P2 notes:

So…we're really, really sorry about the wait. School; Work; assignments, etc. does not make for a productive writing environment. We will try to do better.


Cal's notes:

BrightAsNight: Yes they are, and that's true. She is what she is and you can't change it. Agreed with him handling it well, but he's still iffy about April's friends because of how they reacted etc. No they seemed to have accepted Eve more than Phil. John's… well… we'll see. :) Dean really hit a nerve with Roman, so he kind of has a reason for it, it'll get deeper into that as the story progresses. Seth… Yeah he kind of was wasn't he? LOL Thank you!

CheekyClaudine: If Dean keeps up, it might get worse!

shiki94: I would! XD Speaking of Sexual Tension… if work/School would let me update… I'd really like to… -_- Agreed. Phil just wants to be independent but doesn't seem to realize that he needs a support system, one his parents are denying him of. One he can find with April. Yeah Dean and his big mouth… Lol He'll learn… Thank you! Here's the next Chap!

BelieveInTheShield – RSD: Thank you! Glad you're enjoying the fic thus far. Thanks again and hope you stick around, sorry for the wait!

Always Straightedge and proud: Thank you.

CheekyClaudine: Exactly. No relationship is easy. Especially threesome relationships. Thank you.

Salvatoreannabeth: Thanks.

Really sorry for the long ass wait. Work and school are wearing me down pretty quickly. -_- Last two semesters though. We'll try to update maybe twice a week is possible. Thank you for being patient. Here's chapter 28.


"If you'll just sign these forms, I'll release Randy into your care," Doctor Newman told his parents, handing over the forms. "His concussion seems to have receded, and his shoulder will be fine as long as it stays in the sling." Bob Orton took the forms and began signing them, and his wife sat next to Randy on the bed.

"So… I can play football soon… Right?" Randy asked softly as he sat back against the bed. "Or at the very least… I can go to the dance tonight…"

"I want you off the field for at least 2 weeks," she told him. "You can go to the dance, but only for a little while. Don't overexert yourself."

"B-But that's bullshit! I..." Randy stopped as the ginger hair caught his eye, turning to see Stephan leaning outside the door. "The hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

"Wanted to make sure you were ok?" Stephan said with a shrug. He turned and walked away, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Excuse me young man," Randy's mother snapped. "Watch your mouth. You do not talk to people like that."

Randy rolled his eyes sighing as his mother took off after Stephan. "Great" he muttered hearing his father chuckle quietly as he finished up his discharge papers.

"You should just accept it boy," Bob chuckled. "No point fighting it if your mother likes him too."

"Hey, my son knows better than to talk like that to people," Elaine said, reaching out to capture Stephan's arm.

"It's fine," Stephan said, offering the woman a soft smile. "I'm used to his attitude."

Randy groaned and slid off the bed slowly, starting to get dressed. "Dad… just don't okay? That's… weird… I know you're trying to be supportive of my… orientation but don't." he mumbled.

"We don't care son," Bob assured him. "I was an ass to your mother when we met. And when I realized that I liked her, she wasn't having a bar of it." He clapped Randy on the shoulder. "Just don't give up on him kid."

"I don't like him… He's a dick." Randy answered as he finished getting dressed, allowing his Dad to help him into his sling.

"I was too, and now your mother is married to me," Bob chuckled. He watched as Elaine came back to them, beaming her secret smile. "Oh here comes trouble."

"Hush you," she giggled, smiling at her son. "All ready to go?"

Randy stood up silently walking out of the room, limping slightly. "Yeah… whatever" he muttered.

Bob shouldered Randy's bag, as Elaine took the keys and rushed ahead, walking with Randy.

"You feeling ok baby?" she fussed.

"Would be better if I didn't have to see him today…" Randy muttered glaring in Stephan's direction.

"You shouldn't talk about him like that," she said softly. "He's only caring about you."

"Only when he wants to. When it's convenient for him…" Randy muttered under his breath as he noticed that Stephen followed them towards the car.

Elaine pulled her husband to the side, watching as the Irish boy came closer.

