Stormy Sky

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Before I start with the chapter, I would like to say rest in peace to Randy Savage. He was one of my favorite wrestlers and I'm very deeply saddened by his death. I may be a youngin' when it comes to greats like him, but trust me, the Madness will live on forever in me, and many others. Oooooh Yeahhh!

This chapter's one of my favorites ever. It's the beginning of the drama. And if you're familiar with the rest of my stories, you know that I live for the drama. Jeff Hardy's being added to the story as a somewhat main character. The story's still just gonna be told in Punk and Sky's POV but Jeff might get some POV's depending on how the story goes.

I hope you enjoy the chapter. Review my peeps : )

Ch. 5: Dating

Punk's POV

"It's been a month, Punky." Skylar grinned at me. A month ago, we reconciled our issues so that I could help her get clean. This time, she actually kept up her part of the deal. "I know. I now owe you an apology."

"Don't worry about it. You had every right to doubt me. Blah blah blah." She giggled as she rested her head on my lap. We were in our hotel room. We travel together, now. Eh, what can I say? It's never a dull ride, I guess. "Whatever, Sky. I did, though."

"Ooh, remember when we used to skip class to go to Chelsea's?" She asked. "Yeah, I remember." Chelsea's was a little restaurant in Chi-town that we'd go to instead of going to class. It was the teen hotspot back in the nineties. "I remember when that chick Anna used to stalk us there. She totally had a crush on the both of us." Sky giggled, grabbing my hand to play with my fingers.

Anna Wen was a weird kid that we went to school with. She was a nerd. And not a cool nerd, like me, Sky, and the rest of the Metallipunks. Anna was just plain nerd. She would stalk and follow me and Sky, everywhere. She was convinced that we were a couple. And she was obsessed with us.

"Gross, Sky. That summer, that psycho girl asked me if she could film us doing it." I shuddered at the thought of Anna watching us like that. Eww. Just eww. Sky laughed. "You should've called and told me that. I would've agreed to it." I looked down and raised my eyebrow at her. "Skylar, we're talking about a sex tape. Do you know how bad that'd be for the both of us?" I asked her grinning face.

"It wouldn't be bad. We'd make money, get more publicity, and everyone would get to see how good you are in the sack." She laughed. I rolled my eyes. There's no reasoning with Skylar's crazy ass.

"Skylar, you're not all there. I swear you're not." I chuckled as she made my middle finger do the worm on her cheek. "No wonder why we click so well, you're definitely not all there, either." She giggled.

"Says the person that's making my finger dance on her cheek." She poked her tongue at me and sat up. My hand, still being used as a dancing worm. "Well, I guess you're right. But who's to say that I don't have a tape of us somewhere." She smirked at my scowl.

"Skylar, that's not even funny." She rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah it is. But seriously, Inky. If I had a tape of us in action, do you think I'd be sitting here playing with your fingers?" She narrowed her eyes, as if she was trying to read my thoughts. "I guess not. Your perverted ass would probably be locked up in here trying to relive the moment." I chuckled.

"Nah. Can't relive the moment without the actual thing. But I digress." She sighed and got up. "I'm guessing this has something to do with me being a prude again, huh?" I asked her as I watched her pseudo-angrily look through clothes in her suitcase on the bed. "Yes. I have needs Phil. Needs that you can full-fill. Pun intended." She winked at me.

"Sky, we're not getting into that again. And you know I don't believe in all of that hooking up shit." She groaned. "Well, too bad. You're gonna be pissed at me. Cause I got a little date tonight." She grinned as she lifted her t-shirt over her head.

"A date, with who?" I casually asked. Although the curiosity is getting the best of me. "The younger Hardy asked me out. He just broke up with his girl, and he wanted to have a little fun. And I am the epitome of fun." She cockily said as she put on a black halter top.

"Yeah, be careful around that guy. He's known for his 'issues' Sky." I warned her. I don't know the guy personally, but anyone with a rep for that kind of shit doesn't need to be around Skylar. She relapses fast.

"Don't worry, Punkin. I'm not gonna let the bad Hardy give me anything I shouldn't take." She laughed while she put on her shoes. "Whatever, Skylar. Just remember that you have to drive tomorrow." She poked her tongue out as she walked back over to me on the couch.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. And since I'm driving, I get to pick the tunes." She grinned as she bent over to put her hand in the right pocket of my camo shorts.

