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"You got a fucking hard-on while watching Evil Dead? Dude!"
"Shut the fuck up, I saidI got one while I was … imagining I was with her –"
"Like a wet dream?"
"Yeah, but I wasn't sleeping and I didn't cum, you doughnut."
"Dude, that's hilarious. You needed to stick that boner somewhere though."
"She's already with someone, godamnit. You're so fucking vile sometimes."
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because she's asleep!"
"You did bed her! You are such a liar."
"No, when I went to go sort out my .. she fell asleep in my bed. God knows why she didn't just fuck off to her boyfriend's room."
"Who is she with?"
"I'm not telling you Scott."
"Are you definitely sure she's with someone?"
"Well I definitely saw her suck someone's face off, look I'll speak to you later, I'm gonna head off."
"Alright man, actually go to sleep don't just stare at her like a pervert."
"You know me too well." Punk smirked.
"Night Bruce."
Punk ended the call, embarrassment had consumed him and he didn't think he could face Phoebe in the morning. He was never one of those people that gave a shit about what anyone else thinks, but when something like that does happen in front of a girl you like, you suddenly wish the ground would just swallow you up. Punk genuinely felt like committing. He felt so humiliated he knew it would be easier to not see Phoebe ever again than to come face to face with her the following morning. His gaze landed on the bed, her chest rising, snoring softly in a rhythmic pattern. He erased any feelings of shame and slipped back into the warm bed, sitting up as he leaned against the headboard. He prayed to God that she wouldn't tell anyone, he didn't think that she was the type of person to run her mouth. Just as he was about to close his eyes he heard his phone vibrate on the bedside table.
Hey Phil, you okay? You seemed pretty pissed earlier? Just wanted to make sure if you were okay – April
Punk couldn't help but grin; he had been watching AJ for a while now, she was the most talked about spunky female wrestler, her name was on everyone's lips. AJ was by far the best woman he had ever seen wrestle in the ring so to be working with her and Bryan in a storyline was fine by him. Punk thought she was cute, really cute with an exceptional taste in comic books, the two had clicked instantly and that was very very rare.
I'm great, thanks for asking. Why are you awake, we have rehearsal's tomorrow. Insomnia isn't for everyone you know? – Punk
Just couldn't sleep, I can't wait to work with you tomorrow. I've been waiting for this day for ages! – April
Something on your mind? I can't wait either ;) – Punk
I'll tell you tomorrow, I just wanted to text to see if you were doing okay, goodnight Phillip ;) – April
Punk began to wonder what AJ wanted to tell him, as he let his mind wander the fatigue slowly took over him as he fell into a deep slumber next to Phoebe, her face being the last thing on his mind.
She immediately cursed herself for wearing work clothes, her skin tight tailored pants and sleeveless silk blouse were by far the most uncomfortable thing she had ever slept in, comfort was what she was craving right now. Once she removed the covers she felt her whole body grow cold, yet one look at Punk made her face grow hot. She could not believe what had happened last night after they finished watching Evil Dead; she thought it was absolutely adorable however the frustration of not knowing exactly what he was thinking had gotten the better of her. She was never going to let it go and that was a fact. She glanced at the clock beside her, 7:46am. It felt like she had absolutely no sleep at however the warmth radiating from the bed was drawing her back in. Phoebe turned to look at Punk. She had never seen him so peaceful, no mouthyness or sassiness, no smart ass remarks. His lips were parted, the piercing that adorned it glinting in the morning light. It was a surprise to her that Punk had been okay with her seeing him without his hair gelled back, so casual. It was completely alien to see him act so comfortable, it had made her feel relaxed and genuinely happy. Feeling the sleep leave her body she decided to get out of bed, a draft hitting her bare arms. Her attention turned towards the doors that led to the balcony, the bastard had left them open.
Her front pocket began to vibrate, fishing it out she beamed at the caller ID. "Morning, you."
"Morning, hey where are you? Why aren't you in your room?"
"Oh, I crashed at Punk's last night, are you outside my room?"
Phoebe heard the Nick grumble angry, an awkward silence had filled the end of the line, "Come on Nick, we're friends and we were having a movie night, we always do."
"I – just – don't – like – him." He hissed through the phone.
"I'll see you in a minute Nick, just wait there."
Phoebe put the phone down and sighed deeply. She understood why Nick was looking out for her, any friend would and the concern that he had for her was something she was alien to. It was strange for someone to tell you not to be friends with someone. Nick just didn't know what Punk was like, most people saw him for this moody, son of a bitch – because he is a moody, son of a bitch, but they never made an effort to actually get to know the guy underneath. They didn't want to get to know Phil Brooks.
