Stormy Sky
I don't claim to own WWE or any of the wrestlers!
This chapter is for Luna. Rest in peace.
On a lighter note, Woohoo for double updates! I just finished writing this chapter and also a chapter for my other story Emalf. I'm proud of myself, lol.
So, I'm pretty much enjoying this flashback thing. So, there's another one in this chapter. Expect a few more. Cause for the story to progress, you have to know the back story, right?
I hope you enjoy it. Review, please. I love feedback.
Ch. 3: Feels Good To Be Missed, huh?
Punk's POV
Aug. 1. Hammerstein Ballroom, Manhattan, New York
"You ready for this, man?" That's Justin Credible, my opponent for tonight. It's my tv wrestling debut. I've done a few dark matches here, but this is the big one. I haven't seen Sky since that morning in my hotel room, and that was a month ago. She debuted on ECW a few weeks ago, I watched from home.
She's got some major skills. I don't know why she's so damn self-doubting. Even though she'll never admit it. "Yeah dude. Let's do it." I smiled as we made our way to the Gorilla position.
Skylar's POV
"Mami's got major fire." Shelly laughed as we talked to a few of the guys backstage. "Yeah, I can see that. I'd love to see what else she can do." Shannon Moore flirted. I rolled my eyes at him. I really don't pay him any mind. He's funny. "In your dreams, buddy." I laughed at him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed Punk walking toward the Gorilla position. My heart still skips a few beats when he's around.
"You want me. I just know it." Shannon chuckled. "So we'll see you at the club tonight?" Shelly asked me, bringing me back to reality. "Yeah. I'm all in." I smiled at her. I walked away to chill by myself for a bit. See, I'm trying this new thing where I keep my drinking to a minimum.
Punk's words last month really had me thinking. I've been doing a good job so far with not getting totally tanked, too. I mean, he did have a point with what he was saying. I was thinking about telling him about it. But that would only add air to that big ass head of his.
I went into the locker room and watched the rest of the show. I had a dark match earlier tonight with Trinity. Watching Punk's match made me flashback to watching him in ROH. He was amazing. Maybe I should just tell him about my way of thinking.
I decided that I would and got up to meet him at his rental car.
"You okay? You've been acting weird lately." Shelly asked, eying me as I power walked my way to the parking lot. "On no, I'm good. I think I'm having some kind of epiphany. And it's all because of, well I'll tell you later." I quickly said, trying to beat him there. He's still inside now. "You do know that this is Punk's car, right?" She questioned. "Yeah. I need to talk to him about something." She gave me a look, shrugged her shoulders, and was off to her own rental to put her bags up.
Punk's POV
After I showered and got my stuff packed, I was ready to go to the hotel and chill. Everyone's going to a bar tonight and they all know that that's just not my scene. When I got to my rental, I really wasn't expecting what I was looking at. There was Skylar, leaning against the door. "Hey." She said, smoke slowly floating out of her mouth.
"Hey, Sky. Um, what are you doing?" I gave her a questionable look. "I needed to talk to you about something. You going anywhere tonight?" She asked with a nervous smile. "Skylar, you know I'm headed back to the hotel. I thought you'd be heading out to the bar with the rest of the guys."
"This is more important than that." She said. "Okay, well you wanna come back with me. I think we're at the same hotel." I started to rub the back of my neck, nervous habit. "Sure. I'll go. Just let me go get my stuff." She put out her cigarette and started to walk away.
This should be an interesting night.
Skylar's POV
After that awkward little scene, I went inside to talk to Shelly. She was talking to Kevin Thorn. He's so cool. "What's happening babe?" He smiled at me. "Nothing much, vamp. That match was awesome." I smiled at him. "Thanks. You still gonna buy me that drink you promised?" He asked. A few weeks ago, I dared him to randomly kiss Kelly for a drink on me. The things we do when we're bored as hell.
"Uh, not tonight. Got plans." I said as I started to fidget with my hands. "Oh, okay. Rain check, then." He smiled at us and walked off. "So, do these plans have anything to do with Punk?" Shelly asked, giving me that 'what the hell are you up to' look. "Yeah." I said as I started to walk toward the locker room.
