A/N- I just realized…this may be a little difficult to understand, so let me explain…
This takes place the day AFTER Emma wins the bet against Punk so she can go on the date with Blake. This happens in the Brooks house and goes back and forth from downstairs with Colt and Punk and Upstairs with Cassidy and Emma.
I got tickets to a concert that takes place 2 days before my birthday, so I'm in a really good mood :) So enjoy this quick little update! Next one will be longer, this is kind of just comedic relief for me, really fun to write. But yes, longer next time~
-Downstairs-
"She's 12, not 5," Colt said to Phil.
"ONLY 12, she's not even in high school!" Phil said.
"At least she isn't sexually active!" Colt said, rolling his eyes.
"She isn't now, but when she starts dating, she will fall in love with that idiot, when she falls in love with that idiot, they will declare their love for each other, when they declare their love for each other, that idiot will forget to wear a condom, when he forgets to wear a condom, BAM, Papa Punk becomes GRAND-Papa Punk," Phil said, sounding paranoid.
"Emma isn't stupid, she won't do that until she knows she's ready," Colt said reassuringly.
"I didn't even have my first date until senior year!" Phil said, ignoring what Colt had said.
"That's because you were ugly when you were in high school!" Colt said, getting an offended look at of Phil. "Come on, look at your old high school pictures…you were a hideous mess."
"But she's not!" Phil said.
"That's kinda creepy to say about your daughter…" Colt commented.
"You know what I mean idiot…" Phil said to him, before sighing, "Man…I just can't believe this is already happening."
-Upstairs-
"I can't believe this is happening!" Cassidy said, pacing around Emma's room.
"It's just a date, relax," Emma said, flipping through a page of Pop Tiger magazine. There was a Justin Bieber poster and interview in there. "Yummy," Emma thought to herself with a smirk on her face.
"It's not JUST a date!" Cassidy corrected. "It's a date with Blake Giroux! Only the hottest guy to ever walk the earth!"
"Forgotten about Biebs?" Emma asked her.
"Bieber doesn't look as good," Cassidy said, as her jaw dropped right to the floor.
"DAMN!" She yelled. "You want to go on that date instead?"
"Oh you know I do," Cassidy said, "BUT, he wants to go with you, SO, that means I need to get you prepped."
"Prepped?" She asked, cocking her head and raising an eyebrow.
"Perfect outfit…perfect look, perfect everything!" Cassidy said, with a smile.
"Oh jesus…" She mumbled, then sighing and falling back into her bed.
-Downstairs-
"Just…I don't get it," Phil said, laying down on the couch. "That Blake guy looked like a total douche…"
"And how does that make you feel?" Colt, who was sitting on the chair next to the couch, asked him.
"I just don't get why she wants to go on a date…and with him!" Phil exclaimed, sitting up.
"Did you ever think maybe that he might just be a REALLY nice guy?" Colt asked.
"He can't be!" Phil said immediately after.
"Why? Why can't he be a nice guy?" Colt asked him.
"Because…" Phil began, but paused for a moment and thought. "He just can't!"
"It's not because he wants Emma…is it?" Colt asked.
"He's just trouble, I just know it," Phil said.
"You didn't answer the question…" Colt said. Phil just looked at him, and Colt sighed. "Now, again, why do you REALLY think he's a douche?"
"I work in the WWE," Phil said. "Trust me, I know a douche bag when I see one."
"Alrighty then…" Colt said, then sighing. "I think you're just scared that Emma will end up heartbroken…and the fact your only child is going on her first date makes you feel old, which you can't stand."
"You're completely wrong," Phil said, with a little snicker as well. "That's not it."
"Then what is it then?" Colt asked.
Phil opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. Then, his eyes popped open as he realized it.
"Oh shit…" He mumbled, then looked hard at Colt. "You're right."
-Upstairs-
"How about this dress?" Cassidy asked, pulling out this red dress Emma's mom had gotten her from her closet.
"How about I throw up?" She asked, looking up from her laptop, then making a gagging noise.
"Alright, fine," Cassidy said, throwing it on the floor. "How about this one?"
"Mind picking that up?" Emma asked, looking at the dress on the floor.
"I'll do it later," She said, as Emma rolled my eyes. "Now, how about this one?" Cassidy asked, holding up this blue one that her mom also had gotten her two years ago for 5th grade graduation.
"Why do I have to wear a dress?" Emma asked, closing her laptop and standing up, then crossing her arms at her.
"Because dresses are classy, and you want to look classy for Blake!" Cassidy said.
"Actually, no, I don't," Emma corrected her.
"Well how do you want to look then?" She asked.
"I wanna look like ME, not someone….not me," Emma said, with a shrug.
