To Be Torn Between Two

Chapter 11: Titanium

Punk escorted a tipsy Eve back to his hotel room, seeing as she didn't have anywhere else to go. As promised he messaged Layla and told her that Eve was with him and that she was relatively fine. "Eve, you really shouldn't drink that much...well, you shouldn't really drink at all" Punk stated as he laid her down on his bed.

"Yeeeeeeah juss cos you 're straight edgeee doesn't mean you can tell meeeee what to doooo..." Eve slurred.

"Ok, Eve you're pretty drunk. How about I get you a glass of water and then tuck you into bed?" Punk asked as Eve just nodded slowly and groggily in return.

"Sounds like a plane..." Eve continued to slur. Punk can't help but grin at Eve's drunken error. He found it hilarious when people got drunk and did stupid things. However, he cared about Eve way too much to let any harm come to her, that was why he went looking for her in the first place.

"I'll be right back" he said with a smile except Eve grabbed his arm, stopping him from going anywhere. "Uh...Eve, is there a problem?" he asked before she groggily stood up and rested her body weight against him for support. She reeked of alcohol but still, at the same time, distinctively like Eve. Punk realized he shouldn't even be noticing these sorts of things. "Do you...uh...Do you want that glass of water?" Punk asked, not really knowing what to do during that instant. Before Punk could leave to get a glass of water for his ex, Eve, she pulled Punk towards her (as best she could) and pressed a sloppy kiss to his mouth. Punk couldn't breathe or think or hear or really do anything , it was as if he was frozen in place. Eve was kissing him.

It should have felt wrong, considering she was his ex and she had just been dumped by Randy Orton, her boyfriend of two years, but it didn't. It felt right on so many different levels...on every level. Eve's arm wrapped around his neck and the other was still grabbing onto his arm; their mouths were still pressed together. Eve, in her 'tipsy' state, grinned groggily at Punk who just sheepishly smiled back at her. What on earth had just happened? Eve wore a small smile now as she wrapped her arms around Punk in a tight hug.

Before Punk could say or do anything, a knock sounded at the door. "I guess I'll get it" Punk laughed, knowing Eve was incapable of doing so. He opened the door and didn't even get to greet the person standing there. A worried Layla, charged past him carrying a bag of some sort. "Hi Layla, nice to see you too" Punk said, a thick layer of sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Laylaaaaa!" Eve yelled, causing Punk to squint at the sudden loudness as Eve attempted to hug Layla but she couldn't really stand upright anymore.

"Yeah, she's pretty intoxicated right now, so just ignore her actions" Punk explained as Layla shot him a stare.

"Yeah I can see that..." Layla muttered as Punk looked in between Layla and Eve a few times before speaking again.

"Why are you here? I mean, I messaged you about Eve and she's relatively fine and you know I wouldn't lie to you about something important" Punk concluded.

"Important?" Layla asked with a glint in her eye. "Aw, Phil, that's so adorabubble!"

"What? No I didn't mean it like that!" Punk hissed so Eve wouldn't hear; she most likely wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. "And adorabubble? Are you making up words now? What are you like five?"

"Oh Em Gee Phil! I don't know who is more of a denial queen, you or Kelly!" Punk rolled his eyes at her. "And yes adorabubble! Do you have a problem with that?" Punk raised his hands up in surrender.

"You are such a hypocrite Layla" Punk couldn't help but laugh at her. "As if you weren't in denial about Cody...He had puppy dog eyes for you, you had puppy dog eyes for him, it must have been oh so...what was that word you used earlier?" he squinted in thought for a moment, "oh that's right...'adorabubble'." Layla turned a deep crimson once she got up from Eve's bedside.