Here's another chapter for you guys, well, gals, lol.
M'Kay a loooot is going on in this chapter. Jug and Shelly still want Batman & Catwoman to get together. Jeff is just being Jeff 3 The usual between Sky & Punk. Then Punk has a change of heart and Sky makes up her mind. Lots of flip flopping between them… yes, this is my terrible attempt at being cryptic. LOL
And no, I'm not gonna go on a rant about 'Mania this year. I'm actually excited for two matches. Punky vs Y2J & D. Bry vs. Sheamus. All the others, I could care less. Including Taker's match. It has nothing to do with him or Shawn, though.
And I once again apologize for being gone. My grandma's been in and out of the hospital for months and she passed away last week. We were really close, so it's been hard. But I'm handling it well.
Enough sadness, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Special thanks to angelshavetheirwickedschemes, Menaji, and Esha! Love you gals! : )
Ch. 13: Headaches
Punk's POV
"So, where you headed, now?" Jug asked me. We're at the airport, now. My little not-so-fun weekend is officially over. "Home." I sighed. Jug chuckled. "Home, dude? Don't you mean Kentucky?" He teased.
Ever since I moved from the Chi, he's been teasing me. I'll move back eventually, but now isn't the time. "You know what I mean, Jughead. So, you and Shelly. What's the deal?" I asked, making his grin get wider.
"So, you and Amy. What's the deal?" He laughed. "I asked you first, idiot." I rolled my eyes at him. "I told you she'd be my ride or die, dude. We're meeting up in DC in two days. So I'll be seeing your boring ass soon. Now what's going on with you and Amy? I saw that liplock." I knew he was gonna bring the conversation back to me.
I sighed. "It was just a kiss, Jug. Nothing more, nothing less. It's kinda like the thing to do when that song's playing. Well, you'd know if you saw the music video." I was referring to the P.O.D song, Alive. "In the video, the boy makes out with his girl in a train tunnel. I was just respecting the song." Jug rolled his eyes at me.
"First off, dude. You don't like P.O.D. Second off, the only reason you know about the make-out scene in the video is because of Catwoman Quinn. And third off, she saw that shit, and she didn't seem enthused about it." He grinned. Ugh, I should've known that this conversation would turn into something about Skylar.
"How in the hell could she have seen me? She was too busy sucking Hardy's lips off." After the show was over, I spotted Sky and Hardy in a major lip war, not even worried about the dozens of people staring at them. "She only did that after she saw you and Amy. And FYI, they're officially a couple now." He frowned.
"Good for them." I lied. But I can't say I didn't see it coming. She warned me.
Whatever. I don't know why I have to keep telling myself that what I'm doing is right. Deep down I know that we're not good for each other. Or at least I think that we're not good for each other. Ugh, mind wars in 5,4,3,2...1.
Sky's POV
"Was Hardy good?" Shelly grinned as we got dressed this Monday morning. I spent the whole Sunday with Jeff in his hotel room. "I should be asking you the same thing, Ms. Mulligan." I winked at her. "We didn't do anything. We just talked. Now answer me. You've got that glow, girl. Can't tell me that nothing happened." She knows me too well.
I sighed. "I guess he was good, even though we didn't go all the way. I mean, it wasn't exactly him that I was with last night." I rolled my eyes at Shelly's confused face. "Do I even want to know what you mean by that?" She asked.
"No. You don't. But you'd have a fit if I didn't tell you." I groaned as I started to tie my yellow Chuck Taylor's. "You're right. Now spill it while Barb's not here." She looked around our hotel room as if it had secret cameras somewhere.
"I was with Jeff, but I totally imagined it was Phil. It got a little too weird for me, so I stopped." I couldn't look her in the face after my confession. I feel bad enough. I shouldn't have told her because I know it's only gonna lead to her criticism.
"Ooh, kinky. Did you end up saying the wrong name?" She laughed. She's lucky I don't have something in my hand. Because it would've definitely been hurling toward her head right now.
"Very funny. And no. I'm not that obsessed." I scoffed. "Yeah, and imagining that your boyfriend is really your ex is just something that everyone in a relationship does. You're totally not obsessed. At all." She sarcastically giggled.
