Well everyone, here's the new chapter! The Summer of AJ continues onward with the moment that sent us all into a craze last year. Hope you like it! And the song used here is 'Promises' by Yellowcard. Enjoy!

Phil's eyes creaked open to see April completely wrapped in the blanket, her head resting perfectly on one pillow while she clutched the other one closely to her chest. His heart swelled with love and adoration for the little spitfire; she never looked more beautiful, in his eyes, than when she was asleep. A light bulb then went off in his head, and after some great difficulty due to his back still being in extreme pain, he gingerly reached over to the small nightstand attached to the wall and grabbed his phone. Snapping the picture, he smiled. She looked so at ease, so peaceful. He couldn't help himself as his hand brushed some stray strands of her hair out of her face, and he melted a bit when she smiled at his touch.

God, he thought to himself, he really was stupid for doing what he did. But that was then and this was now. He had to stick to his guns. And he was going to, whether it killed him or not. There were no other options.

"Soon enough, my sweet little AJ…", he whispered to himself as he set the background on his phone to the picture he had just taken. "Soon enough, we can be together again forever after. You just have to trust me."

Leaning in, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before slowly getting off his bed, leaving April to her peaceful slumber in the land of dreams. He took one last moment to look at her, covered in his blanket and hugging the crap out of his pillow. A smile crept across his lips. She was in heaven.

"I never stopped loving you, April. I never have, and I never will. I just hope you never stopped loving me."

5 – 20 – 12

Over The Limit

Raleigh, North Carolina

Phil waited and waited as he talked with Josh about his upcoming title defense with Bryan. 'Any second now, she'll pop her crazy little head in here and I have to act like she's an axe murderer', he thought to himself as he talked about how special this match was to him, that the two of them, who had endured so much on the independent circuit were now fighting for the WWE Title on one of Vince McMahon's pay per views. And that was when April made her presence known.

Even when she had herself covered in a few layers of clothing and had minimal makeup on, she still looked gorgeous to him. Of course though, he had to do a good acting job here and not act like he wanted to strip her of all those clothes and have his way with her. He had to act creeped out. And to her everlasting credit, she played her part quite well. He actually felt a little scared of her and how she delivered her lines.

"It's going to be a lot of fun to watch. Good luck, Punk."

He walked out of sight of the camera, Josh following him, leaving her there to give him her crazy eyes and that disturbed little smirk of hers that she was beginning to perfect. As the cameras turned off and 'Ride Of The Valkyries' began to blare through the arena, signifying Dragon's entrance, he began his own walk to the Gorilla position, but felt a tug on the back of his shirt stopping him. Of course he knew who it was.

"Yes, psychotron?", he joked as he turned to face her, though what he was expecting to see and what he actually saw varied in great difference. She was giving him those crazy eyes of hers again, and the smirk was still on her lips. What was her deal here? Did she know the cameras were off?

April replaced her smirk with that of smile hers that made her look mad as a hatter. She fluttered her eyes open and closed, finally settling her now darkened gaze on the object of her machinations, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. She had him trapped in her web. "I just know you and Bryan are going to steal the show tonight."

A chill went up and down his spine, causing him to shudder a little. He tried playing it off like he had to roll his neck, but he knew that she would know better. When the fuck did he suddenly become so weirded out by her? "Uh, yeah. That's what we're aiming for."

"I can't wait to watch it, Phillip."

His eyes narrowed and his trademark scowl found its way onto his face. He didn't know what the fuck was going on inside that perfect, crazy little head of hers, but even if that was the case, he could almost see the gears whirring around in there, like a well-oiled machine. She had a plan. She had to have had one. Was this one way of her showing him how mad she was with the situation he had gotten her into? Acting like a damn serial killer?

Shaking his head, he lowered himself to her eye level, face to face. He gave her a smile, one he knew would tug at her heart strings. "I can't wait for you to enjoy it, AJ—"

"Look in my eyes…what do you see…"

The familiar ring of Living Colour rang throughout the arena, and he smirked. It was go time.

"Now excuse me, I have to go be the best in the world. Hope you don't mind."

She watched him leave, her smile having left her lips as the words "BEST IN THE WORLD" stared at her from the back of his shirt, before he disappeared through the curtain. She wasn't mad with his jackass-esque attitude toward her just now. She knew he was covering up as only he could, and that's what made her smile big and bright. She was getting under his skin. And she knew another way to further agitate him.

She couldn't help herself. She let loose a giggle which then turned into something resembling a maniacal cackle. As she began to skip happily away, she passed by a monitor showing the match. She didn't stop to watch. She didn't stop till she got back to the Divas dressing room and pulled her phone out, typing out a text that was sure to get Phil riled up.

Joking every year, it's an anniversary. You spoke and you made it clear, you're the only one you'll ever need. But now you're starting to notice. Without me, it comes into focus… April Jeanette

She hit send and grinned. Two could play this game.

