I want to apologize because it took me so long to update this. I've been busy as of late but I'm catching up with some of my writing and I didn't want to let this one unfinished. Enjoy and let me know what you think ;)

Cute Boring Love

I've always liked to think that I'm an honest woman, I mean… I'm not fond of going around lying to people and I hate when people lie to me.

To me honesty it's kind of a romantic idea, the rarest attribute one can posses, the best of the lost arts. But like most people, good or bad, I've found myself not being quite honest; I mean I did worse than lying around, I tried to delude myself, not by lying, but by omitting.

Omitting is the same thing as lying because a half truth is a whole lie; so there it is, it turns out that I can't even be honest to myself! Meaning that the one thing I cherished the most about myself had been an illusion.

Well, at least I have determination and that can't be taken away from me so easily.

Having all those thoughts running through my mind I venture to look up to take a peek at the man sitting at the end of the bench I happen to be sitting on, he's busy looking into his bag so before he catches me looking I lower my head and fumble around the stuff in my own bag.

Stupid little Punk, this is all his fault; if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be having this dilemma, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have to feel so uncomfortable in my own work.

So yeah… in the fairness of honesty I have to admit that I'm feeling this weird attraction for him that I can't shake off. There… I said it, are you happy now?

At first I tried to deny it and it worked because I was so mad at him that anger overcame attraction… but as time passed and the anger wouldn't wear off even as I tried my best to ignore him and forget everything about those little lapses where I was left looking like a complete idiot, I began to see it, I liked him.

It's not like I'm fatally crushing over him or anything of the like and maybe it's nothing, maybe I'm just being misguided by my reaction to the kisses he stole from me. Yes, he stole them because I never gave him permission to go ahead and kiss me.

But that was such a long time ago and now we are back the way we started, he does his thing and I go out with him to the ring to do my thing and that's it; no kisses, no nothing.

At first it was hard because we work so close and the memory of my naïve reaction to him was a raw wound to my pride, but because he also did his part on ignoring what happened the incident has never been mentioned and with time it faded… kind of.

That's good; at least I don't feel the urge to knock his teeth out like the last time he kissed me. God I cringe at the memory of it because I allowed him to kiss me and he was just playing me, using my foolishness to his advantage.

Back to that day I wanted to go to him and tell him a thing or two because he can't just do what he did; but instead I swallowed my pride and then my anger and the next time I came face to face with him I started to completely ignore him; I acted as if nothing happened and tried to focus in my job, in getting better in the ring because that's why I'm here, to work, not to get into some drama with some Punk that can't keep his lips to himself.

So today I can say that everything is good, that even when I have to deal with him on regular basis and go to the ring to endure his closeness and all the touching we have to do I'm alright; I can even act indifferent when I'm out there and in front of everybody he calls me gorgeous Serena…

Argh, stupid Punk! There it is again, my mind goes back to the moment he called me that in the ring and the way my face flushed… stupid, stupid Punk!

I take the shirt I'm planning to wear to the ring tonight and bitch slap it into my bag, making him lift his head to take a look at me.

I act as if nothing is amiss; once again fumbling through my stuff as I feel his eyes on me, I can always feel his eyes on me... Where is Drew when I need him?

After a long while where I can still feel him staring I get up to my feet and before I can take two steps into whatever direction I was heading I hear his voice. "Wear your boots tonight"

When his words get to me I turn around and look at him. Like I knew they would his eyes are on me, I respond by lifting my eyebrow as my hands go to rest at my hips. "Excuse me?" Since when does he tells me what to wear?

"Wear your boots, we have a segment were you'll do some kicking and it will look better that way"

Oh… "Will I do more than kicking?" I ask going into work mode and hoping that they will let me do more, I think its way overdue.

His lips curve into a smile and then she chuckles. It only lasted for half a second but it's the first smile he gives to me since… well since ever. "Can you do more than that?"

"Of course I can" I say in full confidence. I can wrestle circles around most of the divas in the spotlight and it's time they let me do my thing. Of course I don't say that out loud because even to my own ears that statement sounds a bit cocky.

He tilts his head to the side and looks at me; I take the chance to take a good look at him without having to steal glances his way. He is now sporting the same bald look that I have and I have to admit it doesn't look bad on him, it also helps that he trimmed his beard a little bit so his features seem more defined now…

And I'm glad he's bald because damn it, if I had to shave my hair off for this angle it's only fair that he did the same thing.

"I'll see what I can do"

Refraining from doing a double take I blink a few times. "Are you serious?"

"Sure, are you still going to FCW?" He asks with a shrug and I have to wonder if he's ribbing me…

"Yes, when I have the time" It's been a while since I went there but I try to work it into my schedule, it's the only way I can prevent ring rust since they are not allowing me to wrestle here.

Punk goes back to taking his in-ring attire from his back but his eyes remain on me. I don't mind, all I can think is that if there's a possibility that I can do something more in the ring I'll take it, I'll do it so good they'll want to use me more. This is why I came here, just for this.

"I've heard you are using your own GTS"

I go back to sitting. "Well, yeah… I thought it would be good for the character" I say and it just comes to my mind that this is probably the first civilized conversation between us since that day at the hotel; not that we talked much before that but… you know, it's kind of odd.

"Rad, maybe we can make you have your own match soon"

I can't help but to grin. My own match… I can see it happen, I can do it as an SES member and with time I can go on my own, I can even have a match with Beth when she comes back and that will be great…. Yes, I want my own match.

So wrapped up I am that I never noticed him approach me, he just slid all the way from the spot he was sitting and goes to me, getting near enough to make me feel self conscious.

"Least you can do is say thank you, Punk, I really appreciate it"

I arch my eyebrows and stare right into his eyes; I'm not going to make him believe… or know, whatever, that he makes me more than a little uncomfortable or that I remember clearly how he tastes or that I can remember how his lips feel against mine whenever he looks at me that way… I won't do that; I won't give him that satisfaction because if this turns out to be him ribbing me I won't end looking like a fool again.

"It hasn't happened yet, if I get my match I'll thank you"

He grins, tilting his head once more as he gets a bit nearer; he is trespassing into my personal space and I can feel his knees touching mine as his eyes pierce into mine… my breathing ceases for a second and I wonder if I'll pull back if he ever kisses me again.

"Why, then I'll get you your match and then we'll see what happens" With that said he goes up to his feet and walks off the locker room.

I run my hands over my head and slide them to my neck, I do want to have my first match so I don't care what Punk said about me having to thank him. It doesn't matter, if he gets me a match I'll deal with it, hell, if he does I'll do whatever he wants. That's all I can think now and I really, really hope he is not ribbing.

Guess I'll have to wait and see, when the time comes I'll be ready.

TBC?