a little shorter than usual but thanks for all the reviews, apologies for all the dialogue and the slow pace of the story but it'll pick up again, I promise don't bite my head off :))))))

"Amy, will you marry me?"

Punk was down on one knee in the tattoo parlour, soft, red velvet box in his hand, that contained The Forever Diamond 18 carat white gold and ¾ carat diamond ring – the parlour had been transformed into a birthday party for Amy, he had remembered her saying once that if anyone had ever proposed than she would get there name tattooed on the ring finger, Chuck was there with his needle ready in hand and was more than happy to help seal the deal for Punk and Amy's relationship. The night couldn't have gone more perfect, Punk pulled out on all the stops that night and really turned on the romance factor.

There was always that 50/50 chance that she was going to say no, and the thought bugged Punk – not that he cared about Phoebe or what she had to say, but why did she say it in the first place? It was ridiculously random, just out of the blue after not speaking in 2 months, he wasn't lying when he said that he thought that Phoebe was in love with him but, what if she was right, Punk thought bitterly. Absurd, she doesn't know anything, she's clueless, stupid, idiotic, it was a known fact that Amy didn't like her either, perhaps Phoebe was really out to get him and his new fiancé.

The moment she left, Punk felt the anger boil over and replace itself with anxiety – that was until he saw the love of his life, wearing a simple Minor Threat shirt and knee length skirt with sneakers, minimal make up but simply flawless, perfection.

Punk would never forget the way Amy's face lit up when he had gotten the box from out of his jeans pocket, and when he opened it, she was completely transformed, a smile wider than a Cheshire's cat, just that 3 letter word Amy, just say it –

"Yes. Yes Punk, I'll marry you." Punk wasted little time, and placed the ring on her shaky finger, her whole body began to shake – she was crying but she still flashed him that million dollar smile.

I'm the luckiest man alive, Punk thought to himself.

Amy remained quiet, still processing everything that had happened tonight – honest to god she had no idea that this was going to happen, how could it have gotten this far. She knew Phil wasn't into the idea of marriage, she got that message a long time ago but never in a million years was she expecting this. The dinner, the flowers, the ring, the party – he had planned all of it and although Amy was feeling pretty overwhelmed, there was the un-desiring pain of guilt poking her. Her relationship with Matt had gotten serious. The other day he had suggested that Amy should dump Punk and move in with him – they would tour together, eat, drink, sleep, wake up with each other. It sounded perfect, but so did marrying Punk.

Phil's tattooed arm was draped over Amy's shoulder, her head nestled under his arm – It was snug and serene and she could hear a rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.

"Something, totally bizarre happened today."

"Mhm?" was all Amy could manage, as her attention turned towards Matt, who walking through the doors of the tattooed parlour, that bastard…But I'm engaged – he'll know, of course he'll find out tonight, godamnit.

"That bitch, Phoebe came to my hotel room today, and told me you were cheating on me, what a fucking cunt!"

"Yeah, what a cunt," Amy's voice was barely audible as she locked eyes with Matt, he had a plastered grin all over his face a gift in on hand and a Pepsi filled champagne flute in the other, her hands were underneath the table, the engagement ring hidden from sight.

"I'm so sick of her, you know? She's always around, just lurking like a fucking creep," Amy's eyes were still locked on Matt's, warmth and love had spread all over her body, just the sheer sight of him made her entire body tingle with excitement. What was are doing, you're engaged to Punk.

"You could always try and, get her fired?" Amy tore her eyes away from Matt and gazed at Punk.

"You cannot be serious? That's so – "

"She'd be gone, forever, away from us for the rest of our lives. She'll get the message and she won't annoy you anymore, simple."

"You're so fucked up, that's awful – but it could work."

"There you go," Punk placed his lips onto Amy's, he placed his hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss, she had suddenly forgotten all about Matt until –

"Hope we're not interrupting," Matt settled his champagne flute onto the table, along with his gift to Amy, behind him were Colt, Lars and Natalie.

"Actually, ya are."

Punk squeezed closer to Amy so everyone else could sit around the table. Everyone had already congratulated us but the guys couldn't contain there excitement. We knew you guys were gonna seal the deal. You guys are perfect for each other. Punk, you're the luckiest man in the world.

