Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter. Special thanks to Esha and anon1 (I giggled the whole time I wrote for Sky's mom. She's annoying, but I love her, lol)
There's a lot of texting in this chapter, so I was confused about how I was gonna separate it, so I came up with this: -blah blah blah- Whenever you see writing with the little hyphen thingies, it's a text. I know you all would've figured that out on the first text, but I'm a strange person and I wouldn't feel right if I didn't give an example or something, lol.
Love ya : )
Ch. 16: Messages
Sky's POV
The little impromptu photo shoot went off without a hitch. Fake smiles, casket ready faces, and the smell of disinfecting spray in the air. Yup. I'd say that things went exceedingly well.
Dr. Clooney, uh, Hamilton, suggested that I stay another day for observations. So here I am, bored out of my mind, with my wonderful mom. We skipped the small talk and got right down to the usual arguing. Today's topic, That Hardy Boy. Well, I'd rather this instead of her trying to change my career choice. The funny thing about it all is that I was texting the topic of our convo as she spoke.
-I'm woke.- I texted. Within ten seconds he texted back. -so happy. Ill be back there later- Reading that made me smile. I didn't get to see him yesterday on account of my annoying mother, Luis, and Diego.
-cool. & thx 4 my Glen doll : )- That little guy has been by my side all day. Yeah, I collect Chucky dolls, so fucking what?
-no prob. Ur boy practically threatened 2 beat myAss if I didnt bring it lol-
Well, I'm glad he thought it was funny. Phil, Luis, Diego, and my mom's blatant dislike for Jeff really irks me. I mean, here I am in a hospital bed, and what is my mom talking to me about? How weird and awkward that little green haired boy is to her. Ugh.
-My bad. he's an idiot. so is Luis.- I texted.
-not idiots. just overprotective. That tyana girl seems nice though.- That made me laugh. Tyanna just approves of Jeff because he's not Phil. For some reason, she hates his arrogant behind.
-Lol, yeah. She'll like anyone I'm with as long as it isn't PJ.- I pressed send on my phone with a soft chuckle. My mom didn't notice. She's too on about Jeff's weirdness. -Here I thought she liked me 4 my cool hair.- That made me chuckle, and this time my mom noticed that I was ignoring her. She frowned at me. I grinned at her.
-No, I like you for your cool hair-. I managed to press the send button before my mom pinched me on the arm. "Can you listen to me, please?" She asked me, squinching her nose in that annoying way she always does when things don't go her way. "Alright. Can you wait two minutes first. Then I'm all yours." I smiled at her as I looked down to read Jeff's latest text.
-& my lips, right?- That kinda made me smile. But it also reminded me of Phil and that kiss in the car and that kiss last week. "Ahem?" My mom snapped me out of my wandering mind.
-right. grr. My mom wants to continue discussing you with me. Txt ya later 3- And with a sigh, I pressed send. Within maybe ten seconds, he texted back. -later beautiful 3-
"Mom, he's nice. And you scare him. That's why he's so quiet with you." I scoffed, finally giving her my undivided attention. "Whatever you say, Sky. He seems a little slow. Regardless of who he's scared of." She scoffed back.
"If you say so, ma. He'll never get your approval because he's not Phil." Sad but true. No one is good enough for me but Phil. In her twisted mind, he's the greatest guy in the whole fucking world.
"That's true. And speaking of Phil…" She began. I groaned loudly to stop this upcoming conversation. "Nice try. But anyway, I was having a conversation with Phil while we were getting coffee downstairs." She continued. "Good for you two." I replied as I tried to ignore her by flipping channels on the tv.
"Yes. And he told me some things that I think you outta hear." She grabbed the remote from my hands, forcing me to glare at her. "Mom, I'm sure if he had something he'd like to say to me, he'd say it to me directly. He doesn't need you to send me messages for him. Chill out." I need to think of a way to get out of this room, like now.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll tell you himself. But since you're stuck here, you're gonna have to hear it from me first." She smiled at me.
"Okay, ma. What'd he say that's so damn prolific that you just have to tell me now?" I stared at her intently. Her smile got bigger as she began to speak. "He says that he loves you. That's what's so prolific." I started to laugh.
