AN: I'm so sorry it took this long but I've been crazy busy preparing to go back to university and all. Not to mention I've been having a MAJOR writer's block… my (ex) bff and I are not talking anymore and things have just been crazy. I get back to school on Monday so I'll see how much I could update till then...
Chapter 13: Another Goodbye
"You wanna stay and hang out a while?"
"No, we both need our rest. I'll see you tomorrow."
"But I'm not tired."
"Well I am and I need sleep…so do you."
"But I don't wanna sleep."
"You don't have a choice babe. You need to get some sleep; you've got an autograph signing an hour after we're scheduled to arrive in the next state."
"Nick-names already? Fine, I'll go sleep. Goodnight bubble-head."
"Bubble-head? That's the best you could come up with? Did someone replace your brains with gummy bears and Pepsi?"
"No, I like bubble-head. It suits you." I leaned down and kissed her then headed to my hotel room. I threw myself on the bed and smiled. My smile faded as my mind wandered of; I am CM Punk. I am the BEST in the world. I could practically have any woman I want. Any woman. So why was I letting just one girl get to head? And not just any one; Taylor. She wasn't a diva or a supermodel, she was just normal; no extensions, boob job nothing. She didn't overdo herself with makeup and she didn't have a fake personality. She was just…natural. Maybe that was the reason I was the way I was around her. I had to admit; whatever she did was working….
"CM PUNK!" I woke up to pounding on my door. "DO YOU KNOW WH-, oh, its you Taylor."
"The tour bus leaves in 30minutes! Why are you still asleep?" I waved a dismissive hand, "we'll just take my rental."
"You give it back."
"I did?"
"Yes, you did. You should really consider buying a bus or something. It'll save you and your road wife a whole lot of inconvenience. I swear you have no sense of time. Now you've got 18 minutes to get ready and be seated on that bus. No excuses." I stood there just staring at her. "And GO!" she said pushing me toward the bathroom. I turned around and smirked at her, "I'll move faster if you join me." She was packing my bag and she stopped and stared at me. "Seriously? You're late and now you decide to be funny?" I smiled and closed the bathroom door. About 5 minutes later she was pounding on the door, "PHILLIP YOU CAN PUT ON YOUR MAKEUP ON THE BUS! HURRY!"
"IN A MINUTE!"
"I'll be downstairs in the bus. If you miss it you're in big trouble!" I heard the door shut and I quickened my pace. I put jeans, sneakers, a 'In Punk We Trust' t-shirt a hoodie and a cups cap. I headed out and got on the bus just as it was about to take off. "I deserve some kind of award for what I just did." She frowned at me, "Really now? You would've gotten one if you found your way to next state on foot." I put my hands around her shoulders. "You wouldn't have made the bus leave me here."
"You never know." She changed her position so her feet were on the seat, faced the window and laid her head on me. "Don't sleep on me." Her eyes ere closed and she smiled when she spoke. "Don't worry I won't, you're not that good a pillow anyway."
"I'm gonna pretend that didn't hurt me."
'It shouldn't, you're just too muscley."
"Is that even a word?" My answer was an elbow in my stomach. "Ouch! That hurt ya know."
"It was supposed to." She said matter-of-factly. We spent the entire trip talking; well quarter of the trip because Taylor fell asleep on me. I didn't mind; I liked how she felt in my arms; like she was supposed to be there.
"Wake up bubble-head." I said as the tour bus reached its destination. We checked into the hotel and I carried her bags to her room. "Sooo?" she looked at me and smiled, 'Thanks for helping me with my bags." She looked at her watch. "You should get to your room then head to the signing. I'll see you whenever you're done."
"You're not coming?"
"Nah, I'm too tired."
"I'll see you when I get back then?"
"Sure." She placed her hand on my shoulders and tip-toed to kiss me. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. We kissed until my phone started ringing. "You should get that." She said pulling away. "I'll see you later. Now go. Bye." She gave me her hotel key and I left.
I texted Taylor telling her to meet me at the arena, few minutes later I heard a knock on my door. "Hey babe, I m-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa fella. I don't swing that side."
"Oh, it's just you Sheamus. I thought you were Taylor."
"Nah, man; that's why I'm here. I ran into her at the hotel and she said to tell you she's too tired to make it."
"I wonder why she's so tired."
"I could give you a few reasons why she's so tired."
"Are all Irish men this perverted?"
"Nope, it's just me fella! By the way, our tag match is next."
It wasn't no surprise that Sheamus and I dominated our match. Jericho and Bryan were no match for us. It was long match and it was going back and fort for a while but in the end Sheamus got the upper hand and delivered a 'brogue kick' to Jericho. At the end of the match I tried, as quickly as I could; being as kind and polite as I could, to get back to the hotel. When I got into Taylor's room she was standing in front the TV doing something with the DVD player. I went up to her and hugged her from behind. "Did ya miss me?" I asked, kissing her neck. She giggled, "Nope." I had an amazing nap because you weren't there to disturb me." She disappeared to the kitchen and when she came back she was carrying a bowl of chips. I plopped myself on the couch and kicked off my shoes. "What are we watching?" She sat on the couch and snuggled next to me. "Dark Knight." She said stuffing her mouth with chips. "How come you were so tired?"
