Hiya PEEPS!
I hope you're all doing well.
Alright, I confused myself as I wrote this chapter, lol. But I think it's partly cause I need sleep.
I'm gonna try to explain the chap for ya, though. Ummm. There's a club. And Shelly, Barbie, Andrew, Punky, Amy, Skylar, and That Hardy Boy are all in the same booth thing. Cussing ensues. Oh and there's a flashback. It's not a long one, but I liked it, lol. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it : )
Special thanks to Esha, anon1 (I'm a weirdo, so that was the first thing to pop into my mind when I needed something for Sky to say to get her mom to leave, ha ha), and The Galick Gunner (Yay! I'm overjoyed that you enjoy the weirdness of Sky, lol)
The weirdos that run rampant in my mind love you all back : ) Enjoy!
PS: I got the title of this chapter from Amy Winehouse's song of the same title. I freaking LOVED Amy. I hope she's at peace now.
Ch. 17: He Can Only Hold Her
Punk's POV
Two Months Later…
Remember how Sky wanted us to coexist two months ago? Yeah, that's how it's been. Sky and I are now awkward friends, trying not to cross that barrier that leads into even more awkwardness between us.
I got her out of my head enough to go ahead and date Amy. She's sweet. But things didn't work out quite right with that situation, so we just decided to be friends. It's been waaaaaaay easier being friends with Amy than it has been with Sky.
See, she's still with that Hardy boy. And no. I still don't like him, and I don't think I ever will. The thing that bothers me is that he has to go with her everywhere the gang goes. I mean sure, Amy goes with us too, but at least I don't rub her in their faces like Jeff does to me.
What Hardy doesn't get is that I'm a born fighter. I've fought all my life. And I'm not gonna stop now. I told Sky that I was gonna fight for her, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. She can have her little fun with Hardy for now. But every time we see each other backstage or when the gang gets together, she always stares into my eyes a little longer than she should. Or she'd smile at me a little longer than usual.
Her heart's still mine.
Sky's POV
"So, do I have to go with ya'll? I could I be at the hotel, doing something better." I grouched as Shelly dragged me out of the arena to her rental car. "Yes. You have to. Because if you don't, I'm gonna tie you up and put you in the trunk. Either way, you're going with us."
She's trying to get me to go out to a bar tonight. Now, just because I'm doing the sober thing, it doesn't mean that I don't like to party. Cause I do. My reasons for not wanting to go is simple. Three words. Can you guess them? Phillip and Amy.
"Okay, put me in the trunk. But I'll stay there while you party." I grouched as I took a seat in the back. "Come on, kid. Perk up. Isn't your boyfriend headed here?" She asked as we waited for Barbie. "Yes. But every time us four are in the vicinity of each other, shit seems to get very weird." I sighed.
"True, but I have a simple solution to that weirdness." She grinned at me. "If it involves me breaking up with Jeff and running back to the one that shall remain nameless, shut up right now." I rolled my eyes at her. "Now I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told him. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, missy." I didn't respond because Barbie was getting in the backseat.
"Andrew's here, guys. I'm gonna chill with him tonight." She chipperly said to us. "Ugh, I swear you two break up just to make up." Shelly groaned as she pulled out of the parking lot. Those two broke up last week, and this morning, Barb was talking about wedding bells. Ugh. "Well… makeup sex is great." Barbie chuckled as Shelly groaned.
"Ah, a topic that I don't mind talking about. See, Barb, Shelly's in a new relationship where things are still lollipops and gummi bears. Me, on the other hand, I can relate. Makeup sex is awesome. But angry sex is better." Yeah, angry sex beats makeup sex.
"Seeing as though you're naturally an angry person, sex with you should always be angry sex." Shelly laughed. "Angry or not, no one ever complained. In fact, I get compliments." I snapped back, making Barbie laugh. "I hear you, girl. And since when have you gotten all prudish, Shell?" Barbie asked. "I got this one. She's trying to be all innocent and pure for Jughead. I told her that if she lets out her freak side, he'll be hooked to her like glue." I grinned.
"If you ask me, he's already hooked." Barbie teased back. "He is. But she's been holding out on him, for some reason." I scoffed. "Do I need to remind you of what happened to you when you jumped into the sack too soon, Ms. 'I See Tattooed People'?" Shelly's a cold one when she wants to be. But that's part of why I love her.
"Okay, you got me with that one. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to go into screw mode just a day after we became official. But after I got over the weirdness-" I began. "And gave in to the madness." Shelly interjected.