5 – 21 – 12

Raw

Richmond, Virginia

Phil slowly exited the bus and made his way into the back of the arena, where he was to meet up with Bryan and Glen to go over what they were supposed to be doing tonight. His back was still aching from the assault it had taken from the chairs, and now his knee and neck were barking at him due to last night. But it was a small price to pay when it came to proving that he was the best in the world; he hadn't watched his match with Dragon, but everyone from backstage officials to the marks on the internet were calling it a five star gem, so he must've done something right.

"Afternoon, fellas", he said as he approached the Big Red Monster and the former American Dragon. "Ready for what's on the agenda tonight?"

The two of them looked at each other and shared knowing grins, Daniel through his rapidly growing beard and Glen through his red leather mask. They shook their collective heads as they thought of what to say to the current WWE Champion.

"Oh, we're ready, but are you?", Glen asked in his deep, booming voice, tossing his head back so his hair wasn't in his eyes.

Phil went to reply, a skeptical look on his face, but his phone buzzed and so he removed it from his pocket to check the text he had just gotten.

Nothing you'll be, will stop you missing me. So fill your life with promises that you'll never have to keep. And I know someday you'll be wishing you kept one for me… April Jeanette

Closing his eyes and sighing, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and did his best to try and ignore it. This was the second text from her with these stupid lyrics, he assumed, and he had no idea what the hell they were about or why she was sending them to him. Granted, he had done the same thing, but at least he knew why he was doing it…

"What'cha reading there, buddy?", Bryan asked as he slung his arm around Phil's shoulder, a cheesy looking smile on his face, while Phil shrugged him off and gave his friend an agitated look.

"Nothing for you to worry yourself over. And what the hell did you mean am I ready?", he asked, looking in the direction of Glen, who was still smiling. Something was up.

"It's probably better if we don't spoil it for you. You'll find out for yourself soon enough, man", Bryan said rather cryptically, that smile of his starting to really piss Phil off, judging by the look on his face. The WWE Champion shook his head and let loose a dramatic sigh, dragging his hand over his face as he looked at the two men.

"Cut the shit, assholes. What do you two know that I don't?", Phil said and asked rather bluntly, tapping his foot on the ground, as if they would just answer his question straightforwardly. They knew he hated this kind of crap, yet they did it anyways. What, was it 'Piss off Punk' day and nobody gave him the memo?

"Don't worry about it, Punk", Glen said, chuckling and shaking his head. "All I'll say is that you're in for a real treat tonight. That should hold you over."

Before he could shoot back with a bitter retort, Glen stalked off down the hall, laughing to himself, while Bryan patted his buddy on the back, only offering a shrug of his shoulders before exiting himself, leaving Phil to stand there and stew, clearly angered at the fact that he was being left in the dark about something.

"Hey Punk."

Phil damn near jumped out of his colorful skin at the sound of her voice, she spooked him that badly. He hated the fact that all it took was her sing-song voice (no matter how creepy she made it sound) to get him standing on pins and needles. Taking a quick second to compose himself, he turned to face April, and he was met with her smiling and giggling at what she was able to reduce him to. She was rocking back and forth on her heels a bit, hands behind her back as she looked up at him through those almond shaped amaretto eyes that turned his insides to mush. Those very same eyes of hers were smiling back at him, much like her lips were. It was a bit unnerving to him, to say the least.

"What's up kid", he said as nonchalantly and as coolly as he could. He couldn't let her get to him any more than he had last night and a moment ago. This was his game he was supposed to be playing, not hers. "Ready for tonight?", he then asked, though he wished he hadn't.

She didn't say anything. Instead, she kept smiling up at him, using one hand to twirl some of her dark mahogany curls around her finger, and using her other free hand to trace her fingernail across the colorful lines that so intricately swirled around on his tattooed arm. Neither of them would admit it right now, but they both missed when this would happen. She always loved tracing her hand across the beautiful ink that adorned his skin, and he missed her deft and soft touch.

Soon enough, her finger found its way to the Madball shirt that covered his chest, and she soon began to trace the outlines on it. Standing on her tippy toes, she leaned in and her lips hovered around his ear.

"The question shouldn't be whether or not I'm ready for tonight…it should be whether or not you're ready."

Taking a step back and smiling that crazy smile of hers, April tilted her head ever so slightly to the side and giggled, before skipping away. All while he stood there, rooted to his position, his jaw slightly agape, unable to process what just happened. That girl was going to be the death of him, he mused to himself as he shook his head and began to make his way to the dressing room. He suddenly had the feeling that tonight was going to be a long, arduous night.

