Both Emma and Phil kept looking at each other, speechless, until Phil decided to break the silence.
"I'm CM Punk, but uh, you can call me Phil, I'm your dad…." He said nervously.
"I'm Emma, but people call me…well, Emma, I'm your daughter…." She said, also nervously.
"Uh, here, I'll hang your coat up," Phil said, reaching his right arm out. "You can just go sit on the couch, I'll be over in a minute."
"Alright, thanks," Emma said, taking her coat off and handing it to him.
She ran over and flopped onto the couch, then fixed her hair and tucked it behind her ears for a moment, but then quickly changed it again so it wasn't behind her eyes but not in her face. After that, she looked over at Phil, who was only using his right arm to hang up her coat, which confused her.
"Why are you just using your right arm? You know you have a left arm, right?" Emma asked him.
"I Know, but I injured my left arm at a house show the other night, and I can't move it," Phil shrugged. He wanted to say something about John Laurinaitis and David Otunga right now, but he knew pre-teens were into swearing these days, he didn't want to encourage Emma, at all, so he just stayed quiet and walked over and sat next to Emma.
"What's a house show?" Emma asked. "Is it like a show in a house or…?" Phil just chuckled at her question.
"No, basically it's a wrestling show that isn't aired on tv, the only people who see it are the ones who buy tickets to come," Phil said, with a smile on his face.
"Oh, well what's the point then?" Emma asked again.
"More money for the company and more opportunities for fans I guess," Phil shrugged. "Anything else you want to know?"
She did want to know something, but she barely even knew this guy, hell if she even asked her own mom, she'd get pissed off. Emma just bit her lip and shrugged.
"No…I'm good…" Emma said, looking down.
Though he only found out he was a father 24 hours again, Phil kind of felt this Fatherly instinct kicking in already and he knew she was lying.
"You sure?" Phil asked, then placing his hand under her chin and pushing her head back up so they had eye contact. "Because it sounds like you do." Emma just sighed.
"Why were you and my mom only a one-night stand? How come you didn't even try to make it work even if you DIDN'T knock her up?" Emma asked. Phil then wished he'd just taken her word and changed the subject, he didn't want to answer this, at all. He just sighed, then answered.
"You see….it was the fall of '99, I was busy trying to start my wrestling career…you know…" Phil shrugged as Emma sighed.
"Never mind," She said. "Clearly you never tried because you didn't care…"
"Hey, that's not true," Phil said to her.
"I Was born in late July of '99, so if my math's correct, I was conceived in late October of '98, you said '99…" Emma said. Phil just raised an eyebrow.
"Your mom told me yesterday it was '99…." He said, trying to remember that night with her.
"She mixes the year up ALL the time since her sister got pregnant a year after she did," Emma sighed.
"Oh," Phil shrugged. "But uh, to answer your question, I was pretty busy with wrestling and she was busy with college, but I gave her my number that night and she said she'd call," He said, pausing to take a deep breath, then kind of sighed. "I never did get that call from her…"
"Oh…." Emma said, looking down again.
Phil's fatherly instinct kicked in again, and he could tell Emma HATED this so far, so he immediately changed the subject.
"So uh, you have any interests?" He asked, as Emma lit back up again.
"Well, I love music," Emma cracked a smile, as did Phil.
"Oh yeah?" Phil smiled. "Who you like?"
"JUSTIN DREW BIEBER!" She nearly jumped when she said that, a smile covering her whole face, while a frown covered Phil's.
"Oh my gosh…you're one of THEM?" He asked, sighing and leaning back.
"I'm a pre-teen, what did you expect?" Emma said. "I have posters of him ALL over my room, I have my Purple 3D glasses I bought to watch Never Say Never, I have that on DVD, I have ALL his CD's and his book," Emma smiled as Phil sat back up.
"The kid isn't even 18 and he already has a book?" He asked. "What's it about, how it feels to hit puberty late or something?" Emma rolled her eyes.
"He hit right before he turned 17, and my health teacher said some guys don't hit puberty AT LEAST until their 21," She huffed.
"Your health teacher is an idiot," Phil said back, getting another eye roll out of Emma. "You like rolling your eyes, don't you?"
"No, but I got in trouble last year by my Social Studies teacher for being very…well, truthful towards another kid, so now if someone says something stupid, I just roll my eyes instead of getting in trouble with my comments," Emma explained. Phil raised an eyebrow. That sounded JUST like him not only as a kid, but now, except Phil never tried something else like eye rolling, he stayed very blunt and truthful
"I should try doing that at work…" Phil said, pausing to think, then laughed. "AH, Screw it!"
"So, it's true then?" Emma asked. "I know some people who watch WWE and said you were a total smartass in the ring to people."
"Hey, watch your mouth," Phil said sternly. "But yeah, I am, just me," Phil said, leaning back on the couch with a smirk.
"Can I watch any of your wrestling matches?" Emma asked. She was getting curious what all the fuss about her dad was about. He couldn't be THAT big of a deal.
"You serious?" Phil asked, feeling kind of proud of himself. His daughter wanted to see her dad in action, it was a good feeling for him.