"Hey, ya little creep. You could've asked for the keys." She was fishing around for the rental keys, but her hand was roaming everywhere but where the keys were. "Oh, I know. I'm a tease." She winked at me as she easily pulled the keys from my pocket.

"Yeah, you really are. Go away, now." I said nonchalantly, as I turned and stretched my legs over the rest of the couch. "You're gonna be okay here while I'm gone?" I gave her a blank stare. "I'm sure I can manage, Sky." I plan on getting some much needed rest.

"Good. Now hug me so I can go." She had her arms outstretched with a big grin on her face. "Really, Sky?" I raised a brow at her. "Yes. Now hug me Phillip, or I'll never leave." She started to tap her foot, impatiently. "Is this one of your tricks?" I asked as I hesitantly sat up.

"Nah, I just wanna feel your warmth." That's what I mean when I say that she's evil. No matter what I'm feeling, she always does or says something that makes me melt. "Fine." I sighed and turned my upper body toward her and opened my arms.

"Aww, Inky. You can pretend like you don't wanna feel my warmth, but I know the truth." She smirked as she gently wrapped her arms around my neck. I returned her embrace with my arms around her waist. The right side of her face was up against mine. Man, her skin is soft. Her brunette and blonde hair smelled like cherries and cigarettes, as usual. But this time, it smelled more like cherries.

I closed my eyes and breathed into her hair. This brings back memories. Good memories. Memories that involve her and I that I shouldn't be thinking about right now. Once I snapped out of the 'Punk & Sky Late Night Special' show I was watching in my mind, I decided that I needed to stop the physical contact.

"Okay, you got your hug." I mumbled as I moved my arms off of her. She let me go and frowned at me.

"You always gotta ruin the moment. Later, Punky Punk. Don't wait up." She winked before she turned around to walk to the door. "Wait! You're not planning on sleeping with him, are you?" I blurted. I don't know where that came from, but I had to ask that.

"Why? You wanna watch? Or do you wanna join? That'd be fucking hot." She turned her head and winked at me. "Hell no, Sky. Just go away." I rolled my eyes at her. "Whatever, Punkin. I know you miss this." She laughed.

I let out a sigh of relief when she left. Sure Skylar's crazy, and we're more than through with each other romantically, but she still finds ways to make me all tingly.

Sky's POV

"So you not gonna let loose tonight?" That was Jeff Hardy's handsome self. We're on our way to a club. "Nah, man. I'm gonna be a good girl tonight. My best friend's straight-edge. He'll sniff me out as soon as I take a sip or a hit." I sighed. He gave me the side eye as he maneuvered around an eighteen wheeler. We're using mine and Phil's rental, but I decided to let him drive.

"Yea right. I'on believe that. I heard that you's a wild one. I'm wild, so you gotta get wild to hang with me." He smirked. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I am wild. But I'm gonna have to get used to being wild and sober." Ugh, I wonder if that sounded as stupid to him as it did to me.

Apparently, it did cause he chuckled. "The hell's so funny?" I questioned. "Sober wild ain't fun. What's the deal with you and Pepsi dude, anyway?" He questioned me, this time. I sighed.

"Long story. Short version. High school friends. He graduated, but I still had two years left." I took a pause to crack my knuckles. It's one of my ticks. Since I haven't been smoking as much, I've gotten a lot of weird ticks that I do now. Most of the time, I don't even notice that I'm doing it.

"Oh, so Pepsi's been hittin' that since high school? Damn." Jeff mused with an amused look on his face as we pulled up to a red light. I chuckled. "No. He wasn't hitting too much of anything back then. Especially not me." I playfully poked him in the arm. "After he graduated, we stopped talking for six years. Met back up in ROH and then we started dating." I caught a glimpse of Jeff to see what his reaction was.

"Ha! So it took him seven years to get in them jeans? Damn, Pepsi." Jeff laughed. I scoffed. "You say that as if you're about to get in them tonight or something." I shook my head.

"Uh, I am. My game is tight, mama." He looked over at me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He continued his cockiness with a hand on my thigh. "Boy, please. I'm not a hoe." I removed his hand, which was conveniently easing up. "I ain't say you was. You can be my baby for tonight." He smirked. "I'll be your baby. But I'm not easy. You gotta work for it."

"Alright. I'mma let it slide for now. I'mma be in them tight ass jeans one day, though." He grinned before focused he on the road again. I groaned.