Later that evening…

Phil released Bryan from the clutches of the Anaconda Vice, a smirk on his lips as he patted his buddy on the shoulder as he writhed around in pain from the beating he had just taken from Glen beforehand. Popping up to his knees, Phil raised his arms and hands in the air and began chanting 'YES!' as a means to mock Bryan.

"Hope I wasn't too rough on ya buddy", he whispered down to the fallen American Dragon as he continued to whip the crowd into a frenzy with his own 'YES!' chants.

"My fun for the night is over", Bryan breathed out, the pain in his ribs and back making it hard for him to breath at the moment. "But…I think…your fun is…only beginning", he got out, coughing a bit and letting out a grunt of pain. "Damn it, Glen…got me good there…"

His fun was only beginning? God damn it, Phil thought to himself as he tried to keep a cocky grin on his lips, he was getting sick of this shit that Glen and Dragon were saying to him. They knew something he didn't and it was pissing him off, their constant needling throughout the night so far.

Exiting the ring and grabbing the WWE Title from the timekeeper, he made his way up the ramp to the backstage area, where he was immediately met by camera jockeys and other backstage personnel whisking him away to an empty hall of the arena. "What the hell is going on?", he asked/demanded as he was being led to where ever he was going.

"Your segment with AJ is up now, they moved it because they want to keep the momentum from last night and a few minutes ago going strong, so don't complain Punk", the man said, stopping in the middle of the hall. "Now please, do us all a favor, and keep quiet and do what you're supposed to do, okay? We'll tell you when to start."

Phil shot them all death glares, but shook his head, muttering to himself how he was the champion, he should be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. 'Whatever', he thought to himself as he began walking down the empty hall. 'I'll get this over with, give April a rub, then go beat the piss out of Dragon and Glen and make them tell me what—'

"Hey, Punk! Punk! Hi!"

He shuddered and cringed at the sound of April's voice, acting like he would rather be anywhere else in the world than talking to her right now. She had that big, adorable smile of hers on her pink lips, her pearly whites shining in the lights. He knew what he had to do right now. This would be easy. He'd turn the tables back around on her, make her feel uncomfortable, all that jazz. She wanted to play the game with him, he was going to show her how it was done.

"Hi, hey. I just wanted to tell you something."

He looked at her skeptically and pointed to his head, like he was trying to read her mind. "You want to tell me that you're completely off your rocker?"

Her eyes lit up for but a moment, shaking her head, almost oblivious to his rhetorical question. "No! I just want to tell you that, uh, I enjoyed watching you beat up Daniel Bryan."

"Oh, okay", he said, a thought dawning on him. This was real; there were no 'writers' here to tell them what to say (he used the term writer very loosely when it came to the stooges Vince, Hunter and Stephanie employed). He was going to go for her jugular here. "So…you're not crazy. You're just really…sadistic?" He knew that one would get under her skin.

It was then that Phil began to realize just what Dragon and Glen were talking about. His scowl changed from that of mild horror when he saw her begin to breathe heavily, an angered, dare he say crazy look appearing on her face as she clutched at her hair and looked like she was about to, for all intents and purposes, about to start clawing at his face like an angry hellcat would. He had to nip this in the bud quickly or else, with her temper, he'd be short an eyeball. She was turning the tables back around on him…clever girl.

"Okay, okay, time out, time out", he said, making the very same gesture with his taped hands, leery of how she could potentially lash out at him. "Before you freak out on me and scratch my eyes out…you know, you have to, you know that you're the one that's been acting like a fool this entire time, right?"

Immediately he knew he shouldn't have said what he said. He moved his balled up fists back, preparing himself in case she did decide to go mother bear on him and maul him, but April remained silent for a few seconds, letting his harsh words sink into her brain. Slowly, she shook her head, turning away from him and holding her head…and then that's when the tears began to fall.

"Uh…", he uttered out, but in his head he was screaming 'Fuck fuck fuck FUCK' over and over. He looked around the halls, almost looking for some sort of distraction to get him out of this predicament and leave her to her own tears. "Uh….", he said again, reluctant to touch her, he didn't know if she'd welcome it or kill him for it. "Uh…okay…uh…okay", he stammered out, the ultimate 'Fuck my life' look now etched on his face as he looked around again for help that wasn't coming.

By now the tears were in full force and her sobs were echoing through the empty halls. Instinct told him to hug the shit out of her and never let go, but this wasn't entirely his world, and he couldn't break from his plans just yet. So onward he went. "Uh…no…no…it's gonna be okay. Uh…alright…okay…okay, uh…here, bring it in", he said, finally throwing his reluctance to the wind and pulling her into his embrace, one hand stroking her hair like old times and the other rubbing circles around her back to calm her down. His shirt soon began to become damp from her tears.