"I'm not. End of. Now can we please talk about something else?" I sweetly begged her. We have a long day ahead, and I'm meeting Jeff in a few. I'd rather not have my day ruined by that damn Punk. He's done enough already.
"Okay, what did you and Luis do the other night?" She grinned at me. I groaned. "We talked about stuff that I'm not repeating because I don't want to get into this conversation again." I was already heading for the door. Jeff's probably sleep right now, but I have to get out of the line of fire. He'll be glad to see me regardless.
"Oh. I get it. He tried to make you see reason, right?" She laughed. "Shut up. I'm gone. See you in a few hours." I waved before I was out of the door.
When I got to Jeff's room, I sighed a sigh of relief. I knocked on his door with a smile.
After a few seconds of nothing, I started to hear the angry shuffling of his feet as he dragged his way to the door. "Man, what?" He snatched the door opened with a sleepy frown.
"Morning, cutie." I couldn't help but laugh as the realization of who I was registered on his face. "Damn, girl. What you doing here so early?" He yawned as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room.
"It's not early, fool. It's almost nine." I stood by the door just so I could take in his appearance. He's shirtless with green boxers and his green, blue and red hair's all over his head. Just a deliciously messy mess. Reminds me of… uh, never mind. "It's early as fuck then." He chuckled.
"You look cute." I smiled at him as I made my way to his messy bed. "I look sleepy." He groaned, taking a seat beside me. "I know how to wake you up." I grinned, leaning over to continue last night's make-out session. "Oh yeah." He mumbled, laying me down gently.
His mouth still tastes like those cherries we ate last night. Yum.
Forty-five minutes later, I convinced Jeff to get his cute ass in the bathroom so he could get dressed. Jeff and I both have an impromptu photoshoot at eleven. Good thing I know my way around LA.
"That's beautiful." Chet, our photographer exclaimed as he snapped away. I'm in this yellow, ruffled bra and panty lingerie set. I'm also gonna be wearing this little number in my match later on tonight.
Photoshoots are a breeze for me. Especially since all I have to do is stare hard into the camera and poke my ass out. It's days like this when I really miss the fashion world. It wasn't all about being half naked and making sex faces in the camera. This is not what I expected when I first got into the business.
I worked my ass off, dodged plenty life threatening injuries, and most of all, I had to prove to many people that I was for real about being in this business. And to end up in the best wrestling company in the world and to have to resort to being in Maxim type photoshoots every two months is kinda fucked up.
But why complain? At least I'm getting exposure. And at least I have TV time. Whether my ass cheeks are out or not, at least I'm wrestling.
Once our photoshoot was over, we headed to the arena. I don't know many people on Raw, but I was friendly with everyone that came up to me. Jeff did all of the introducing and whatnot.
I eased away from him and started to look for my girls. I finally found Shelly and Barbie among all of the ass cheeks and tits huddled in a circle. I snuck up behind her and tapped her on her bare shoulder. She jumped and quickly turned around, making me and the other girls laugh.
"Oh. I see you finally decided to acknowledge us peasants, huh." She teased me. "Whatever, Shelly. You look cute." She has on this little red and black teddy. Those are definitely her signature colors.
"You do, too. I know someone who'd love that outfit on you." She gave me a wink as she looked around the room suspiciously, as if she were looking for someone. "Nice try, Shell. He's on his way to DC. Now shut up." Of course she was talking about Phil. For some reason, he loves when I wear yellow.
"You sure about that?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. Luckily the other girls were lost in their own conversations to even pretend like they were interested in what we were talking about. I didn't have time to begin to panic, because I heard his voice coming from behind me right after Shelly said that.
"I'd totally take the Batmobile over the Delorean." He chuckled. My face drained of all color and my mouth started to get dry. How in the living hell do we always end up in the same place at the same time? Ugh, dammit.
"Oh, this is bullshit. If they need me, come get me from the locker room." I mumbled to Shelly. She shook her head, and watched as I turned around to leave.
Of course he was mere inches from me. And he was talking to Amy. Those two together just makes my skin crawl. I groaned and harshly shoulder bumped him as I made my way to the women's locker room. "Sky, what the hell?" He yelled at me. I ignored him.
