Chapter 3-Fireflies.
We didn't even know what the time was, but to be honest we didn't care. It was cold and dark and I thought it was about to start raining at any moment.
"It's getting late shall we drive back?" I asked, though I made it quite obvious it wasn't a question but more of an order, as I stood up and stomped out the fire I had made earlier.
"Well if you want to but I would rather stay here," he replied not moving at all. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Of course, typical." I said.
He responded by laughing.
"Oh you are a funny one. I don't think I'll be able to crack you."
"Damn right!" I replied as I shivered as I sat back down again. "Why do you want to stay here?"
"Because it distracts me from real life," he sighed and wrapped his arm around me then continued. "Never mind eh? I much prefer being here with you instead of being with..."
"Oh that's right. I forgot you had a girlfriend," the disappointment showed in my voice even though I wasn't that disappointed.
"Jealous?" he joked, obviously picking up I wasn't happy about the fact that he had a girlfriend.
"No," I shoved him a little, which was hard because he still had his arm wrapped tightly around me in a sort of laying snuggle position. "I just don't know why you waste your time with such a stuck up bitch." I continued and looked up, meeting his eyes. "You deserve better than that."
He was silent for a couple of seconds while we just looked at each other. The only sound you could here in those few seconds was the whistle of the midnight wind.
He snapped out of the trance like state and broke the ice by changing the subject.
"What's the time?" he broke away from me and rummaged through his jeans pocket. His hand resurfaced holding a phone. I sniggered as I caught a glimpse of it, it looked prehistoric. Big and chunky, it didn't have a camera and the screen was in black and white writing. He looked at me in a, for what I could only assume was, shocked way.
"Do you have a better model?" he smirked. "Come on show me yours if mine is so bad. Let's see the completion."
I shrugged.
"That's going to be a bit hard to do,"
He raised an eyebrow and I continued.
"I don't have a phone anymore, chucked it in a lake."
His expression said it all, he was frozen mouth wide open. Then he erupted into laughter, contagious laughter
"I'm being serious. Why would I have one? It's not like I have anyone to call."
"If this is just an excuse so you don't have to give me your number," Punk said. I felt a sudden surge of happiness.
"Would you have wanted my number if I did have a phone?" I asked more serious now. It had been a long time since anyone had asked for my number, a very long time.
"Of course, you're a disciple now," he flicked my arm lightly. "Which lake did you dispose of your phone?"
"Somewhere in Chicago. I don't know it was a while back and I was..." I looked at the ground. I didn't have to say much more, we both knew what I was going to say anyway. It seemed everything always came back to that, no matter what it always came back to alcohol.
"Well," he took my hand but I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the grass in front of me. "Next time we're in Chicago, which is my hometown by the way, I'll take you to every lake until you remember which lake you threw your phone into and I'll strip down to my undies and dive in and search for it. Then when I find it I'll give you my number and we can talk 24/7." He smiled.
"Won't it be ruined from water damage or whatever? That's such a stupid idea," I laughed but really I was ecstatic that he would even consider doing that for me. His smile faded, which made me feel bad for bursting his bubble.
"Good point, how about I just buy you a new one?"
I couldn't tell if he was being serious so I asked him.
"Of course I'm serious. What if there was an emergency? You would need to call for help, can't have you in danger now can we?" his smile reappeared as my face lit up.
"So what model phone did you have before?" he asked.
"iPhone, the newest one," I lied. The truth was it had been some really crappy little thing but I was going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Oooh pricey. Wow you're really complicated. I can't imagine you owning and iPhone. But if it's and iPhone that you want, an iPhone you shall get."
I pushed him over by hugging him too vigorously. He was being so kind and caring to me.
"Thank you so much Punk."
We picked ourselves up off the ground and walked over to the parked car.
I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want to be alone again, when I was asleep I didn't dream. I had nightmares, horrible twisted nightmares. A world much like the world I was living in, a life much like the life I was living. People often thought they knew me, knew everything I was but they didn't. They never knew, there was only one person who knew me and that was myself.
