"What the hell is this?" Elise asked, looking on at Punk and AJ, watching AJ sit up from being slouched into her brother, "Take your hands off her." She slapped Punks hands away from her friend, "You don't touch her." She warned him as Punk rolled his eyes.
"It's alright, Elise." AJ nodded, "It's ok." She said to her friend who stood with her hands on her hips, "We're..." She leaned into Punk, "We're ok." She nodded to her as Elise's arms dropped to either side of her body.
"You aren't..." She pointed back and forth to them, "You both haven't..." She raised her eyebrows, watching as AJ nodded, "Oh, AJ. No! No!" She yelled as Punk collapsed back on the couch, running his hands through his hair as AJ stood up.
"What?" AJ shook her head, "This isn't just him playing with me, alright. We're… we're in a relationship." She said as Elise turned to Punk.
"Can't keep your hands to yourself, can you? Always sleeping with my friends." She said.
"Uh, you're one to talk." AJ said, not even thinking as Elise turned to her quickly, eye balling her intensely from that quick sniper comment.
"What?" Punk said, "You've slept with one of my friends?" Punk raised his eyebrows.
"No." Elise said quickly, looking across at AJ, "No. I haven't." She spat, "He is just going to hurt you and hurt you, and when you need someone to cry to, don't expect to find me." She said, throwing the sweater she'd came to drop off at AJ, pushing Punk on the head roughly and storming out as Punk just collapsed on the couch on his stomach, pressing his cheek against the cushion and sighing.
"And this is what happens when you want to be around a guy like me." Punk said as AJ sighed, running her hands through her hair and looking over at him as he sulked like a teenager.
"Sit up." She said as he sat up, giving her space to sit down beside him, "I think we should get out of here." She turned to him as he laughed lightly.
"Oh, you're serious?" He asked.
"Deadly." AJ nodded, "I don't feel like I can… really concentrate on us when everyone around us hates you." She said, "Or in your father's case, hates me." She said, "Couldn't you just slip away for a week?" She asked, "I could put off classes at my studio." She told him as he scratched his head in thought.
"I don't know." Punk admitted, "It'll just make my dad even angrier when I get back. And plus, I have work to do." He told her honestly.
"We can think about what we can say to him when we're away." She said, "Please. I just do this for me. I can't… I feel like I can't get to know you or even try to when the only time you're around me is from 10pm onwards." She said, "Just… let me pack a bag. We can stop by yours and get some stuff, and then we can just drive somewhere." She said as he looked at her.
It did sound inviting. Going away for a week without his father in his ear. Without working or being at Invictus. And to top it off, spending a week with AJ the entire time. He'd be a fool to say no. He just knew it came with a lot of consequences. But that was love.
"Ok." He nodded quietly, "Ok, go pack a bag."
About an hour later, AJ had packed a bag, they had stopped by Punk's apartment to get some things and they were now on the road to an unknown destination. AJ didn't know what made her suggest leaving town for a week, but she just knew it was what they needed. How could they possibly talk or even think to themselves, when everyone around them was doing everything in their power to either split them up, or talk them into splitting up. She didn't want this to end before it started. Not because of his insensitive father and his dramatic sister, nor his idiotic friends and workers.
They found themselves in a small motel. Not too far from their places, but far enough away from everyone. It was peaceful and quiet. A lake streamed in front of the motel block with some benches around it to sit on and look out. It looked like their type of place.
"How many nights?" The receptionist asked, a sallow skinned, scary woman asked whilst sitting behind a desk, puffing on a cigarette as AJ stood beside Punk. Maybe a drive in motel wasn't their best option but it wasn't like they were going to go to a five star hotel.
Punk turned to AJ to confirm that she wanted to stay the full week, and she did, boy she did.
"Seven." Punk said, pulling out his wallet as the woman totalled the price up and got a key out.
"Y'all got some crack?" She asked as Punk placed his credit card in the machine, realising he hadn't brought enough cash, and there wasn't any ATM's near by.
"No." Punk shook his head whilst entering his pin, watching the receptionist look at AJ, chewing gum now and popping bubbles. Her southern accent was shrilling, and he of course had been stuck with the slowest card machine ever.
