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& about this story being my first update in a while, yeah. Skylar and Punk have been holding my mind hostage for months now. Even before Punk's 'big push'. So you know what the push did to my mind right? Yeah, it sent it into freaking OVERDRIVE. So, before all of my drama, I had three chapters written and saved on my usb. Phew. So naturally, I decided to upload it.
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Ch. 7: The Trunks
Sky's POV
"So anyway, like I was saying…" Kelly continued her mindless jibber jabber as her, Shelly and I sat around the mini tv backstage to watch Punky's match with Elijah Burke.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention that Lita's watching, too. I'm choosing to keep my distance from her. The jealousy in me is making me want to maul her. I mean, who does she think she is? Just coming over to SmackDown to lust after someone. And that someone just had to be Inky?
And then that punk, Punk. He's gonna go along with it just to piss me off. I have to give it to him, though. It's working. I tuned Kelly out as soon as Punk's music hit.
He came out like a ball of energy, as usual. Ready to clobber bitches. I softly smiled as the camera panned to the cheering fans in the audience. The way the fans react to him always infatuated me.
As soon as the camera panned to him again, I found myself staring at his white, red, and black trunks. I've seen them plenty of times. Nothing special. But I couldn't help but stare at his crotch area.
This reminds me of the lust filled days in '04 when we first started dating. I did a lot of lusting over him, because we waited a few weeks before we got intimate. Phil and his morals, ugh. I used to do the exact same thing I'm doing now back when he was in ROH.
Two differences now. One difference being that he didn't have his goodies all out and proud back then. He wrestled in shorts. Another difference is that I just can't sneak into the locker room with him and get in a quickie before his shower. For some reason, I loved him all sweaty. Not quite the smell, though.
Ugh, why am I even thinking about this?
Oh yeah. That kiss. Damn him and his soft halfway nonexistent lips. And damn the camera guys for continually putting the camera in close proximity of those trunks. Once he was finally in the ring and got started with the match, it got worse. Move after move, the camera somehow conveniently ended up in his crotch. What the hell?
I couldn't even focus on the match. All I saw was his trunks. Of course, I couldn't help but to reminisce about what's inside those trunks.
I was just about to close my eyes and get into the fantasy when Kelly snapped me back to reality. "Sky, you must be really into the match, huh?" Kelly asked with a cheery tone in her voice. I faked a smile and nodded.
"I don't blame her, he's great." Lita responded to Kelly. At first, I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen but when I heard her speak, my eyes shot to her. She had that same lust filled look in her eyes as I'm sure I did. But she was practically drooling. Ugh.
At least I can hide my lust for the guy, damn. Well, on the outside I can. She's over here freaking foaming at the mouth. Ugh, this so shouldn't be pissing me off.
"Hey Pinky, lets go get a bottle of water." Shelly suddenly spoke, snapping me back to reality. I rolled my eyes at Amy and got up. She wasn't paying attention, anyway. She was too busy being mesmerized by his goddamn trunks.
Once we were away from the monitor, Shelly burst into laughter. "What?" I questioned. "If only you could see the way you were looking at her. That was epic." She continued to laugh. I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed a water bottle from the cooler for Shelly, and grabbed two pieces of ice for myself.
"Whatever, Shell. She didn't even notice that I was there. She was too caught up in Punky's trunks." I scoffed as I handed her water to her. "You know you were lusting, too. Don't be trying to act all appalled cause someone else noticed his goods." She gave me a nudge on the shoulder.
"I'm not appalled. And I wasn't lusting." I scoffed again. "Yeah right. Punky's got you whipped by that thing. High-larious." Shelly laughed at my frown. "I'm not whipped. I just… fuck you." I grumbled as we headed back to the little crowd of Superstars watching the monitor. Amy was no longer lusting at the tv. She was lustfully waiting for Burke and Punky to come around the corner.
