I'm good everybody! I made it out of Isaac unscathed. Thank you all for your concern. You're all sweethearts.
Alrighty, ya'll. This is probably my favorite chapter of the whole story. I think you're gonna like this one, too ;)
Special thanks to Esha, Menaji, and anon1 (of course it has something to do with Punk, lol. It wouldn't be Sky if it didn't, ha ha. But it's nothing big that she's hiding. But I can't explain it without spilling the chapter, so read on.)
My thoughts and prayers go out to Jerry Lawler and his family. Hoping for a full recovery for him.
Hope you enjoy this chapter : )
Ch. 19: King Cornball
Sky's POV
I grabbed my bags, which were already packed and waiting at the door, and headed out. "Need any help?" That voice came from behind me as I locked my door. Hearing it made me forget what I was supposed to be doing. I nervously and accidentally dropped my keys on the concrete.
I managed to remember to kneel down to pick my keys up. As soon as I did, he did too, causing us to bump heads. "Sorry." We both said. I looked up from my keys and into the those mesmerizing hazel eyes of his. And for the umpteenth time, I'm breathless.
As if I wasn't already disoriented, we reached for my keys at the same time. Of course my hand ended up grabbing his hand instead of my keys.
Red face. That's how I look right now. My eyes darted from his eyes and ended up focused on my hand, which was still clutching his. "I got 'em." He said to me. I blankly let him go and we both got up. Looking into his eyes again caused my mind to scatter. I managed to curl my lips into a smile as he handed me my keys.
"Thanks." I mumbled. "No prob." He replied as he grabbed my carryon bag and my suitcase. Relief washed over me when he turned away from me. Good. Now I can get most of my thoughts together. As I blankly followed him downstairs, I formed a coherent thought.
"Shouldn't you already be gone?" I asked. Strangely, for me at least, sounding normal. I asked that because he's punctual as hell. And he tends to leave around the time Shelly and I wake up. "Tommy and the guys had to make little detour. I asked Shelly if I could ride with you guys. You're cool with that, right?" He asked.
"I'm cool." I replied as I watched him load my stuff into the already stuffed trunk of the car. It's not a full lie. I mean, I enjoyed traveling with him the little while we did travel together. I even miss the little arguments we'd have when he'd wake me up at five in the morning.
Ugh. Thinking about him even in that context made my chest hurt. I turned my attention to Shelly and Barbie, who were eying me suspiciously. I scowled at them both.
I was so focused on them that I barely heard Phil when he said he had to run back in his apartment for something. As soon as he was inside, I stormed over to Shell and Barb.
I was about to light into both of them when Shelly spoke. "I tried to warn you, but you ignored my call." Ugh, I hate it when she's right. "And don't look at me. I was just as clueless as you were." Barb assured me. "You're always clueless, Barbie." I rolled my eyes as I opened the passenger's door.
"Uh uh, miss attitude. I called passengers seat. You take the back with Punk." Barbie grinned as she slid into the seat. "Bitch." I mumbled as I harshly slammed the door. Good thing she moved her foot, cause it would've been crushed horribly.
"Calm down, Sky. I thought you said things were better between you two since you're both single." Shelly walked up to me and took my shaking hand into hers. "Yeah, less jealousy. But still a lot of awkward tension." I scoffed when I saw Barbie's little mad face through the mirror.
"So what was I supposed to do? Tell him no? Let him find another way to get to the same place we're going? Cause I wasn't gonna do that. You have the issue with him. I don't. I'm sick of dividing my time between you two." Great now she's ticked.
"Fine. I'll try to behave myself. At least for your sake." I poked my tongue at her. "Atta girl." She smiled and pulled me into a hug. "It won't be so bad. I promise." She spoke softly before she let me go.
By the time Shelly and I were in the car, he was out of his apartment and headed over to us. I took that little opportunity to apologize to Barb. She was cool now. She's used to my bitch moments.
The first hour of travel was strangely pleasant. We all just talked. Mostly about little Rocco Lampone's overprotective antics. Hour two started off fun, too. Singing songs loudly and off key was always fun to me. And of course I knew every song that was being played. My iPod shuffle was plugged into the radio.
Besides Rihanna, I've fallen in love with Beyonce and The Fray. We're listening to the latter now. One of my all time favorite songs, Look After You. "Y'all take this one." Phil grinned at us. He didn't have to tell us twice.
As we sang, he started making crazy faces and plugging his ears. "Awww, you know we sound good." Shelly chuckled as she eyed him from the mirror. "As good as dying cats." He replied, making me burst into laughter.
