(The Day Before Punk's Birthday)
"No one ever listens to me. So why should i even bother, telling you this?" I asked Punk sitting on our bed crying my eyes out. I was crying because i was telling him about my life as a teenager, and of course. No one liked what i did, what i mean is thinking what is right. No matter how nice i was or anything. I know my family loved me. They just found it funny when i would argue back. I'd scream, they'd laugh. They just thought oh shes wrong, shes not gonna learn from this. When truth is I know i was right. And they were wrong. "I listen to you, i never think your wrong. Your always right, because if i said you were wrong i.." he paused. "You'd what?" "Nothing." he said. "No, continue what you were gonna say. I'm not gonna get mad." he paused and talked. "I would get my head bit off." "Yeah, you would. My family just found it very funny, when i got serious and pissed off. "Your cute when your pissed off." he said. "Hmm thanks but, i just don't, ugh." "Hun, you gotta calm down. Take a breather. Take a nap." "I could really use one right now." I said laying back down. "Could you get me Ace?" I continued. "Yeah." he said leaving and then coming back with Ace. "Just him?" he asked. "Yeah." I answered. "Okay." he said shutting the door. "Why was it so hard? How come no one ever took me serious?" I asked Ace. He just looked at me and licked my face. "I need answers.." I said drifting into a deep sleep..
(Punk's POV)
"Where is she?" Colt asked sitting on the couch. "Will you shut up? Shes sleeping." "Shes asleep and its 2pm." "She's been up since 6am. She couldnt sleep at all. And after i asked her about her teenage life, she cried and told me." "Told you what?" "What it was like for her. But, mine was worse. And you know it. But i just feel bad for her because when she was a teen she felt like she wasnt important. When truth is she really was. This was her as a teenager." I grabbed the picture out of my pocket and showed him. "Aww, look at her! shes so cute!" he said. "Easy bro, shes mine." "Haha, i know she is." "Why you here again?" "Remeber? I can't come to your party. I have a match tomorrow night against Steve Corrino." "Oh yeah that little fuccer." i said. "Yeah, so heres your gift and I'll see ya around." "Later bro." and he left.
(Normal; Dream)
"Kristen just try this please come on it isnt bad." "Noo, i don't wanna." I said turning away from my cousin. "Please Kristen come on." "Alright Holly, if it was my mom asking then i wouldnt have since its you, i will." I grabbed the cup out of her hand sniffed it, almost puked then took a sip. It was just gross. That alcohol stuff is nasty. Legit it is. "Holly, i really don't like it." "Alright, i figured." *i cant believe i just did that* i thought wanting to spit. Holly, i love you, but drinking isnt my thing...
(Reality)
I woke up at 6pm fully rested and Ace, was asleep on the floor. I picked him up and layed him on the pillow. "Punk!!!" I moaned. "Yes Angel?" he said coming in. "Where you outside the door?" I asked. "Maybe." he said taking out his phone. "Whose this?" he asked. "You took a picture of me asleep!" I said taking his phone. "Maybe." he said acting cute. "Why you acting so cute?" I asked. "I don't know." he said holding my hand and kissing me. "Did, you enjoy your sleep?" he asked me. "Yeah, i just needed sleep." "I know, you needed it, Big Time." he paused and looked at me. "Ya gonna sing?" he asked. "When ya go Big Time!" xD "What would you say if i dyed my hair back to blonde?" "Hmm, i would.. love you still." "Then should i dye it?" he asked running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know." "Okay, I'll give you a deal. Blonde hair? Or shave the beard?" *he has been growing one for at least 2 and a half weeks* "No beard at all. Please, i don't want your ring name to be CM Jesus!" he smirked at me. "Why? I like a beard." he said scratching it, "How come ya don't?" he said slapping my @ss. I shrugged. "I don't know." A knock came from the door. "I'll get it!!!" I said jumping out of the bed. "Sure happy-go-lucky!" Punk yelled from room. I answered the door and it was Justin. "Hey Justin." I said letting him in. "Hey." he said. "Where's Kat?" I asked. "Ah..shes sick." "Oh.." I said. "So why you here?" I continued. "I need to talk to Punk." "Punk!!!" I yelled. "WHAT!?" He yelled. "Justin needs ya!" "Okay!" he said coming down with Ace in his hands. "Take him outside, he needs to do his you know what." He handed me him and i headed outside. The window was still open so i could here what they were saying. "Dude, she always talks about that dude that does hockey, like he wont stop messaging her. What the hell do i do?" "Lets see, if i were you, i would get a chair and that Punk kid, and hit him right in the skull with that chair." "But, dude thats mean." "Its the right thing to do." they talked abit more, but i couldnt here Ace wanted to play=) My baby he is. Then when i came back in the house, Justin was leaving and i made dinner for me and Punk. Later we watched some TV, actually alot of TV! Then later tonight, we laided down and bed and talked. Alot! "Babe, what did you get me for my birthday?" he asked. "Nothing." I said. "What?" he asked. "No, i got'cha something." I said. "What?" he asked. "Can't say." I said getting ontop of him. Then his alarm went off for midnight. And it was the next day. "Happy Birthday..." I whispered to him then kissed him.
To be continued...
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