A/N: Hey Punkins. Another little update for you all. Thanks so much for the reviews. I'll take a minute to reply to them here.
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xLifeFullOfLaughterx : I agree. I think this chapter might sort a few things out.
Kizzyfur : Your wish is my command. =)
Miserlou : Your review made me laugh. I now have visual images of Randy & Scarlett with Punk looking on flabberghasted lol! I completely agree with you, Punk was the one who did the dumping.
xj0j0x : And answers he shall get!
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Hope you all enjoy this chapter, I wrote it in third person, just for the craic. Let me know what you all think!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. Everyone else belongs to themselves, except Punk's heart... That belongs to me! I planted my flag!
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Chapter 24: No More Lies.
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Phil stood outside the door contemplating on knocking. It was still early in the morning and he wasn't sure she'd be awake, especially given the events of last night. He had no idea what time she had gotten to sleep, if she'd even slept at all. He took a step back from the door and ran his hand over his face. What is Jericho was there? He thought. He shook his head to rid all thoughts from his mind and raised his hand again, rapping his knuckles across the wooden door.
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After a few minutes of silence Phil heard rattling on the other side of the door before it opened gently and a face appeared between the open door and the door frame.
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"Phil?" She asked, her voice full of surprise.
"Hey Scarlett, um.. good morning." He smiled.
"Good morning." She replied.
When he didn't say any more she spoke again.
"Was there something you wanted?"
"Uh... no.. well... actually yes. Can I come in?" He asked.
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Scarlett stood back and allowed him to enter her hotel room, closing the door behind him.
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She gestured for him to take a seat and he did, sitting on the edge of the bed while Scarlett sat on the stool of the vanity table.
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Phil let his eyes take her in.
Her hair was gathered at the back of her head in a messy ponytail, her heart shaped face completely unhidden by her usual mass of red hair.
Her skin was untouched by make up, she was completely natural looking at that moment and she took his breath away.
This is the way he always preferred her.
This is the way he thought she looked best.
For a few moments he got lost just staring into her blue eyes.
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"What can I do for you?" She asked.
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Her voice jolted him from his staring and he quickly regained his composure.
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"Firstly, I'm sorry about last night again. It wasn't cool."
"It's fine."
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It wasn't fine. Phil knew her too well. 'It's fine' was what she always said when she was annoyed or upset but didn't want to talk about the subject further. So he respected her wishes and dropped the subject.
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"Randy said something funny this morning."
"Since when do you two talk and since when do you call him Randy?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.
"Since he decided to invade my workout time and well, I thought it was a little early in the morning to be using the word douchebag."
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She smiled.
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"Douchebag said-"
"I thought it was too early for that word."
"Well I thought since I'd already used it I might as well keep going." He grinned.
"OK, continue."
"Douchebag said something this morning, about you."
"What did he say?" She asked.
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She gazed at Phil, her heart rate rising. She knew the answer, but still she hoped she was wrong.
"He said... you and him... that there was something going on."
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Phil saw the tears spring to her eyes, instantly he hated himself for mentioning it.
"You know what he's like, he likes to bullshit. I just thought I'd warn you in case there was rumours." He quickly lied.
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Scarlett stood up and moved to the other side of the room. She turned her back to him as she let the tears fall down her cheeks.
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Phil moved to stand, he went to comfort her but stopped himself. Instead he stood a few feet behind her.
"It's all right Scarlett. Nobody is going to believe his lies."
"It's not lies." She whispered.
"What?" He asked, unsure of whether he heard her correctly or not.
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She turned to face him.
"It's not lies." She repeated before her lip trembled and she began to cry furiously.
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Phil stood rooted to the spot staring at the redhead in disbelief. Orton was telling the truth. His heart ached in his chest, but he ignored it. He had no right to feel like that. Scarlett wasn't his.
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"Oh." He replied. His brain was telling him to leave it but his mouth refused. "I thought you hated him."
"Oh I do, I really do."
"Then why sleep with him?"
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Her head shot up instantly.
"Sleep with him? Did he say I slept with him? I never slept with him."
"Well he didn't say it outright but he was implying it. Talking about how you'd 'picked up a few moves' since you were a teenager and saying how attractive your tattoos were."
