A bit short, but I guess I thought I'd update for you lovelies, thanks again to wolviegurl, 440girl, Crazy WiAtch, RochelleCO4, velociraptor4659, angelsdee327, and the two guests, the reviews were fantastic I love you guys, hope this doesn't disappoint, it's a bit of a filler, and you guys must be tired of waiting but don't worry guys, it'll happen, just keep reading, thank you guys, have fun and I hope you're all watching Hell In A Cell tonight

But she said he wasn't interested.

"Anybody got anything else for the next pay per view?"

She was sure that Punk wasn't looking for anything at the moment, I mean, AJ was his type but still.

"How about putting Zack Ryder in a match?"

Him and AJ were fucking perfect together, I have Nick, beautiful, sexy, intelligent Nick.

"Who is going to fight Zack Ryder? No one wants to see Zack Ryder!"

Punk was charming, his smirk, his charm, his lip ring smirk, his torso, arms, v lines, everything about him turned Phoebe on.

"Zack Ryder deserved a match, Kane? Give him a chance Stephanie, he lost the US title way too quickly."

Phoebe's pencil tapped against the glass paned table in an irritating pattern, silence had engulfed Stephanie's office as they began scribbling ideas for the Over The Limit pay per view. Both main events had already been established, Daniel Bryan versus CM Punk as well as John Cena versus Laurinaitis, couple minutes prior someone had suggested a 20 man Battle Royale with the chance of winning the Intercontinental or United States Championship. The tag-team match had been decided as well as the Divas and World Heavyweight title shot matches. There were still 4 more matches that needed to be added on card. Phoebe's mind was elsewhere and it had frustrated her that all she could think about was the kiss shared between April and Punk.

"If nobody has any another bright ideas I suggest you brainstorm some for the next meeting, we'll share them before we get started on the scripts for Raw 1,000." The silence was thick, the meeting that afternoon had not gone well and each of them had left without saying so much as a goodbye. "Come on, get out, the meetings over."

"Phoebe, are you okay? I asked you a question and you just blanked me?"

April was stood in front of the full length mirror in the changing room, trying on various dresses all of them extremely short, making her look sexy, sexy for Punk. The one she was currently wearing showed way too much cleavage for her liking however Phoebe idly watched as she twirled around. She couldn't get enough of the backstage politics that Stephanie had going on in the creative department, they had absolutely no respect for the talent, which disgusted Phoebe. And then there was her crush on Punk as well as Nick, she knew she couldn't like two guys at the same time, it just wasn't fair and April admired Punk so much she could do this to her. She couldn't reveal her feelings about him to anyone, especially AJ.

"I like the red strapless one, it suits your skin tone and it looks so great on you."

"Have you decided on which one you like?"

Phoebe had a selection, she wasn't one to go out and party. She generally never really wanted to, getting drunk was never her scene however her friends seemed to have the opposite mentality. Maybe it would do her some good, her mind had been working overtime, Stephanie nagging her for scripts, deadlines, pay per view finalisations, her confused feelings towards Punk and Nick. She couldn't do or say anything, she just didn't have the heart to. AJ was going to Matt's party with Punk and she was ecstatic, her crush had increased and Phoebe was worried that Punk was feeling the exact same. Guilt would then prick her as she knew what a great guy Nick was, she also wanted to look good for him, if AJ was then it was only fair she'd give Nick a treat.

"Yeah, come on, I need shoes, I wish I could pull of converse like you do."

"Most people can, but you look amazing with heels so, I think you should go with heels, we all know how you like .. heels."

Phoebe snorted, "You're such a goddamn nerd. If I'm not mistaken, your guy is the ultimate heel, heeliest of heels."

"Hey, I was just talking about shoes."

April decided on getting a quick workout which meant that Phoebe made her way back towards the hotel by herself. She was fine with that until it had started to rain, at first light droplets began to tap against the pavement and then harder it came. Phoebe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was surprised she didn't expect this to happen, she felt as though her friendship with AJ was fake, she cared for her yet here she was hating the fact that she was with Punk, the situation with Stephanie and creative was driving her crazy, her hair began sticking to her face, her t-shirt slung to her chest, her cardigan and skirt were so soaked it was like she had just stood under a shower. Her teeth began to chatter, goosebumps rose all over her arms, everything suddenly came over her and she could feel tears forcing out of her, streaming down her face that was already wet from the rain. She felt so incredibly overwhelmed maybe she needed to cry. Forcing a couple of steps she crouched sat herself down on a stair step and let all of her emotions out. Nostalgic memories, memories of her first love, Punk, Nick, memories of the last time it had rained like this, when she was in Chicago to see Punk.

"Phoebe?"

Who was this?

She looked up to see the same man she had just been thinking about, the same man that just wouldn't get off of her mind, slick back hair and not a strand out of place, his face was wet as well as hers but he knew she was crying. Her eyes were glossy and red and shone even when she looked up at him when giving him a weak smile, just looking at him made Phoebe beam. He was drenched and soaked just like he was however there was concern written all over his face, his brows knitting closer together as he saw her saw vulnerable crouched on the floor.