"Yeah, I'm here until 7, why not?" Emma said. Phil just smiled and grabbed his tv remote off the coffee table.
"I'll show you the current episode of RAW," Phil smiled, turning his tv on. "I kind of stole the show in my main event match."
"Eh, we'll see how good you are," Emma said, leaning back. Phil just smirked, then went onto his DVR and played the current episode of Monday Night RAW.
The show was about 2 hours all together since Phil fast-forwarded through the commercials, and by the end of it, Emma knew how big of a deal CM Punk was when it came to professional wrestling. She couldn't believe this was her dad. Not one bit. He was AMAZING when he talked into the microphone and knew how to kick ass.
"Wow, you're actually really good!" Emma said to him, with a smile on her face.
"All it takes is hard work," Phil smiled back.
"But why did you keep hitting that cute blonde guy?" Emma said, as Phil nearly threw up in his mouth.
"You mean…Dolph Ziggler? Mr. Ziggles?" Phil asked.
"Yeah, him!" Emma said. "He's really cute, why you gotta hate on him?" She asked.
"He's not single and he's not anywhere near your age," Phil said as Emma rolled her eyes.
"He's still cute…" Emma mumbled as Phil rolled his eyes.
"What about you?" Phil asked.
"What about me?" Emma asked.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Phil asked her.
"Um… I don't know…" Emma shrugged. "I really haven't given much thought to it yet…"
"Not even a dream?" Phil asked.
"Well I don't know what I'm good at," Emma just shrugged.
"Wait, what?" Phil asked, not believing his daughter had such low confidence.
"My parents tell me I'm good at EVERYTHING I do, it's kind of hard to know what I could or couldn't be good at," She shrugged.
Phil wanted to say something, but didn't because it would hurt Emma's feelings. He wanted to criticize the parenting from Charlotte and Tony, he really did, but for her sake, he'd just bitch to it about Charlotte some other time.
"It doesn't matter what you are and aren't good at," Phil said. "If you wanna be something, set your mind to it and improve at it so you can be the best you can be, that's all you have to do."
Emma grew a beautiful, warm smile on her face. Surprisingly to her, Phil was already influencing her and encouraging her in so many ways.
"Do you have anything for dinner?" She asked. It was about 5pm, and she hadn't eaten since 11:30am at school.
"Of course!" Phil said, hopping off the couch and into the kitchen. Then, he opened up his fridge. "Alright, I got some Pizza's I can make, Pepperoni and Cheese, whatever you prefer…I also got some hotdogs I can make with some Barbeque chips, and uh…" Then he went over into the cupboards to find some stuff. "I Also have some Mac N' Cheese if you want that, and I got some Milk, Chocolate Milk, Blue Gatorade and some Cherry Pepsi to drink."
"How about….Pepperoni Pizza and Gatorade?" Emma asked him.
"Sure thing!" Phil smiled, grabbing the pizza out of his fridge, then putting it in the oven and setting it on 450 degrees, then grabbing two Blue Gatorades and walking back into the living room. "Though personally, I think Cherry Pepsi tastes better."
"It does," Emma shrugged as Phil sat back down next to her, handing her a bottle of Gatorade. "But next Friday I'm trying out for the basketball team, so I'm trying to stay away from junk food and stuff so I don't feel all worn down during tryouts."
"You're a basketball player?" Phil said, with a HUGE smile. When he found out he was the father of a child, his biggest wish was that his child was athletic like him, and knowing Emma was athletic was amazing. It wasn't wrestling, but it was still a sport.
"Not really," Emma shrugged. "See….there's a-" Then, she paused, she didn't want to tell him she wanted to join because of a boy. "Uh…there's special…privileges that come with being in Athletics. So uh… I wanna try out this year."
"Oh, well, you've at least shot hoops before, right?" Phil asked her.
"Whenever we do free shoot in gym, I'm playing knockout," Emma smiled.
"Is that a game where you knock people out with balls or something?" Phil asked, rather confused, but Emma just laughed.
"Nah, it's a type of basketball game where two people are shooting, the first one who makes it advances and another person gets their ball. If the person who just got the ball shoots it and makes it, that other person is out but if the other person makes it before the new one, they advance and pass their ball if. It basically goes like that until only two people are left and one gets knocked out," Emma explained. "I've only gotten knocked out once and that was because my ball hit the backboard and went to the other half of the gym," She said, then rolled her eyes.
"Wow, you sound really good at basketball," Phil smiled, taking a sip of his Gatorade.
"Eh, we'll find out if I am next Friday," Emma shrugged.
After that, their pizza was done cooking and they both ate 4 slices each, while still talking. Emma learned about this whole Straightedge thing about no smoking, no drugs and no alcohol, and he even explained some of his tattoos to her. Phil also learned more about Emma- she told him about her best friends, and most importantly, she told him what life was like at home with Charlotte and Tony, which MORTIPHIED Phil. He heard about how they pretty much gave her adult like responsibilities and stuff like that. A 12 year old being treated like a grown adult? That's not right, but he didn't say anything about it now, he'll wait until Charlotte comes back for Emma. All this was about an hour, and now it was 6pm.