Glancing back at the bed she wondered if it was wise to wake Punk up, probably not, she just didn't have the heart to wake him up. Searching for some paper she scribbled down a note, folding it she placed it on the bedside table next to his phone. The cuteness of it night replayed again in her mind, a smile appeared instantly. See you later Phil.
After saying her mental goodbye she broke into a sprint, god knows how long Nick had been waiting. She now realised that staying over in Punk's hotel room was a terrible mistake, she now realised that she was in desperate need to change her clothes and brush her teeth and probably a good shower. As she got closer she saw a blonde head in the distance. He was leaning against the door and Phoebe saw this as the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him. Inches away she placed both hands on either one of his eyes.
"Guess who?" she purred softly in his ear.
Without warning he grabbed hold of both her wrists, pinning her forcefully against the wall, he leaned in close his lips hovering her own. The temptation to kiss him was growing strong however having not brushed her teeth she felt self-conscious. She gently shoved his face out of her own, chuckling to herself.
"You don't happen to have any chewing gum, do you? Or a mint?"
Rolling his eyes, he searched his back pocket, handing Phoebe a strip of gum. "Thanks. Not had a moment to brush my teeth, sorry."
"TRAMP!" Nick bellowed, causing Phoebe to giggle.
She reached out for Nick's hand, linking it with her own, "Come on, you big goof."
"I don't think you realise how much I've missed you," Phoebe breathed, letting the coffee warm her inside, her hand was still intertwined with Nick's, her fingers tapped on his in a light rhythm. She loved the fact that the breakfast bar was practically empty, Nick was on the card tonight and knew he wouldn't be able to see her all day, except a cute, quiet morning meet up.
"I'm so sorry, Phoebe. You'll never know how sorry I am. You know I would never intentionally forget about you, or ignore you," Nick gave her an apologetic smile.
"You sound a lot like Punk, funny I'm willing to give you both a chance." Nick responded with a 'mhm' irritating Phoebe.
"So you're on the card tonight right?"
"Dolph versus Kofi." Sensing by his tone Phoebe knew he was being scheduled to lose.
"Creative have great plans for you Nick, just wait and see."
Nick's lips curled into a smile, "You're great Phoebe. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." The tone had shifted into all seriousness, they two had held an intense gaze at each other, Nick had this immense effect on her that would leave her breathless.
"So I was thinking, Matt's birthday is this Friday and we're all going to the club for a surprise bash, I was just wondering if you'd go with me, as my date. If you're free, you know, or you know you want to."
"Yes, I'd love to" Phoebe replied without hesitation.
The urge to grab his face at that minute and kiss him had grown, unleashing a beast within her. She was ashamed that almost hours ago she was feeling exactly the same about Punk and it was totally unfair, and regardless, she owed it to Nick to not let escalate. Why the fuck not? You and Punk will probably never happen, Nick is such a great guy.
"Nick, I don't want you to get your hopes up. I like you, a lot. I think you're so sexy and I know I keep saying this but I don't want this to ruin our friendship. I don't – "
"It's just a date, Phoebe. They'll be other r people there. You know, you have no idea how sexy you are, you should see the way guys look at you, the way Punk looks at you – "
"Shut up Nick."
"Because I see the way you look at him too, the moment you got that job as his assistant you admired him and I stood by and watched you get your fucking heart broken."
"Nick –"
"I know you like him."
"I can't help the fact that I like two guys. You're both so great, me and Punk will never happen. I've come to terms with that."
"Phoebe I can't compete with him. I don't think I can do this, knowing I'm always going to come second, every single time over that bastard."
"Nick, stop it."
"I'm being serious Phoebe, you're so oblivious. I really do like you, always have. From the moment I met you I knew you were someone special, whether it be a friend or more than that."
There she was, breathless again. "Nick, I –"
"Maybe we shouldn't do this – "
She gave into her urges, crashing her lips against his, the taste of sour strawberries and fresh orange juice passed onto her and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. The perfect way to shut someone up, in Phoebe's opinion.
"Nick, godamnit I'm going as your date for Matt's birthday bananza whether you like it or not. Now eat your strawberries."
He blinked in disbelief, before silently stickling pieces of fruit into his mouth, smirking as he felt his lips tingle once again.
"He asked you out? That is so exciting!" AJ squealed jumping up and down, she had so much energy for such a short, little person it amazed her.
"Yeah, I can't wait to be honest. I've liked him for ages," Phoebe blushed.