"Not so fast, missy. What are you up to?" She asked, right behind me. "Shell, it's not what you think. I just need to talk to him." I stopped walking, anticipating her next move. "Pinky missing her Punky?" She giggled. "Aww shut up. It's not like that. I'm trying this new thing where I cut him some slack. Ya know, go easy on him." I said as we entered the locker room.
She gave me a look that said 'yeah right'. "Whatever. Just please don't make it OVW part two. It's bad enough I had to live through part one." She scoffed. "Trust me, it's not gonna be like that." I reassured her as I grabbed my bags. "I'll call you later. He's waiting for me outside." I said to her as I headed out.
"See you later, Pinky." She teased before I was fully out of the door.
Once I got outside, I half expected him to be gone, but he wasn't. "You ready to go?" I asked. He half smiled and nodded. He took my bags from me and put them in the trunk. Always the gentleman, that Punk.
The drive to the hotel was pretty silent. With the exception of me singing along to Smells Like Team Spirit. Whenever I hear Cobain's voice, I have to sing along. Punk knows.
Once we got inside his room, he took a seat on the bed. This hotel is not one of the best we've been in, but whatever. You get what you can. It's the business. "So, what did you want to talk about?" He asked, getting straight to it.
God, why am I getting nervous? It's just Punk. Wait, that's it. It's Punk. Hypocritical, judgmental, I'm-better-than-you-cause-I'm-straight edge, Punk. "Look, I wanted to talk about something, but never mind." I said, quickly grabbing my bags so I could get out of there. Suddenly, I'm feeling a little claustrophobic.
He stood up and walked to me. "Skylar, what's going on?" He asked with that concerned voice he always uses on me. "Ugh, forget it. I wanted to tell you that I've been controlling my drinking and, I'm off all of that other stuff." I said with my eyes closed. I was facing the door, still ready to bolt out of here, but I waited for his response.
"Huh?" He said from behind me. I dropped my stuff and turned around to face him. "I said, that I'm controlling my drinking and I completely stopped with the pills and shit." I yelled. He gave me a skeptical look and chuckled. "What brought this on?" He asked, I'm guessing he's not believing me.
"You're right, okay. To a certain extent, I do kinda believe that I'm a little too wild. What you said to me the last time we talked, it helped me." I sighed, kinda glad that I got that off of my chest. He just stared at me for a few seconds.
"You serious, this time?" He asked, staring into my eyes. I nodded. "Punk, I'm tired of always being the bitch, ya know. I'm tired of waking up with that damn ringing in my head. I'm almost twenty-five. I need to grow up. And I need to fix all my problems." He crossed his arms and stared at me intently. I hate when he does that. It's like his eyes are scanning for some form of a lie so he can call me out on it.
"Sky, I'm happy for you. I really am." He smiled after a few long seconds of staring.
Punk's POV
"Phil, I'm gonna need your help." She said. My eyes got big after that. I mean, whoa. "Uh, Sky? We've been down this road before and I really care for you, but it didn't end well last time." The look on her face after I said that instantly made me feel like a jackass.
"I know I put you through hell the last time, but I'm serious now. I'm not asking for you to babysit me, Phil. I just want us to be friends again. Believe it or not, I've been really missing you." She said with a nervous chuckle as she began to fidget with her hands. I always thought that was a cute little habit.
"I missed you too, Sky. I guess Pinky and Inky's back together?" My smile got bigger when she smiled at my words. Back in Chi-town, that was our little nicknames for each other. She was Pinky, on account of her having pink highlights in her brunette hair, and I was Inky cause I was tatted up. Yeah, I was Inky way before I was Punky. "Damn right, and we have no mercy on the poor souls who dare to step to us." She giggled. That was another one of our cheesy little high school sayings.