"Mom. You're saying this as if its new to me." Spotting my escape room and ready to execute quickly, I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. "You mean to tell me that this isn't new to you and you're still with that little weird boy?"
I groaned as she waited patiently for an answer. "Yes, mom. I like Jeff. Very much." I calmly said to her. My hand was on the knob of the bathroom door. If I was a total spoiled brat, I'd probably just go into the bathroom while she's in mid-sentence, but I'm not. Surprised that I'm not a total bitch, huh? I know.
"You like him so much that you mumbled Phillip's name over fifteen times when you were asleep?" That smirk of hers was back. "Mom, that has nothing to do with anything. I'm gonna go take a shower. Watch tv or something until I get back." As soon as I got into the bathroom, I turned the shower on and let the sound of the running water soothe my mind.
After about twenty minutes, my phone vibrated, letting me know that I had a text. -Are you woke?- The texter was none other that Mr. Prolific himself, Phil.
I silently groaned when I read it. It's such a simple text. But that simplicity comes with a whole shitload of consequences if answered incorrectly. Of course, I could ignore him and not text back, but then I'd feel like a bitch because he went through all of the trouble of getting time off to stay with me. And then there's the actual fact that he did stay with me. Damn him and his sweetness.
But if I do answer, that opens the door for other questions and things of that nature that I'd rather not get into with him. But maybe he's just checking on me.
-yeah.- I texted back. There, I don't feel like a bitch, and I'm showing no emotion with that.
Within seconds, he texted back. -How ya feeling?- Yeah, I was overreacting. He's just checking on me. Nothing crazy or nerve-racking. annoyed. I sent back. Shit. I shouldn't have did that. It leaves the window open for more questions.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, he texted back. -Your mom's still there?- Ironic that he knows exactly who's annoying me. -of course she is. Next time, take your fan club with ya!- I quickly and angrily typed and pressed send.
I sighed and sat down on the cold and disgustingly clean white tile floor. -You know damn well I didn't ask her to be my cheerleader.- He sent back. I could imagine him saying that to me. That thought made me laugh.
-duh, ya dork. But thx to u, I have to hear about how many times I mumbled ur name in my sleep.- Only after I sent the text did I think about what I had written.
Great. He left the door opened and I barged right on in with that reply. -And how in the hell is it my fault?- I rolled my eyes at his text. because you're…you. Ugh. That should've been obvious.
It took him a few minutes to respond to that one. But of course, he did. -Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to transform into Hardy for ya?- Okay, that made me chuckle. His jealousy of Jeff is real cute.
-no. I'd much rather the real one.- I sent back. And it's true. I can't wait until I see Jeff again.
-Whatever, Sky.- That made me laugh.
-Awww. Did I hurt ur feelings Punkin?- I know that's gonna piss him off, but I don't care. I'm sitting on the floor of the hospital bathroom, and I'm holed up in here because my goddamn mother is obsessed with my love life.
-Not really. I'm tough skinned.- Always cocky, that Phillip. -nah. You just know it's true.- I grinned at that. He can say all he wants that it didn't bother him, but I know it did.
-If you really did prefer that dude, then why was my name the first out of your mouth when you woke up?-
Okay, I wasn't prepared for that response. But like I said, he opened the door and I blindly walked inside. -because you just so happened to be in my dream at that time. That's all.- I replied.
-Uh huh. Mind telling me what I was doing in your dream?- He asked. I should've known that one was coming.
As soon as I read it, I instantly went back to my dream wedding. The soft fabric of my dress, the smile on my face, that big ass yellow diamond on my finger… ugh, never mind.
-not really. Does that even matter?- I asked. Of course that's just opening a window for his inquiries to enter. -Yes! It does matter. You don't have to tell me, though. I already know : )- That smiley face made me cringe.
-no it doesn't. and no you don't.- I replied, as I continued to blatantly forget common grammar skills in my sentences. Phil's a major grammar thug.
-Oh really, Mrs. Brooks?- After reading that, I almost dropped my phone on the floor. I caught it, picked my jaw up from the floor, and quickly texted him back.