"Whatever, Shell. Anyway. After I got over the weirdness, Jeffrey Nero and I have been good. Reeeeal good." I smirked at Shelly through the mirror. "I bet you are doing reeal good since you're imagining your ex is your current as you ride him." Shelly taunted. Barbie gasped. "Whoa, you still do that?" She asked me. I forgot that we discussed this with Barbie the second time it happened to me. I'm such a spaz.
My face is now crimson. "Uh, sometimes. Not all the time. Shelly shut up before I start spilling your shit." I snapped at her. "Ooh, Sky. One of these days you're gonna end up calling Jeff Punky and shit's really gonna hit the fan." Barbie laughed.
"I'm surprised she hasn't already. Sky's a major talker in the sack, Barb." Shelly teased. "Shut up, Shell." My cheeks were so red, they started burning. "OMG, I can only imagine with her mouth." Barbie laughed. "Fuck you both." I growled, making them both laugh more.
"Awww, sweetie. We were just playing with you." Shelly grinned through the mirror. But it was too late. I stayed quiet the rest of the ride to the bar. Because my thoughts have gone to hell.
So, the first few times Jeff and I tried to, uh, make the bed rock, I ended up cutting things short. I just couldn't get Phil out of my goddamn head. I gave in a few times, just long enough to see what Jeff was working with. A lot, by the way…
Anyway, on one of our usual after show outings, the whole crew came out. Shelly, Barbie, Phil, me, Jeff, and an uninvited Amy. Well, she really was invited, just not by me. We were having a great time. Talking, dancing, being silly. The usual. But then I saw him in a liplock with her on the dance floor.
I can't even lie, it pissed me off. And it triggered this reaction out of me. I ended up going into uber PDA mode with Jeff. Phil noticed, of course, but it didn't seem to phase him. And that pissed me off even more. I ended up yanking the car keys from Shelly and Jeff and I headed to me and Shelly's room.
This time, Jeff stayed himself. Well, he stayed himself long enough for us to get to that point of no return. Then the torturous Phil in my mind took over. Since we were already deep into it, I couldn't stop it. Was it wrong? Yes. Did I care? Not at that particular moment.
That was the first time, and it certainly wasn't the last. Ugh, I feel like I've been using Jeff to get Phil out of my head. And it makes me feel like shit. I know deep down that I care for Jeff. Or else I wouldn't have given him a chance in the first place.
But I can't help but think that part of my attraction to Jeff is because in quite a few ways, he reminds me of him. I'm such a bitch.
"So, you're not gonna get out?" That's Shelly. I didn't even notice that we were at the club. "Uh, yeah. Is Jeff here yet?" I asked as I looked around the empty parking lot. "Amy just met Phil at the door, so I'm guessing that he's here." Shelly rolled her eyes at me.
Knowing that he's here just washed away all of my guilt anxiety. I perked up and quickly got out of the car. "Now she's in a hurry?" Barbie laughed as I passed her and Shelly. "Yeah, her replacement Phil's in there." Shelly teased.
I ignored her. Let her think whatever she wants to think.
Punk's POV
"Hey everybody." I spoke to my crew as we got situated in a little booth. "I'm getting drinks tonight, kids. The usual for everyone, right?" Amy asked as she got up from her spot beside me. Everyone agreed, but Sky.
"I'm gonna go with a Pepsi this time." She narrowed her eyes at me as she spoke. "Gotcha. Be back in a bit." Amy replied, completely oblivious to the weird glare Sky has on me.
"So Hardy, how was Cincinnati?" Shelly said, noticing Sky's stare. "Oh, man. I don't even remember. I was just tryin' to finish up so I could make it to Charleston to be with my baby." As he said that, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder protectively.
I stifled a laugh. If he thinks that that's supposed to scare me or something, he's more twisted than I thought. "Philly. How was your day?" Shelly asked me, changing the focus from Hardy's shit eating grin to my smug smirk.
"Nothing much. I drove, I wrestled, I was gonna read a book, but Amy made me come here." when I said that, Sky rolled her eyes. Man, I'm not even dating the girl and she still doesn't like her. Only Sky.
"All you do is read, nerd-sicle. You need a break from books." That was Amy. She was back with the drinks. "There's nothing wrong with reading books, Aimes." I chuckled before I took a sip of my diet Pepsi on ice. "I didn't say there was something wrong with it. I just think that you should get out more." She smiled at me.
"I've been tellin' Cherrypop the same damn thing. Every time I talk to her, she's readin' a book." Jeff scoffed, as if reading is a bad thing. "I agree, Jeff. Where's my wild child?" Shelly chimed in, to Sky's dismay.