"Back to the story. We broke up, and then got back together just so we could fuck. That didn't work out, so we decided that we were better off as friends. Without benefits." I don't know why I'm halfway being honest with Jeff, but he's giving me this vibe. I feel like I click with him.

"Well, I wanna be more than a friend with major benefits, baby." Jeff cockily grinned as he pulled into the parking lot of the club. "We'll see, Hardy. We'll see."

"Shit. I smell like fucking reefer. I'm gonna get read the riot act." We're back from the club. The VIP area was filled with potheads. And no, I did not partake in the festivities. Neither did Jeff. But we were around it, so we smell like it.

"Girl, chill out. We ain't take no hits of that shit. He'll be straight." Jeff rolled his eyes before he took my hand. "Yeah, but you don't know Punky Punk. I know him." I reminded him as we made our way to the elevator at our hotel.

"Well you can come to my room with me." He looked at me with a sly smirk once we were in the elevator. "You won't quit, will you Hardy?" I playfully pushed him out of the way so I could pick my floor.

"Hell no. You too fine for me to quit. I dig ya." He grinned. "I dig you too, Jeff. But we gotta take things slow." He sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He grumbled as the elevator grew to a halt. "Ugh, Jeff. You're such a horn dog. You didn't have to walk me back to my room, you know." He sighed and grabbed my hand again, leading me out of the elevator.

"You my girl, Cherrypop. And I'mma gentleman. So I gotta escort your fine ass back to your room." That made me smile, even though he's just trying to butter me up. "Cute, Jeff. But you're still not getting into these." I smirked as I pulled at the belt loop on my jeans.

"You such a tease. Look, since I'm on Raw, we not gonna see much of each other for a few weeks. I'mma call ya tomorrow." He started off with a little puppy dog sad face when he said that we weren't gonna see each other, but turned it into a smile when he said that he'd call. "Awww. You're so cute." I smiled at him. We were outside me and Phil's room now. "I know."

"Alright. I gotta be quiet. He gets cranky when I wake him up. And since I'm being nice to him now, I don't wanna wake him up." I laughed. "Fuck that. Be as loud as you wanna be." He grinned as he placed his arms around my neck. "What are you doing, dude?" I asked him, cause I was a bit taken aback by it. I mean, he talked a whole bunch of craziness, but he never really made any advances on me.

"I'm finna give ya something to remember me by." He huskily said as he leaned into my face. I braced myself for his impending lips and I was very pleasantly surprised.

His lips are soft. Softer than I imagined. He didn't give me a simple peck on the lips. He gave me a wet, tongue filled kiss. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him into me. Before it was over with, he ended up with his hands on my ass. He thinks that I didn't notice that, but I did.

Once we broke apart, I realized that I had gotten a little excited. "Okay. I need a cold shower." I said to him. "I made you hot, huh? You know you can fix that in my room with me." His smirk came back as he put his arms around my neck again. I sighed.

"After that kiss, it's very tempting. But we need to take it slow." I laughed at his puppy dog frown. I have to give it to him. He has game. I'll give him that. "Ugh. Fine then. You go to bed. I know you gotta get up in a few hours." I couldn't help but smile. "You do, too. You got a plane to catch."

"Later, Cherrypop." He gave me a soft peck on the lips before he moved his arms off of my neck. "Later Jeff." I sighed as he slowly began to walk away from me and back to the elevator.

Once he was gone, I put the keycard in the slot and waited until I heard the click. I slowly opened the door and closed it behind me. I was a little shocked to see that Punky was woke.

He was looking gorgeous, as usual. Sitting in his bed, chilling. With his cute little glasses on and his hair in a loose and messy ponytail. Dressed in of his many comic book themed graphic tees. This one being one of my favorites, Batman. With his oh so lovely camo shorts. And he was reading one of his comics. He's such a nerd.

"Had fun, Cherrypop?" He said to me, snapping me out of my stare party. I was so distracted, I didn't even let it register that he must've been listening to me and Jeff a few seconds ago.

"Huh? Yeah. Surprisingly I had a great time." I put my purse down on the table. "So he calls you Cherrypop. What the hell kind of nickname?" He mumbled, not taking his eyes away from the comic he was reading.

"Jealous?" I said with a smirk. He quickly looked at me with a big frown on his face. "No." He snarkily replied back to me and focused on his comic again.

