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       ”Things are great, huh?” He repated the words to himself once more, his heart slowly shattering. There really wasn’t no need for him, Phil didn’t need him— he didn’t need Chris to take care of him… never did… and probably never will. But that’s a good thing right?—- Sadly, Chris didn’t even know the answer to that question. He is happy that his ex-lover could finally move on from all that shit he had been going through with WWE—- with Chris, basically life all together. He looked amazing, so where did Chris belong in all this? Did he even belong anywhere in Phil’s current life? Shaking it off, he turned to face Phil after hearing him bring up a certain diva. “Does she now?” His voice calm, filled with sweetness.                            ”Let her know i miss her too, can you do that for me, Phil?” He couldn’t help but feel something odd boil up inside of him, the thought of April and Phil?—— no.    He didn’t want to think of it that way, those two— from what he heard, and knew— they’re only best friends, nothing more. But then again, Phil wasn’t the type to let things out, neither is April. There he goes again, jumping from one topic to another. No time to think— no time to have your mind run on something else, his main focous was to talk, and to straighten things out— “Look…,” He started up, eyes looking down at his feet.       Chris took a deep breath, and out. He would remind himself  quickly every time he felt his chest tighten. “We both know…why i’m here… and changing the subject won’t help. I just—- please. Let’s talk, Phil. Because i have a lot to explain to you…to talk about..” And from the looks of it, from the moment he stepped inside the Chicago native’s house, you could already see the fear washing over Chris’s face, could already tell just by bringing up the subject, it made him nervous.”Please…. can we… sit….?”

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His pride wouldn't let him tell the truth, but Phil was a mess deep down. He didn't want Chris to know that though. There was no more room for making the other feel guilty. All of this was his fault. He'd been the stubborn asshole, not Chris. He'd pushed everyone away and now he had to deal with the consequences no matter how severe they were.

There wasn't an denying that he'd had feelings for his best friend April once upon a time ago, but they'd strictly kept their relationship a friendly one. After all, Phil was in love with Chris. He'd always been. But there had been quite a few times he'd questioned himself. It would've been a hell of a lot easier with April than Chris, that was for sure. Chris came with a lot of baggage, not that Phil minded. He just worried he'd never be good enough and it took a toll on him over the years. Which was why he pushed him away when he'd been sick. Chris was better off without someone like him or so he thought.

And right on cue, the subject he'd been dreading was brought up. By the sound of it, Chris wasn't looking forward to it either. But he nodded and motioned towards the couch, walking over to sit down without another word. He wasn't sure what he was going to even say anymore, which was saying something for the man who could talk his way through just about anything. "Before we.. start, I just wanna say.. I'm sorry."

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"I don’t want to cut it off." She would shoot him a playful pout, "I’m a little attached to it." Little by little she was coming back, maybe she had needed this to talk it out because there had been none.

"It’s not just your fault, I let myself get this way. I don’t like talking about things that hurt." And that was the truth she didn’t want to talk about what bothered her, it was left over behavior from her past she’d rather just numb it. As he grabbed hand she listened to very word he spoke, he was right and she knew that and the thought of this not working was crippling to her but instead of worrying about that she had to agree with her husband. "A fresh start. I like that." She was content to be this close to him happy in fact. "Not like a new wedding fresh start but a fresh start."

He laughed softly at her response, gently patting her hand and nodding in agreement. "Hey, I hear ya on that one." Thankfully the tone changed from a solemn one to this lighter one, regardless of the topic. But he couldn't help disagreeing with who was to blame. Of course, that was just his way of trying to man up and take all of it on himself. "You did what any one else would've. You were hurt and took to defending yourself the only way you knew how. Had it been me? I'd have done the same. Just about, anyways." Another nod and an even bigger smile on his features now. "I was thinking more along the lines of a small party to officially announce that we're back together, but hey-- that's up to you." A playful wink to his wife and a squeeze of the hand, he brought it up to his lips to place a kiss to it. "But yea. A fresh start. It's what we need. No more focusing on the past, alright? I promise you, I'm going to work my ass off to make this right again. I just need you to be by my side while I do it. Okay?"