"Okay…it's gonna be fine. Everything, everything's gonna be fine…everything's gonna be fine…okay, okay just…stop crying, and—"

Almost on command, she did as he said, and stopped crying, looking up at him with those big, and hopeful doe eyes of hers, like a puppy almost. 'Son of a bitch, she's good. I can't believe I underestimated her…', Phil thought to himself as he chuckled and looked at her. But if she thought she had him trapped in her little web, she was wrong. He had one last ace up his sleeve.

"You know what? I sorta dig crazy chicks."

And with that, he laughed to himself and walked off, only stopping to look over his shoulder at the utterly confused look on her face. He mentally checked off the 'W' column, and took his victory to the bank with him. As he went into the dressing room and grabbed his stuff, he saw Dragon and Glen, both of whom had amused looks on their faces. It was like they weren't expecting to see what transpired.

"I don't need to say anything else other than I just proved that I'm the best in the world once again", he said with a smirk. "You both thought she was gonna pull the wool over my eyes…hah. April doesn't know who she's dealing with here."

Bryan and Glen looked at each other and shook their heads. They couldn't believe it. They were both rendered speechless. "And with that, gentlemen, I bid you all adieu", Phil left them with as he exited the dressing room, heading back to his bus to enjoy the rest of his night off. He only stopped when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Pulling it out, he opened up the text…and wished he hadn't.

Take your medicine if it helps to let me go. Dissolve the guilt and then tell yourself you're better off alone. Searching for something, searching for something. Tell me, how is that working out?... April Jeanette

One hour later…

After doing his best to ignore April's texts and saying goodnight to his pals, Phil entered his bus and made his way to the back, to his bedroom, wanting to do nothing more than flop onto his bed and read a few comics, check his Twitter, and maybe try to get more than three hours of sleep. Maybe.

"Nothing you'll be will stop you missing me. So fill your life with promises that you'll never have to keep. And I know someday you'll be wishing you kept one for me."

For the second time tonight, Phil nearly jumped out of his tattooed skin, clutching his chest where his heart resided, his breathing having grown heavy now. There sat April, in the middle of his bed, legs crossed together, Indian style, like he had done on some occasions. And she was smiling at him. That damn, crazy looking smile. She had her head tilted to the side again, and a puzzled look spread across her perfect little face.

"I'm sorry Phillip, did I scare you?"

He glared daggers at her as he caught his breath. "How the hell did you get on here?"

She laughed as if that was one of the silliest questions she had ever heard. "Oh, my dear sweet Phillip. I told the driver that you told me to come here and wait for you while you tended to some business. How else do you think I could get on here without you around?"

"Why are you here?", he asked, though really, he wasn't asking for an answer, he was demanding one out of her. If this was anyone else, he'd be ripping them to shreds right now…but this was April. This was the girl of his dreams, the one he let go of foolishly and stupidly. He knew, deep down, even after she had come on here and nursed him to somewhat better health with his back, volunteered to be his little angel of mercy again…she resented him for putting her in the situation she was in right now. Sure, the exposure and the reactions she was starting to get from the fans were going to catapult her to heights she never thought possible, but having to work with him to get there?

He knew she was dying having to be around him all the time now. And he had no issue with that. Like Heath Ledger's Joker had said in The Dark Knight..."Y'see…it's all part of the plan…"

She had her head tilted to the side, almost resting on her shoulder, as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The smile never left her lips as she sighed. "This isn't going to end well for either of us, Phil. You know this."

"Maybe I don't want it to end well."

Closing her eyes, she suppressed a snort and shook her head, her hair acting as a veil to shield her eyes from looking at him directly. "That's you, Phil. Always finding ways to blow stuff up even if it means you go down with it.

He raised an eyebrow and tipped his head in her direction, acknowledging that she was right. That's just how he was. Always destructive, with a devil may care attitude. "April…"

She held her hand up to silence him, and he didn't utter another peep. Sitting up off the bed, she got in his personal space, looking up at him with fire in her almond shaped eyes. She wasn't about to be intimidated by her ex. She didn't care if her heart was aching, screaming at her to touch him and kiss him till he died. She wouldn't back down. "I know what you're trying to do here, Phillip, and I'm telling you right now…it won't work."

"You have no idea what I'm doing or what's going through my head right now, Apple Jacks. But you're more than welcome to try and figure it out."

April laughed and shook her head again, putting her delicate little hand on his cheek and staring holes through his eyes. Leaning up, she placed a kiss on his cheek. "I don't need to figure anything out. It's you who needs to figure out what's going through my head."

"What?", he asked. "What do you mean?" Now he was confused.

Sighing, she brushed past him and began to exit the bus, stopping only to deliver one last message to her ex paramour. She tilted her head to the side and flashed her crazy eyes at him, that crazy smile of hers re-appearing.

"If it's a crazy chick you want…it's a crazy chick you're going to get, Phillip. Be careful what you wish for."

And that's that! Fauxie's up next! Lates!