"I decided that I wanna be good. At least for now. I'm still trying to shake off that hospital stay a few months ago, remember. I've gotta be on my best behavior." Sky explained. Now, that is believable, but I doubt if that's really the reason why she's been so down. I know this distance and un-awkwardness stuff has really been bothering her.
"Hey, Sky? Have you made any progress on your tattoo sketch?" Amy asked Sky. Yeah, they actually can have a civilized conversation with each other. They tend to mostly talk about music and tattoos, though. But hey, it's better than nothing, right?
"Yeah. A little. I would've brought it, but somebody threatened to put me in the trunk if I didn't get in the car." She rolled her eyes at Shelly. "The trunk? Really. Wish I would've thought of that." I mumbled, making Shelly laugh.
"With the way I act when I wake up in the mornings, I wouldn't have blamed you for it. But Shelly just wanted to get me to come here. Totally not important enough to be stuffed in a trunk." She poked Shelly in the arm.
"Ah, shut up. It got you here, didn't it?" Shelly teased. "Whatever, Mulligan." Sky teased back. "I kinda like the sound of that, Shelly Martinez-Mulligan. Cute, huh?" Shelly giggled. Both me and Sky ended up rolling our eyes.
Things remained awkwardly casual for about thirty minutes. That's when Jeff started his shit. He and Shelly were the only two with alcoholic beverages, but it seems like he chugged them down like it was water.
He began testing my patience when he started to whisper into her ear, while eying me. Instead of staring back at him, I focused my gaze on Skylar. Sky tried to lose my stare, but she couldn't. She ended up with her eyes glued to mine.
Jeff continued his whispers, but Sky was completely ignoring him. She was too busy staring into my eyes. The longer she stared, the faster she stirred the ice in her Pepsi. I raised my eyebrow at her, and she raised hers back. That made me laugh, which got Jeff's attention.
"Hey, Cherrypop. Lets go dance. I feel like movin'." He said to her as he stumbled out of the booth. She rolled her eyes and followed him out to the dance floor. Once they were out of earshot, I burst into laughter. That startled Shelly and Amy. I didn't care, I'm used to the crazy stares now.
"So, what was that all about?" Shelly asked me as she continued to eye me like I was crazy. "Don't ask me. Ask your friend and her boyfriend." I grinned at her. "Jeff's trying to make you jealous, you know." Amy informed me with a grin. "Oh, I know. Doesn't seem to have the desired effect, though, does it?" I grinned back.
"You three and this stupid ass love triangle." Shelly mumbled. "You live for this kind of drama, Shell." I teased her. "Aww, you know me so well, Inky." She rolled her eyes at me as she looked over at the dance floor where Hardy and Sky were.
I didn't have anything better to do, so I looked over, too. They were rocking to some slow song. Sky's head was rested on his shoulder, but her eyes were once again on me. The song was Nirvana's Something in the Way. Damn did that bring back memories.
I was never a big Nirvana fan, but Sky loves them. I had to endure all of their stuff back when we were in school. I didn't mind though. But this particular song reminds me of the second time we started dating.
I'll never forget that day. It was raining. We had just finished our show in OVW, showered and whatnot, and we were headed to her apartment.
Flashback Punk's POV
"You know what, Sky?" I said as I walked her up to her apartment. "What, dorkface?" She replied as she opened her door. "You're not half bad." I teased her. "I don't know what you're talking about, kid. I'm excellent." She laughed.
"Nah. You're alright. I mean, you're no CM Punk." I grinned as I took a seat on her bright yellow couch. "No, I'm not CM Punk. I'm actually cute." She replied as she stood in the middle of the room, stripping off her jeans right in front of me.
"Hello, dude in the room." I exclaimed as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. "You act as if you've never seen it before." She replied as she revealed a blue button-down under the t-shirt. "But it's different now." I sighed. She looked at me with a smirk. "Yeah, it is. But it sure isn't stopping you from staring at me, is it?" Those eyes of mine sure enough followed her as she sauntered her way in front of me.
"No, I guess not." I mumbled as I continued to watch her little striptease. As she slowly began to unbutton her shirt, the other head started to take control. I wasn't gone enough to realize that she wore a button-down shirt just for this purpose, though. That little tease.
"If you're gonna give me a striptease, at least turn on some music, Sky." I teased with a smirk. She was on the second to last button when I spoke and she stopped. "So, are you asking for one?" She mimicked my smirk with one of her own.