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me @ all my rp partners

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Took Elena to her first hockey game, she got freaked out over a tooth.

Also Blackhawks…it’s the DNA.

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a reminder that if you’re following one of my other muses that they’re sideblogs and a like from jon could be a like for one of said other muses.

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( tish ):

This is how we’d get our ‘second unplanned miracle’.

Oh thank god.

Dodged a bullet there, didn't we? No, but in all seriousness, I would never use them.

I will, however, buy a box for the collection.

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The socks don’t scare me as bad. It’s just. Your closet is 88% Hawks stuff.

And what's that I heard about condoms???

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I'm kidding.

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Hello Punk.

April.

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"Don't feel that way. It wasn't like it was just an argument. We lost our way. And we lost it in the only way we could ever do it. With a bang. But nothing's going to come between us again. Never again. If it does, you have permission to cut it off." A soft smile on Phil's face as he attempted to help ease the conversation into a lighter tone, but he wasn't sure it would work much. Especially after her last sentence.

Looking down at his feet now, the older man shook his head. "I'm sorry. It's my fault you feel that way. But I'm making a promise to you, I'm not going anywhere. I love you. I love Frankie. I love this.. life. I was just too caught up in my own miserable life to see outside of the little bubble I put myself in. But I'm not going to let it happen again. I'm tired of fucking around. I have it good. I finally got the work I want, people who don't feed off the negativity, and you two back in my life." A tattooed hand moved to his own chest now, his other still holding onto hers. "I'm better now. You don't have to worry about any of that stuff anymore. If this is going to work... we have to have a fresh start. Something. Otherwise we're never going to be happy."

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"Oh, I remember." She was the closest to him and she saw it, she still had memories of trying to keep his head above water and trying to figure out something to stop the dry heaving when they were in Europe. The leech had been the problem for her, how she could let some stupid girl get between them but the leech had been smart and hit the so called Great and Powerful Az where it hurt, she didn’t even need to ask Phil if she had been lying about what she said about Frankie she knew it was.

"I feel stupid too, because this shouldn’t matter, we have this great life. A life I didn’t think we’d ever have." She shrugged softly mumbling into her coffee. "It’s like some kind of dream I’m scared to wake up from." In the back of her head she had always thought that her daughter wouldn’t have a normal kind of life.

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"It has been. How ya doin', Ivy? Good, I hope? I haven't seen you on tv much other than that Diva show. And thank you. Finally get to do something I've wanted to for years.

Got a lot of training to do first, but you're welcome to come out for my first match the second I know about it."

"Been a while,  Batman.  Never got to congratulate you  on heading up to the UFC. Kinda interested in seeing you   kick some ass— but this  time not holding back. (;    Should invite me to your first match, yeah?”

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Things were better now, better then they had been in years. It was what she always wanted, just Phil and Frankie and her in their house and it was as normal as a life as they could have. The UFC thing was coming up and Azin was more or less coming with to show support and Frankie for the first time her life was going to an actual school and making out healthy relationships for a seven year old. But still it ate away at Azin, how much of these things could have been avoided. By nature Azin was hot headed and after a fight in the locker-room between her and April she wouldn’t let it go, but in away she had lost.

Bright blue eyes drifted shut for a moment as Phil spoke to her, “I know it. I should have when when you though when you finally said something to Hunter and Vince. I would have walked out that door with you.” And in ways Azin had, she’d gotten the phone call from Hunter the morning after the failed wedding asking what had happened. She knew he’d already gotten the story from April. All that was said was that he understood and she received her own release the next day. Azin was sure it was a fill in the blank at that point, not that her career had been a great one in the WWE, everyone who knew her had said she made a mistake but in the end she’d done it for Punk and to keep their family together, that’s why she had signed.  “Our line of communication was shot, and I’m not making matters any better by not wanting to talk about anything that happened those six months we were apart.”

