home. Good, she couldn't face them.
Especially not him.
The thought of CM Punk made dread fall through her body along with guilt.
Brie sets her keys on the table and heads into her room, closing the door quietly and sitting on her bed and pulling her knees up to her chest. She allows herself to cry.
She sat like that for some time, just crying. So, this is what happened when she tried to fix things, she made them far worse and much much more complicated.
Nice try.
Great, New Years Eve and look how she ended up. Messy.
Suddenly the door opens without warning, Brie doesn't even have a chance to collect herself.
"Hey-" CM Punk pauses in the doorway, assessing her bloodshot eyes and smeared mascara, "Did I miss something?"
Brie's mouth falls open, as if she's going to answer him, but she just clamps it shut again, her eyes sliding half-way closed, "I'm fine."
CM Punk closes the door and walks over to her, sitting down on her bed and drawing her close, "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine." Brie croaks out again.
"Come on, tell me." CM Punk says into the crook of her neck.
She lets out a sigh, "I went to talk to Wade Barrett today. It was so stupid."
"There's more to it." CM Punk almost says with a groan.
"He kissed me." Brie groaned, hiding her face in his shoulder, "He pressed me up against the wall, and I had to punch him just to get him off of me."
CM Punk remained silent during this.
"Sorry." Brie whispered, trying to prevent any more tears from escaping today.
CM Punk suddenly burst off the bed, "He's dead." He shouted, making his way towards the door.
Brie stood up quickly, following him, "Wait! Punk!" She said, grabbing his arm, "Please don't."
"Why not?" CM Punk shouted, running a hand over his hair, "He deserves it! He hits you with a chair and then kisses you!" He flinches at the last part.
"Because! I'm tired of all of this drama! It's driving me insane." Brie paces, running a hand through her hair, "I don't like it anymore then you do."
CM Punk suddenly pulls her close to him, her face now resting on his chest, hearing his heart beating rapidly. He runs a hand through her straight hair.
"I'm sorry." He tilts her chin up and kisses her, "I shouldn't have over-reacted.."
Brie nods, "You had every right to.. but if it makes you feel any better, I'm fairly certain I broke his jaw."
He hugs her close to him again, "2012 is definitely going to be interesting."
A/N: Pretty sure I'll be ending this story soon, maybe near Chapter 30 I believe! This could be due to change, but so far, that's my bench mark for right now. :) Thanks for reading & reviewing, you guys RAWK!