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Phoebe had spent the majority of the night with her eyes glued to the monitor, a headset nestled on her head intently watching all the matches scheduled for tonight's Raw. She paid extra attention towards Dolph Ziggler who stood by ringside, muscles bulging with a bubble butt that made Phoebe drool. The makeup hadn't done a great amount in terms of hiding the bruises and Michael Cole had been ordered to specifically tell the WWE audience that Dolph had gotten them during a house show, however he was still smiling, sexy grinning more like. The pair had met briefly after the show had ended in a quiet diner, hoping to discuss what had just happened moments before Monday Night Raw started.

"Why did you never say anything?" Dolph spoke softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You mean, why did I never tell you I liked you?"

"Yeah."

"You and Amy were doing so great, I didn't want to intefere and tell you I have the hots for you." Phoebe mumbled embarrassingly.

"You have the hots for me?" Nick smirked.

"You know I do, what happened Nick? Why didn't you say anything?"

"You and Punk were getting on so well, I just didn't want to intrude on a wonderful, beautiful friendship."

Phoebe noted the sarcasm dripping from his voice and scowled, "Don't avoid the question Nick."

It took a few minutes for Nick to compose himself, truth be told the breakup had been pretty clean with no tears however he couldn't help himself, frustration and sadness took over him. "There was no real reason, she kept making lame excuses like I was to athletic in bed and that it was lowering her self esteem. I kept trying to tell her how beautiful she is, we weren't in love but we were still pretty serious. I don't give a shit anymore but at the time I was just so irritated and angry..."

"I'm sorry, Nick. I really thought you two had something if not anything, she's acting like an idiot, I really wish she gave you a legit reason"

"So do I. But that kiss - "

"That kiss was amazing, it blew me away, Nick. I didn't realise how much I've been yearning for someone to want and hold me the way you just did. I understand if you don't want to start anything, I just - my lips are still tingling." Phoebe bit her lip in attempts to calm her steamy thoughts.

"Same. Phoebe, I, I don't really know what I want, because you're not some rebound that I want to bed and I'm afraid that, that is what you're going to think and honestly I'm afraid that it's going to be the truth."

"But the kiss - "

"Believe me, I've been meaning to do that for a while, I wanted it as much as you, I gave into temptation."

"So, what do you suggest we do? Nick, I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Neither do I, but you can't deny the electricity between us Phoebe." The two of them gazed at each other, searching for an answer. Neither one of them knew what to do and neither one of them wanted to ruin their friendship.

"How about dinner? We don't have to be exclusive, we don't have to do anything or label whatever this is yet, let me take you out."

"Date but not label it?"

"Yeah."

"So we're not … exclusive?"

"Is that not alright?"

"No it's good, that's good."

Nick didn't seem convinced however Phoebe was more than glad, she was still terribly confused as to where her head was at, she had kept her dirty thoughts about Punk to herself yet she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they were actually real. To have Punk hold her the way he would in her steamy fantasies, Dolph had similar qualities however whenever she made a mental list of comparisons in her head Punk always came up on top. But she could never put herself out there and it was most likely that Punk wasn't interested and probably never will be.

Her head rested on her pillow, after her meet up with Nick she flopped down onto the hotel bed, too lazy to change out of her work clothes. She enjoyed the quietness for a bit, that soon turned into an hour of repeatedly checking her phone for any messages off Punk. She hadn't received her usual sassy, sarcastic SMS from him and she had let her mind wonder into millions of possibilities. Where was he, why hasn't he texted, what is he doing, is he with someone. Initially she assumed that he was asleep then scoffed remembering that he would always refer to him as Bruce Wayne - "Bitch I'm Batman, Batman never sleeps."

Feeling restless she grabbed her cell and sent him a text, she felt incredibly stupid and idiotic and mostly like a silly school girl.

Where you at Punk? – Phoebe

The reply was lightning fast.