"She's pretty." The woman smiled, "I put y'all in the furthest away room. Looks like y'all gon be noisy." She laughed to herself as Punk pulled his card out, wrapping his arm around AJ and turning away from the clearly dis-occupied woman, as if shielding AJ from her as they walked down the narrow wooden decking.
"She was nice." AJ nodded sarcastically as Punk opened the door to the motel, "She thought I was pretty." She eyed up Punk as he laughed lightly, opening the door and walking on into the room, shutting it behind them as he hit the lights.
"Well… I've slept in worse." He admitted, looking around the decent room, throwing his bag over in the corner as AJ did too.
"So have I." AJ admitted, "I slept in a lot of youth hostels in France with my sister. There was ten per room, one toilet, bunks." She said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, bouncing up and down like a child, "And there wasn't any sexy looking guys." She turned around to him as he grinned.
"Sexy? Now there's a word people don't use for me often." He smiled as she walked over to him, dropping to her knee's, reaching her black nail panted fingers for his belt on his jeans, unbuckling it as he pressed his two hands on the mattress behind him, "Oh… alright." He nodded, lifting his hips as she pulled his jeans and boxers down, taking a hold of his stiff length in her small hand, stroking him up and down as he rolled his eyes back.
She licked from the base of his shaft to the tip, slowly and teasingly as he looked down, running his fingertips into her long tresses, massaging her head to relieve his own self, suddenly feeling her take him all the way inside her mouth, which wasn't all that easy, not to boast, but he didn't come in any small sort of packages.
"Shit, April." He moaned, "God dammit, you're beautiful." He groaned, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat, listening to her gag and take her mouth from him, wiping her running chin and stroking him up and down again as she smiled.
"Your dick is beautiful." She moaned as he laughed, rolling his head back, bringing it forward and looking back down at her as she sucked and stroked him.
"Beautiful? I don't think it's ever been described like that, but I'll take it." He said as she released him again, stroking him up and down.
"You can tell me what else it's been described as when you're putting it inside me." She moaned, standing up and stripping her t-shirt off, feeling him pull her down on the bed on top of him as she squealed and giggled.
"Where the hell is he?" Elise spat as she had surprisingly got an answer to Punks apartment, watching as Dean opened the door, swallowing quietly to herself as she caressed a sleeping Toni in her arms.
"Why would I tell you?" Dean laughed as she walked in, looking around the apartment, rolling her eyes at the joints an bong sitting over on the coffee table, not to mention the place smelt like a brewery.
"Because he's my brother and because just fucking tell me. How about that?" She spat, "Tell me or I swear to God I will cut your damn balls off in your sleep. I tried to do it once, I won't fail the next time." She spat, placing Toni down on the couch, "And get rid of all that shit." She said in disgust whilst looking at the weed and other illegal substance.
"You always were a crazy bitch." Dean admired for a moment, looking into those green eyes and smiling, "He's gone for the week. Didn't tell me where, didn't tell me why. Just told me to watch his apartment." He shrugged.
"And this is you watching his apartment? Smoking pot and rolling up joints?" She said, "You never change." She shook her head.
"Hey, baby… you used to roll them up with me." He reminded her, "Don't you go acting all good girl on me just because you had yourself a baby." He said as she looked over at him. It was so hard not to just say it. But she bit her tongue. She always bit her tongue.
"Look… I think he know who he's with." She admitted, "Just… whatever you do, don't tell my father, alright. Just… tell him he's away on a vacation. Tell him that you seen me with April tonight." She said.
"April? As in that sexy latina girl Punk has been banging?" He asked. He always had to put things in the most horrific terms.
"Yes, Dean. That would be the one." Elise nodded, "Promise me." She pointed to him.
"Alright, alright I promise you. If Jack asks… I seen you with April hours after Punk left." He said, "Ok?" He said as she nodded.
"Thank you." Elise said, "Does my dad know about Phil and April? Was I the last to find out?" She sighed. She hoped she hadn't gave off vibes that AJ couldn't come to talk to her. I mean, it was a shock of course, and she knew fine well, as well as everyone else, that AJ could do much better, but she couldn't say anything, she was still deeply in love with a man of the same occupation to her brother.