That was a very loaded question. And she did it on purpose. I know she did. But I don't mind. Things ended kinda weird the first time we tried the dating thing. Jumped into shit before really getting reacquainted. But even though Maria was a sweetheart, I couldn't get Sky out of my mind.
Long story short, Maria and I didn't work out. And I really want to try things out with Sky again. "If you're giving, I'm definitely taking." I answered her. She cocked her head to the side and gave me a confused look.
"So, what about Mary?" She teased me. "Skyyyyy." I moaned, making her laugh. "What? You flaunted her scrawny ass in my face for months. You deserve a little suffering." She huffed. Sometimes, her jealousy is hot. And right now is one of those times.
"Well, can you cut on some music and flaunt your ass in my face?" I grinned at her. "Straight to the point, I like it." She winked at me right before she plugged her iPod into its speaker. "Uh huh. Press play and get over here." She likes it when I boss her around. My girl's a kinky one.
"Ooh, you're a sweet talker, aren't you?" She smirked as she slowly made her way back to me as Warrant's She's My Cherry Pie blasted through the speaker. I rolled my eyes at her song selection, but it doesn't matter. Root canal time at the dental office of Orin Scrivello, DDS would sound good if Sky was dancing to it. That was a Little Shop of Horrors reference, by the way. Don't ask.
"You look hot in yellow." I complimented her as she resumed undoing her last two buttons on her shirt. "I do, don't I." She smiled at me as her shirt gracefully fell to the floor. Yup. The shirt fell gracefully. How? I don't know. She's standing here in front of me with bright yellow undergarments on. I have every right to make no sense.
"Assume the position, Punkin." She said as she tapped my inner thigh a few times. "Hell yeah." I grinned as I got into lap dance receiving position. Once she took her hair out of the ponytail, I was gone.
As she started to work the magic of her hips, I swear I started to drool.
The head upstairs had lost all control when she straddled me. She grabbed my cheek with both of her hands and pulled my face into hers. "I missed you, Phil." She whispered. Her warm breath tickled my lips. "Missed you, too Sky." I whispered back.
When Cherry Pie went off, Nirvana's Something in the Way started. That made her smile. "I like this song." She chuckled. "And I like you." As I spoke the last word, I put my lips to hers. And from there, it was on.
Punk's POV
Yeah. We got back together with a classy ass lap dance. Badass. That was an awesome day. And night.
And by the look on her face, I can tell she's reminiscing, too. "So, we're just gonna pretend that you two aren't eye humping each other from across the room?" Shelly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts, and Sky from her staring.
"Really, Phil. You got me feeling like I should be covering my eyes or something." Amy chimed in, making Shelly laugh. "She was looking at me. Not the other way around." I said to them, a little embarrassed.
"Awww, don't worry about it. I won't tease you about this. Cause this time it's not your fault." Shelly chuckled. "Why doesn't she just end things with Jeff? It's beyond obvious who she really wants." Amy sighed as she watched the two on the dance floor. "Because for some reason I can't seem to figure out, she does have feelings for him." I sighed.
"Oh, I'm not doubting that in the least bit. But come on, dude." Amy shook her head as she continued to watch. "I know. I know. But I'm trying to do what she asked me to. Kinda hard to do with her manic staring, but whatever." I snuck a look over at the couple and was a little relieved that Sky was no longer eying me. Well, it could have something to do with the song being over.
Sky's POV
"You alright? You been quiet the whole time we been dancin'." Jeff slowly asked as we awkwardly moved to the beat of some random disco song. "I'm cool. Just a little tired." I lied. Well, kinda, cause I am dead tired.
"Well, you go back to the booth and chill. I'mma meet you over there when I come from the bathroom." He smiled. "Cool." I sighed as I turned my attention back towards my crew. Barbie and Andrew had made their way over.
They were all smiling and laughing. They looked genuinely happy to be around each other. But I know that when I walk over there, the vibe is gonna totally change. Ugh. I really wish that I wouldn't have suggested the whole 'friends with restrictions' deal.
When I got over there, sure enough, the funny moment was over. "Had fun dancing?" Barbie asked with a smirk. I narrowed my eyes at her as I sat down beside Andrew. "Yes." I quickly responded, feeling weirded out by all the curious eyes on me.
"The real question is who were you really dancing with?" Shelly mumbled, rolling her eyes at me. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I growled at her. "Chill out, Sky. Why are you getting on the defensive? Did something I say hit a nerve?" She smirked.