After we stopped laughing, she gave me a hug. For a few seconds, I thought I was tripping. When I realized that she really was hugging me, I quickly returned the embrace. Her hair smelled like a mix between cherries and cigarettes. Over the years, I've come to love that smell.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. During that time, I just thought. Cause lots of thoughts are running through my head right now.
She pulled away abruptly, stopping my thought process. "Okay, I have to show you something." She grinned at me with her beautiful smile. I watched as she turned around and opened one of her bags.
I started laughing as soon as I saw what she got out of the bag. "I told you I was gonna get him!" She giggled as she held the little Glen doll in her hands. That is one ugly little doll. But I wouldn't dare tell Sky that. She'll have a fit. "Sky, you're obsessed." I chuckled as she handed it to me. "Okay, Mr. Comic Con." She teased.
"Okay, you got me on that one." I said in a squeaky voice with the little doll in front of my face. "He so does not sound like that." She laughed and snatched him away from me. She held him in her arms like he was a baby and began to rock him. That cracked me up. "You're loony." I said to her.
"Maybe. Wanna watch?" She grinned at me as she held up a Child's Play DVD. "Sure. But I'm pretty tired. So if I fall asleep, don't touch my hair!" I said with a chuckle even though I'm serious. In 2004, I fell asleep on her and I woke up with pink streaks in my hair and my nails were also pink. I don't mind the nails much, but the hair is another story.
She put the DVD in and we sat on the bed, ready to relax. This is very nostalgic. This time, in a good way.
Flashback Punk's POV
January 2004
After my match with Raven, a few of my boys and I were in the back talking. I noticed Rae go over to some brunette. I didn't pay her any mind until I heard her laugh. My heart skipped a few beats when I turned around to get a good look at her.
"Skylar?" I said, not even caring that she was talking to Raven. She looked at me and a huge smile crept on her face. "Phil!" She squealed and threw her arms around my sweaty body. Apparently she didn't mind, so I hugged back. "Skylar, what in the hell are you doing here?" I asked once we broke away from each other.
"I've been hearing about this badass wrestler that goes by the name of CM Punk. So I wanted to check him out. Rae told me that he's been having some kickass matches with him, so I came. I didn't expect you to be the badass Punk." She smiled. "Yeah, that's me." I couldn't help but stare at her amazing body. She looks like she's been hitting the gym.
"Okay I had plans, but I'm so canceling. Phil, or should I say Punk, we're so hanging tonight." She said, not even asking. That's Sky. "Sure, we can do that." I said to her grinning face. "Okay. When you're all clean and ready, meet me outside. Man, I've missed you so much." She said, giving me another hug. I hope Raven can't tell that I'm blushing.
"Feels good to be missed, huh Punk?" He chuckled at me. "Yeah, man. It kinda does." I smiled.
After I showered and dressed, I met her outside. "I still can't believe it's you. I thought I'd never see you again." She cheerily spoke as we got into my car. We're going to some little diner. "I thought the next time I'd see you would be on tv. The pierced physicist." I chuckled.
"Nah. I quit college. It wasn't for me." She sighed as I drove. "Whoa, how'd Mr. B take it?" I asked, remembering Skylar's dad. She scoffed. "He and I aren't speaking. Haven't since 2000. But whatever." Man, I know she and her dad used to argue about school, but they'd always make up.
"Whoa. Well, how's your mom? She still in the Big Apple?" I asked. " Yeah. She's pissed with me, too. But we still talk. She wants me to become some big famous model. Psh, hell no. Tried it and I hated it. I like to eat." We laughed. "My sisters showed me a picture of you in a magazine for Blue Sky a few years ago." Man, she looked amazing. "Ugh, don't remind me. But how's the family? I miss them."
"The girls are cool, but Mike and I aren't on good terms. Long story." I sighed. "Seems like we all got family issues." She chuckled. "I guess so." I sighed. "So what the hell does CM stand for, Punk?" She asked. "Originally, it meant Chick Magnet. But now, it just depends on whatever the hell I feel like it stands for." I chuckled. "Rawr, baby." She chuckled.