"Hey."

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

You. All you, I hate you. I hat your stupid smile, I hate the fact that you're with AJ, I hate your perfect face, your perfect body, perfect personality, I hate how AJ had gotten to you first, attracted you first.

"Time of the month I guess, I really hate the rain," It wasn't a lie, just wasn't the whole truth, Punk didn't seem overly convinced however he took it nonetheless.

"Come on, I was just gonna text you when I got back to the hotel if you wanted to catch a movie but you're here so, if you're up for it - "

"I'm always up for a movie with you, you doughnut."

Without hesitation Punk grabbed Phoebe's bags and carried them all the way to the hotel, the rain hadn't stopped and Phoebe was shivering. She was in a dire need for a warm shower, she turned to look at Punk he seemed to be unaffected, and was happy with how the weather was. When they had gotten to his hotel room Phoebe had the urge to crawl into his bed yet Punk stripped down his wet hoodie and shirt, revealing him topless, Phoebe felt her whole flush red and turned around. Punk rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but grin at the effect he had on her.

"You might wanna take off your clothes too, or else you'll be freezing and uncomfortable throughout the whole film."

Phoebe turned back around and blinked a couple of times until she saw him smirking at her, she was glad that he was now fully dressed yet she never got bored of seeing his bare chest. He was right though, she needed a change of clothing; Punk sensed what she was thinking about and grabbed a shirt and a fleece jacket from his suitcase.

"You are such a gem, thank you so much."

She squelched her way towards the bathroom and grinned as she shut the door behind her. Punk could only let his imagination wander, this wasn't the first time he had seen her with her hair wet and stuck to her face, or mascara running down her face. He wanted to ask again why she was crying yet didn't want to upset her again. He had already picked a film for them to watch, just as he had finished setting up the film the bathroom door had opened. Punk's mouth dropped and his eyes widened in admiration. The shirt was long and big, as well as the fleece jumper, but it had only stopped mid-thigh, he didn't think he had anything that would fit her on her legs, he travelled light and had never been so glad in his life. His gaze never left her legs, they were so flawless, light, olive skin with tattoos that adorned her legs, he had remembered the time she had shown him her ink however seeing her legs so bare had done something to him inside. Her hair was now dry and make up free, she was even more stunning, even sexier, even more flawless.

"You trying to catch flies Punk?"

She walked over towards the radiator and placed her clothes on them, her shoes underneath. Punk admired the back of her, the way her ass shaped his shirt, her legs from behind, she was very petite, in high and in weight. Petite like April, with muscles that defined her profession. He loved the fact that Phoebe looked so delicate and fragile, however he liked April a lot. He admired both women, did he really like both women the same way? The more time he had been spending with Phoebe the more he had gotten to know her, admire her, actually really like her.

She returned to join him on the bed, her legs crossed over and he started playing the movie, a British horror he had come across while he was doing a UK tour, Hush - Phoebe had told him that she had seen the film and was impressed by his choice. Punk had remembered Phoebe telling him one time that she wanted to go to England exploring and sightseeing. As the film started she had snuggled closer, her legs were still prickled with goosebumps and she was still shivering.

"Maybe I should've given you some pants."

"Now where's the fun in that?" Phoebe winked.

"You're such a fucking flirt."

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it."

"You're the fucking flirt."

"How am I a flirt?"

"You can't stop staring at my legs."

"That just means I'm a pervert." Punk shrugged while Phoebe couldn't help but blush since he didn't even deny it, he seemed so calm and collected otherwise.

"So, what's in the bag?"

"Mhm? Oh, for tomorrow night, Matt's birthday."

"You going to look sexy for Nick?"

Punk winked at her as he saw Phoebe squirming uncomfortably.

"Yeah I guess, I mean, I'm not really looking for anything, well I'm not sure what I want. Me and Nick aren't really, I mean, yeah I'm going as his date tomorrow but we're just trying this out. He's my friend you know, and yeah I've had a crush on him for so long and now that's it's happened I'm just really not sure. Both of us aren't really sure, but just when we kiss Punk, it's amazing, fireworks I can't even describe."

"You know, if you're not sure you really shouldn't me date I mean, if you know you want to date someone and be with them 100% sure then you should."

"Shouldn't you be using your own advice?"

Punk shifted slightly, "What are you talking about?"

"April."

Punk didn't answer and tried concentrating on the film, he could see Phoebe out of the corner of his eye trying to get his attention, however he tried his best to block her out.

"She told me that you weren't interested, and then what I find you fucking kissing in your changing room."

"I was just caught off guard I mean, I thought I liked someone else, turns out she's with someone and I'm 100% sure about dating her, she's a great girl and I like her." Phoebe wasn't at all convinced. "What is this? Are you jealous? Is that what this is?"

"You're lying, you're lying to me and you're lying to her and no I'm not fucking jealous."

"I am not lying, you're lying. Why don't you tell me why you were crying when I found you outside?"

"I told you why."

"Bullshit! Phoebe, just tell me what was wrong? What happened today, you're my friend I mean - you can tell me anything, look I'm sorry."