In your room. – Punk

Of course you are, I don't even know why I asked – Phoebe

Yeah, why did you? – Punk

So, you okay? – Phoebe

Peachy. – Punk

You sure you're alright? - Phoebe

I said I was fine, oh fucking my god - Punk

Phoebe felt anger flare inside her, she knew Punk was one moody son of a bitch, and realised that it was unlikely that Punk would tell her all of his problems, whatever they might be. Maybe Nick was right. No that's ridiculous. He's a jerk, a loveable jerk, an asshole and a dick to most people.

She wanted to know what was wrong, she wanted to know why Punk was acting like a dickweed. Hastily, Phoebe grabbed her room card key, her patience was wearing thin and her nosiness had gotten the better of her, slamming her door she went on a search to find his room. She wondered about asking Punk where he was staying but knew that it wasn't likely that he would tell her. She fished out her phone and texted Mike:

Mike hun, do you know what room Punk's staying in? – Phoebe

224, is everything alright babe? – Mike

Yeah, you know him and his mood swings – Phoebe

Gotchya hun - Mike

Phoebe found the room, hesitating before knocking on it; oh to hell with it, she raised her fist and tapped her knuckle gently on the door. She heard some shuffling on the other side and the door swung open, revealing a shirtless Punk in shorts with a middle parting in his hair.

"Yeah?"

Taken aback, Phoebe stepped into his room, his body imprinted into the bed with a comic book and his phone on the un-crumpled side.

"I wasn't interrupting anything, as I?" She asked coyly, her back turned.

"Not really, what are you doing here Phoebe?"

"Well I just wanted to see if you were alright – "

"I said I was fine." Punk huffed, she was taken aback by Punk's attitude towards her, was he irritated that I was here?

She raised her hands in mock defeat, "Wow, okay. Whatever, dick."

"Wait – stop - I'm sorry – Phoebe."

"Look, stop being a little bitch, alright? I thought we were friends, what's wrong Punk? I know when something's not right, I can see it on your face. Like you're angry at the world all the time, but like, have I done something to upset you? Tell me, don't just stew in here and treat the people that care about you like shit alright?"

Punk stared at her in disbelief; this wasn't something he was used to. Every single one of his friends knew when to leave him alone and knew not to say anything to him until he had passed his mood swings. He couldn't just tell her that he saw her kiss Nick, not when he had the urge to stab Nick repeatedly. He had to lie, he didn't want to.

"You didn't do anything, I was just pissed that you were talking to Nick. Which is dumb because I know he's your friend, I mean I did give him a good beating," I would've done a lot worse, Punk thought bitterly. It wasn't a total lie, half the truth.

"I'm – I'm sorry Punk. I didn't think that would upset you. I – "

"It's fine really, I'm not angry at you, just pissed at him and myself really."

Phoebe bit down on her tongue, she couldn't tell him that Nick kissed her – he'd go fucking apeshit if he knew, she felt somewhat guilty and couldn't comprehend why.

Punk observed Phoebe, she was deep in thought and he wondered whether she would tell him, probably not, her personal life wasn't any of his business yet it still stung that she didn't even mention it.

"I'm sorry for making you feel like this, I hate to think that it was me that made you feel shitty," Phoebe apologized, her face was distraught and it pulled Punk at his heartstrings. What has this woman done to me?

"You really don't need to apologise, I'm feeling better now that you're hear anyway. Thanks for coming by, I don't have many friends that care for me like you do," Punk grinned, genuinely meaning every single world.

"Good stuff, sorry I called you a bitch."

"I believe you called me a dick as well."

"That's because you are one."

"Ouch."

The pair smirked at each other from across the room, and fell into an uncomfortable silence. Phoebe knew at some point she would have to mention the kiss that her and Nick shared however for now she enjoyed the cute moment she was having with Punk.

"You tired?" Punk was first to break the silence.

"Not really, what were you thinking?"

"How about a film?"

"You read my mind."