"Speaking of liking people – I'm going to tell Phil I like him."
"That's great," Phoebe squeaked. The truth was, it wasn't. She liked April but she wasn't at all threatened by her regardless of her school girl crush on Punk. Phoebe couldn't tell her that she liked him, she knew AJ had her eyes on him for a long time and besides, she had already told her about Nick taking her out on Saturday.
"We need to go shopping for Friday?"
"Shopping? You? Really?"
"You bitches underestimate me." AJ sighed, the two were currently sat in the gym. Phoebe watched as April shuffled herself under the weight lifts. "Spot me please?"
Phoebe silently obliged and walked over, watching her toned muscles tense under the pressure. The more she thought about it the more it angered her, April was exactly Punk's type, of course Phoebe was passionate about watching wrestling however AJ was experiencing it, she was absolutely flawless and not to mention the both of them shared everything in common, form comics, to films, to bands. They complemented each other perfectly.
"Phoebe!" Phoebe shook out of her thoughts and realised AJ was struggling, Phoebe barely managed to lift off the weight however she felt extremely guilty.
"I am so so sorry April."
"Goddamnit Phoebe, what the fuck?"
"I'm sorry, erm," her attention turned towards the door as she noticed Kofi, Cena, Punk and Sheamus walk into the gym, "April now's your chance."
AJ's attention turned towards what Phoebe was talking about, "I can't go now. I'm all sweaty."
"He doesn't give a fuck about what you look like and for what it's worth, I think you're stunning." AJ's face softened into a smile, quickly checking her appearance in the mirror, wiping the sweat off of her brow she skipped towards Punk. Phoebe watched in exasperation as she saw AJ twirl her hair, batting her eyelashes at Punk, there was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach however she knew it was wrong for her to feel like this, she had a date with Nick for god sake. Punk glanced at Phoebe who stared at both of them in the distance, he gave her a quick smirk before turning his attention back to AJ, she couldn't lip read but Phoebe could pretty much tell when AJ told Punk about her feelings. She watched his eyes widen and his eyebrows raised, he first scratched his beard then his neck. A couple of moments later AJ returned back to Phoebe, unable to read her face.
"We're leaving." April spoke abruptly.
"What happened?"
"I said, we're leaving."
Phoebe watched AJ speed walk away from her, she stood in bemusement, truthfully she didn't like the fact that AJ had a thing for Punk however seeing her react like this was not what she wanted. Phoebe glanced back at Punk who had just jumped onto a cross trainer, she casually walked up to him and leaned against the opposite mirror, his face beamed as she grinned back.
"Thanks for the note this morning, I don't appreciate waking up alone," Punk joked.
"Not used to one night stands? Shocking."
"Straight-edge. It's in my blood, bitch."
"Erm, Punk. What was that?"
"What was what?"
"With April, just then?"
"That's none of your business." Punk spoke flatly.
"Are you kidding me right now? She's my friend, she told me what she was going to tell you and now she's fucking pissed for some reason, what did you say to her?"
Sighing heavily, Punk stopped his machine, "I told her I wasn't interested in her."
"What? Why?"
"Because I like someone else."
"Who?"
"Now that's none of your business."
Punk placed his Beats headphones back on his head, continuing with his exercise routine, now Phoebe was intrigued, who did Punk like? Did she know who this person was? Maybe he made it up because he didn't like AJ like that? Phoebe waved him goodbye and made her way back outside to see AJ shivering outside, a single tear rolled down her face. Without speaking she walked over and wrapped her arms around her, embracing her in a warm hug.
"Don't cry April. He'll come around, don't worry."
"You can't make someone like you, it's just impossible."
"Isn't it Matt's birthday bash this Friday?"
"Yeah?" AJ sniffled.
"Well, we're going shopping on Thursday and we're going to make Punk eat his words. Now what do you say?"
AJ peaked up at Phoebe, her lashes wet with tears. She was convinced that the person that Punk liked was Phoebe, however if that was the case Phoebe seemed to have been oblivious, she had never been so glad to have her as a friend. She could only nod as she knew that if she spoke all that would come out would be sobs. AJ was certainly not the crying type however seeing her so vulnerable and weak showed Phoebe what effect Punk had on women, he was a heartbreaker, a lady killer. She knew at that moment she was obliged to hate him however it seemed to have done the opposite effect, she had found him ten times more attractive and couldn't resist getting a quick peak at Punk's bare chest, muscles, everything. It definitely was the bad boy personna that he pulled off so well.