"I didn't even know there was an 'April and Phil'." Dean admitted, showing inverted commas with his fingers, "I know Jack is pissed that is about it. You know he put camera's in her house?" Dean said as Elise shook her head.
"He's disgusting." She spat, "Do you know what's really going on with April and Phil? I mean, I sorta stormed out without letting either of them speak." She said, feeling guilty for the way she abruptly left her friend and brother without letting them explain anything.
"Punk's been acting weird lately. I don't know." He shrugged, "You're asking the wrong guy. You know I'm always either high or drunk. I don't notice anything." He admitted.
"Yeah." Elise sighed, "I suppose you are." She looked over at Toni who was still fast asleep, "I'm gonna use the bathroom before I head back home. I suppose I'll just wait until AJ and Punk get back." She said. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were together.
"You want some weed for the journey home?" Dean asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down in front of his roll ups, oblivious to the little girl sleeping across from him.
"No, I'm good." Elise sighed, walking away into the bathroom and shutting the door over.
The next morning AJ and Punk were woken up by the most disturbing of noises, both looking at one another with sleepy eyes, making the exact same disgusted faces. Next door sounded like a hurricane had hit. Grunting, screaming and the sound of the bed springs squeaking.
"It's 8am." Punk looked at the clock, feeling AJ bury her face into his chest, placing her hands over her ears, "Do we sound as unattractive as that?" He asked with confusion, cringing whilst AJ looked up at him.
"I hope to God we don't." She said, "I mean… these walls must be paper thin." She touched the wall, taking back when she felt it shake suddenly.
"Maybe they're getting back at us for last night… I mean, we were pretty loud." He admitted, "Well… you were pretty loud." He corrected himself as AJ smiled.
"That's your fault not mine." She said defensively, "I'm sort of hungry anyway, let's get out of here." She tapped his chest as she rolled off of him.
"You're hungry? I feel sick. Fucking sounds like Shrek next door." He groaned as she laughed.
They got ready despite the horrific sounds from the room beside them and soon enough left their room, in search for some sort of breakfast. Despite the motel clearly being completely infested by drunks, druggies and probably hookers, they didn't care. They were together, and nothing really mattered when they were together.
"What are you doing?" AJ asked as she seen Punk write something a tissue he'd taken from their motel room, standing outside the door next to them whilst he put the lid back on the pen.
He crouched down and fed the tissue through the bottom of the door, standing up straight and knocking the door with heavy knuckles.
"Now what?" She asked him as he grabbed hold of her hand.
"Now, we run." He told her, darting away as she had no choice but to run quickly behind him laughing.
"What'd you say on the note?" She asked him, sitting on a bench down by the lake after grabbing some breakfast from the diner beside the motel.
"I just asked them to keep it down a little." He shrugged.
"Then why did we have to run? You nearly whisked me straight off my feet." She said as he laughed.
"Because I didn't ask them to keep it down politely. Did I?" He said as she chuckled, resting into his body as he wrapped his arm around her, sighing with relaxation.
Despite the rockety surroundings and people, it was nice to be out of their places and together. She didn't feel like she was being judged, and she felt like she was really seeing his personality shine, even if that meant he enjoyed knocking on people's doors and running away. She wanted to get to know him, properly, and he wanted to get to know her. It was almost impossible to do that when his father was around. And the main purpose of them being here, was so they could discuss what they were going to do.
"Do you really need to work for him?" She sighed, "Why can't you just leave?"
"It's not that simple." He admitted, "If I leave. I'm on my own. You best bet he'll call up every single person who wants to hurt me and let them know where I am." Punk said, "It's what happens when you get involved in this type of work. You get back stabbed." He said, "Even if you are related." He said.
"I just don't get why it matters so much to him." She said, "I can understand that he's worried about the job, but it seems more than that to me. He's going to an awful lot of trouble to make sure you don't see me." She admitted as he nodded.
"I know." Punk said, "My sister will come round. She'll be mad for a bit, but she'll come round." He said, "I just… I don't know what I'm going to do about my father."
"We'll figure something out."
Will they manage to figure something out? What's going on with Dean and Elise? More update on Jack coming soon. Stay tuned.
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