AN: Hey guys, it's summer break, but I'll be taking summer school to finish my English credits for my senior year, so I don't know how that will affect updates. We'll see.

Chapter 4

She could vaguely hear the roar of a crowd somewhere around her. She wasn't sure, but she thought that the moans she could hear were emanating from her mouth. A whimper dropped from her lips unbeknownst to her when he pulled away.

A kiss, lingering for longer than necessary, was placed sweetly on her lips. Fingers gingerly traced the contours of her face, tracing the curve of her eye, the smooth surface of her check, finally twining themselves in the nape of her hair. Hands roamed what was the territory of another man. She failed to notice that her hands were doing the same.

Confusion rang clearly, as foggy as her mind was. She was in love, yes, but not with the man who was currently kissing her with such passion, such grace. Seven months ago, she fell in love with a boy with X's tattooed onto his wrists and a slogan across his abs. They had become best friends as well as lovers. Three months ago marked the first time she and the man embracing her kissed, though it was for a role. She certainly did not think that such a meaningless kiss would escalate to such proportions.

He was no longer acting, she realized. He truly felt this way, and this was the only way he could express what he felt. She didn't know whether to pity him, for not having the courage to tell her how he felt, or to commend him, for keeping distance between them while she had a boyfriend. To be flirty with her around the boys would be to question her commitment to the other, his friendship with her, as it would be to flirt with her alone.

This situation must be breaking his heart, ripping his soul.

Would he go through the day as if it were a dream? A perfect, excellent, lovely, dream-like existence? Would the lines between them blur, blurring the lines between friends and much more? Would he realize that this was not real, this was not love? If she told him, would it be too late?

Rage bubbled up inside of him. He should not have been this angry seeing his girlfriend kiss another, especially if it was for her job. But he sensed a change in her demeanor after her first kiss with Cena. She seemed rejuvenated, as one does in the early stages of a relationship, excited, refreshed.

"You're cheating on me," he bluntly stated. He looked in her eyes, seeing surprise instead of the guilt he expected.

"No," she replied incredulously. "How could you think I would ever do such a thing?"

He shook his head, chuckling dryly. "You're cheating on me," he repeated.

"If I'm cheating on you, then what constitutes cheating? Because I was kissing him for my job, not out of pleasure."

"Cheating is how you feel. It's not always what you do. I know you have to kiss him for the storyline, but I can see something in you. Something's changed. You're in love with him."

"What!" she exclaimed.

"It's true," he insisted. "You're in love with him." Defeat laced his words.

"Phil," she tugged at his arm as her words tugged at his heartstrings, "don't leave me."

Disbelieving eyes looked deeply into pleading ones. "Ri…"

"I'm not. Believe me. Please." Tears were threatening to spill over.

"Okay. Come here, you," he sighed, still doubtful. Though he opened his arms to her once again, his heart remained closed. You're in love with him, he thought, and you're the only one who can't see it.

AN: Okay, was that weird? I was playing around with style, and this is what I got. I don't know how I feel about this chapter. This chapter was basically a filler chapter before things get…interesting, at least I hope, in chapter 5. If you didn't get what was going on in this chapter, it was Maria's thoughts during RAW when she and John had to kiss, then CM Punk/Phil Brooks confronting Maria about that incident. Look around for updates, if I'm not busy with summer school, probably one next week, two weeks at most. I hope –Kiora Storm.