"You're such a cornball." He teased me. "Really, Batman?" If I'm a cornball, than he's the king of cornballs. "Whatever, Catwoman." He poked his tongue at me. For a split second or two, I felt the urge to suck his tongue off, but it subsided and I regained my restraint. "That's Catwoman Quinn to you, Dark Knight." I winked at his grin.
I quickly looked ahead again on account of my errant thoughts. I realized that Shell and Barb weren't singing anymore.
"Weren't we supposed to be entertaining king cornball with our angelic voices?" I asked them. "Angels of death is more like it." Phil grinned. "Oh yeah. Lets go, Doll." Shelly chuckled as we got back to our angelically horrible singing.
When we started to sing the chorus, our words started to change up. Instead of Shelly and Barb singing 'Oh oh, be my baby' they sang 'Oh oh, be his baby'. I just thought they had forgotten the words. I stopped singing to listen to the fools.
The next thing they said let me know that the lyric change was done on purpose. "Oh oh, be his baby. He'll look after you." Shelly's eyes were trained on mine as she said that. I rolled my eyes at her and snuck a look at Phil. He smiled at me.
"You know, I think I like this song." Okay. Whoa. He said a lot with that statement. I know he heard the lyrics and he heard Shelly and Barb's little rewrite. Instead of responding, I turned my head to look out of the window. My face is crimson.
I was relieved when the song went off.
Then Rihanna's P.S. (I'm Still Not Over You) came on. As soon as the chorus came on, I face palmed. "Oh, the irony." Phil mumbled as he started to stare out of his window, too. I tried not to pay attention to the lyrics of the song, but I couldn't help it. I started to twitch, nervously.
I was about two seconds from yelling at them to change the song, but Barb intervened just in time. "This song reminds me of Andrew." She sighed. I forgot that they had broken up. Again.
The next song was no better. Rihanna's Here I Go Again. I glanced over at him again as Rih began to sing about her ex's sense of style and how he melts her with his smile. Then she looks him in the eyes and she realizes that she's not over him. Ugh. It's like I wrote these lyrics myself.
I guess he noticed my stare and looked over at me. "Good song, huh?" He smirked at me. "Yeah, I can relate." I so didn't mean to say that aloud. I shyly ducked my head and started fidgeting with my hands. Damn him for that.
And then came the laughs. "What's funny?" I questioned no one in particular. "You two are cute. That's all. Sorry." Barbie said nervously. "And I don't need to give you an explanation as to why I'm laughing." Shelly responded. "Whatever, grumpy." I mumbled back. I know she's a little ticked, but she'll get over it.
Punk's POV
That was the most stressfully tense car ride, ever.
"Are you coming with us, tonight?" That's Shelly. The shows went great, so therefore, they're headed to a little club to chill. "I don't have anything else to do, so lets hit it." I grabbed her bag from her as we headed to the car.
"Same seating arrangements?" I asked as we loaded the trunk. She chuckled. "Sky's still in bitch mode, so yeah. Sorry." She gave me a sympathetic smile. "What's wrong with her?" I asked. Even though I already know the answer. She's weirded out by me riding with them. I mean, it's not a walk in the park for me, either.
I fucking listened to Rihanna. Can you believe that shit? And even worse, I could comprehend what she was saying. If that isn't weird enough, I could halfway relate to the songs. I'm not even gonna get into The Fray song cause that was self explanatory.
"I think you know. Now if only you two would stop being so stubborn." She mumbled that last part, but I heard it.
"You know that's not gonna work, don't you?" I said as we got into the car. "What's not gonna work? The car?" That was so fake, even I had to laugh. "You suck ass at lying, Shelly." I said to her.
"Maybe I do. But you two both suck ass at trying to convince everyone that you're not dying to be together." She retorted. "I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. I'm just trying to keep the tension down, like she asked me to." I sighed. Keeping the tension down is a daily struggle.
"Why are you trying to keep tension down? Why is there even tension left? You're both single. In the words of Sebastian the crab, kiss the girl." She did that on purpose. Sebastian, the servant crab of the king in The Little Mermaid, sang that to the Prince. And of course the only reason why I know that at all is because of Skylar. Damn Sky for that. Damn her to the bottom of the sea.
"So what you're saying is that I'm a prince?" I smirked as she frowned at me through the rear view mirror. "You're an asshole. That's what you are." She was trying to keep the frown, but she ended up grinning at me. "Yes. I'm an asshole. But I'm a tattooed asshole, so that's tolerable." I smiled.
"Okay, seriously, though. What's stopping you now?" She asked. Good question. Nothing's really stopping me now. Well, nothing but Sky's stubbornness.