"Thanks for driving me back to the hotel, in case you haven't noticed not many people like me around here," I thanked Punk as he walked me to my hotel room. I could barely remember how I had ended up at the oak tree on the hill and I had no clue how he could have possibly found me there. I didn't even know why he had bothered looking for me. I didn't even know him, well not personally.
"It's ok," he smiled. He slipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved a phone. "Here I want you to have this."
He picked up my hand, placed the phone on my palm and wrapped my fingers around it closing my hand.
"It's not exactly what you would call state of the art but I thought you needed one so we could keep in contact just until I get you that new one I promised." he continued still smiling.
Tears pricked my eyes, I couldn't believe he was being so nice to me. It was so sweet of him to give me his phone.
"I have another phone, it's on its last legs but it will do for the meanwhile."
"Thank you so much," I hugged him. "For everything."
It was a bit awkward. Neither of us really knew what to do next. He leant against the doorframe, his head also leant to one side. His dark brown eyes staring into my own. I had no idea what to do or say but lucky for me he did.
"I better go," he retained a standing position and half smiled. "See you tomorrow at smackdown."
I smiled back at him though my heart wasn't in it and he could obviously tell. The truth was I was dreading the TV tapings the next day. Whenever I was at the arenas my "peers" and "workmates" were not to welcoming. Ever since I had come to smackdown. It hadn't been my choice and I didn't want to leave my own brand. I was dominant, I had some people and some friends I could talk to, here I had no one. Here I had nothing.
"See you tomorrow."
He smiled and edged away from the door slightly. He didn't walk away and I wasn't really sure if I should have shut the door or not. I timidly started to close the door, keeping my focus on him just in case he did or said something. It was so awkward and I had no idea what to do. Did he want me to invite him in or something?
Eventually I closed the whole door and sighing I turned around and threw my bag down onto the bed. The room was small and empty, a typical sight to me. I was so used to living out of suitcases and had spent the night in so many hotel rooms they all seemed to merge into one. The walls were white and the carpet was red yet it was so stained it looked a weird murky burgundy mix of red. The heating was off and the lights flickered.
Wow, I thought to myself, Vince has really pushed the boat out here. The room was barely even big enough for me to walk in, the bed took up seven eighths of the space and didn't look very appealing. I wished I had stayed at the tree or in the car with Punk. God I didn't even know his real name. Typical, I meet someone nice and don't even ask them what their name is. I really was hopeless. The sheets were dirty and crumpled and the mattress had two springs poking out of the top. I didn't even want to look in the bathroom. I instead carefully took my shoes off and made my way over to the bed sitting down on the only undamaged part of it. I sighed again and couldn't help but think how much better things would be if I had a drink...or two. I had to stop myself as the cravings resurfaced. Now I didn't want a drink, I needed one. I hit my head against the wall, not very hard but it still hurt, just to stop the thoughts. To my surprise the thoughts vanished but only because I was distracted by a knock at the door. Who could that be? I was sure Punk was long gone by now but I got my hopes up. I pulled myself up from the bed and walked over to the door. Opening it slowly so I could peek through the crack.
"Ah, just as I expected." I smiled at the long haired straightedge superstar.
"Just came to say goodnight, I forgot." He said, he was much taller than me so I had to crane my neck by looking up at him.
"Oh...ok. Well goodnight," I replied a little disappointed that was all he had came back for.
"And to give you this," he continued and he leant down, pulled me in and kissed me. A perfect kiss with my perfect man.
As he pulled apart he smiled. I wondered if I should now invite him in but judging by the state of the room I thought he would have rather passed.
"Well if that's how you say goodnight, maybe I should start seeing you every night." I joked and he smiled, then turned and this time did walk away.
As I watched him walk away I thought how strange he was. He didn't seem to be a man of many words yet on Smackdown he would never shut up. Maybe it was something to do with the cameras or maybe it was to do with his follower and girlfriend. She never spoke much either. I winced as I thought about her, she was so desperate. I mean what girl shaves their head to prove that they will be straightedge. As I closed the door I made a promise to myself, I was going to stop drinking and start getting rid of Serena.
A/N- I hope you liked Chapter 3. There were a few clues as to who the diva writing the story is in this chapter and her identity will be revealed in chapter 5. Chapter 4 coming really soon.
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