"So...I know this is kinda last minute," Sheamus said softly to Randy. "But would you like to go to the dance tonight? As my date?"

"Hell no. I told you that I want nothing to do with you. You made your choice, Sheamus." Randy replied, snorting. "Go by yourself, jackass." He hissed lowly as he started limping away.

"Randal, you do not speak to him like that," Elaine growled. "Stephan, of course he'll go with you. He'd be delighted." Sheamus grinned and nodded at her, before he walked away with a beaming smile on his face.

"I'm not going… especially not with him! He can go fuck himself!" Randy snapped as he turned and stalked away from his shocked parents, limping off.

"You will be going," his mother spoke firmly. "You have been hanging around with that negative crowd of people for much too long. I will not allow it any longer."

"No. You… mother… don't even know who I am anymore. So don't try and force me to be what you want. I'm sick of it okay? I'm not your perfect fucking boy alright?!" Randy snapped without looking back as he bypassed the car and kept limping away.

"Well then why don't you tell us," his father suggested; his voice even. "Stop hiding, and share who you are now."

Randy simply grit his teeth against the throbbing in his head, his meds slightly starting to wear off as he continued limping along. "Only I know what's best for me." He hissed under his breath.

"And what's that, bullying other students?" Bob snapped, stepping forward. "Shoving them around the yard? Fighting with John? I kept telling myself that those phone calls I got from your school were wrong, that my son wouldn't do something like that. But after today, I have to wonder."

Randy stopped and laughed coldly. "I'm the fucking bully? That's why I was in the fucking hospital… You know it's not like I was the target. Cena was. I saved his ass… and I'M the fucking bully? That's laughable." He hissed, laughing humorlessly as he continued walking.

"I'm not talking about today," his father yelled. "I'm talking about for the past few years. Bullying other students, shoving them into lockers, tripping them in the lunch room."

Randy threw a cocky glance over his shoulder as he kept walking. "That's me. Randy Orton. Star football player. Don't act like your school years were any fucking different. You were worse than me, like father like son? Huh?'" He hissed, leaving his parents behind in silence.

"I am going to kill that boy," Bob hissed, starting after his son until his wife caught his arm.

"Leave it dear," she said softly.


April woke up and smiled to herself, hurrying down the hall to Phil's room.

"Phil?" she called, nudging the door open. "Phil?" When she saw the room was empty, she ran downstairs to check the kitchen, knowing that he wasn't in the bathroom. When the kitchen proved empty as well she ran back to her room and dialed his number from her cell, panicking more once it went to voicemail.


Phil sighed softly to himself as he sat in his quiet place at school. He couldn't really sleep last night, so he woke up early, showered and got dressed, grabbing his school stuff and headed to school early. He'd been there for what felt like at least a couple hours.

He didn't want to wake April up earlier than she had to be up, letting her sleep in as much as she could. He hadn't turned his phone on yet, deciding that he'd try to preserve the battery as much as he could. 'I really don't need it on this early anyways' Phil thought to himself silently.


"Kaitlyn!" April shrieked down the phone as her friend picked up sleepily. "Phil's gone!"

"April, its early," Kaitlyn yawned. "Evie and I were sleeping. I'm sure he's just at school or something." April muttered to herself, and hung up, rushing through her shower and morning routine.

"Well, that's that," Kait grumbled, rolling over to face Eve. "April is insane."

Eve blinked tiredly. "What's wrong?" She asked softly.

"Phil's gone missing," Kaitlyn sighed. "I'm sure he's fine though."

"Ugh when isn't that boy running off? She needs to put a bell or one of those limited distance shock collars on him or something shit…" Eve groaned as she rolled out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. "May as well shower…" She groaned quietly.

"Up for saving water?" Kaitlyn teased, leering.

Eve glanced back with a light blush tinting her cheeks. "Sure. No funny business though" She replied with a smile.

"No funny business," Kaitlyn agreed, smirking at Eve.

Eve flushed. "I mean it."

"So do I." Kaitlyn assured her, wrapping an arm around her waist and directing her girlfriend to the shower.