"She just broke up with Hardy. And I told you already, it's up to her, now." I sighed as I spotted Sky and Barbie walking to the car. "That was six months ago. If it was two months ago, it'd be something different. But six months, and the way you two feel about each other is long enough." After she said that, she turned the radio on and cut it up loud.
Good. Now I can get a head start on my exuberant task of staring out of the window and pretending that Skylar isn't sitting beside me. And then when we get to the club, I can pretend that Sky isn't eying me as she vigorously stirs her diet coke. Ah, the life of a wrestler in love.
Shelly cut the music down when the two girls got into the car. Sky was definitely in one of her bitch moods, cause she scowled at me as soon as she sat down. How sweet. "Okay, it's my turn to choose the music." I said to Shelly as I handed her my iPod so she could plug it into the car.
"Anything is better than Barbie's playlist." Shelly chuckled. "Whatever. Don't hate on Britney." Barbie defended. "Ugh, why do you have to be the stereotypical blonde, Barbie? Britney? Really?" Skylar scoffed.
Sky's a natural blonde. I've only seen her full blonde locks in childhood pictures. Cause as soon as she turned thirteen, she dyed that shit.
"Why are you so damn sensitive about blonde stereotypes, Sky? You don't even want to acknowledge the fact that you are a blonde." Barbie shot back. "Brunettes have more fun, Barb. Now turn on the tunes, cause I'm tempted to punch this damn window." She closed her eyes as her leg started to shake.
"Damn. It bothers you that much that I'm sitting here?" I couldn't stop the words that came out of my mouth. Her little bitch fit was starting to piss me off. She opened her eyes and slowly looked at me. Her scowl was the business, though. I mean, angry Sky is hot shit. I mean, damn.
Before she could say anything, Shelly pressed play on my iPod. Last Caress by The Misfits came blaring through the speakers of the car.
Instead of her answering me, she started to sing. "I got something to say. I killed your baby today." And with that, I'm not mad anymore. I love that she listens to great music. And I love that instead of arguing with me, she opted to sing. So instead of mouthing off again, I decided to join her. I like this song, too.
After the song was over, she was grinning at me instead of scowling. "You two scare me." Barbie said. Sky and I looked at each other and burst into laughter. "It's just a song, Doll." Skylar reassured her.
"Song my ass. At least Britney's songs are fun and uplifting." She scoffed. I was gonna comment, but Sky grabbed my hand, which was resting on my leg, and shook her head.
"It's not worth your breath. We will not argue about this shit again." Sky sighed. "Tessa vs. Sky reincarnated?" I grinned at her, reminding Sky of her high school nemesis, Tessa Gould. "Nah. I wanted to beat Tessa's face in. But I actually like Kelly squared." She smiled at me.
"I'm confused." Barbie said to Shelly. "You know they went to high school together, right?" She replied. "I didn't know that. Awww, that's so cute. So you two were high school sweethearts?" Barbie asked.
Sky, who was still looking at me, instantly turned away and tried to let go of my hand. But I intertwined them, so she wasn't getting out of it that easy. That didn't stop her from trying, though.
"We weren't high school sweethearts. I had a major crush on her, though. I was just too shy to say anything about it." I grinned as I stared into her eyes. She was still trying to get me to let her go.
"You, shy? That's really hard to believe, Punk." Kelly chuckled. "Yeah. Everyone was shocked that I didn't say anything. The worse thing about it was that years later, she told me that she knew that I was crushing on her the whole time." That made me laugh. I really wonder how things would be if I would've made a move in high school.
"Skylar, you're so mean. Why didn't you say anything then?" Barbie asked her, thoroughly intrigued with the story. And also making Skylar more nervous by the second.
"Uh, guys are supposed to make the first move." Sky scoffed, looking away from me after she finally realized that she wasn't getting out of my grips anytime soon.
"And when I did make the move…" I said that in a suggestive way that forced her to look at me again. "Remember that day?" I raised my eyebrow at her as her cheeks instantly started to turn pink. "Bride of Chucky." She replied. "What?" Shelly asked, confused.
"We met up after one of the shows when I was in ROH, we went to a little diner, I made my move, and we watched Bride of Chucky. Badassery at its best." That made her smile. "That's so weirdly romantic." Barbie cooed.
"Yeah. I'm very romantic. Aren't I?" I grinned at Sky. "Bite me." She frowned at my blatant teasing.
"Oh, I have. Would you like me to do it again?" And that was the straw that broke the camel's back, or whatever the old folks say. She got pissed.
"I can't take this anymore. I'm moving back to Chicago." That got me to let go of her hand, and it also got my jaw to fall into my lap. "You're what?" Shelly asked. I guess she wasn't expecting to blurt it out like that, cause even she looks confused now.