"Ugh, thanks Shell. We missed the end of the match." I gave her a slap on the arm and she rolled her eyes at me. "Whip cream, you're acting as if that was your first Punk match or something." She scoffed. I gave her a deathly glare. "Hey, Sky. You missed a great ending. Your boy's awesome." Amy interrupted my glare with a grin.
Huh, I'm surprised she got her mind out of Punk's trunks long enough to acknowledge the fact that I was back. Or that I had left at all. "Yeah, he is. That's my PJ. Awesome to the fullest." I gave her the fakest smile I could muster. The ice in my hand had started to drip. I forgot I even had that.
"You two seem close." She mused. I frowned. She doesn't know me, and she doesn't know Phil. So how in the hell does she make that assumption? Especially after his ass just brushed me off when she was talking to him earlier.
"Punk told me that you two went to high school together. And that you travel together now." Amy explained herself, noticing my expression.
"Oh he did, did he? Yeah, we're close. Real close. So close to the point where we just want to strangle each other at times." I mumbled that last sentence, but she heard it and chuckled.
"That's how I used to feel when I used to hang with the Hardys. He says that you're one of his best friends." Great, I can tell that this is leading up to something I'm not gonna like. And I couldn't hide my annoyed-ness. My facial expression says it all.
"If you want me to ask him does he think you're cute or some shit like that, forget it." I glared at her. She chuckled. "No, silly. I was gonna ask for your blessings to ask him out." She gave me a hopeful smile. My annoyed face quickly grew into confused nausea.
Shelly, who was not-so-covertly listening to our conversation, cut me a pleading look. 'Be nice.' She mouthed to me. Good thing she was on the other side of Amy, cause I would've hit her. "Why do you need my blessing? I don't own him or anything." I looked down at my dripping hand to avoid eye contact with her. She's really pissing me off.
"I know. But as his best friend, you're his number one girl. So of course I have to check with you, first." I looked up at her and she had a sincere smile on her face.
"Like I said. I don't own him. And I try not to get involved in his love life anymore. But since you insist, you have my blessing." I quickly gave her a fake smile and went back to my scowl.
"Thank you!" She grinned and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to hug me. I was in shock and I went stiff. "Oh, sorry." She cheerily giggled and let me go, once she noticed my stiffness. I glared at her.
"Remember this, Amy. You hurt him, and I'm gonna end up losing my job." My glare went away and I gave her a sincere smile.
This time she gave me a scowl. I know she probably thinks that I can't take her. She had better ask Phil how I roll when they go on their little date. I know she's badass, but so am I.
"Calm down, tiger. I haven't even asked him yet." Her scowl turned into a grin. "Well, you're the one who wanted the best friend procedure. I've been threatening his girlfriends and potential girlfriends since '96." Shelly chuckled at me.
"You remind me of my friend, Lori. She's on Raw. Have you met her?" Amy asked. "Nah. I briefly talked to her this morning via Jeff." Her eyes lit up when I said Jeff's name. "You're friends with Jeff?" She cheerily asked. "Yeah. He's cool as hell." My smile instantly got wider at the thought of Jeff's crazy ass.
"That was some good shit, man." RVD said from behind us. We all instantly turned to see who he was talking to, even though we knew who it was. "Thanks bro." Punky replied as he walked over to get a bottle of water.
I couldn't help it. My eyes were glued to the trunks, yet again. They followed him as he leaned down to grab the bottle of water from the cooler. They followed as he opened the bottle and poured some over his head. When he splashed some on his chest, I was gone.
I remembered that I had two pieces of ice in my hand and quickly made use of it. I started to rub a piece on my chest in small circles. Ugh, then he decides to slowly walk over to where we were sitting, all glistening and shit. Punk ass Punk.
"Wish me luck, Sky." Amy cheerily whispered as she got up to meet him halfway. "Sure." I mumbled to her, not really paying her any mind. As I'm sure she wasn't paying me any either.