Phoebe watched the mood shift, his tone serious and wanting, "I'm just, I can't believe any of this sometimes you know. At one point I was low, so alone, I had no one and it gets to you, no man has ever shown interest me like Nick has, I've been hurt and I just I can't go through with it again Punk. I know Nick isn't like that but."

He couldn't help but feel even more intrigued about Phoebe's past love life, his heart softened when he saw her eyes glossy, "Even if it doesn't work out, he'll have been lucky to have you, because you're stunning, Phoebe. You're gorgeous and funny, and so smart. He's lucky to even be your friend, you know. You mean so much to him and me, and you know even I know you're worried about him hurting you but if he hurts you, I swear to God, I'll kick his ass, I'll actually hurt him ten times harder than he's hurt you, hypothetically speaking."

"You're such a pussy, Punk." Inside Phoebe could feel butterflies fluttering around her stomach, she didn't believe those compliments for a second, she admired his charm and although his only defence was sarcasm, Phoebe loved peeling back the layers of his bad boy exterior, revealing what she perceived to be the ideal boyfriend.

"Gee thanks. I won't compliment you again."

"I hope you and April work out, really I mean, she's been crushing on you for ages and I can't wait for you to see her tonight, she going to look amazing."

"I bet you're going to look amazing."

Punk's tattooed hand rested on Phoebe's knee he was so tempted on moving it higher and it didn't go unnoticed by Phoebe, she enjoyed the way it felt resting there, lightly squeezing.

"You and AJ are a great match I mean, you're perfect for each other."

"Where do you get that from?"

"You just have so much in common, you're always so flirtatious with each other and you just gel so well."

"That's true but I mean, she's not the only person I gel well with."

Phoebe didn't have to ask who he was talking about, her lips curled into a warm smile that he returned back, her hand travelled towards his and linking it with her own, they interlocked and she held onto it tightly. She couldn't look at Punk right now, she couldn't look him in the eye because she knew she'd just blush herself to death. Instead she rested her head against his shoulder, his other hand wrapped itself around her petite waist.

"Is she a good kisser?" she whispered softly, the movie still playing in the background.

"Why? Do you have a crush on her?" Punk smirked.

Her hands let go of his, a hand wrapping themselves around his neck the other winding its way into his hair as she pulled him closer. She pulled her face back enough so she could look into his eyes, olive hazel looking into hers intently, she saw that he was intrigued and he was in awe of her. His lips were already parted, a part of her was hoping he'd push her away so that she'd come to his senses yet she knew now that he wanted this as much as her. He was mesmerised by her face, stunning, pure, flawless, her lips were pink, her face bright and white from no makeup. He wanted to bury his nose in her hair, inhale the apple scent. His eyes slowly closed and she took this as a cue to lean in -

Knock knock.

"Ignore it," Punk breathed, as soon as she said it the knocking continued.

"Phil I know you're in there I can hear you watching a movie or you're murdering someone, it scares me that it could actually be either one."

"April," Phoebe mouthed. Her eyes widened in shock and guilt, she recoiled herself from Punk and shifted away; he looked at her hoping she would at least say something about what had just happened. After a couple of minutes he made his way towards the door, flinging it open to see April, by the time she had walked in Phoebe was already stood by the radiator warming her backside.

"Hey girlfriend." Phoebe groaned inwardly.

"Hey you."

"You and Punk are watching a film and you didn't invite me, you bitch."

Phoebe knew she was joking but all same she still felt guilt, so guilt she had almost kissed Punk, the guy she her closest girl friend had been crushing on, Punk stood behind her, looking just as guilty as Phoebe was feeling.

"Sorry, I'll erm, I'll go."

Phoebe was about to grab all of the clothes on the radiator until she felt AJ's hand rest on her wrist, "I was joking you, idiot."

April had already made herself comfortable on Punk's bed nestling herself in the middle of it, Punk avoided Phoebe's gaze and plopped onto the bed next to AJ throwing his arm around her shoulder. Phoebe hesitantly sat next to April, this isn't what she wanted but maybe it was best that April had interrupted them. She had to remind herself that April liked Punk and that Punk actually like April, and she was supposed to be on a date with Nick tomorrow godamnit.

"Hey Phoebs, wanna get ready tomorrow night? I'll introduce you to some of the girls?"

"Sure," Phoebe squeaked.

She turned took at her, she felt terrible, awful, so guilty. What the fuck was she doing? This was so wrong, god knows what she would've done if she actually kissed Punk, if it had led to anymore more. How would she face Nick tomorrow? How would she face April? Phil. Phil was just a part of this as she was and he was sat there, cool as a goddamn cucumber and she was a quivering mess. She couldn't believe that he had this effect on her, she swore to herself that she wasn't going to do anything, neither her, nor Punk, Nick and April were in a relationship, nothing was exclusive as of yet, but Phoebe knew tha it was just as bad as them even being in a committed relationship. Someone was just going to get hurt, she swore to herself that she wasn't going to hurt anybody, no one was ever going to know because she would be happy with Nick, she would have to be.