"So…you wanna look casual for your date with Blake," Cassidy asked her, rather blankly, but a confused look on her face.
"Yeah, pretty much," Emma said as Cassidy sighed.
"Jesus women, you aren't getting a second date…" She rolled her eyes.
"I also don't want to look like a freaking raccoon with make-up on my face," Emma added.
"Let me work in silence!" Cassidy said, causing to roll her eyes, then flop back onto her bed.
She grabbed her laptop and opened it back up, then started reading a Justin Bieber fanfiction. Lately, she's been getting more into fanfiction after she heard some girls on the team talking about it, and she was currently addicted to this one about Justin falling in love with a girl who just happened to be homeless.
"ALRIGHT," Cassidy shouted a while later, which startled Emma.
"What now?" Emma asked her.
"White Skinny jeans, light red plaid button up shirts, white sneakers?" She asked, holding up the clothes.
"That's an awful lot of white down there…" Emma said, taking notice.
"You aren't on your period, are you?" She asked her.
"Nah, I don't get it until the last week of the month," Emma said.
"Good, then this will do!" Cassidy smiled, laying the clothes on my bed. Emma rolled her eyes, and went back to reading the fanfic. "Whatcha doing?"
"Reading this Justin Bieber fanfiction," Emma said. Through the corner of her eyes, Emma saw a smirk grow on Cassidy's face. "What?"
"Have you ever read a fanfiction about your dad?" She asked her.
"Why would people write fanfiction about my dad?" Emma asked.
"Because he's famous and has fans, and fans write fanfiction, hence the name," Cassidy said.
"But my dad's ugly! Why would people write fanfiction on him?" Emma asked, a disgusted look on her face.
"You'd be really surprised…" Cassidy said. "Come on, just look."
"Fine…" Emma said, going onto google and googling 'CM Punk fanfiction'. "But I swear I won't find- oh look I find something."
"Click on it!" Cassidy said, sitting on Emma's bed next to her.
Emma was hesitant, but shrugged and clicked it. It was a one-shot. From the title, Emma thought it seemed rather…weird, but then, she got it, and her eyes went wide open.
"You want to do WHAT to my dad in the bedroom!" She asked, a look of disgust on her face. She wanted to stop, but she kept reading.
-Downstairs-
"I really don't want her dating…" Phil sighed.
"Yeah, you've expressed that to me," Colt said, trying to watch NASCAR on the tv.
"I just-"
"AH!"
Phil was talking, but was interrupted by a scream from upstairs. Colt and Phil were quickly alert. They flashed each other a look, then they got off the couch and both ran upstairs together.
-Upstairs-
"Why would you want to do that with my dad!" Emma screamed in disgust, as Cassidy also had a disgusted look on her face.
Phil and Colt then busted into the bedroom, catching the girls by surprise.
"Everything okay!" Colt asked immediately.
"Uh…yeah," Emma said.
"Well why did you scream then? We could hear it all the way downstairs," Phil said.
Emma and Cassidy gave each other a look real quick, then looked back.
"We were on tumblr and saw a racy picture of Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez!" Cassidy shouted out of nowhere, getting disgusted looks out of Colt and Phil.
"Bieber?" Colt asked. "Ew…that's gross itself."
"No wonder you screamed," Phil said, but then he caught the clothes at the end of Emma's bed. "What's that?"
"Clothes for my date with Blake," Emma said, causing Phil's eyes to nearly pop open.
"Oh…you already have clothes picked out?" He asked her.
"No, Cassidy does," She said, looking at Cassidy, rolling her eyes. "She picked it all out."
"It'll look good!" Cassidy defended.
"Oh…well…okay, I'm getting Pizza for dinner, give it about an hour," Phil said.
"Alright," The girls both said, as Colt and Phil walked out.
-Downstairs-
The two guys were downstairs, and Phil leaned up against the wall and took his sling off and threw it to the ground, then just looked at Colt.
"You're my best friend, right?" Phil asked him.
"Yeah, why?" Colt asked him.
"I need you to go follow Emma and Blake next Friday night on their date," Phil said, as Colt's eyes popped open.
"You want me to break the trust me and Emma have and spy on her for you?" Colt asked, rather shocked.
"I'd do it, but that would ruin this whole father/daughter relationship we've slowly developed," Phil said.
"Did you even think that I had stuff to do Friday Night? Say…a JOB," Colt said.
"Oh, I'm sorry man, I didn't know you had an event to work," Phil said.
"Nah I don't have an event for a couple weeks," Colt said with a laugh, then got serious. "Don't you watch my Web Show? Creative really does have nothing for me."
"Oh," Phil said, "So…can you?" Colt just looked at him, then sighed.
"Fine…I'll spy on the two kids."