Love You A Little Too Much

Chapter 7: Try

I held the phone to my ear but said nothing. Punk was gone.

The love of my life was gone and I didn't know where he was. I've never felt so scared.

"Charlotte are you still there?" asked Paul.

"Yeah Paul. I'm sorry I'm just trying to..." I trailed off. I was in such shock. I couldn't take it. "I have to go Paul. I'm going to go try and find him."

"Ms. Rose that's not a good idea. It is three am."

"I don't care Paul. You of all people should know that I don't listen to what others say. I have to go Paul. Goodbye."

I hung up and went over to the corner where all my clothes where and at and put them back on.

"Charlotte what are you doing?" asked Cody, as he sat up in the bed. "Are you leaving?"

I looked at him. "Yeah. I'm sorry. Punk left and Paul doesn't know where he is. I need to find him."

"You left him though."

"That doesn't mean I want him to leave me," I replied slipping on my shoes. "Don't worry Runnels, I'll be back."

"Okay. Be safe please."

"Yeah. Can I take the rental car?" I questioned. "I'll refill it."

"Don't worry about refilling it. It's okay. I will, just go find Punk."

"Thanks Cody," I smiled. "This means a lot."

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Punk sat in the front seat of the black dodge he had rented. He was in an empty parking lot of an abandoned store, in Chicago. He went back to his roots.

He looked up at the stars and his thoughts where clouded by Charlotte. She always loved sitting next to him on those hot summer nights looking up at the stars. She always bought him Pepsi when they went to look at the stars. She told him the three colors described them.

Blue: Beautiful, love, u as in us and e for eternal.

White: Wise, happy, intelligent, taken and eloped as what they were going to do someday.

Red: Roses, everyday together and drunk in love.

Pepsi was his favorite pop because she made that up. He even got a Pepsi tattoo with her name in it. Charlotte Lee Rose.

Punk loved the sound of her name. It made his heart flutter. It fit her so perfectly.

Punk smiled and he took a sip of the Pepsi in his hand. It was so quiet and peaceful. For once he had actually ran away from his troubles, which he never did. He now knew why people did this. It was so calm and you could do whatever you wanted. It was after all just you. Even though he wished it could of been him and Charlotte.

He wondered what Charlotte was doing at the time, and if she knew he was gone. Paul had surely told her or maybe not. Maybe Paul didn't want her to stress about anything since she was moving up the main roster. He hoped that she knew though. He wanted her to know how she affected him.

He grabbed the journal she had gave him and started reading it again. His eyes wandered over the one story he remembered all to well.

The time she picked him over her mother.

"I don't like that boy. He is nothing but trouble," Charlotte's mother said. Punk could hear her from where he was sitting on the front porch.