If the other folks were wondering about us before, I bet that little scene just sent their curiosity into overdrive. I wonder if Phil told his precious Amy about us. I doubt it. Ugh, whatever. I'm with Jeff now. He makes me happy. Fuck Phil.
Punk's POV
"Shelly, what the hell was that all about?" I confusedly asked an equally confused looking Shelly. "You know what's wrong with her, Inky. Why are you worried about it anyway with your girl right there?" I rolled my eyes at her.
"Why did I even bother? I forgot you hate me too." I guess I'm gonna have to minimize my friendship with her, too. "I don't hate you. I don't like what you're doing. But I don't hate you. I'm gonna go talk to her before she lashes out on one of the agents." She sighed and gave me a soft smile before she left the circle of Divas to head to the women's locker room.
When I turned back around to Amy, I shrugged my shoulders at her concerned face. "Don't ask. She's crazy, and therefore her friends are crazy, too." I sighed. "She's hurting, apparently. Maybe you should talk to her." She suggested sweetly.
"Talk to her. Talk to her? Because that shoulder block wasn't enough. Would you like me to get a black eye, too?" I asked. She started to laugh, but I'm dead serious. Then the realization of my seriousness hit her. "Oh my goodness. She hits you?" Amy gasped, like I'm some kind of battered man, or something.
Now I'm the one laughing. "Calm down. She's not abusive physically. Mentally is another story, cause Sky's a huge mindfuck." Huge mindfuck is kind of an understatement. "And now that I know that she's not a man beater, I still say that you need to talk to her." She smiled. I really like her smile.
"Fine. And I'm letting you know now that I don't normally give in this easily. I'm just too damn exhausted to refuse." I shook my head at Amy's grin. "Don't worry. I'm good at persuasion. So when you're 100%, I'll be ready. Now go talk to her before she really does snap on one of the agents." She laughed.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, before walking to my death… I mean walking to the women's locker room. I softly knocked on the door. Shelly came to the door. She frowned when she saw it was me. "What?" She rolled her eyes at me. "Are you all decent in there?" I can't believe I agreed to this.
"Me and Sky are the only two in here. And she's almost finished getting dressed. Why?" She impatiently tapped her foot as she waited for me to respond. "I… I wanted to talk to her." I mumbled. She scoffed and then laughed. "Good luck with that. I'm out. I refuse to be in the middle of another one of your arguments." She gently pushed me aside as she exited the locker room.
When I walked in, my other head instantly took control of me. This girl was standing in the mirror, tying her little top around her neck. I normally get pissed at the Divas being nothing but eye candy shit, but right now I want to thank whoever decided that Sky should be in this match.
I silently watched as she bent down to pull up her yellow and white socks. Once she was finished, she decided to check her top to make sure her boobs weren't gonna pop out by her movement. She hates wearing invisible tape, for some reason.
She started to check the top by jumping up and down in the mirror. Great. As if I wasn't salivating before. "You know, I doubt if Amy would like the fact that you're foaming at the mouth right now." Sky said, still bouncing and jiggling. Did that damn outfit have to have those ruffles? And did it just have to be yellow? Damn.
"Can we talk, please?" I sighed, still not able to take my eyes off of Sky's ruffled and jiggily chest. "There's nothing to talk about. Why the hell are you here, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be on your way to DC?" She sounds angry, but she kept her voice calm and cool.
"They asked me to work a dark match since I was still in LA. And there is plenty to talk about. Starting with why the hell you shoulder blocked me when I didn't do anything to you." I took a seat on one of those hard ass benches as she continued to taunt me with her beautiful body.
"Oh, really? You broke my heart, for starters. Then you stabbed it. And Saturday night, you decided to spit on it by kissing Amy during Alive." As she said all that, she was still very calm.
"You were doing the same damn thing with Jeff, Sky. And speaking of Jeff, I hear congratulations are in order. You two are official now, right?" She finally stopped bouncing when I said that. Her calm look faded away and she frowned at me in the mirror.
"Right. I decided that I wasn't gonna feel sorry for myself anymore. There's actually someone that cares about me and he doesn't regret it. But you wouldn't understand that feeling, would you?" She rolled her eyes at me and started fiddling with her top again.