-WTF?- No words.
-I bet your dream me loved you in your wedding dress.- Ugh. I can feel the smirk that I know is on his face. -I hate you. How do u even know what I dreamed about?- Now I'm wondering if those damn doctors monitored my dreams too. Yes, I know I sound like a loon, and no I don't care.
-LOL. You still don't believe me when I say that you talk in your sleep?- I know he has to be enjoying this. But I'm cutting it short.
-fine. I dreamed that I was marrying you. So what? Just a dream.- I sent back. Really, that's all it was. He doesn't know about the truce I made with my mind. And he doesn't need to know.
-Facepalm x 20.- He sent back.
-whatever.- I replied. After about twenty minutes of no replies, I figured that we were done talking. I slowly stood up and stretched my legs. I've been sitting here for about an hour and a half, and my legs hurt like hell.
As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, my phone vibrated again. I braced myself as I opened the message.
-I was worried that you were never gonna fully recover. That scared me. I changed my mind about us.-
See? I knew he was gonna start this shit up. That's why I didn't even want to answer his text. I just knew our pleasant little conversation was gonna turn into some bullshit. Ugh, sometimes, his pride really irks me. And right now is one of those times.
I refuse to have him stab my heart again. I'm nipping this one in the bud. -And while I was out, I changed my mind about us, too.- I sent back. It only took about a minute or two for him to respond. -What do you mean?- It read.
What does he mean, what does it mean? This is a conversation that I'd rather have in person, but that'd lead to either one of two things. We argue, and my heart breaks more. Or I'll end up breaking things off with Jeff and crawling back to St. Punky Punk, thus soothing his pride and ego. I don't want either. So a long text will have to do.
-You tell me u don't wanna love me, then u kiss me, and now that I'm in the hospital, u wanna love me again?- Writing that out only took me about six seconds. Master texter, I am.
Within fifteen seconds, my phone vibrated. I sighed and opened the text. -I never stopped loving you & the thought of losing you made me realize I was stupid. I love you, Sky.-
Ugh, motherfucking dammit. Why in the world did he do that? Why?
Reading that made me slide down the wall and harshly fall to the floor of this stupid bathroom. Think Sky. Think of a plausible reply that'll get my point across and won't sound bitchy and heartless. Ummm. Here goes nothing.
-I love you, too. But whats gonna happen when I'm outta the hosp.? are you gonna go back 2 not wanting 2 love me again?- There. It's super text talk, but he should get the gist of it. Although he hates when I use bad grammar.
After a deep breath or two, the phone vibrated again. Ugh. I can feel the pain in my chest starting up.
-Hell no, Sky.- It read. I sighed. Okay. Niceness isn't working. Time to be the bitch. -Obviously, you don't understand the extent of the heartache you caused me with that.- After I sent that, I texted Shelly about this random conversation.
Instead of Shelly texting back, Punky did. -I'm sorry for that, Sky. Really I am.- It said. I'm starting to get a headache.
-I know. But I can't trust you with my heart right now. You've already stabbed it. AND… I have a bf.- Yep. Truthful and straight to the point.
-Now I guess I know how you feel.- That tugged my heartstrings. But it also ticked me off.
-Nah. You'll never feel how I feel. I'll never regret falling in love with you. Never.- There. Also truthful and straight to the point.
-Well, I guess you've shut my ass down. I'll just say that I feel like shit then.- Great. Now I feel like shit, too.
-Can we just change the subject? Where are you, now?- Yeah, Sky. Real smooth.
-With Shelly on our way to you. We went to Starbucks.- So that's why she didn't respond to me. He's probably giving her an earful about my stubborn ass. And he probably has a few choice words for one Jeff Hardy, too.
-Awww, man. You should've told me. I've been craving a frappé for weeks.- Yeah, I know. I'm totally wrong for suggesting that he should've somehow read my mind and knew that I wanted something from there. But this is my way of cutting the tension between us. Things have been better for me since we rekindled our friendship. Hopefully after some time apart, we can get back to being just friends.