"Congratulations Amy, a birthday and engagement party? I should've bought two gifts," Matt smirked, he knew that Amy was squirming, she was feeling uncomfortable and guilty.

All of it would go away if you just broke it off with Punk, now you're engaged. Well done, Amy.

Phoebe knew what day it was, hence why she saw how nice Punk looked – he always looked nice. She had left the hotel, still smiling, still politely holding doors open for people. That was who she was, she was the most fucking polite person even if she was dying inside. Still plastering a smile because she could never let people know she was hurting. It made you weak and vulnerable Phoebe-sweetie her father always said. Father, never a Dad.

"Dolph."

She said into her phone. "It's me, Phoebe." She said sniffling, eyes filled with tears. She was finally in the comfort of her hotel room. "Please, can you come down to my room?" She asked. "Thank you." She said ending the call and throwing her phone down across the wall, watching it shatter. She was an emotional wreck, heart was beyond the point of broken. Her head wouldn't stop pounding, as if someone inside was hammering away at her skull. She was 100% done. A knock came at her door, she pulled it opened revealing Dolph.

"You rang? Oh hey, what's wrong?" Dolph asked stepping into the room. "What happened?" he asked shutting the door behind him, he noticed the mascara running down her face, even in the dark and the phone that lay broken on the bed.

"Punk." Phoebe's voice whimpered as she started to cry again. "I did it Dolph, I told him what I knew and he - ."

"Phoebe." Dolph said sympathetically, pulling her into a warm hug, she was cold, shivering – he had never seen her so vulnerable. "What did he say, what happened?" Dolph asked.

"He just laughed, said some things, don't really want to," she said pulling out of her Dolph's arms, shuddering as she stepped closer to the open window. "I'd never amount to anything, no one will ever want me etc." she laughed, using air quotes. "I can't believe , I ever cared for him." she screamed in anger.

"He's an asshole, everyone knows it – you cared because you're a great person, you're a wonderful, beautiful human being. It's gonna be okay, you just can't let him get to you," Dolph approached her, placing a hand behind her back trying to soothe her.

Phoebe sobbed silently, shaking her head.

"No. It's not going to be OK. He made a fucking fool out of me, he hates me and doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm a failure and unlovable. He made me feel like shit, worthless, like everything would be better if I wasn't around." Dolph looked at her friend sadly, he didn't know what the right words were, what he needed to say, he didn't how to comfort her. Clearly there was nothing at this point he could say that would make her feel better, he was feeling anger, what was going on with Punk, disrespectful bastard. He trusted Phoebe 100%, if Phoebe said that Amy was cheating on him with some guy then he believed her.

"I'm gonna kill him," Dolph spoke through gritted teeth, seething as he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Nick, no. I don't want you to get involved, understand? I'm just dropping it, I don't care what he does, what happens to him is not my problem but I just can't deal with it right now."

"So what are you gonna do now?" Dolph asked.

Phoebe wiped her tears. "I don't know, maybe take some time off."

Dolph's eyes grew wide. " Phoebe don't, you can't "

"I can."

Dolph shook his, shook her hoping it would put some sense into her. "Don't do this Phoebe, don't let him win! He's not fucking worth it!"

"I'm not letting him win, I'm just tired, I need a break. I'll come back Nick I'm not going to leave you .. I've just been really feeling like I need a break, I deserve it. I need to see some familiar faces, you're the only person I know that gives a shit and I just feel so alone. I've not slept in weeks, I need to, grow up. I was just never prepared for the real world, I didn't think it would be like this, some time away would do me some good, I think, I hope."

"I think you're making a really big mistake, at least think about what you're doing. Give it 2 more weeks, hand in your notice then, you never know you might get your big break from the Creative. Have hope Phoebe, you're a brilliant woman and you can't let haters get to you." Dolph winked, taking her hand in his.

"You're such a spoon."

"I can't believe you called me Nick, no one calls me Nick," with his spare hand, Dolph ran his thump across her cheek, wiping the tears.

"I'm sorry, I won't if you don't want me to."

Dolph pressed his lips against Phoebe's cheek, "Don't, I like it when you say my name."