"I think I'm homesick. So I'm moving back." She collected her cool as she spoke. "So, who are you gonna travel with?" Barbie asked. For some reason, she was in tears. "You guys, silly. I'll just have to plan some shit so we can meet up together. It'll be cool." She reassured her.
"I'm not about to argue with you, Sky. So therefore I won't say anything." Shelly growled. Once I got my jaw back in place, I resumed looking out of the window. Sky gently tapped me on the leg to get my attention. "Yeah?" I asked, surprised that she voluntarily acknowledged me.
"You okay with me moving?" She asked, obviously hurt by her friends negative reactions. Of course, I'm upset about it, too. "You want honesty, right?" I asked her red face. She nodded, already having the facial expression of someone who just got a verbal ass beating.
"Well, honestly. I'm not happy about it. But that's just because I'm selfish. I like having you close by. But I also understand you wanting to move back home. I plan on moving back, soon, too." After I said that, she took a deep breath.
"Okay. Take it back a little. Things are getting tense again." I humorlessly laughed at that bullshit.
"What the hell do you mean, again? Things never stopped being tense between us. Only now, I don't even know why things are still tense. I've been single for nine months. And you have been for six. So what the fuck's the problem?"
Me blowing up like that, yeah. That was bound to happen. I've been trying to play nice Punky for too long. Skylar is a fucking lunatic, and the only way to get through to her is to yell at her like I'm a lunatic.
By now, Shelly had pulled into the little club and was parked. But no one moved. We were all waiting for her response.
"The problem is that I'm not ready to do this shit. I'm scared, okay?" She yelled at me.
"That's bullshit. Is this your way of paying me back for that shit I said to you a few months ago?" I asked, referring to the idiotic statement that I didn't actually make, but I insinuated about not wanting to love her. At this point, Shelly and Barbie decided to get out of the car and away from us.
"No, you dumbass. I told you, I love you. Never stopped loving you and never will. But when I fucking say that I'm scared to get back with you, that's what the fuck I mean." She's fuming now.
"Okay, so you expect me to just take that, huh? But you couldn't understand that from my point of view a few months ago? Bullshit. Once again."
"It's not bullshit, Phil. You're a fucking jerk. You know that?" She was so upset with me that she was shaking. Like I said before, angry Skylar is very hot. And since she wouldn't make the move this time, like I wanted her to, I figure that I should. That's right. I'm making a move, cause I'm a boss.
"You know what, Sky. You're right. I am a jerk." I agreed with her. That only made her madder. "Don't fucking patronize me, you ass." She growled.
"I wasn't patronizing you. I was agreeing with you." I said that just to get her even more upset. She was so mad, she didn't even notice that I was inching closer to her in this tiny backseat.
"Why are you agreeing with me anyway? The last time I called you a jerk, you called me a prima donna." She yelled as I unnoticeably inched so that I was right beside her.
"Sky, you are a prima donna." And that's match point.
"Fuck you, Phi-" I cut her off with my nonexistent, as she calls them, lips. She grabbed my shirt with both of her hands, but didn't push me away. Instead, she kissed me back with a type of intensity that I never felt before.
I grabbed her left leg to get her to straddle me. I didn't quite know what to expect, but she obliged, eagerly.
Damn, have I missed her lips. Tastes like cherries and cold metal. Love, man. Just love. Her hands ended up in my hair, their usual spot.
"Fuck…you…ass…hole." She murmured into my mouth as my hands crept up her back. She didn't let up with her lips, though.
"We need…to…stop this." She continued her murmurs as she started this sexy grinding movement on my lap. I eased in the tongue to try to shut her up.
At this point, the other head, or dragon, had started to take control. I didn't even care that we were in the parking lot of a club. And I didn't care that Shelly and Barbie were watching us.
Apparently, Sky didn't care either, cause her hands went from my hair to pulling up my shirt in two seconds. Well, this wouldn't be the first time Sky and I fooled around in a car… but that's another story for another day.
Just as the shirt was up to my chest, Shelly opened the backdoor. "You two can finish this at the hotel. People are starting to stare." Shelly smirked. Sky and I stopped and stared at each other for a few seconds. She looked disoriented.
"I so wasn't ready for that." She shook her head as she got off of me to get out of the car. I just grinned at her as I pulled my shirt down.
Once out of the car, I slowly followed behind Sky and Barbie as Shelly eyed me suspiciously. "So, what exactly went on in there?" She asked me as I licked my bottom lip a few times. I swear Sky sucks the circulation out of my lips.
"I did what you said, Shell. I kissed the girl." I smirked. "Sky's right. You are such a cornball." She laughed at me. "That's King Cornball to you, missy." I winked back.