Friday 22nd July

Alexa couldn't keep the grin off her face as the cab drew nearer and nearer to its destination. She had cleared some time off with the office, deciding to take Phil up on his offer of an extended visit and was headed to his place in Chicago. She was hoping the time away would help her get her head around the whole 'Jon' situation.

After spending the previous day looking after the twins, she had attended the FCW tapings in the evening and he had avoided her the entire time, much to her annoyance. She had tried to corner him after the show but he had somehow managed to sneak out before she could find him. Several unanswered phone calls later, she finally gave up.

She wasn't entirely sure what she had been planning to say to him anyway, the kiss had confused the hell out of her. Even though she had tried to deny it, she knew she had feelings for him. That much was obvious. But she really didn't want a relationship right now and, more importantly, she didn't want to lose him as a friend.

The driver announced their arrival and she smiled, practically throwing some money at him before grabbing her bag and making her way over to the intercom. She rang the buzzer, keeping her finger pressed on the button until the familiar voice came through the speaker.

"What?"

"Let me in, you grumpy fucker." Alexa retorted with a laugh.

''Bitch.'' He replied.

After being buzzed in, she made her way up the stairs and was greeted by a beaming Phil standing in the doorway with his arms outstretched. She dropped her bag before stepping into his arms, enthusiastically hugging her old friend.

They broke apart after a few moments and he looked her over. ''Your face is looking better.'' He observed as he picked up her bag and beckoned her inside.

''Wish I could say the same about yours.'' She shot back with a smirk.

''Ha ha.'' He replied drolly.

''Dollface!"

Alexa spun around, finding Scott 'Colt Cabana' Colton bounding through the door that she had left open. He drew her into a bone-crushing hug, lifting her clean off the floor as she squealed. ''Scotty!"

She had known the two Chicagoans for almost ten years, meeting them shortly after arriving back in the US from Mexico in 2002. She was only seventeen and had just signed to Ring of Honor; both men had taken her under their wing and they soon became inseparable.

"Did you lose weight?" He questioned as he set her back down.

She rolled her eyes. ''I've already agreed to do the podcast, there's no need to try to butter me up.''

''I wasn't... Besides, I meant it in more of a 'you look like you need a good square meal' way.''

Her mouth dropped open and she let out a little laugh of disbelief. "I only lost a couple of pounds, you shit.''

''You did get a bit chubby after your injury.'' Phil added, stepping back slightly as the younger woman rounded on him.

''You cheeky fucker!'' She cried indignantly, placing her hands on her hips.

Scott watched on as the pair started bickering, an amused smile on his face. ''Ah, just like old times.''

Bitch, where are you?!

Alexa glanced down at Colby's message on the screen of her phone, suddenly feeling bad for not telling anybody where she was going.

Charming, as always, Lopez... I'm in Chicago.

What are you doing there?

Used some vacation time to visit some friends.

You suck.

''Who are you texting?'' Phil asked, glancing over at her from the end of the sofa.

''My crack dealer.'' She replied without looking up from her phone.

Colt snorted while the other man rolled his eyes. They had spent some time catching up before deciding to grab some pizza and spend the day curled up watching movies.

So, are you guys at the bar?

You know us so well...

You're all a bunch of alcoholics, it wasn't that hard to figure out.

Hey! Not all of us, I'm completely sober tonight.

Designated driver?

Yeah. Jon's totally wasted though, should be fun trying to drag him home.

Alexa bit her lip, wanting to ask if Jon had mentioned anything about what happened to Colby, but not wanting it to seem to obvious. He sent her another message before she had the chance.

Problem solved, he's just picked up some girl, I guess he's going home with her.

Her heart dropped and she let out a sigh, switching the phone off and dropping it down on the coffee table.

''What's wrong?''

Her eyes flickered across to Scott's and she shook her head, forcing out a smile. ''Nothing important.''

''You want a drink?'' Phil asked. ''There's some Red Bull in the fridge, I know it's your favourite.''

Her eyes narrowed. ''Sugar free?''

''Of course.''

Lips curling into a smile, she made her way over to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door. ''What the fuck...'' She swung the door closed before opening it again a few seconds later. ''Phil!"

The man in question joined her in the kitchen and a loud laugh escaped his lips when he realized what she was staring at. He reached past her, into the fridge, and pulled out the WWE Championship belt, hoisting it over his shoulder.

Alexa grabbed a can from the top shelf. ''I'm not even going to ask.''

"What? It looks nice next to my Pepsi..." He told her, a shit-eating grin on his face as he placed the title back into the fridge. ''Did you not see the photo I tweeted?''

''I haven't got Twitter, moron.''

Punk shook his head as he followed her out into the living area, the pair slipping back into their seats. ''You should get it.''

''Why? So I can see more pictures of your bedazzled fridge?'' She cocked an eyebrow.

Colt snorted and held his phone up. ''He's right, you should. That photo of the three of us has a shit load of comments asking why you're not on Twitter.''

Alexa squinted over, finding the highly unflattering selfie the three of them had taken a few hours before along with a caption; ColtCabana: the three amigos back together again! CMPunk & Sierra!

''Urgh! I can't believe people are actually seeing that, I look like a tramp.''

"Give yourself a bit of credit, you only look a little trampy."

''You would know.'' She fired back at Phil before reaching over and picking up her phone. ''You know what, I will get a Twitter. It just means I have another way to annoy you.''

''Bring it.''

Sierra

RealSierra

I don't charge by the hour, I charge by the awesome. Which makes me expensive, but also - and this is critical - awesome.

Tampa, Florida

RealSierra: Shit, I'm on Twitter you guys!

''You're such an idiot.'' Phil scoffed as he read her mini-profile. ''Also, not sure if you should be swearing...''

mikethemiz: RealSierra you'll never be as awesome as me... get your own catchphrase!

IAmJericho: Uh oh, RealSierra is on Twitter, this can't be a good thing.

ColtCabana: Hey guys, my sister from another mister RealSierra has just joined Twitter, be nice!

Alexa glanced down at her iPhone, a snort escaping her as she looked over at Scott. ''Sister from another mister?''