A/N: Chantel threatened me over an AIM call to update this. And I heard that a nice conversation was held between Chantel and Danielle (who refused to leak information; what a great friend). Interesting…

And for Kylie, who is currently freaking because of her new piercing. YOU'LL BE FINE! Remember, I'm psychic, and we share a brain. I will not let you get infected and get a Mick Foley ear.

Punk dejectedly walked back up the stage and through the curtain. There were two things on his mind.

One, he was upset over the loss he had just suffered at the hands of Mr. Kennedy…Kennedy. Sure, it was prearranged, but it was still a major dent to the ego of CM Punk.

Two, he was still fuming over his previous encounter with Kylie. Sure, he had only really just met her, but he had been crushing on her for at least a little while. Well, at least ever since he saw the OVW tape.

As he rounded the corner, he decided to verbally expound his anger. "Fuck!" he kept yelling repeatedly.

"Jesus Christ, for a straight edge guy, you sure do have a dirty mouth."

The feminine voice shook Punk out of his trance of anger. Chuckling, he said, "I thought you'd have left already."

"And miss all of the excitement? Please, I've done more here in two visits than I have in FCW, and the most I've done was help Beth carry her luggage in," Kylie laughed as she hopped off the crate that she was sitting on. Nodding up to the overhead monitor, she said, "I saw your match. Pretty good stuff."

"Thanks, Kylie. Look, I don't want to sound too forward, but…"

"Forward?" Kylie asked, arching her eyebrow. She wasn't stupid. She knew where this was going. She just found it ironic that out of all the girls he could have, she was the one standing in front of him.

It was a good thing he didn't know the truth about her yet.

"Yeah, I don't really do this often, especially since we just met. Uh, I was wondering if you'd…uh…like to go out with me after the show or something," he shrugged, finally getting it out.

Kylie couldn't help but laugh. "Punk, you don't drink. You don't smoke. Where the hell would we go this late at night?"

Punk rolled his eyes. "To a midnight movie. Duh."

"What movie?"

"Well, I like to dress up in ridiculous costumes, so I was thinking we could go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show. They actually have a place playing it every night this week."

"You like The Rocky Horror Picture Show?"

"Are you kidding me? I specialize in the Time Warp! I do it at all special occasions!" Punk said, and he then proceeded to:

Take a jump to the left.

And then a step to the right.

He put his hands on his hips.

And brought his knees in tight.

"STOP!" Kylie ordered through a fit of laughter. She knew what was coming next, and she thought that she'd die if he carried on. "I will go with you if you never do that again."

"Fair enough. I'm going to go shower so I don't smell bad. I don't want your nose to fall off or anything, so I'll see you later," Punk said, running his hand through his sweaty hair. He started to walk off, but Kylie stopped him.

"Punk?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever seen that youtube video where that guy pretends to be you?"

"Of course. That video has so many views because of me. Why do you ask?"

"Because, 'I would like to join your club-uh.'"

"I didn't know you were such a CM Punk fan."

"Does it show? Now go shower. You're making me gag."

As Punk walked to the locker room, happy thought circulated in his mind. For once, I'm glad I'm such a dork.

"Why are you so happy?" Beth asked when she reconvened with Kylie.

"I got a date tonight," Kylie happily told Beth.

"With Jeff?"

"What? Oh, no. With Punk."

"Punk?" Beth questioned. "Guy from Chicago…Messy black hair…that Punk?"

"Yes, that Punk," Kylie said, rolling her eyes.

"Um, I have to go meet with Steph, so I'll be back," Beth lied straight through her teeth.

"Alright, see you later."

Just as Punk left the locker room, he was bombarded by a woman. No, it wasn't Kylie. This woman was blonde and hit hard.

It was Beth Phoenix.

"Are you crazy, man?" she asked as he regained his senses.

"Some would say so," Punk laughed, brushing himself off. "What's up? Did I do something wrong?"

"I'm really hoping that the answer you're going to give me is a 'no,' but I still have to ask. Did you ask Kylie out tonight?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, I did. Why, was I not supposed to? She has a boyfriend, right? But she wouldn't have said yes if she had a boyfriend. Oh shit, it's Hardy, isn't it? She's got a thing going on with him, doesn't she? HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" Punk ranted, having no idea what was really going on.

"No, she doesn't have a boyfriend. No, it's not Hardy. And no, he's not going to kill you. But…I might," Beth said gently and with much less force than her words entailed.

"WHY?" Punk gasped as his eyes grew wide. Yes, he was friends with Beth, but that didn't mean that he wasn't afraid of her. He knew that she was a gentle mannered soul, but she was still menacing even if she didn't try to be.

"You don't know about her, do you?"

"Well, that's why I asked her out. You know, to get to know her," he shrugged in response.

"I think you should call it off."

"Why? I like her. Well, at least what I've seen of her."

"Okay, she's one of my good friends and all, but this could hurt both of you in the long run. She's…Kylie has a little problem…"

"What? Is she sick or something?"

"You could say that…" Beth trailed off. She wanted to tell him, but she kept finding herself avoiding the subject.

"Beth, you cannot bribe me with information and then refuse to dish. Now dish!" Punk urged.

"She has a drug problem, alright?" Beth let out in one quick sentence, and then quickly covered her mouth.

"No way."

With her hand still covering her mouth, Beth lightly nodded.

"But I don't like that," Punk said.

Still covering her mouth, Beth shook her head.

"Thank you, Beth. You saved me a lot of trouble, actually."

As Punk walked off, Beth still felt horrible.

A/N: Okay, from the time I started this, Kylie stopped freaking out about her ear.

Good.

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