"Can you stop sucking him off with your eyes? You already look like you're in a porno the way you're rubbing that ice." Shelly teased.
"Porno's not really my thing, Shell. But if I decide to get into the biz, I know you'll hook me up." I darkly chuckled. "You little bitch. I'm gonna get you for that remark." She chuckled. "I'll be waiting. In the meantime, lets watch new love bloom." I scoffed and Shelly laughed.
Punk's POV
As I made my way toward the girls, Amy met up with me before I could fully get over there. "That was amazing. Pretty badass." Amy smiled. "Thanks." I smiled. I couldn't help but stare at her chest. It's kinda a habit of mine. What can I say? I like tits.
"I got to talk to Sky for a little bit. She's cool as hell." Okay, that took me away from Lita cleavage. "Really?" I tried not to sound shocked, but I couldn't help it. "Yeah. She's something." I looked over to where Sky was with a frown. I was really expecting her to grin at me or something, but no.
She was looking at me with a glassy-eyed stare. She had a small piece of ice in her hand. And she was slowly and very erotically rubbing it in small circles on her upper chest. The water was quickly dripping down, causing her chest to glisten. Dammit. As if I didn't regret that kiss before. I really regret it now.
"Yeah. I asked her how would she feel if I stole you away from her tonight." I quickly looked away from Skylar's lust-filled stare and back at Amy.
"And what'd she say?" I asked her, a little more than confused. "She doesn't mind. So what do ya say? You wanna hang out tonight?" Amy smiled. I smiled back . I've always thought that she was a cool chick. And I highly doubt that I'm gonna fully be ready for the storm that comes with Sky, so why not?
"Lets do it." I answered her. "Sweet." Amy grinned. Her cheeks had turned an adorable shade of pink. "Let me go get clean. I'll be back." I smiled. She smiled back.
As I walked back to the locker room, I realized that I had a lot of thinking to do. I know that I should be happy that I got a date with one of the hottest chicks that ever stepped foot in a WWE ring. I mean, she freaking came halfway across the US just to ask me out.
I'm looking forward to hanging out with her, but I can't help but to go back to thinking about fucking Skylar. I meant the word fuck as an adjective, not a verb. Just to set the record straight. Even though the way she was rubbing that ice put a few thoughts in my head…
Ugh, no. Back to my serious thoughts.
Since she's been back in my life on good terms, I've been having mixed feelings about her. I fucking feel like I'm back in high school again. Wondering if she'd catch me staring at her a little longer than I should. Or hugging her just a little bit tighter than 'just friends' should. Of course, she noticed all of my antics back then.
I almost made the mistake of telling her that I was still in love with her the other day. Thank god I didn't. I'll always love her. But sometimes I just don't feel like I'm in love with her. So what happened in the car today totally fucked me up. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it until Hardy interrupted. Dammit! How could I let Sky, once again, capture me in her trap?
And speaking of Hardy, he's getting all cozy with her anyway. So why bother?
Ugh, but she managed to get into my head. Just wedge her little self right on in there like, 'watcha gonna do now, Punky? I'm back'
"You saw Aimes?" I faintly heard the voice of what sounded like Shannon Moore as I showered. "Yeah, man. I wonder what she's here for. I know her and Matt are cool and all, but it's gotta be pretty damn awkward bein' around her." That feint voice belonged to Shane Helms.
"I know, right. But what's worse is who she's here to see." Shannon continued. I shook my head in disbelief at their gossipy antics, but kept my presence unknown. Well, as unknown as I could with a shower running in an otherwise empty locker room.
"Who did she come to see? Shelly? Or is it that new hot chick with the heart tattoo on her titty? I saw them two talking earlier." Shane suggested. I unintentionally got a little heated at the way he described Sky. She's so much more than that, but I wouldn't expect him to take the time to find that out. Guys like that only see the outside. I mean, hell fucking yes, I look at Sky's fine ass body. But I'd rather sit and have a conversation with her, you know. Get into her head instead of getting my head into her.
