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Skee.
Tonight's Raw was a big night for everyone.
Pops was returning for his annual brawl.
So obviously we'd need the biggest, baddest, arena around.
Madison Square Garden.
But right now I was more concerned with surviving until tonight.
I'd spent the majority of my day running around with Johnny doing some sort of media, but now it was my prep time.
I'd just finished at the gym, and was waiting for the elevator doors to open.
I froze when they did.
None other then Randy was on the other side.
I just stared at him for a moment, until a stuttered 'hi' came from my lips.
But I didn't get a reply, barely even any recognition.
He just glanced down at me with those icy blues.
Not an awkward smile or even a nod.
Just pushed past me towards the gym.
I stayed there blinking at the back of the elevator.
The doors stayed open for a while, long enough for me to step in after
I'd finally composed myself.
I couldn't get the image of his cold glare out of my head.
I stayed like that, somber and detached for a while after.
Standing in the shower of my hotel room was when I'd finally snapped out of it.
Sort of.
I knew he'd take a while to get over it, but I didn't think that Randy would completely ignore me.
It hurt, knowing the man you once loved hated every fiber of your being.
But I bet it hurt knowing the girl you fought so hard to get back, doesn't want you.
For some reason, it broke my heart.
For a professional wrestler, I hated to hurt people.
It's actually kind of wussy.
I stare down at the textured shower floor, the warm water rushing over the back of my head; hair plastered to my face.
"Babe, seriously. You've been in here for almost an hour."
I heard Punk say from the crack in the door.
I'd actually kind of forgotten he was in the other room.
I walked in in such a daze, I hardly noticed him.
And I'd been in here so long without him, I just figured he'd left.
I watched as the door's shadow on the white shower curtain grew, then disappeared.
"Sorry. I had no idea." I mumbled.
There was a silence.
"What's wrong?" Punk's voice was sweet and soothing.
But I really didn't want to talk about this with him.
It was weird.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Ugh.
I hated the way lies slipped off my tongue.
They always left a bad taste in my mouth.
"Eli. I wasn't born yesterday. Tell me."
I wasn't surprised that he caught that one.
He was good at that.
"You don't want to know." I muttered, mostly expecting him not to hear it.
But of course, he did.
"I doubt that."
There was a light bang from where Punk was, peeking my curiosity as to what he was doing.
I poked my head out from behind the curtain to find him sitting on the vanity, a light smile on his face. I sighed and pushed the curtain back.
"Eli..." he trailed on impatiently.
I groaned.
Damn, he was persistent.
And, dare I say, annoying?
I blinked.
No, not annoying.
Just worrisome.
Frankly, everyone was lately.
"It's about Randy."
My voice was soft.
I really didn't want him to hear me.
"What did he do?" Punk's tone of voice changed immediately at the mention of Randy.
"Nothing. I just saw him on my way back from the gym..." I trailed on, starting to feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I sniffled, trying to stifle the tears.
"Are you crying?" his voice seemed shocked.
"No!" I yelled, furiously wiping the evidence from my face.
There was the same light bang from moments before, Punk had just hopped down from the sink.
Instantly, my hand went to the curtain, pressing it tight against the wall.
I knew he was going to try and open it, and when he did it wouldn't budge.
He didn't try again after the first try.
And I thought, maybe, he'd leave it at that.
Of course I was wrong.
Barely a moment later, the other end of the curtain was ripped open.
Dammit.
I'd forgotten that shower curtains could do that.
"I got soap in my eye." I sniffled again, seeing the worried look on his face with the tiniest of grins.
As I stood there, pretending to try and get something out of my eye, stark naked, he just held his hands out with that face that is so loving, yet laughing at me at the same time.
There was no way I could resist the sanctuary of his arms then.
And I didn't try.
I stood there, my face on his shoulder, crying, still in technically in the shower, recounting him my encounter with Randy.
"What makes you think I didn't want to hear that?" Punk asked gently, lightly stroking my wet hair. I sniffled again, pausing.
"Because I still kinda, want him as a friend. I guess?" I could feel that Punk didn't like that one bit. All the muscles in his arms and shoulders tensed.
"Is that why you're so upset?"
His voice wasn't the same soothing lull it was moments before.
Now he just sounded sad.
I sniffled again, feeling a new round of stinging tears build up in my eyes.
I nodded slowly, feeling his jaw tighten against my forehead.
Wow. I was probably the worst girl friend on the face of the planet.
And that thought was what pushed the choking sob out of my throat; the hot tears down my face.
"Oh, baby."
Instantly, all those clenched muscles, relaxed, hugging me tightly.
It was a few moments later, after I calmed down enough to breathe properly, that Punk spoke.
"You know what we should do?"
I grunted my response against his neck.
I felt the small chuckle rise up his throat.
"After we get you out of this shower, we should go lay down, and you can tell me about all the fun things we're going to do on our date night tomorrow."
That got me to raise my head off his shoulder, brows furrowed.
"Since when do we do a 'date night'?" he smirked at my question.
"Well, since the last one was so much fun, I figured we should have another."
There was a slight pause, and his smirk turned sincere, not just playful.
"Plus, I figured it would be a fun way to snap you out of this funk."
I couldn't help but smile, kissing him lightly on the lips.