Eve nodded softly, allowing her to lead her to the bathroom.

"Alright, no funny business unless you initiate it," Kaitlyn agreed, kissing Eve gently. "Promise."

"And I won't be… We need to get to the school anyways. You'll survive." Eve teased softly as she slipped into the shower.


"Hey," Dean mumbled softly as he brushed Seth's hair back from his face.

"Hey," Seth whispered back, voice roughened with sleep. He rolled out of bed, unwilling to accept Dean's soft touches.

"Baby, you didn't force him to leave," Dean argued with a soft sigh. "It was his choice."

"But I was too harsh on him, I should have been nicer," Seth fretted as he paced beside his bed.

"You have other things to worry about today," Dean soothed, trying to calm him down. "We'll find him at school, talk to him then."

"But..." Seth started, only to be cut off by the other boy.

"No buts, there's nothing you can do now," Dean sighed, pulling the brunette back into bed with him. "We'll find him at school, and then we've got the dance tonight."

"And then the weekend with my mom," Seth sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead.

"Just sleep a little more, we've got a couple hours before we have to be at school," Dean soothed, stroking his hair back gently. Seth sighed and rested his head back on the pillows and succumbed to the unusual softness of Dean's touch.


Phil sighed softly as he flipped through his history book, completely bored out of his insomniac mind. He was dying for a nap, perhaps missing the feeling of April's arms around him, his safety net. He couldn't fall back into that habit though, even he knew she wouldn't always be there for him, and he couldn't always rely on her, after all, she was only a teenager herself. She deserves the time to actually be a 'girl' and do whatever it is that teenage girl's do, not having to worry constantly over him, stressing herself out. She didn't need that.

Phil bit his lip as his thoughts wondered back to his father, the choice of moving back home so he could get the help that he desperately needed. Part of him was happy at the shimmer of hope that he might get his father back, the part of him, the dying little boy that was barely clinging to life in him.

Then there's the other part of him that feels that it might be a trap to lure him away from the one thing that gave him hope, that made him feel safe, to lure him away from April. That part of him, the cynical, broken teenage boy inside was winning out so far. He didn't want to go back into the deepest depths of hell that April had dragged him so unwillingly kicking and screaming out of, he didn't want to part with her, and for the life of him, he couldn't explain it.

Phil was so deep in his thoughts he didn't notice the dark haired brute watching him from the lightening shadows, so when his olive green eyes landed on a pair of dark ones, it made him jump slightly. Roman stepped out of the shade, holding his hands up to show that he was no threat to the smaller teen.

"Sorry." His deep voice rumbled softly from his massive chest as he crossed his arms, his eyes glancing over Phil. "Didn't mean to startle you, Punk." He continued as he took a step closer.

"It's okay. I'm…" Phil bit his bottom lip unable to force the word 'fine' from between his lips as Roman gave a curt nod, acknowledging the attempt at a lie, the habit he himself was all too use to.

"Why bother? We… you and I both know you're not… fine that is. You and I… We're more alike than we know…" Roman mumbled softly as he glanced at the ground next to Phil. "May I?" He asked politely as Phil gave a shrug, too dumb folded to answer verbally. Roman slid down next to Phil silently as they watched their fellow students walk past them, barely sparing them a glance, their forms blending with the shade as the sun rose higher in the sky.

"Are we going to… Have a heart to heart?" Phil asked sarcastically, shooting a glance over at Roman who quirked his lips. "Do you want one?" He asked in return.

Phil huffed and shook his head. "No. Do you?" He replied as Roman pursed his lips before he shook his head 'no'. "I'm peachy… Just want peace and quiet before I have to deal with a bunch of assholes and hope I have the strength not to punch a bitch in the face today." He mumbled as Phil nodded.

"Sounds like a plan. I'm just-"

"Avoiding April?" Roman answered for him as Phil glared heatedly. Roman raised an eyebrow challenging Phil to deny it but Phil only sighed. "You're avoiding that little pain in the ass Seth and the pain in the neck Ambrose!" Phil hissed back as Roman chuckled humorlessly. "I never said I wasn't." He replied quietly as Phil shrugged, an uncomfortable silence settling over the two.