Punk and Phoebe sat on the soft hotel room carpet, the room was pitch black setting the mood for the horror movies they had planned for tonight, Punk had chosen the film and settled for Evil Dead. Phoebe proudly showed Punk her Ash tattoo that adorned her upper thigh. Punk loved the fact that she had ink and was surprised that she hadn't mentioned the fact that she had tattoos before. In all honestly he admired how beautiful her legs where, she wasn't tall or small, just perfect.

"Any other tats?"

"They're in very intimate places," Phoebe winked flirtatiously. Punk didn't say anything more on it, letting his imagination run wild.

The two laughed as they watched Ash saw a woman in half, 1970's horror could never be beaten even with the ketchup like blood that splattered the screen. Even shoulder to shoulder Punk still felt like this was incredibly intimate, he didn't want to think about what Nick and Phoebe had going on, he didn't even think they made a good pair, would the two of us make a good pair, Punk pondered. The film had come to an end with Ash screaming in terror, Phoebe's eyed glued to the screen.

"I cannot believe you've never seen this."

"Neither can I," Phoebe breathed, Punk chuckled and turned his full attention towards her. He couldn't believe how much he admired her, she was the epitome of perfection and beauty. Was this lust? He couldn't be in love, it's too soon.

The way her hair cascaded over her face, smooth and silky like a waterfall as opposed to his greasy mop. Her eyes sparkled whenever she talked about her passions, writing, films, art, working for the WWE. Her eyes would shine, minimal make up, light, rose coloured lips. His hands snaked through her luscious hair, pulling her closer towards him. He pulled it slightly back just so he could look into the deep blue in her eyes, she glanced nervously at his lips, the ring that was pierced through shining through the darkness. He was mesmerised by her and couldn't quite believe how long it had taken him to realise what he was feeling. The smell of passion fruit shampoo wafted into his nose making it tingle with delight. He closed his eyes slowly and leaned in pressing his lips gently against hers, all his want, passion and admiration was shared between them in a delicate, heartfelt kiss. He devoured her, wanting to explore her body even more. He slipped his tongue between her parted lips and matting it with hers.

"Phil, are you alright?"

"Mhm?" Punk blinked a couple of times to see Phoebe looking at him strangely, what just happened?

"Erm, Punk?" Her gaze travelled down towards Punk's lap.

"What?"

"Erm," he looked down and saw what she was talking about, Punk felt like he was going to die of embarrassment, no wonder his shorts felt uncomfortable, it looked like his dick was going to rip them off. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it over his lower part, scowling in frustration as he saw Phoebe smirking at him.

"Care to share?"

"Fuck off."

Phoebe didn't want to pry but couldn't help but wonder what had gotten Punk so hot that he had managed to get a … Was it her? Because it couldn't have been the horror movie they had both just watched. Her cheeks burnt and she had never felt so grateful for the fact that they decided on watching the films in the dark. Punk waddled his way towards the bathroom leaving Phoebe to sit alone in the dark. She checked the time, 4:15am, sighing she didn't feel like going back to her hotel room and turned to look at Punk's bed. It was a kingside bed, the hotel room was extremely luxurious as opposed to hers. Giving into temptation she squealed and jumped onto it, wrapping the fluffy covers around her in a cocoon.

Punk emerged from the bathroom a couple minutes later, surprised to find that Phoebe was no longer sitting on the floor but snoring softly on his hotel bed. Her hair sprawled over the pillow, her arms reaching over to the other side, Punk didn't have the heart to wake her up and tell her to fuck off. Instead he drew back the covers, lying on his side. He didn't want to seem like a pervert, but all memory of him getting a boner right in front of her vanished. What the fuck was that? Why had that happened? He knew that it was too good to be true, she was with Nick, it hurt that she hadn't told him yet here he was admiring her.

Parted lips, long eyelash strokes resting on her cheeks, he was in awe, and she was fucking clueless.