"So, what you been doing?" I asked. "Well, I was gonna save this for my Hall of Fame speech, but I guess now's good too. I'm wrestling." My eyes lit up when she said that.
"Really? Wow." I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. "It's all because of you. I remember you and I watching Luna Vachon and Madusa tear shit up on WCW. After seeing her and Chyna kick ass, I decided that I wanted to do that too." I glanced at her and she was gleaming with passion.
"Man, Luna and Chyna dominated." I chuckled. Those two were definitely awesome. "Yeah, man. I'm not nearly as big as those two, but I work with what I got. That's how I met Rae. Indies man, indies."
We pulled into the parking lot of a diner called Mama's. We got out and found a booth to sit in. "I love these things." Skylar giggled as she took a seat beside me. "So Sky, what happened to the blonde bangs?" I asked. "Got tired of it. What's with your blonde hair?" She asked as she ran a hand through my hair.
"I guess you were my inspiration." I grinned at her. "You're super Inky now, aren't ya?" She said as she grabbed my arm. "Man, you're awesome." She mused as she stared at my arm.
We ordered burgers and fries and thanks to Sky, milkshakes. We caught up with each other a little more. Reminisced over my senior and her freshman/sophomore year until the diner was about to close.
Neither of us wanted to call it a night, so we went to my hotel.
"So, Inky. Who's the lucky lady?" She asked as she took a seat on the bed. "Wrestling is my lady." I said, taking a seat beside her. She gave me a look. "Don't tell me you've went to the other side, Phil." She chuckled.
"Hell no. I've just been occupied. So, do you have a special someone?" I asked, targeting her so I could pry. "Aha, slick move there, Punky Punk." She chuckled. "But no, seriously, I've been flying solo, myself." She sighed.
"Well, now I feel like we're back in high school." I chuckled. I think we were the only two in school who wasn't getting any. And that was purely by choice. There was plenty of people lining up for us both, but we liked life without commitments.
"Oh yeah, I've got to show you something." She said as she pulled down the front of her tank top. I had no clue what she was doing, but just by her hand being on her breast, I got hot. I think this is a sign, no not the boob thing. Her showing up here and meeting up with me. I know I didn't try anything with her in high school, but we're older now. And we're both single. I might actually try it this time.
"Phil, did you hear me? What do you think?" She said, snapping me out of my boobie stare. She was showing me a tattoo of a red heart with a knife going through. "It's cute." I said. "Cute? Come on, Phil. You've got to know where it comes from." She said, giving me a nudge. "No, not really." I was still heavily staring at her half exposed left breast, but it seems like she didn't notice.
"Hello, Boob Magnet. My face is up here, perv." She said, snapping her fingers in my face. "Huh, what? Am I supposed to know, or something?" I asked, a little embarrassed that she noticed. "Aww, babe. You're blushing. Don't worry, I'm used to you staring at them. Whenever I felt a little less than pretty, I'd always count on you to admire my body and make me feel conceited again." She chuckled.
"Sky, you narcissist." I laughed at her. "Yes I am, and I love it, baby. Now tell me that you did go and see Bride of Chucky." She was serious now. "Uh, nah. I didn't." I spoke softly. Her eyes got huge when I did. She punched me in the arm, hard. "Ouch, what the hell, Sky?" I yelped. "You punk. You said that you were gonna see it." She grouched. Yeah, we had made plans to go see the movie when it came out the next year back in 97.
"Yeah, well. I figured what's the use of seeing it. You weren't there to see it with me, so I don't think I would've enjoyed it. I guess I missed you too much." I said, not quite realizing that I had said that last part.
"Aww, Punkin." She smiled and wrapped her arms around me. Man, she smells like cherries. "So, what's the tattoo got to do with Bride of Chucky?" I asked once we let go of each other. "Chucky's wife has this tattoo. Except she has his name over it." She explained. Huh, this chick is too obsessed. "So, why's his name not over it?" I asked, still staring at her chest.
"I'm saving it for my special someone…Whenever he decides to look at my face." She said. Luckily, I caught that. I instantly looked at her face. She had a sly smirk. "What?" I questioned.