After a few minutes passed Phil stood up and grabbed his backpack, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Roman. "Nice talk. I'm heading to class." He muttered quietly as he started towards his history classroom. "You're just running from the truth. That's okay… Like I said… We aren't that different." Roman called as Phil stopped abruptly before he shook his head and kept walking without looking back.

Roman watched Phil walk away as he put his head in his hands, sighing softly as he stood and headed to English with his head down, passing Adam in the hall, not bothering to spare a glance.


Adam walked down the school hallway, head down. He was still waiting for John to call him back. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and he collided into a firm chest.

"Oh I'm sorry..." Adam said, looking up into a pair of dazzling blue eyes.

"Oh it's fine. I should've been watching where I was going… Sorry Ada-… What's wrong?" Jay Reso asked quietly as he regarded one of his best friends. "You look down…"

"Nothing, just a lot on my mind," Adam said, forcing a smile as he got to his feet. "Nothing's wrong though."

Jay pulled him to his feet. "Who the fuck are you trying to fool? How long have we known one another?" Jay muttered quietly as he handed Adam his books and crossed his arms over his chest.

"A long time," Adam admitted. "I just...I can't talk about it Jay. I'm sorry."

"Is it the dance? If… If you don't have a date… I'd… I'd like to take you." Jay offered softly.

"Uh..." Adam mumbled, thinking about it. He glanced at his phone and decided that if John was interested he would have contacted him. "Yeah. Yeah why not."

"Great." Jay replied with a grin. "Pick you up at 7?" He asked softly.

"Sure," Adam agreed with a soft smile.

"Great. See you at 7." Jay replied with a wink as he walked away beaming.

Roman closed his eyes having heard the conversation between Adam and Jay, continuing to English. 'What are you doing Johnny?' he thought to himself.


"Woah, you alright?" Seth asked, grabbing April's forearm. "Where are you heading off to?"

"Finding Phil," she said. "He left this morning. What about you?"

"Roman is being huffy and storming off," Dean explained from behind Seth. "You seen him?"

"Nope," April replied. "I'll let Seth know if I see him though." She dashed off, before Seth or Dean could stop her.

Phil sighed as he sat in his history class waiting for it to start. He bit his lip hard when he saw Seth walk in with a less than amused look on his face. Phil bit down harder as he prayed Seth wouldn't sit near him. He had a feeling he didn't want this lecture.

Seth moved next to Phil and sat by him.

"You ok?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde. He was going to avoid a lecture, but at the same time he knew that AJ would want to know.

Phil forced a smile. "You'll never understand. Just don't. Don't try. Just… let it go." Phil mumbled cryptically as he avoided looking at the taller boy.

"Alright," Seth said with a shrug. "No issues letting it go."

Phil put his head in his hands as the class started. During class he could feel Seth's eyes on him but chose to ignore it, bolting up when Mrs. Dumas dismissed the class. He grabbed his shit and marched out the door, not seeing the stubborn brunette following him, his cellphone in hand.

Phil headed outside finding a bench and dropping down on it, closing his eyes and sighing softly.

"Stop running," Seth admonished firmly, tucking his cell away after he'd texted April. "No-one is going to judge you. Not at all. You're allowed to be scared, confused. Whatever."

"I'm not scared!" Phil snapped as he jumped off the bench, getting on his defensive, knowing that the brunette could see right through him was pissing him off even more. "I'm not!"

"Right and I have a vagina," Seth tossed back.

"You do." Phil snapped as he grabbed his back pack. "Why can't you just back off huh? Why can't you?"

"Because I don't want you to throw away the good things in your life," Seth told him. "And right now, you're pulling away from April, and that's not a good thing. You need to keep the good."

Phil snorted. "No. I need to man up. I need to stop being so fucking weak and stand on my own… I can't do that if I'm constantly relying on April for everything. She doesn't need the stress, and god knows I bring allot…" Phil hissed quietly as he shouldered his backpack.

