New Chapter up guys, sorry it's taken so long...Real life y'know bleh!
Anyhoo, this chapter is Diva-centric just so you know...and as always I own nobody and nothing. Trust me if I owned ANY of the people in this story I would not be using my time to write about them.
'Punk?!'
Phil shook himself out of his stupor and looked around for the source of the voice that was calling his name, smiling when he saw the flash of pink hair that could only belong to one of his two favourite Divas.
'Nattie,' Punk laughed as he found himself enveloped in a hug from the young Canadian. 'What're you doing here babe? I've missed you.' Since Natalya was pretty much exclusive to SmackDown, Phil was surprised to see her make an appearance on Raw.
'Oh, there's some massive 8-diva tag tonight. Not sure why, I doubt creative even have a reason for it, but at least I get to tag with B.' The blondes eyes lit up as she talked about her girlfriend.
'Oh yeah – where's my best blonde at anyway?' Phil asked teasingly, earning a playful slap on the arm for his trouble.
'She's out in the ring with Eve I think, going through the finish for the match. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you.'
Punk kicked out the chair opposite him and grinned. 'What's up babe? Everything ok with you?'
Natalya sat down and took Phil's hand. 'It's not me I want to talk about.' She watched Phil's eyes narrow and squeezed his hand. 'What's up Phil? We're starting to worry about you – you've been far too quiet recently.'
Punk opened his mouth to deny that he'd been any such thing, but stopped at the look on the blondes determined face. 'Ok, don't look at me like that. Wait, who's we?' Raising an eyebrow, Phil continued 'I didn't think anyone paid that much attention to me – who've you been talking to Neidhart?' He asked with a grin, trying to lighten the mood of the discussion.
The young woman shook her head before replying. 'The trouble with you Phil is that you normally have so much to say that people can't help but notice when you stop talking. They're not used to having peace and quiet around you.' Before Punk could reply, the blonde continued. 'It's not just the guys around here either. I've had fans come up to me and ask why CM Punk isn't tweeting anymore y'know – the universe notices when you go quiet babe.'
When Phil thought about it, he hadn't even realised that he'd been neglecting his twitter recently. It just slipped down his list of priorities, especially since he was spending most of his free time where he'd normally be tweeting thinking about the Johnny issue. He sighed and squeezed Natties hand, smiling weakly across at her.
'Come on then. What's going on?' the Canadian asked.
Punk paused, deciding it couldn't hurt to get an outsiders perspective. At least he could guarantee that John hadn't slept with Natalya. He shook his head with a grin trying to shake that mental picture away.
'What?' The blonde asked sounding confused. 'What's funny?'
'Nothing, nothing,' Phil replied quickly – he definitely didn't need to have that conversation. 'OK, so Nattie, I need to ask you something. What do you think of Johnny?'
The 3rd generation Divas expression softened. 'Oh! Its boy trouble' she said, grinning as Phil blushed. 'Aw, you got a little crush there Punky?' Phil glared across at her, rolling his eyes when she raised her hands in mock surrender. 'Ok ok, sorry. Look Phil, you know I love you – you're like my brother, but guys are so not my area of expertise.' She stood up, scanning the room as thought searching for someone. 'Oh there she is. Lay! Hey, Layla! Come over here.'
Phil huffed in annoyance as the blonde waved the Brit over to where they were sitting before she jumped up from her chair, offering it to the brunette, who took it looking confused. 'Phil needs your help.' The Canadian explained. 'He's got boy trouble,' she said with a grin, going round to kiss Punk on the cheek. 'I'll see you later sexy,' she said, walking away. 'You too Punk,' she added with a wink, laughing at the expressions on both their faces as she left to find Beth.
Layla cleared her throat and smiled softly across at Punk. 'You still don't know what to do about Johnny huh?'
Phil chewed on his lip ring nervously. 'How…who told you?' He asked quietly.
The Brit bit her own lip shyly before answering. 'Actually, I overheard you talking to Dolph earlier. For what it's worth, I wouldn't completely discount Dolphs offer at the point – at least you know he really likes you. He's a cutie too. If I was –' she trailed off as Punk stood up in annoyance.
'If that's all the help you can be, then I'll be going now,' he said harshly, storming past the petite Diva who grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the seat next to her.
'OK sorry, that was none of my business…but that at least must show you how you feel about John – you don't even want to think about being with someone that isn't him. Am I right?' Layla asked, crossing her arms and grinning triumphantly.
Phil shrugged. 'I suppose so…but I just, I don't know if I can take the risk. I mean, I've heard such awful things about him. How do I know he's not gonna hurt me just like he's hurt everyone else?' He looked over at the brunette, silently begging her to give him an answer.
'You know I can't tell you that Phil – no-one can tell you that but Johnny. But I wouldn't listen to everything that the other guys tell you. It's not easy to be nice about someone when they've hurt you. It's easy to forget the good stuff and only remember the bad.' Lay smiled as Phil began to chew on his lip ring again. 'That's sexy y'know?'
'What is?' Phil asked, looking around, clearly oblivious to what he was doing. Layla shook her head, laughing.
'Nevermind. Look Phil, you know I can't tell you what to do…but I will say, if he's having this kind of effect on you then you must have some feelings for him. And that's not something you should give up on because of what other people say.'
Phil smiled and hugged the younger woman. 'Thanks Lay. I think you're right,' he said, standing up to leave.
'Course I'm right – I always am,' she said with a wink. 'Real Talk!' She laughed as Punk rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, both of them oblivious to the fact that he was being followed.
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