"Punky, we're older. We're single. And we're in a friggin hotel room. I know you had feelings for me in high school. And by the way you're acting right now, I'd say that you still feel the same." She knowingly spoke. The hell, did this girl read my mind?
I was speechless. My mouth hung a little. "I'm right. I bet you didn't notice that I stared at you, too. You have the hottest ass in all the land, Phil. For real." Now I'm really bugging out. I pray that my ears aren't deceiving me. "Phil, hello? I'm freaking admitting my feelings for you and you're over here silently convulsing, or something. You may speak now, man." She chuckled.
I know I should say something, but I'm speechless. What do you say to that? "Sky, if you were feeling me too, then why didn't you say anything?" I finally asked. "Cause, Punk. Guys make the first move." She replied.
"Sky, the few times you did get with guys, you'd always make the first move." I chuckled as I remembered her asking the guys she wanted on dates. "They were different. They weren't special." She softly said. "Excuse me, Ms. Burton. Are you saying that I, Phillip Jack Brooks, is special in your eyes?" I grinned. She smirked.
"Yeah, special ed. But really, yeah. You were, are special. And plus, we were best friends. Sometimes relationships fuck shit up, ya know?" She sighed. "Yeah. I know. But like you said, we're older now." I said, staring deeply into her green eyes. "What are you getting at, dude? You thinking that we should try this dating thing out?" She asked with a sweet smile.
I didn't answer. I gently grabbed her chin and brought her face to mine. "Phil, what are you doing?" She asked with a chuckle. "Making the first move." I said before I brought her lips to mine. Man, that was it for me. I was hooked. She has the softest lips ever. Our lip rings hit together as we kissed. And she has a tongue ring, too. Man, I love this chick.
After a few minutes of making out sitting up, I gently laid her down and climbed on top of her. I've dreamed of this moment, plenty of times in high school. But I never imagined that it would feel this damn good. She gently ran her hands through my hair and arched into my stomach.
After some major groping from the both of us, we stopped. No sex on the first night, that's how I roll. "Damn." She sighed as I rolled off of her. "Damn, is right." I chuckled. "Okay, now that you've gotten me all horny, I think I need to educate you on your killer doll knowledge." She said, getting off of the bed and going to her purse.
I sat up and watched as she pulled out a DVD. "Oh, lord. Skylar, why in the hell do you carry that in your purse?" I asked with a chuckle. She's nuts. "I got a little paranoid and brought it with me. Can't trust those hotel maids." She cheesily smiled. "Whatever you say, crazy." I smiled and watched as she went to the tv and put in the DVD. Luckily this ratty ass hotel has a DVD player.
When she finished, she sat back on the bed. She scooted close to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. "Oh, and Phil. If you go to sleep on this movie like you did for Child's Play 3, I'm gonna do what I threatened to do. Trust me, I have the stuff." She warned with a chuckle.
Years ago, when VHS was still cool, she made a Child's Play night at her house while her dad was in California. Yeah, most kids like to bring their significant other over and fool around or throw a party when their parent's away. But not Sky. She and I stayed at her house the whole weekend eating pizza and watching movies. But anyway, we had had so much fun playing with water balloons and swimming in the pool, I was tired. And of course, that ball of energy wasn't.
She was saving the best for last, in her eyes. Which was the Child's Play movies. When it was time to watch the third one, she noticed that I was getting a little sleepy. "PJ, I swear if you go to sleep on me, I'll give you pink highlights and polish your nails to match." She laughed. But I knew she was serious. You better believe that I stayed woke and enjoyed that damn movie with her crazy ass. Well, right until the part where Chucky shoots Andy's girlfriend.
Punk's POV
Well, in 2004, I fell asleep and I woke up with a new nickname from her. Pink Punkin. Ugh.
That was a different Sky, and a different me though. That was before I knew about the drugs and alcohol. Before all of the drama and pain. But man was that a happy day in my life. And I'm pretty sure hers too. I pray that she does get clean. Cause I really miss that Skylar.