"It's not being weak to rely on someone when you're low," Seth argued. "It's smart."

Phil rubbed his bloodshot eyes tiredly as he faced Seth. "But when it becomes a habit, it becomes an addiction… a crutch. Then when that person is gone, you have nothing… you are nothing." Phil explained quietly, jumping as the door slammed open.

"Why do you think I'm leaving?" April snapped. "Why do you always think that I'm leaving?"

"I never said that." Phil mumbled quietly, refusing to face April, keeping his face away from her, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You basically said it," she told him.

"I said when they're gone. Not that YOU were leaving." Phil muttered as he chewed on his bottom lip, feeling awkward having this discussion in front of Seth.

"I'm going to find Roman," Seth said, stepping away.

"Same thing," April told him.

"No it's not." Phil exclaimed as he turned to leave feeling April's hand grip his wrist tightly, stopping him. "W-What?" He asked shivering as he avoided her eyes at all costs.

"Don't you walk away in the middle of an argument," she said firmly. "Please."

"I'm not arguing." Phil mumbled softly, keeping his eyes off hers as he relaxed his wrist in her tight grip.

"Well then in the middle of a discussion," she corrected.

"What do you want from me?" He asked quietly, closing his eyes as he dropped back on the bench feeling April move to stand between his thighs; her hands playing with his hair.

"I want you to be able to trust me, and be able to lean on me," she told him gently. "Without beating yourself up."

"April. I'm just tired okay. I'm not… beating myself up at all." Phil muttered finally meeting her gaze, letting her see how red his eyes were.

"Liar," April told him. "Bullshit."

"Look…" Phil whispered showing her how bloodshot his eyes were from his lack of sleep the night before. "Just tired."

"And why are you tired?" she asked practically.

"Because… I opted to sleep alone." Phil mumbled with a sigh as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against April's shoulder.

"And why was that?" she continued, stroking his hair back with a soft touch.

"Because I wanted to stand on my own… and I failed…" Phil muttered as he closed his eyes.

"Because you were beating yourself up over leaning on me," she told him.

"No because I wanted to see if I could stand on my own… I can't." Phil mumbled against her shoulder. "Because part of me knows where I belong… the other part is fighting it because that part of me feels you're too good to be true…" Phil explained as he gave in, relaxing against April's body.

April wrapped her arms around him, and pulled his head in to rest on her chest.

"It's okay to need people," she told him. "To belong with people."

"It's not." Phil mumbled softly as he pulled away. "Not in my position."

"Stop that," April scolded. "You talk about putting pressure on me, stressing me out. Did you ever think that it's worse knowing you're suffering and that you won't lean on me?"

Phil looked away silently at a loss for words. "You need to worry about you. I'll worry about me" he told her quietly.

"I know, but don't you think I'd stop if I could?" April asked softly.

"April… I don't wanna do this right now." Phil muttered quietly.

She looked at him and nodded.

"Fine, but we do need to discuss it this weekend," she insisted, resuming the soft stroking of his blonde locks.

"I'm working this weekend." He replied quietly.

"We'll figure it out," she sighed.

Phil shrugged silently, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Don't worry so much," AJ soothed. "You up for taking me to the dance tonight?"

Phil smiled lightly. "You didn't find anyone better yet? Are you that much of a zero that you have to go with… me?" He teased as he wrinkled his nose for effect.

April chuckled and tugged his hair lightly, before she took a seat next to him.

"There's no one I'd rather go with," she told him.

Phil winced slightly as he shook his head. "What about Dolph… Or Alex?" he mused.

"Oh god, you'd better be joking!" April exclaimed. "Otherwise, eww."

"I'm not. What about Wade?" Phil continued.

"Do you not want to go?" April asked curiously, ignoring his comments.

"Oh I do. It's just that… I can't… I don't dance… and a princess such as yourself should go with a hero… not a zero." Phil replied with a forced smile only half joking.

"Well then, good thing I'm going with you," April said, looking straight into his eyes. "Cause I can't dance either. Not at all."