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She sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. Phil moved so that he was sitting beside her, his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner.
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"What happened Scarlett?" He asked gently.
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He was half expecting her to tell him to fuck off. That it was nothing to do with him since he'd dumped her. But he was surprised to hear her answer him.
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"He came by my apartment with my script. He talked his usual crap, he kissed me and... I kissed him back. As soon as I realised what was happening I pulled myself together and threw his ass out. I even broke my new lamp getting rid of him." She humourlessly chuckled.
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Scarlett turned to face Phil. She tried to gauge his thoughts by reading his face but was coming up blank. His face was completely emotionless. His eyes shot up from where he was staring at the floor to meet hers, she jumped slightly, surprised by the action.
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"I understand if you hate me. I hate myself." She spoke shifting her gaze.
"I don't hate you." He finally spoke. "And you shouldn't hate yourself."
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She remained silent. Shaking her head at his words.
"You did nothing wrong. You're single, you can kiss whoever you want." Phil spoke again.
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She muttered something under her breath.
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"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"You said something."
"It doesn't matter."
"Scarlett.."
"I said 'I can't', OK?" She said raising her voice.
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She stood from the bed, "I can't kiss whoever I want because there is only one person that I want to kiss and he doesn't want me any more." She cried.
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"Scarlett... I-"
"Phil, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that to you. I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I swear. I'm just... ugh... I'm finding it hard to adjust, to... to sort all these emotions out. I know you don't love me any more and I understand that. I do, really, I do. I accept that, and-"
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"I do love you."
"You don't have to say that Phil, I understand why you don't. I don't blame you."
"But I do Scarlett."
"Phil, please. Don't."
"I do love you. I'll always love you."
"Please, don't do this. Don't do the whole 'I'll always love you' bullshit. I really can't handle that. I'm barely holding myself together as it is, do not give me false hope, I'd rather just know that truth, no more lies. That way I can deal with it and try to move on with-"
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Before she could say another word a pair of lips silenced her. The kiss was chaste and sweet. Phil's hands were placed on either side of her face, holding her in place while he held his lips to hers.
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They remained like that for a few minutes before she pulled away, looking up at him in shock.
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"W-why... why did you...?"
"Because... I love you. No more lies. I love you, I never stopped."
"But, you just wanted to be just friends."
"Yes, I know. I tried to tell myself that I didn't love you. I tried to stay away from you, I tried to get over you but I couldn't. I didn't want to be without you, but at that point I couldn't be with you either. I thought that by being friends I could still have you in my life and my heart would stop yearning for you. But it didn't."
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She made an 'O' shape with her mouth, but no sound came out.
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"I'm not lying Scarlett. Did that kiss feel like a lie?"
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Scarlett looked at him, his eyes showed sincerity.
"Then why did you break up with me?"
"I was hurt and angry. I..I couldn't shake the thoughts of you and him out of my head. But I never stopped loving you. Never. I couldn't. You're my soul mate."
"You don't believe in soul mates."
"I didn't. But then you came along."
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He moved towards her again, taking her face in his calloused hands.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the stray tear that was making it's way down. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
Again he placed his lip against hers, this time the kiss was packed with passion, it nearly took her off her feet.
She wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss with as much passion as she could muster.
Phil backed up til his legs hit the bed, he then turned and dropped them both onto it.
He hovered over her, his eyes filled with love and lust before dropping his face to hers once more.
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They made love for the first time in months.
It was passionate yet tender.
It was filled with every emotion the two had been feeling the past few months; all the hurt, the pain, the turmoil, they had taken all that and turned it into passion and love.
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Afterwards they lay cuddled together beneath the sheets. Scarlett's head was resting on Phil's chest as he played with her hair. With a smile on his face he broke the blissful silence.
"I love you Cherry Bomb."
Scarlett's eyes welled up upon hearing those words, the words she thought she'd never hear again. She closed her eyes as she replied.
"I love you too, Punk."
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Thanks for reading.
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So, Scarlett and Punk are back together... What about Randy?... What will Ted say?
What will happen now?
Keep reading to find out!
Roxxi =)