Smackdown was in an hour and Phoebe had tons of time to kill, everyone was preparing for their match and god knows where Punk was, she decided on doing a full circle around the arena checking out the hustling and bustling that went on backstage. It felt good to not have work for once, since she had been working constantly for months and although she loved it, everyone needed a break at some point. She was excited to see Punk and Bryan have a match, something for the indie fans as well as the WWE fans, they were both incredible in the ring and for it to be on Friday Night Smackdown would certainly do wonders for the ratings. She walked past to Stephanie's office, who seemed to be working away hard at her desk, Phoebe didn't want to disturb her and carried on walking away until she heard her name being called.
"Phoebe? Could you come here please?" Intrigued she walked back and stepped into the room to see Stephanie stood by the door, making sure no one was around she closed the door shut and locked it securely.
"Phoebe? You're my best writer on the team."
"Thank you Stephanie," she replied flattered.
"Now, as you know Raw 1,000 is coming up and as you know the Rock is being scheduled to make an appearance which leads to Punk's heel turn, yes?"
"Yes?" The Rock? How fucking fantastic.
"Right well, we can't just have the Rock, we're gonna need something more, something exciting, something extreme."
"So what do you propose?" Phoebe's intrigue increased and wanted to know what Stephanie was getting at.
"I want to bring Lita to the Raw 1,000 episode."
Phoebe stepped back, hoping she heard her right. Did she just say that, she wanted Lita to be on Raw? Did she not know what happened to Punk last summer? He was still getting over her godamnit. If Stephanie was thinking of bringing her back she was out of her mind.
"You can't Steph. Sorry, I'm putting my foot down. Punk will be livid. You can't."
"I know I know, it's just, she'd be perfect. Especially with Heath's storyline at the moment, it would be the best to bring her back you know. She legitimately revolutionised the Diva's division."
"Stephanie I'm sorry, I just can't let you do that, why did you bring me in here alone anyway? You're not thinking of pitching this to the Board are you?" Phoebe could not keep the disgust out of her voice, she couldn't believe she was even insinuating this.
"Well, now that I've heard your opinion, I don't think it's wise."
"No Steph, It isn't. Unless you want a death wish from Punk, I really wouldn't recommend it. Now if you will excuse me," Phoebe left the room without saying goodbye, regardless of Stephanie's attempts she hastily made her exit. Sh couldn't believe what she just heard however was more than glad she confided in her first instead of suggesting it to the board or even Vince. Vince showed no mercy and probably would have gone with it regardless of Punk's history with her. The mere mention of her name angered Phoebe and had the sudden urge to see Punk. At times her heart ached for him, Punk would never know but couldn't imagine how he would feel if the powers above decided on bringing Amy to the Raw 1,000. Increasing her speed she eventually found Punk's room, knocking rapidly she received no answer. Knocked again, and no answer. Phoebe assumed that he wasn't in his room however as she was about to walk away she heard a chair being knocked over. She stepped back towards the door hesitantly she took hold of the handle, turning it she stepped into the room.
Her eyes widened, her heart stopping for just a second. She watched as Punk's hands settled on AJ's ass, cupping it softly; her hands were tangled in his ungelled hair, combing through the thin strands. She watched the both of them kiss passionately, sharing an intense lip lock. Phoebe tried to make a quick escape however the two broke apart and suddenly everything became uncomfortable.
"Erm, I'm really sorry I didn't mean to interrupt, I erm – just really needed to tell Punk that he has a meeting with creative in Stamford next Wednesday, it's about Raw 1,000." Phoebe thought it was a good enough excuse however her eyes had met Punk's olive green ones, and she suddenly felt as if they were the only two people on Earth. His eyes softened, almost apologetic, what did he have to apologize for, him and AJ were perfect together, Phoebe turned away not knowing where else to look.
"I can't wait to see what you guys have planned for Raw 1,000."
"It's ages away April, but you know we've got to start now."
"I hope I'm in it," AJ winked, if only she knew Phoebe thought.
"Phoebe knows what she's doing," Punk smirked in her direction, their eyes meeting again this time Phoebe grinned back.
"I'll leave you guys to it, sorry I interrupted," she sent a wink to AJ and closed the door behind her, the smile on her face began to ache and the sudden urge to punch someone had erupted inside of her. She didn't understand where the feeling of affection towards Punk came from? She like Nick, Nick was the guy that was taking her out on Friday, Nick was the one that actually liked her in that way. Punk wasn't her guy, she wasn't what Punk wanted clearly. She needed to compose herself, remove any feelings she had for Punk because he was officially now with AJ, and there was nothing she could do about it.