"Well, for your info. He calls me Cherrypop because I smell like cherries. And well, I can't tell you about the pop part. But you can figure it out." I chuckled at his frown. "That cherry has been popped a long time ago." He said with major attitude.

"Fuck you Phil. Why are you acting so bitchy?" I didn't expect a response, so I went over to my bed, with my back to him; and started to get ready for bed.

I had to untie that halter from around my neck. I didn't take it off, but I had to let the girls breathe. For some reason, I love to sleep topless. And no, Punk doesn't mind. He's seen me naked plenty of times. But that's flashback for another time.

"You know Phil, you're tripping. You claim that you're over me and now you got your lip poked out because Jeff gave me a nickname? Ridiculous." I rolled my eyes as I stretched my arms.

I did not expect what happened next. I couldn't even react to it. After my little rant, I ended up being turned around and pinned down on my bed by Phil. I didn't even notice him walk up behind me.

"Truth is. You don't know how fucking irritated I was tonight after you left on that date. Hell, it's three in the morning and I couldn't even go to sleep because I was wondering about you." Okay, the seriousness and frustration in his voice made me even more shocked. I didn't say a word. His dark hazel eyes staring into my green ones. Forcing me to stare into them.

"Phil, what are you trying to say?" I asked him. If it's what I'm thinking he's trying to say, I don't have words for it. "Sky, as much as I've tried to deny this, you always find a way to put it back into my mind." He sighed and I started to shake.

"Put what back into your mind? You're confusing the hell out of me right now." I was starting to feel like I was in jr. high again. That's when I actually chased after guys instead of the other way around.

"Skylar, I lo… wait. Did you and that Hardy boy get high tonight?" He asked suddenly with a highly disgusted look on his face. "No we didn't, Phil." I groaned, knowing that his little confessing moment was officially over.

He looked down at me and disapprovingly shook his head at me. "Skylar, you don't have to lie. You're grown. You can do as you please. But I can't deal with this shit anymore." He calmly said as he got off of me. He put his sandals on and headed to the door.

I instantly got up to follow him. "Phil wait. I-" He didn't wait to hear what I had to say. He took his keycard off of the table and put it in his pocket before he reached the door. He completely ignored me. I called his name like four times and I was right behind him.

"Phil, please let me explain this." I begged him. I don't know why, but my eyes decided to betray me at that moment. I started to tear up. This scene is nothing new to me. A quite similar situation happened in OVW. That second time we broke up.

Flashback Sky's POV

"Skylar I fucking tried to help you and you go and get trashed?" Punk yelled into my red face. He was fuming and he has every right to be. See, I went out with a few of my friends and we partied. Hard.

I kinda got a little out of hand. I drunk a little and I smoked a little. Nothing serious, but since I'm dating a straight-edge guy, it is to him. "Punkin chill. It's just a little pot. It's not the end of the world." I rolled my eyes at him as I laid back on my bed.

"Well excuse me Sky, for thinking that when you said you wanted to stay sober, you were serious. My bad." He growled. "I do want to be sober. Just not all the time. But I only drank a little and I only took a few hits. I'm not even fully gone. And besides, it's only pot. I'm not on that heavy shit anymore."

He started to laugh. "Oh, well how dumb of me. It's just pot. Why in the hell am I overreacting? It's not illegal, or anything." He mocked me.

"Fuck you, Phil. There's that superiority complex I was telling you about. You always have to be the one telling me what I'm doing wrong. What about what you do wrong?" I sat up to see his frowning face.

"Skylar, this isn't about me. I'm not perfect. And I never said that I was. This is about you. You fucking told me that you wanted my help to stay clean. And as your boyfriend, I said I would. But how can I fucking help you when every night you're out there getting wasted?" He yelled at me.

I rolled my eyes. "So what am I supposed to do Phil? Sit in my apartment and read fucking comics all day like you? I'm not that kind of girl, Phil. You know that." His frown went away and he silently stared at me for a while.

"You know what, Sky? You're right. You're not that kind of girl. And I'm not the kind of guy that sits and watches someone he loves smoke and drink their life away. You do what you want, Sky. I can't deal with this anymore. I'm through." He sighed before he turned to walk out of my room.

"Wait, Phil. What are you saying?" I questioned him as I got up to follow him. He ignored me and continued walking toward my front door.