"Do you watch Jersey Shore?" Emma said, with a sly smirk. Jersey Shore without a doubt was Emma's favorite show on TV. Without a DOUBT. Pauly D was her guido, while JWoww was her idol.
"Oh god," Phil rolled his eyes. "Snooki actually did a wrestling match about a year ago…."
"You've met Snooki?" Emma asked, with her mouth dropped. "LUCKY!"
"Yeah, they aren't as stupid as they seem to be, but still…" Phil shrugged.
"Can we watch an episode?" Emma asked.
"Are you crazy?" Phil asked her.
"Yes," Emma said.
Phil looked at her, then chuckled. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it onto MTV and they were showing the episode after Vinny left the house.
"Just promise me you'll NEVER grow up like any of them," Phil said to her.
"I promise I'll never live in a house and have sex with a different guy every night," Emma said, right before rolling her eyes.
"Haha, you know what I mean," Phil said to her.
"I Promise, just let me watch it," She said to him.
"Fine," Phil said.
The two watched the castmates hit Karma and celebrate Pauly D's birthday. It felt weird for Phil, all right, but Emma was fine with it.
"I think I'm scarred for life…" Phil sighed as Emma laughed.
"At least you didn't see Ron and Sam fight," Emma rolled her eyes. "Worst time in Jersey Shore history…"
They're conversation was cut short after there was a knock on the door, which they both knew was Charlotte.
"Well, I think it's time for you to go," Phil shrugged to his daughter. Emma just sighed.
"I don't wanna go, though…." She looked down.
"And I really don't want you to go either, you're actually a really good kid even though you're mine," He said, getting a slight giggle out of Emma. Emma slowly brought her head back up, then gave a quick hug to her father, but was careful of his left shoulder.
"When can I see you again?" She asked him. Phil just bit his lower lip, then shrugged.
"I Don't know, but I'll talk to your mom, how about that?" Phil asked her, she just smiled.
"Next week?" She asked.
"We'll see," Phil said, with a warm smile. Emma smiled back, then hopped off of the couch and ran over toward the door, but then Phil remembered something.
"WAIT!" He shouted before Emma opened the door. She looked back at him.
"What?" Emma asked, rather confused.
Phil got up from the couch and walked over by Emma and opened a closet, which had the Candy Basket that Colt had dropped off a while before Emma had gotten there.
"My friend Colt dropped this off and told me to give it to you, just don't eat it all at once," Phil said, handing her the basket. Emma's entire face lit up after she saw how much candy was in there.
"OH MY GOSH!" She shouted when she saw all the candy, then a smile went right across the face as she hugged him one more time, the grabbed the basket and opened the door up.
"You ready?" Charlotte asked her daughter.
"I'll be in the car," Emma said, looking back at her dad real quick and smiling, then running out of the house into her mom's car, leaving just Charlotte and Phil.
"So, when can I see her again?" Phil asked Charlotte. Charlotte just laughed after that, but then noticed Phil was rather serious, so Charlotte stopped, then sighed.
"Exactly what do you mean?" She asked him, with an eyebrow raised. Phil looked at her as if she was an absolute IDIOT.
"I mean, when can I see her again? Hence why I said "when can I see her again'!" Phil said to her, rolling his eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry, but this was just a one time thing," Charlotte explained.
"Wait, what?" Phil asked. "You mean I can't see my own daughter again?"
"Exactly!" Charlotte said, with a sinister smile on her face.
"What gives you any right to not allow me to see my own daughter?" Phil asked her.
"I'm her mother!" Charlotte said.
"And I'm her father!" Phil said.
"Look, you've just never been in her life before, she's not ready for changes like this, it'd be best if we all just went on with how life used to be!" Charlotte said.
"I've never been in her life because her mom's a SLUT who couldn't figure out her baby daddy!" Phil yelled. "And she's not ready for this? Yet you treat her as if she's an adult when she isn't even a teenager?"
"Are you criticizing how I choose to raise my daughter?" Charlotte questioned.
"Well I'm sure not praising it!" Phil said.
"Look, you may have time for her now because of that injury, but what about in a couple months when you go back to wrestling? What's gonna happen then, huh?" Charlotte asked.
"I have months to figure that out," Phil said.
"I'm sorry, but just because your blood is flowing through her doesn't mean anything, Tony's been more of a dad then you could ever be to her," Charlotte said.
"Oh really? That's not her side of the story! But you wouldn't know because you hardly pay any attention to her!" Phil shouted at her.
"EXCUSE ME? I do pay attention to her!" Charlotte shouted back.
"You don't even remember when she was born!" Phil shouted.
"LOOK!" Charlotte snapped. "This was a one time deal, THAT'S ALL, she's my child, NOT yours, just deal with it, jackass," She said, before storming away.
"GOD KNOWS I'VE BEEN MORE OF A PARENT IN THESE PAST COUPLE HOURS THEN YOU'VE BEEN FOR THE PAST 12 YEARS!" Phil screamed at Charlotte as she stormed off to her car.
Then, he slammed his front door shut and walked back into the living room, flopping onto his couch. There was no way Charlotte could just take Emma away from her, no way.