"I knew this was a suicide mission. That's why I didn't want to come in here." I mumbled as I started to massage my temples. "Well why in the hell did you to come in here, then?" Her dull green eyes were huge as she glared at me. "Amy wanted me to. And before you get started, we're not dating."
"Okay. Why the fuck does she care? All she wants is your dick anyway. Tell her ass to stay in your pants and out of my business." She finally left the mirror and went to her suitcase.
"She cares because for some idiotic reason, she likes you. And she doesn't want us to end up like her and Matt. And you're the one to talk when you're dating Jeff. AKA the guy that chased Lori around for a whole year just to get into her pants. And when he couldn't get her, he moved on to you." That Hardy boy gets on my damn nerves.
In case you're wondering, I dated Lori's sister. Therefore Lori and I have become good pals. She's told me plenty about Jeff and his drunken and sober actions toward her. So no matter what Sky says, he'll always be a slime ball to me.
"We'll never end up like Matt and Amy. Yeah, she cheated on him. But what you did was much worse. At least Amy fell out of love with Matt. We're both still in love with each other. And you can't tell me that you don't get jealous whenever I mention Jeff's name." She turned and looked me in my eyes.
"That's all true, Sky. But love and jealousy isn't enough." It's my fault for going into this suicide mission. "Fine. Maybe I should go back to the way I was a few months ago. You know, since it's the whole reason why love isn't enough." When she said that, I turned my head to the side, confused as hell.
"Sky, don't do that. You can't guilt me into getting back with you." She frowned at me. "Get fucking real, Phil. If I wanted to guilt you into getting with me, I'd be telling you that I'd kill myself if you didn't take me back. But that's not me. You know that, you idiot." She growled as she stood up to leave.
"You didn't say it directly, but you are implying it." I stood up, too. "So what. You'd get over it if I did. I mean, you basically told me that you're trying to fall out of love with me. What kind of bullshit is that?" She nervously started to laugh.
"Skylar, don't say that shit! This is exactly why it pains me to love your crazy ass! You're up here contemplating death and shit and you actually wonder why I don't want to get back with you? I told you drugs would fuck up your brain cells." I can't help my sarcasm.
"Chill out, red face. I'm not getting back into that shit. And I'm not contemplating killing myself. That statement never came out of my mouth. You're losing it." She gave me a soft smile. "You do know that you've scared the hell out of me, right?" Her smile got bigger as I clenched my chest and sat back down. She's got my head whirling and my heart racing right now.
"Sorry. I'm just having a hard time dealing with this. And it's not helping that I have to see your skinny ass every day. And you know how I deal with your 'dates'." She walked over to me and sat beside me on the bench. It took a while to get her through her hard and mindfucking exterior, but now I'm in deep. And all it took was my paranoid ass to start thinking that she wanted to kill herself. Ugh.
"You act as if hearing and seeing you and Hardy gushing over the new color of his hair doesn't bother me. And just what in the hell was that with Luis at that damn gay bar the other night?" She instantly burst into laughter.
"I told Shelly that name sounded like a gay bar. And what do you mean 'what was that'? We were dancing." She smirked at my frown. "Dryhumping on the dance floor, you mean." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Aha. You're still jealous of Luis. Ha. Serves you right." She poked her tongue at me.
"I'm not jealous of Luis, per say. Just jealous at how close you two were when you were dancing." I conveniently left out the other fact that I was a little pissed because she used to dance like that on me.
"Or maybe you were jealous because I used to dance on you like that." She gave me a knowing look. I rolled my eyes. "Can I just say that you're bipolar as hell, Sky?" I smiled at her. "Why do you say that?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"Five minutes ago, you were talking about using again. And now you're laughing and teasing me again." I frowned at her grinning face.
"I made a split second decision. I was trying to make you want to stay away from me for good. But then I decided that you're too damn good a friend for me to lose." She shrugged her shoulders, nonchalantly. That was one of the sweetest things she's ever said to me. Yet another reason why I shouldn't have came in here.
"Skylar. You're making me feel like an even bigger douche." I groaned. "Kinda hard for you to do that. You're already the biggest douche in the world, duh." She laughed as she playfully poked me in the arm. Ugh, she smells like nothing but cherries. I guess she really did quit the cigarettes cold turkey.