"Phil, are you breaking up with me?" I asked once we were at the door. He stopped walking and took a deep breath. "Yes." He stated simply before he turned the knob of the door and walked out.

"But…" I started to speak, but I really don't have any words. Instead, my eyes started to well up with tears. They stung my burning face as they fell down my cheeks. My mouth had gotten dry and my vision was blurry. I watched him disappear down the stairs. I stayed at the opened door until I heard his door open and close below me.

Sky's POV

Yeah, that was a very painful moment. And now it's like I'm reliving it. I didn't even care that my halter top was down. All I cared about was Phil. I followed him to the elevator and got in with him. Luckily, no one was around.

"Skylar, fix your top." He rolled his eyes. "Fuck the top. Just listen to me." I stood in front of him, forcing him to look at me. "Skylar, you don't have to explain yourself to me." He sighed. "Yes I do. First off, I didn't get high. We were in the VIP. Some of the guys were smoking it. We didn't."

Once I said that, his tense face smoothed a little. "And Phil, you know how I am when I'm stoned. Do I seem stoned to you?" I asked him with a suspicious look on my face. He sighed and gave me a once over. "Uh Sky, you're following me around the hotel with your tits out."

I groaned and started to fix my top. "I was in a panic and I needed to stop you from leaving." I rolled my eyes at him. "Riiiiight." He replied with a frown.

"You know I'm not high, Phil. I know the real reason why you're acting like this." I said with a smirk. "Oh really? Why?" He cockily smirked at me as he folded his arms on his chest.

"You needed an out. You were about to spill your little heart out to me and it scared you. So you used that feint scent of pot that you smelled on my top to get you out of the situation." I grinned at him.

"Skylar, you have a history of being a pothead. How did you expect me to react when I smelled it on you?" He shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

"Ugh, you're right about that. I'll give you that one. But I'm so serious this time, Punkin. I wanna stay clean. I might even become straight-edge." I grinned at him as I crossed my arms into an X.

He gave me an 'oh really?' look before he began to speak. "Yeah Sky. That'll be the day." He replied before he moved me from in front of him to push another button on the keypad. We were going back up to our room floor.

"Okay, I deserve that. I really do, but you gotta trust me Phil. I'm trying to get my life back on track. Just trust me, okay." He turned his head to me and his skeptical look faded. I'm hoping that he can tell that I'm telling the truth with this.

He sighed. "Fine, Sky. I trust you." He held out his pinky for me to grab with my pinky. It's a thing we used to do in high school. We were too cool for handshakes. And we were too damn fly to say 'pinky swear', so we just silently did a pinky shake. See, it's cooler.

After our pinky shake, I decided to get back to the question at hand. "So Punky Punk. You were about to tell me something before all of this drama. You gonna finish?" I asked with a cheesy grin.

"I'll tell you when we get back in our room." He replied as the elevator grew to a halt and slowly opened. I nodded and got out of the elevator. He followed behind me.

When we turned the corner to get to our room, a smile spread across my face. "What are you doing back?" I asked Jeff after I sprinted over to our room door where he was waiting. His adorable smile warmed me. "That one kiss wasn't enough." He said right before he pulled me into his body and planted a soft but intense kiss on my lips.

For a few seconds, I forgot that Punk was in the hallway, too. Once I did, I pulled away from Jeff. "What?" Jeff questioned.

"You're making this 'taking it slow' thing reeeeal hard for me, you know." I grinned at him. "My bad. I just needed one more. That's all." He smiled at me. "Night Cherrypop." Jeff sweetly said as he playfully tapped the tip of my nose with his index finger. "Night Jeff."

Once he was gone, I opened the room door and walked in. I made sure I didn't look behind me, cause I'm sure the look on Punk's face was pure disgust. I silently went to my bed and sat down.

"That was cute. You two are just adorable." He sarcastically said after he closed the door behind him. "Whatever, Phil." I groaned as I untied my halter top again. He sighed and plopped onto his bed.

"So, you gonna finish what you were saying earlier?" I asked him. I know after the scene that he saw outside, he's probably gonna shut down and not say anything. But it's worth a shot, right? His reply to my statement was a scoff. "Get some sleep, Sky. You're driving today, remember?" He nonchalantly said as he cut the lamp off on the nightstand and turned over to go to sleep.

"Driving. Right." I rolled my eyes in the dark and rested my head on my pillow.