AN: The first review got the answer! Thanks for your comments. Chapter 4 and 5 might be a little intense because everything is gonna come out in the open. Hope you like it. 3

Chapter 4: You're hired

In spite of how crappy I was feeling I got up, showered and went into the living room and dropped myself on the couch. "I'm not a physiatrist or anything but I'm gonna guess it didn't go well last night." I frowned at my sister, "No technically, it didn't go as planned." My sister sat on the couch. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No" I snapped, I didn't mean to but I was just angry. 'Why are you angry?' I heard a voice in my head say, 'She told you she understood, not that she liked you.'

"It's was that bad?" I shrugged "Taylor didn't tell you anything by chance?" my sister shook her head, "Nope. And I didn't ask. If she thought it was important, she would've told me."

Someone tapped me on my shoulder. I pulled out my earphones and turned around to face a woman who looked like she was 3 breaths away from dying. "You're CM Punk, aren't you?" I smiled, finally something to take my mind off Taylor. "No, I'm batman." She laughed but it sounded more like when you step on a cat's tail.

"I'm a big fan of yours." She squealed, "From your pipe bombs, to your snow angling, to your amazing talent in the ring. I just love you!"

"Umm thanks. I appreciate it ahh…"

"Emily." She said

"I appreciate it Emily. It's always nice to meet a fan."

"Can I have an autograph and a picture? If it isn't too much."

"Sure, why not?" I smiled and she looked like if she would die. I was enjoying myself.

I stayed out of the house for as long as I could've but I was at the gym and I needed a shower. I was running up the driveway jus as Taylor and her man fellow were getting out of the car. "Crap." I said under my breath as I approached them. The guy smiled at me. "You must be Krista's brother. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" He laughed at his own joke, "just kidding, I'm Eric by the way. Big fan of yours." I gingerly shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too.' I said forcing a smile on my face. "I got to go take a shower, I'm sweaty." I said walking in the house and heading to the bathroom.

When I came back downstairs they were all sitting on the floor in the living room playing video games. Except for my sister; she's not really into that. I sat as far as I could politely get without seeming antisocial. "Hey Phil, you want a game? I'm tired of trashing Eric."

"No. I'm good." I said between my teeth. My sister turned and looked at me.

"Really, you sue? I'm gonna go light on you."

"Yes. I'm sure." I snapped, scowling at Eric. My sister stared at me.

"Somebody's in a bad mood."

I broke my stare from my sister and looked at Taylor, "I'm sorry. I just-"

"Holy crap!" my sister shouted cutting me off. "I can't believe how big a retard you are." I looked at my sister, my eyes telling her to shut up.

"Eww Phil, you think Taylor and Eric are dating! That's just nasty."

Taylor looked at me, her face halfway between a glare and a frown. "Not only is it nasty but it is also frowned upon by society."

"Why?" I felt stupid the minute the question left my lips.

"Because sponge brain," Taylor said tossing the video game controller away and waling over to me. "Eric is my brother!" she stormed off; I jumped when I heard her door slam. Eric walked over to me, "Sorry if I didn't properly introduce myself," he said extending his hand, "I'm Eric; Taylor's brother and Krista's boyfriend."

"I've never been excited to meet one of Krista's boyfriends before. Nice to meet you." I laughed.

"Tay looks pretty pissed." Eric said sitting next to Krista. "Good luck getting her un-pissed." I sat there thinking of how I was going to explain myself to her.

It was 2:30am and I still couldn't sleep. The fact that Taylor didn't come back downstairs weighed heavily on my mind. I walked to the window and saw her sitting Indian style on the front lawn.

"Need some company?"

She turned around, her hair blowing in the wind. She had on her SpongeBob pajamas. "I don't really care."

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I could've sworn that he was your boyfriend."

She got up and faced me, "That does not justify you treating me like crap because you have feelings for me and I have a boyfriend."

"I know it doesn't. I was acting on pure feelings; most of which were anger and hurt. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted but that doesn't mean I don't think you're a douche bag."

"Well, can we discuss it tomorrow over lunch?"

"No, I have an interview with your boss."

"Really? What as?"

"None of your business. I'm going to bed." She was still angry with me. "Hey, I'm really sorry. Good night and I'll see you tomorrow." I kissed her cheek and went to bed and had a pretty awesome sleep.

Taylor's POV

Stilettos, skinny jeans and a red and black plaid shirt; I was ready for my interview with Vince. I left my hair loose and a hair band was on my hand; just in case. I grabbed the files off my dresser and left.

"So, Ms. Cooper, what makes you think you're worthy of this job?" I was sitting across from the boss himself.

"Well, I was the part-time manager of Sheamus for about 5 months; I was a manager for Jason Earles and Sarah Hyland among others. I was also a writer for the paper at my high school."

"I see. This is just a formality. You have an impressive experience. Let's cut to the chase. "You're hired." He got up and stretched out his hand. "Welcome to the WWE."

"Thank you."

I bumped into someone as I walked out Vince's office. It was CM Punk. "Oh it's just you."

"Yeah, it's me. You've been in there long enough. Now I'm going to get me a manager." He pulled me back into the room.

"Vince, I found my manager. We had a deal; neither you nor she can refuse me." Vince shrugged, "My hands are tied, sorry. Taylor, meet your new client."

CM Punk smirked. "Thank you sir." He pulled me out of the room, down the street and into a restaurant. After we sat down and ordered he smiled at me. I scowled at him.

"So, how do you like working for the WWE?"

" I like that I'm their newest creative writer. I'm not too pleased with being your manager. You're too stubborn."

"Wow, I'm not going to be offended by that. So you mind telling me a bit about yourself?"

"Uhh my full name is Taylor Erin Cooper, I'm 22 and when I was 4 I moved into my new house which happened to be an orphanage."

"But I thought you dad just recently died. Why did you have to live in an orphanage?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's a long story."

"We just started eating. We've got time."

"Well too bad. I don't want to talk about it." I was getting anxious.

"Taylor, I like you, can you at least trust me enough to tell me… Besides you don't look like you're over it. I can help you."

"For Christ's sake Phillip! I said I don't want to talk about it. Leave it alone." I had tears in my eyes. Phil looked concerned but I just wasn't ready to tell him the truth about my past.