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Chapter 4

Damn. This walk was NOT having to fairy tale beginning Phil had hoped for…

The first few steps were really uncomfortable as they decided to go outside for a little more privacy. The silence was creating an uneasy feeling between the two stars. Phil simply could not think of a single thing to say. Hundreds of possibilities were taking laps around his mind, but he couldn't find the right combination of words. Finally, he decided on the easy way out as the silence became unbearable.

"So…" The straight edge star began. "You wanted to talk?"

Oh. My. Gosh. Could I be any more awkward if I tried? He thought as his shook his head in frustration with a grimace on his face.

He was prepared for the worst—maybe she would just walk away—when the gorgeous blonde instead left out a soft, airy giggle.

"I never said I wanted to talk to you," Maryse replied with that devious grin planted firmly on her lips. "I just wanted to walk," She continued. He could see the amusement in her eyes as she raised on eyebrow at him. "But if it's talking you want, talking you will get."

At that, words began flowing effortlessly from her perfect mouth. The only problem? They were all in French…

Now it was Phil's turn to chuckle. She continued all the way outside, eyeing him playfully. She was obviously amused by the confusion written on his face. He watched as she went over to a bench outside the arena and sat on the edge. The bearded superstar did the same, taking in the sight next to him. The French language still spilling from her parted lips was almost intoxicating. He felt like he wanted to listen to her talk about who-knows-what for hours…

"Phil?"

Shit. He thought, as he was caught staring yet again. She's going to start thinking the wrong thing about me. Snap out of it, man! Stop looking at her like she's a piece of meat.

The traffic around them became the only noise for a few moments as the raven-haired man struggled with his thoughts. He wanted to ask her if she was alright. If she had seen a doctor, if the shakes continued for much longer, if Miz had taken care of her properly. Taken care of her the way he would have…

She obviously saw the strain on his face, so the gorgeous woman confidently made the first move. Maryse took Punk's already-wrapped wrists, looked him in his eyes and broke the silence.

"I want to thank you for your help," she said. Phil felt warmth in her voice, a sincerity that definitely wasn't present last night. "And I'm fine, so no need to ask," She finished, as if she was reading his thoughts. Maryse was smiling sweetly, showing a completely different side to the normally cold and cocky diva.

"Hey, no problem," Phil replied. The thoughts were still all jumbled up in his brain, but he knew he needed to say something else. "And listen, if there is anything I can do… Like, or whatever… I mean, I'm happy to-I will help." Shit, stop that! He shouted in his thoughts. You barely know her; she'll think you're a creep!

Trying to recover from that clumsy string of phrases, Phil mumbled, "I mean, I know don't know each other well, but—I don't know—I want you to be okay…"

The angelic sound of her giggle interrupted his dorky rant. Maryse stood up, adjusting the short red dress she was wearing.

"I appreciate it, Punk," She said, warmth still radiating from her smiling eyes. "Be prepared, because I may just take you up on that sometime." The tone of her voice had a playfully threatening tone.

She grabbed his arms again to pull him off the bench.

"I know you have a match to get ready to," the French diva stated. "I won't keep you out here any longer."

By this point, he had completely forgotten about his match. In fact, he had completely forgotten about the world around him. She was the only thing consuming his thoughts.

"Oh crap, you're right," Phil said. He was going to have to stretch quickly if he wanted to be ready in time.

"Besides," the blonde woman began, smiling playfully at him as she pulled him inside the arena. "I would like to stop this conversation before you start calling me 'princess' again like you did last night."

They both laughed as they made it back to the door of his locker room with a calm feeling of happiness simmering between them. He said a small "See ya around" and turned to open the door. Instead, she pulled him into a quick hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. Punk breathed in her scent—a sweet perfume—enjoying the feel of the small frame against him. As she released his shoulders, the smirk returned to her face as she said,

"You better win tonight, because I'll be watching."

Phil remained frozen as he watched her strut down the hallway. He knew now, he would have to do something to impress her.

-Maryse-

Her backstage segment was over, so Maryse went back to the divas' locker room to change. She quickly found Melina and quietly filled her in on the short but intimate conversation she had earlier with the straight edge superstar. As she predicted, Melina was in complete shock, but extremely excited.

"I had no idea you two even knew each other!" The black-haired diva whispered animatedly, her face taken over by a gigantic smile for her friend. "Wow 'Ryse, that sounds so wonderful."

It really had been. Now, Maryse knew the conversation was really brief—and maybe it hadn't meant as much to him—but it was the most genuine conversation she had been in with a guy in a very long time.

Her body froze as she thought about that. Had that meant anything to him? She thought. Shoot, he probably talks to women like that all the time! Why would those few minutes mean anything special to him?

These thoughts suddenly made her feel extremely foolish. Her shoulders slumped as the blonde beauty realized she most likely just made a huge deal out of nothing. Her heart sunk all the way down to the floor as the familiar feeling of loneliness washed over her.

As Melina made her way to the showers, Maryse knew there would only be one thing to do tonight to make her feel better. She reached in her bag for her phone and called the one person she knew would have the tools to make her feel good—even just for a few hours.

"Mike?" She said apprehensively. "How about we go out tonight? I could use some fun this evening."

After a short, quiet conversation, Maryse felt better knowing she would be drowning her worries soon in booze, drugs and Mike.

She looked up at the flat screen in the middle of the room to see Phil's match already underway. He was taking on Christian again and seemed to be making easy work of him. The young woman's eyes were glued to the set, glued to the man that was dominating in the ring.

Her thoughts reverted back to their conversation and the sound of his voice. When he spoke, a calming warmth spread through her entire body that she never felt any other time. She felt more comfortable in that warmth than she did even in her own skin sometimes.

"1, 2, 3!" The ref shouted as CM Punk picked up the impressive victory. She couldn't help but smile at the screen, feeling happy for Phil. She watched as he celebrated in the ring, and then hopped up on one of the corner turnbuckles. His next move made Maryse drop her bag back in shock.

Phil turned straight to the camera, gave an adorable wink and shouted,

"Hey, Princess!"

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