He understood where she was coming from, knowing that being who she was, just as stubborn as he was that she'd want to blame herself for most of the things that went on or for not fixing even the simplest of their issues with a cool head. But that was just how things were. Phil honestly didn't even want to think back to it all. He'd had enough talking about it with Scott for a lifetime and with all of the idiotic questions that fans had asked him and still continued to ask, he was overall just done with it all.

"If you'd have walked out with me that day, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have seen how stupid I was without you. I wouldn't have been driven mad by that psychotic little leech, nothing. We both screwed up here. You for all of this not doing stuff and me for being an idiot and thinking with the wrong head, obviously. But, it's done. And I understand why you chose not to. You were right to do so. Hell, I would've done the same had I been in your position. And let's be honest here, I wasn't exactly the nicest guy to be around, remember?"

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His heart basically exploded at the sight of Phil. His mouth went dry, and knees became weak. His once upon a time future…standing just before him in plain sight. The way the Chicago native said his name, it was pure bliss to the older man ears, almost like his personal lullaby. “Phil—- ” Erratic breathing, his voice shaking. “—Hi.”

 A whisper escaped through his dry twin flesh, rough yet— a spoonful of honey topped along with it. He wondered if the other man even heard him? But decide against to even dare repeat his name; it wasn’t like Chris deserved it, not from all that shit that happened between them.

 Not after what he put the tattooed Chicagoan through. The older man clears his throat, pulling at the collar of his leather jacket, fixing it as he walked up close to Phil, without any sort of hesitation; he pulled the taller man into his arms. The American-Canadian shut his eyes for a brief moment, taking in everything, taking in the other man’s warmth—clinging to this moment. Sighing heavily he pulled back, and walked into the Chicago native’s house, making as if that ‘hug’, wasn’t at all a big deal. “Thanks…” Chris mumbled, glancing around the room. Memories flew through his mind. From the moment he first arrived here….nothing changed much. He could probably point out a few things that probably did change, but everything else was still right in place. Even the familiar smell he recalled loving once upon a time, still lingered in the air.

 "Wow…same old, same old. Am I right?" The older man gesture towards the room, his eyes now staring directly back at Phil. "Did anything change around here? Most people…well, most… usually did a little changes here and there. I should know, I’m one of them. But you? Nah…." The rockstar chuckled; he shook his head and approached Phil.

Hands clasped behind his back. “So…… um, let’s…— how are things going?” Kicking himself mentally in the head, he was avoiding the real reasons why he was there, to talk. He wanted to talk…but…not about their issues. Not now… why? Chris just didn’t want to fuck things up. Because no matter what, somehow, someway… he’ll end up saying something and the stubborn Chicago native won’t put up with it. Probably.

Phil could sense the nerves radiating from the older man; his ex-lover, and honestly? He felt just as nervous, if not more, but due to his stubborn nature, Phil just refused to let any of that show until that hug occurred. The second those arms went around him, all hell broke loose deep within the younger man. His first instinct had been to push Chris back, walk back into the house and slam the door before the other man got to see him breaking down yet again, but instead he gripped at the older man's shirt and hugged him back; tightly. Moving his head some, the Chicago native let his nose nuzzle into the blonde hair of the older man and took in the scent. Freshly showered, even after a long flight. Just like he remembered. Chris always smelled so damn good.

Eyes closed as he began to reminisce about the old days; happier days. But then it was all taken away as Chris pulled back, hazel eyes wide now as he tried to refocus his attention on his guest and walked back into the house after him.

Hands rubbed over his arms as he watched Chris examine the place, smirking some at his remark and nodded. "Yep. Not a single item out of place. Give or take a few trinkets here and there, but everything's still where it's always been. You know I hate moving my shit around unless it's dirty or broken." Phil returned the laughter with a bit of his own, shaking his head.

"Oh, uh-- Things are fine. Things are great, actually. Getting ready for my big debut and shit, but everything else is good. Hanging out with Ape a little. She keeps me sane when I get to into things. She misses you, you know." He spoke of his best friend, April. Better known as AJ Lee to the WWE Universe, but she'd become his rock since things had gone south for him in his career and love life. If it weren't for her, he'd probably have killed someone by now.

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