-I gotcha, Danny. Caramel, right?- And there goes my dreams of being just friends. We can never be just friends. I love him too damn much. -Thank you, PJ. You're a sweetheart.-
-Ha ha, not really. But I'll take it. & FYI, I'm off officially off of my high horse ;)- Ugh, that's adorable. Why does he have to be adorable?
-Well, take that motherfucker out back and kill him.- Why didn't he say all of this when we were in that locker room? And he calls me the mindfuck. Yeah, right.
-LOL. Consider it done. We're here. See ya in a few.- Great. Now my heart is at my feet. Why the hell am I so nervous to see him? It's just Phil. And Shelly's gonna be here, too. Most of the time, she keeps us in check, so hopefully today's one of those days.
Punk's POV
"Are you sure you two need to be in the same room together?" That's Shelly. We're on our way to Skylar's room. "I just have to make sure she's fully healed. The ball's back in her court now." I sighed as we rounded the corner to her room.
"Yeah, and how long is the ball gonna stay there? Cause you change girls like Sky changes socks." She chuckled. "Just walk, Shell." I rolled my eyes as I knocked on her door. She opened it with a frown. I gave her a soft smile as I held out her caramel frappé. She snatched it from me with urgency. "Well, you look like hell." Shelly chuckled from behind me as we walked into the room.
"I'm in hell right now. So I'll take that as a compliment." She replied as she sat down on the bed. "Well, the devil herself seems to be gone at the moment, so how's things?" Shelly grinned as she took a seat beside her. "Mother's pissed because she didn't like my blowjob pointers."
The stuff Sky says to and about her mom normally doesn't phase me, but that statement made my face turn red. "Do I even wanna know why you were giving her blowjob pointers?" Shelly chuckled.
"Oh, she was going on and on about that one over there." She pointed over to me as she gulped her frappé. "So I told her about how I used to make him happy, you know, so she could try it with Mario. But she got all offended. Worked like a charm." She winked at Shelly.
"Hello, 'that one over here', still in the room, ya know." I said to them both. "Oh yeah. Hey. Thanks for this." She smiled at me. "Don't be all embarrassed, Phil. She's told me plenty about how she makes you happy." Shelly winked at me. "I'm sure she did." I frowned.
"So, when are you leaving this hellhole?" Shelly asked her. "Tomorrow morning. Got a call from the office earlier. Two full weeks off." She scoffed. "Hey, at least you get a storyline out of this." Shelly smiled. "Yeah, but it's with Barb. She sucks." Sky scoffed.
They talked for a while about random girly things, obviously forgetting that I was in the room. They only realized I was still there when my phone let me know that I had a text.
"Oh, Punky. Why have you been standing there this whole time? Come sit. There's plenty of room for you." Sky smiled sweetly at me as she patted a spot on the bed beside her.
I hate that shit. I hate it cause I love it. Her smile, as dull as it is right now, still lights up this whole room. I ignored the screaming in my head and took a seat beside her. "Okay, so tell me. How big of a whore am I backstage now?" Sky said to the both of us. I sighed.
From the few guys that I've talked to, Sky's become one of the most desirable Divas. Even above Kelly Kelly, who plenty of the guys are fiending for. "You're not a whore. And anyone that had anything not so pleasant about you, Barb, Amy, and I shut them up." Shelly said as she wrapped her arm around Sky's shoulder protectively.
"Who?" Sky asked calmly. Now's the time for me to bounce. Because the calm always comes before the storm. And I know that Sky's gonna go off about one thing. And it's not the fact that some folks backstage have been 'not so pleasant' when talking about her. Oh no, Sky's gonna go off because Amy's name was mentioned. And she calls me jealous, ha.
As I started to get up, Sky turned her attention away from Shelly and stared into my eyes. "Sky, she's nice. And she likes you." Shelly said, trying to get Sky's menacing glare away from me. Didn't work, so I just eased back down on the bed.
"Well, I'm not nice. And I don't like her. Tell your friend I don't need her defending me, okay." She said to me. I rolled my eyes at her. "At least she's honest about it." I mumbled. "Damn right." She grouched. "You could cut the tension with a knife." Shelly said loudly.