Just when my other head started to take control again, someone knocked on the door. Phew. "That's Shelly. Look, all I'm gonna say is this, Phil. Your biggest issue with me is my bad habits, right?" She asked, scooting closer to me. She took my hand and entwined it with hers. "Right." I sighed.
"Just don't give up on me. When I said I was done with that shit, I was serious. I just said all that shit earlier to get a reaction out of you. I know that you're into Amy and I'm dating Jeff, but if you ever get off of your high horse, let me know, kay?" She leaned in to my face and kissed my cheek.
I sighed, closed my eyes, grabbed her cheeks with both hands and softly kissed her lips. That shocked the hell out of her. She instantly pulled away from me. I smirked. "I'll let you know." I winked at her shocked face as I stood up to leave.
"Can you explain what that was for? Why are you playing with me like that, Phil? That shit's not funny." Her voice started to crack up as I made my way to the door. "I didn't say it was. I'll see ya in DC. We'll talk then." I heard her call me a punk ass bitch right before I left the locker room.
I didn't intend to confuse her crazy ass. That was actually a weak moment of mine. I would've fully given in to her if she would've asked.
Yep. I had actually changed my mind about her. I mean, she's right. She has been clean for a few months, and she even stopped with the cigarettes.
Maybe I should give us another shot. Heaven knows it'll heal my heart and hers, too…
Sky's POV
And he calls me bipolar. That kiss just proved that he's never gonna get off of his high horse. Ever. That sneaky little conniving bastard.
Fuck that bullshit. I'm not even gonna begin to corrupt my mind any further with thoughts about what that kiss meant. Hell no. I've got a match to do, and regardless of the fact that I'm in yellow ruffled lingerie, and I've been subjected to whacking a Diva with a damn pink fluffy pillow, I'm looking forward to it.
And besides, Jeff's my boyfriend now. He's a sweetheart and I need to get Phil out of my system. At least for Jeff. Yeah, that's it. I have to focus on pleasing Jeff and only Jeff.
But that's gonna be hard to do with Phil being behind me every-damn-where I go.
Whatever. As of tonight, I'm tuning all things Phillip Jack Brooks out of my head.
Punk's POV
Tonight's Raw was pretty good. I'm glad I was invited.
Sure plenty of the guys backstage looked at me a little funny but I didn't care. It was all good. The only bad thing about tonight was that awful bump Sky took in her little battle royal pillow fight match, or whatever the hell it was called.
After almost all of the Divas got knocked over the top rope with feathers flying everywhere, it was down to Maria, Torrie, Kelly, and Sky. I have no clue why she's in the same category as those other three.
I don't know what happened exactly. All I saw was feathers, slutty yelling, jumping breasts and exposed ass cheeks. Then Kelly tried to lift Sky over the top rope. It's laughable how bad she is. But I'm not one to judge.
Anyway, she finally got Sky over the top rope and she stayed on the edge. Kelly ran into her and clumsily botched her elbow smash and ended up slamming Sky harshly in the jaw, instantly causing her to limply fall to the ground. Of course, the protective mat helped ease the trauma of the fall, but the thud was still pretty loud. She hit her head pretty hard.
The ref went and checked on Sky's squirming little head and did the emergency sign. Thus letting the crew and trainers that she was legit hurt.
They continued the match, which Torrie won, as Sky assured the ref and the few EMT's that came out to check on her, that she was okay. Once backstage, the trainers checked her out and she was cleared, but she suffered a mild concussion from the fall. They also told her to get some rest, but it wouldn't be Skylar if she didn't defy the health care professionals.
So here I am rushing to UCLA at three in the morning, fucking losing my mind.
I got a call a few minutes ago from Hardy. He said that they went to a club and she fainted. She wouldn't come to, so they called the medics.
I'm beyond confused right now. All I know is that she better be alright by the time I get there. If not, Hardy's gonna be thanking the lord that he's already at a hospital.
A/N: No, she's not dead. Don't worry. Skylar bothers me enough as a living muse. What do you think she'd do as a muse ghost? The torture of her never ending illogical logic O_o