I knew this shit was gonna start. I mean, yeah. I had a weak moment with Phil. That song brought back memories. So what? But does she have to rub it in my face? And does she have to do it when he's right across from me?
"No. Why would you say that?" I said through clenched teeth. If it were possible, I would have steam coming out of my ears right now. "Oh I don't know. Maybe because I'm not blind. And neither is anyone else in this booth." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Oh no drunkie, don't put me in your bullshit." Phil shook his head at her.
"Me neither. We're just innocent bystanders." Amy chimed in. "Uh, for the record, Barb and I just got over here, so we don't know anything either." Andrew chuckled. Shelly's statement had me seeing red, so I barely heard them. But I'm working on my anger issues. And I'm still trying to be good. So I decided against the usual yelling retaliation.
"Good to know. So when I do explode, I know exactly who to explode on." I rolled my eyes as my legs started to shake. "Are you referring to me?" Shelly smirked at me. I don't know why she's testing me. I really don't.
"Yes. I am. But I'm trying to be good." I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. It didn't help. And all those eyes on me sure didn't make things any better. "You know, Sky. Holding stuff in is not healthy." Shelly responded.
And at that moment, I realized what her drunk ass was trying to do. That little manipulator was trying to get me to open up. Just spill my heart out on the table. She should know that I'm not that easy.
"You know, I could call you a bitch, real hard. But that wouldn't solve anything. So here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna wait for Jeff to come out of the bathroom, get your drunk ass in the car, and take you to the hotel." I forced my face to smile, but it ended up looking like a snarl, or something.
"So, Phil. We really are pretending that she wasn't staring at you the whole time she was dancing with Jeff?" She asked. Phil sighed. "Shelly, please. Do not put me into your little girl fight. I'm trying to keep the awkward meter down to a five tonight, okay." He said.
"Well, since you're trying to keep shit down, you take her to her hotel then." I smirked at him. That made him frown at me. "And why can't you? You rode with her." He glared at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I have a boyfriend that traveled a long way to see me tonight." I said as I spotted Jeff on his way back to our booth. Good, cause I'm beyond ready to go.
"And the awkward meter jumps up another six notches." He groaned as Jeff casually slid into the booth and wrapped his arm around me. "So, what'd I miss, ya'll?" He asked, as he shakily looked around at everyone's either flustered or irritated expressions.
"A lot. Hey, babe. Lets head out. I need a bed and I need you in it." I said to Jeff as I slowly eased up. Yeah, that was a low blow to Phil. Whatever, my nerves are bad.
"Have fun trying to get him out of the car when his drunk ass passes out." Phil scoffed. Great. Just great.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he would mouth off. But I guess it was my fault this time. "I'd be jealous too if I had her and then I lost her to me." Jeff slurred as he drunkenly got out of the booth. I understood what he meant, but it didn't quite come out right.
"Man, what the hell are you even talking about?" Phil laughed. "Ugh, you. Shut up. And make sure Shelly gets home safe. You, Hardy. Lets go." I commanded as I grabbed Jeff's hand. He quickly jerked it away from me. "Naw. You know what I meant, Pepsi. Jealous ass motherfucker." He growled.
Apparently, that made Phil laugh. "Sky, can you please get him out of here? He's embarrassing." He smirked at me. One of those conniving, 'I told you so' smirks. Ugh, I hate him. "You wanna know what's embarrassing? You wishin' that you was leavin' with her instead of me leavin' with her." Jeff started to laugh.
Shelly was obviously no help, and Barb and Andrew were too much into themselves to even care, so the only person I could go to was Amy. Ugh. "Hey, a little help here?" I pleaded with my eyes. But before she could say anything, Phil retaliated. "No, what's embarrassing is your girlfriend's wandering eyes every time we're in the vicinity of each other." There, things have officially turned to hell.
"Man, fuck you. Jealous bitch." Jeff scoffed. "You keep calling me jealous. But you're the one over here brooding like I stole your hairdye. Yeah. I'm the jealous one. It seems as if you're the one insecure about your relationship." Phil sarcastically chuckled. "Fuck you, Pepsi. You know you wish you was me right now." Jeff gloated. Drunk Jeff's normally amusing to me, but right now, he's annoying as fuck.
"Yeah. I wish I was inebriated to the hills and stumbling all over the place. Bull. Fucking. Shit." Phil laughed as he crossed over Amy to get out of the booth. "No, I meant that you wish that you was finna take her to ya hotel and lay pipe like I'm about to, Pepsi." Jeff smirked. "Jeff, what the fuck?" I gasped. Why would he say that? And who the hell still uses that phrase?