"That's true, but I didn't create the tension." Sky retorted. Great. Now I have to retaliate. "Are you saying that I created the tension between us?" I asked her. She shook her head dramatically.
"Of course you did. You're the one who pinned me on that bed and spilled your heart out. That started all of this shit. We were fine right before then. It was like old times." She said to me, still calm.
"No, actually the tension started a few weeks before that. With the shit that you say and the clothes that you wear, how in the hell do you expect me to pretend that you're just a friend?" I asked, also calm.
"So I'm supposed to change my personality and style to be your friend?" There it is. That little edgy tone in her voice when she's pissed has made its appearance. And I love it.
"No. You're right. I started this. I started all of it. You don't even know that half of the shit you do makes me love you even more." And that's not me talking game, either. That shit's real. Almost everything this girl does makes me fall for her a little more. And she's not even trying to make me fall for her. She's just being herself.
"Ugh, why did you have to say that?" She threw her hands up in frustration. "Because it's the fucking truth, Sky." I stared into her green eyes.
"You can't do this, Phil. You can't. You will not stab me again." Well, that confused me. She said that in one of her texts earlier. "What?" I asked, looking at both Sky and Shelly. Shelly just gave me a sympathetic look.
"That day you told me that you didn't want to be in love with me. That's the day you plunged a sword through my heart. And now it hurts to be near you, away from you, hear anything about you. It even hurts to see someone drinking Pepsi!" She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
"I'm sorry for that, Sky." I didn't even say the words 'I don't want to be in love with you' aloud. She just kinda figured it out. So I can't even say that I wish I could take it back. But it's true. I didn't want to love her anymore. But that was downright idiotic of me. This girl's name is tattooed on my heart. And that means that she's there forever.
"I know you are. But it doesn't change anything. Maybe if you would've said some of the things then that you're saying now, things would be different. I have a boyfriend now." I scoffed when she said that. "Really Sky? I finally accept the fact that you're serious about staying clean. I finally come to my senses, and you choose him over me?" That shocked me. And it hurt.
"I gave you the opportunity to say something about me dating him. You said that you were cool with it." She glared at me.
"You're right. I did. It was a lie, Sky. I was lying. And then when I found out that you actually were dating him, it fucked me up. I thought you were bluffing with him to make me jealous." As I said that, I had to chuckle. Hearing it aloud makes it all the more ridiculous.
"I don't play games when it comes to my heart." She sighed. "So that's it then? You're with Jeff and we're done?" I can't help but feel the urge to punch the wall right now. "I'm not saying that. We'll never be done. But as of right now, we're gonna have to be just friends. If we're meant to be together, we will be." I didn't like that answer. I didn't like it at all.
"Maybe you two should just focus on being BFFs again." Shelly suggested. I rolled my eyes and Sky scoffed.
"Who the hell am I kidding? Phil, we've tried this friend thing. All it does is makes both of us want each other more. Maybe we should just take a break from each other." I can't believe she suggested that. Obviously Shelly couldn't believe it either.
"Weren't you two trying to do that just last week? And look where we are now." She squealed, looking around the hospital room for emphasis. "No, we were trying to avoid each other. Big difference. I'm not saying that we shouldn't talk to each other anymore. I'm just saying that we don't need to hang like we used to." Sky tried to explain.
"So what am I supposed to do? Make a schedule of days for which one of you I should chill with and what times I can chill with you?" Shelly exclaimed. "No. We can still hang together. Just with a little restriction. That's all."
"What the hell does that even mean?" I asked, getting up from the bed. "It means that we have to learn to back off when things get weird. I need you as a friend, Phil. And I'm almost positive that you need me, too. So lets just leave it at that. You do your thing and I'll do mine." She gave me a soft smile.
"And if there's an opportunity for an 'us' again…" I began. "We'll figure it out when and if we get there." She answered. "Fine then." I reluctantly agreed. Once she makes up her mind about something, it's done. There would be no use in trying to talk her out of it.
After a few silent seconds, my frown grew into a conniving smirk. Sky narrowed her eyes at me. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she shook her head and sighed. She knows that I don't give up that easily...