Phil snorted. "You're still a 'princess' though." he teased.

"Only to you," she giggled.

Phil frowned as he turned to face her. "That's not true." He replied softly, his hand lifting up to stroke her cheek, stopping before it reached her, dropping it to his lap instead as he glanced away.

"Everyone else just looks at me like the adorable little nerd," she reminded him.

Phil snorted. "I guess you didn't see the way Dolph was checking you out huh?" He muttered bitterly looking away, feeling the flush on his cheeks as hot as the jealousy that burned his insides.

"Dolph wants in my pants. He doesn't want to treat me like you do," April argued.

"You mean to say that you can't treat him like you treat me?" Phil mumbled with a blush seeing April's lips quirk.

"That too," she admitted. "But Phil, you want to treat me well. Not just sleep with me."

Phil flushed, forcing a devious smile. "You so sure about that Miss Mendez?" He asked teasingly as April swatted his arm.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she replied seriously. She leant into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Phil sighed softly. "Oh? What if this whole thing was a ploy to get in your pants? This is my best pick up line so far. 'Help I'm helpless… my dad… I have daddy issues… please save me…' It works every time…" Phil murmured with a light teasing smile.

April pinched his thigh. "Stop it," she scolded. "You're a better person than that."

Phil winced and pulled away from her. "Can't take a joke?" he asked huffing.

"That was a really bad joke," April pointed out.

"Why? I thought it was funny." Phil mumbled.

"Well, I didn't," she told him. She settled against his arm again, hoping he wouldn't shove her off.

"If I can laugh it off why can't you?" Phil asked as it hit him. "Because you had to see it first hand?" He asked softly, feeling like an ass.

"It was scary seeing it," April admitted. "Really scary."

"I'm still sorry for that." Phil whispered softly, laying his head against her shoulder.

"It was my choice," she reminded him. "You didn't make me."

"I should've fought harder for you to stay outside." He mumbled.

"You can't beat yourself up for something I did," she argued, resting her cheek on top of his head.

"You did." Phil pointed out. "So did your friends."

"I know," she muttered. "I know."

Phil smiled lightly, leaning against her. "It's alright." He replied softly. "It's in the past. It's done; it's over, old news."

"Agreed," she said, leaning up to peck his lips. "Did you want to go back to class?"

Phil shook his head. "Not really." He replied softly, his eyes locked on her lips, shivering when they curved into a teasing smirk.

"Well then, what do you wanna do?" she giggled, running her hand up his thigh.

Phil grunted, squirming in against the bench as her hand inched closer to his groin, his cock twitching in his jeans. "Mm… whatever you want…" He whispered huskily, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Not here," she purred. "Ever wanted to fuck in the school bathroom?"

Phil shuddered violently, his cock starting to quickly harden. "Holy fuck… you're kinky…" He moaned under his breath seeing the smirk on her face widen at the effect her words were having on him.

"What no?" she asked innocently. "Well then...I guess we're not going to do that then."

"I-I didn't say no." He quickly replied, his cheek flushing as he stood up rather quickly, grabbing his back pack and slinging it over his shoulder. "We can't go together… Meet me there in five?" He panted, kissing her heatedly before heading towards the bathroom, trying to hide his obvious hard on.

April giggled to herself, brushing her hair back. She waited the five minutes, before following him hoping he was going to the same bathroom she was.

Phil had his back pressed against the door of the unisex bathroom, his hands were shaking at the thought of what they were about to do. He was so nervous he almost felt like he was robbing a bank or something to that extent. The five minutes seemed to go by so slowly, the wait was killing him. He paced the small bathroom, his palms sweating until he heard a light knock, jarring him from his thoughts, stopping his pacing.

"Hey babe," April purred, pushing herself round the door. She smiled at Punk and flipped the lock on the door. "Ready to get kinky with me?"


Annnnnd a cliffy. Right before the smexy time. XD Sorry. Blame P2, she's evil! Chapter 29 is gonna be soooo much longer, and will contain the dance and such. Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review and let us know what you think? What's on your mind? :)

~ Cal & P2