By now, people had started to notice that something was going down. We were all like deer in the headlights, waiting for Punky's response. "I'm not even gonna stoop to your level and disrespect her with some lame sex joke. I'd much rather kick your ass." He calmly spoke as he stepped up to Jeff.
"Okay. We're taking the friend approach. I'll talk to Jeff. You take Punker." Amy suggested, quickly getting up and looping her arm around Jeff's. It's about time bitch, damn.
"Oh, I don't have anything to say to her, Amy. I'm perfectly cool." He frowned at her. "You might wanna talk to her man. Cause you better believe she leavin' with me." Jeff yelled as Amy dragged him across the dance floor.
"You can only hold her for so long, Hardy. Enjoy it while it lasts." Phil chuckled. Damn him and his confidence. Even with all of the drama going on, he still finds a way to make me tingly.
"You might not have anything to say to me, but I have plenty to say to you. Lets go." I said to him as I got up to make my way to the club exit.
"Yes ma'am." He winked at me. "Drew, Barb, sorry about all this." I apologized. I know Barb's probably used to the foolishness that comes with chilling with Phil and I, but Andrew's new to it. "Oh, no prob. You all just made my night." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him and Looked over at an uncharacteristically quiet Shelly. Then I realized that she was resting on Barbie's shoulder, asleep. Figures.
Once we were outside and safe in the vicinity of the deserted parking lot, I lit into him. "What the fuck is your problem? I swear something is wrong with you. You always wanna make me the bad guy, Phil. But this time, it was all you. You just kept going and going." As I ranted, he just smirked at me. What really ticked me off was when his cocky ass leaned against me and Shelly's rental and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh really? You're an asshole." I growled. This reminds me of all the times I used to get into drunken arguments with him. Sometimes, I think he got a kick out of it. I know for a fact that he got some major satisfaction out of arguing with drunk ass Jeff.
He stared laughing again. "Alright. I'm not responding to your rants because I'm still trying to keep the awkwardness to a minimum between us." His face was red as hell. "What a great job you're doing." I scoffed.
"Well how in the fuck do you expect me to keep shit down when you were fucking me with your eyes all damn night?" And now his cool is gone. And my embarrassment sinks in.
"I'll admit, I was staring, hard. And I don't have a plausible explanation for it. But you going off on Jeff did not help anything." Right now, I really could use a drink. Sometimes, sobriety is a curse.
"You're gonna defend that dumb ass after he blabbered to me about laying pipe? In front of your friends? Really?" He scoffed. "No. I'm not defending his dumb ass. But you started that shit. I thought you weren't gonna say anything to him anymore?" I asked. Cause that's what he told me last month. Lies, I tell you. Lies. "I try, but he irritates me to no end." He sighed, that angry face of his now gone. He looks sad now. "I know the feeling. But I can tolerate her now." I teased him.
"Well, I can't tolerate Hardy. How about we keep our 'friend restrictions' and we add the new rule where Hardy and me shouldn't be around each other." He suggested. I sighed. "I guess I can agree with that." I gave him a soft smile.
"So, are we good Catwoman Quinn?" He grinned that crooked smile of his.
"I guess so, Batman." Either his charm's getting better, or I'm just too damn exhausted to continue to argue. Cause I don't normally give up that easily. Ugh. I just wanna go to sleep.
"Can I have a hug? You know, to seal our verbal deal?" His crooked smile turned into his sneaky smirk. I raised my eyebrow at him, but obliged anyway. "Don't try anything." I mumbled as my traitor body melted in his arms.
He. Smells. Like. Yellow. Stars. And. Bubbles. Yep, yellow stars and bubbles are my equivalents of the greatest things in the universe.
After about twenty silent seconds, my thoughts started to go back to that night when we got back together. Then Jeff flashed through my mind. I instantly tried to get out of his warm grip. But he wouldn't let me go. Instead, he locked his arms around me tighter, and leaned down to my ear.
"I know what your manic staring was about. And I also know you care for that Hardy boy. But he's a fucking idiot. I'm still fighting for you, Danny. But the ball's in your court now." After he said that, he let me go and walked back inside the club. Leaving me standing there, looking flabbergasted as hell.
Ugh, I wish Shelly's ass wasn't so tanked. Cause I really need someone to talk to right now.
A/N: Random note, my absolute most favorite line in this whole chapter was the 'He. Smells. Like. Yellow. Stars. And. Bubbles.' line. Yes, I'm weird, too. LOL!