"Nah, man. She's here to see Punk. Heard she wants to ask him out, or some shit like that." Shannon said my name with so much disdain, I wanted to laugh. "Whoa. She's tryin' to get with him? I thought she was still with Adam." Shane continued.
"No, man. She was dating that guy in her band, remember? I guess they're through." Shannon chuckled. "Oh, man. Speaking of that lil' fine thing that Amy was talking to. Jeff's been tryin' to get her." Shane enthused. "Word? That fucker doesn't waste no time."
"I know. But guess what he told me about her and Amy's precious Punk?" I could feel the grin on Shane's face as he waited for Shannon to respond. "Naw, man. Don't tell me that Punk's had her, too." He chuckled. "Yeah, man. Had her since high school. And now they're just 'friends' and they travel together." The way Helms said the word 'friends' let me know that Sky and I were gonna be the talk of the locker room for a while.
"Damn, and Jeff doesn't mind?" Shannon gasped. "Nah. He say they're not serious. They're just chilling."
"Bet Amy doesn't know that they used to date." Shannon said. "Pretty sure she don't. But can we get back to how fine his little friend is? I mean, damn."
"Yeah, she's fine. But my fiancée's finer. Nobody's got shit on Crys." I could hear the genuine passion he had for his fiancée when he said that. Maybe Shannon's not that bad a guy. "Yeah, speaking of Crystal. Can you tell me how the hell Punk landed her little sister?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot they dated." Shannon chuckled. "Punk seems to be living up to his moniker. Cause all the fine ass chicks seem to flock to him like magnets. I mean, that fine ass Sky, Maria, Kim, and now Amy. I even heard some of the other girls backstage gushing over how cute he was." Shane scoffed.
Shannon was about to say something when I cut the shower off and walked my wet ass into the front of the locker room. I'm not naturally a mean guy, despite what Skylar says, so I'm not planning any hostile confrontation.
"Sup, guys." I smiled at their guilty and shocked faces. "Sup, Punk. Good match tonight." Shannon managed to say. "You seem a little bitter, Shane. How about I go get you some candy or something. You know, sweeten you up." I grinned at him as I dried my wet hair with a white towel.
"I hope you didn't take that shit to the heart, man. That's just some locker room talk." Shane said, once he was out of his shock. "Comes with the territory, right? New guy. No one knows what he's about. So the rumor mill starts." I chuckled, not bothering to look at either of their confused and guilty faces.
"We just needed somethin' to talk about, man. You just so happened to be that somethin' today. No hard feelings, man." Shannon slightly chuckled.
"Hey, I'm cool. But I don't know whether to be flattered or pissed about my new reputation. On the one hand, being a chick magnet would get me plenty of chicks. But on the other hand, I'd have to worry about all the boys discussing my personal life behind my back. Hmmm."
"Hey, man. People are gonna talk, regardless of what you do. What we were sayin' was nothin' compared to what some will say." Shane chuckled. As if that's supposed to justify their little gossip girl routine. Bullshit. But they're somewhat right. I bet there's plenty here that just thinks of me as the little tattooed indie guy with Pepsi on his arm.
"You do have a point. And I expected all the talk to be about me. But I expected the talk to be about my straight-edge lifestyle. Not my love life. But I guess I'm doing something right, since I'm on people's minds." I chuckled at their dumbfounded expressions.
"I guess so, man. All you gotta do is keep doing you. I seen some of your ROH matches, man. You're good." Shannon smiled. I can tell he's not one for all the petty drama. "Thanks Shannon. Well boys, I'm gonna have to end this little chat. I really got to get dressed. I got a date tonight." I gave them a wink as I continued to dry off.
"Well, have fun. I guess." Shane mumbled as he and Shannon, gym bags in hand, made their way to the locker room door. I love them all ready.