"Huh?" she asked, her eyes never leaving the TV. "I said hoe come you were so tired? You practically slept the entire day." She shrugged and shifted in her seat until she was facing me. "I dunno. It's probably stress and work."
"And me too?"
"Well, you do fall into the work category."
"But you're just my manager. It's not that heavy of a job."
"Then why did your last manager quit? Believe it or not you're not easy to work with. And besides my original job here is as a creative writer, among other things. You tricked me into being your manager. All those pilled into one equals a very tired Taylor."
"So you don't like being my manager?"
"I didn't say that…"
"Good, because I love the fact that you're my manager."
"You only love that?"
"No I'm happy with other things to."
"Like what?"
"Like this..." I closed the distance between us and kissed her. She put her hands around my neck and pulled me closer. We were both getting caught up in the kiss when her phone rang.
"Don't answer it.: I said between kisses. She glanced at her phone. "It's my boss. I have to answer it."
"Hello?" she said into the phone. I started kissing her neck. "Yeah, I'm fine—stop it Punk." She pushed my away and continued talking. Ignoring her request I stated kissing her neck again. "I've been thinking and I have some great ideas—Punk, stop it." I smirked and ignored her and continued kissing her neck. "Yeah, I agree totally—stop it Punk!" I smirked and kissed her ear. "Yeah, stop it Punk." I heard my boss say. I sighed and sat back in the couch. "Oh really?! When do you want me to leave?" I sat up and listened to he side of the conversation. "What time tomorrow?" When I heard that I got up and went to sit on her bed.
Taylor's POV
I got off the phone and went to the bedroom to pack my bags. Punk was sitting on the bed just staring into space. A few minutes later he spoke. "What time do you leave?"
"2:00pm tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Because it's my job and I need to be there."
"But I'm your job too."
"You're not my only job Punk."
"What's gonna happen to me?"
"I'll manage you from where I am."
"I'm not talking about that?"
"What are you talking about then?"
"You're my girlfriend…wait, how long will you be gone?"
"Six months, give or take."
"Six months!? What is gonna happen to me? Will you get a break in between?"
"No."
"I can't not see my girlfriend for six months. We haven't even been together six months. We're gonna be spending more time apart than we do together."
"Don't you think I know that?!"
"But isn't there anything you can do?"
"If there was then I wouldn't be gone six months now would I?"
"Oh perfect, I get the sarcastic girlfriend."
"Can we just please not spend our last night together fighting?"
"Fine, but this still sucks."
The next day we stood in the crowded airport waiting for my plane to arrive. When it was time to leave I turned to Punk and hugged him. When he tried to let go I squeezed him and he returned the favor. "Why are you crying?" he asked when I pulled away. I shrugged, "Because I'm gonna miss you." He looked at me. "Is that all?" I stared at him and he just stood there waiting for me to give him an answer. "The last time we parted when I came back I caught you with someone else's tongue down your throat. I'm just scared that's gonna happen again." He stared at me like I had grown another head. "I can't believe you still think I'd cheat on you."
"I can't help it. I want to believe it won't happen again but I can't."
"What would make you believe?" I shrugged and studied my sneakers which were more interesting at the time. He put his fingers under my chin and raised my head so I was looking into his olive eyes. "I would never cheat on you. Never. I got a glimpse of my life without you and I didn't like it so don't count on that happening. And I don't think I could find someone who can stomach being my girlfriend and my manger." I giggled. "I never want to lose you Taylor. And I need you to trust me and believe in me as much as I trust and believe in you. I need you to." I nodded and smiled at him. "I do."
"I need to hear you say it."
"I trust in you and believe in you. Not in Punk but in Phillip Brooks." I gave him a long kiss. "I'll talk to you later Punk, buh-bye." I said then I walked away. "Bye Taylor, I'm gonna miss you." I turned and gave him one last kiss. "I'm gonna miss you too CM Punk." He chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. I reluctantly pulled away. "You're gonna make me miss my flight. I really need to go."
"Fine," he sighed, "I'll call you later then. Don't work yourself too much. I need my girlfriend when this is over." I slapped his chest and began walking backwards. "Oh, please tell Krista and Eric about this and tell them I'll call them soon. One more thing… tell Colt I said hi."
AN: That's the end of the chapter. It's a little long but I figured I owed it to you guys. Sorry if it's kinda lame. I'll try and se if I can get the next chapter up today as well, or maybe tomorrow. Please review, favourite, follow. Let me know what you think.