Love You A Little Too Much

Chapter 8: No Clue

I sat on the curb as it pour down raining. I had been calling every person I knew and Punk knew to see if they had seen him around. Every answer was a no.

I finally decided that he was gone. At least for a little bit and that there was nothing I could do about it. I had left him after all and he had the free will to do whatever he wanted to.

I watched as the rain fell heavy onto the ground. I was sitting here on a curb, getting soaking wet for a man.

Love really did make you do crazy things. Love makes you find parts of yourself you never knew that you had, whether they be good or bad it still was amazing.

Punk made me find those parts. He made me feel like I couldn't breathe and he made me feel I was the only girl in the world.

I got up and walked back over to the car and got in so I didn't more wet than I already was and I drove back to the hotel.

Once I got up to the room I saw a note from Cody.

'Hey Char, I'll be back. I just had to go get something.'

I just sat the note back down on the table and laid on the bed and turned on the TV. I keep thinking about where Cody went. Maybe he went to go get beer or something like that. I'd never drank before but maybe it was time to start. Maybe I could drink my Punk thoughts away. Maybe I could forgot about how I fell in love with a tattooed Chicago native.

But I couldn't do that because it was impossible. I left him and that was that. I was just going to have to try not to think about him. I was a wrestler for the WWE now and I had to get serious.

I sighed as I continued watching TV. I knew it was time that I forget about Punk.

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Punk laid sprawled across the crappy bed in the crappy hotel room he had rented for the night. He didn't know why he didn't just stay in his car for the night. It wasn't like he was going to get any sleep anyways because Charlotte clouded his every thought.

"Swingin' in the backyard," he sang. "Ride up in your fast car. Whistlin' my name."

It was the only song Punk ever heard Charlotte singing. She sang it so beautifully. She sang it in the shower they'd take together. It just stuck in his head.

Punk shifted on the bed. This was only a beginning to another restless night. He wished that Charlotte felt like this too. It may of seemed selfish but he just did. He thought that maybe if she felt bad enough she would come back but then every time he would remember how stubborn she was.

Punk looked up at the old nasty ceiling. He wouldn't of minded this if Charlotte was by his side but she wasn't so all the horrible stuff that you had to deal with in the professional wrestling business was sucking and bad. But then he remembered why he got into professional wrestling. He didn't get into it for love he got into it because he related to it. He didn't sleep on gym floors and cram into small cars for Charlotte. He did it for himself. Punk told himself he needed to get over Charlotte and this time he was going to try as hard as possible.

Punk got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He splashed the cold water- probably the only kind that that hotel had- on his face. It was late but he didn't care.

Punk slid on his running shoes and a pair of running shorts. He didn't bother locking the door on the hotel room because he really didn't have anything worth taking. When his feet touched the concrete ground outside the hotel he shivered. The cold Chicago air hit his bare skin and make goosebumps up and down his body. Just like the ones he got when Charlotte kissed him.

Punk shook his head and mentally cursed himself. He vowed not to think about Charlotte.

He walked out onto the pavement of the parking lot and took a deep breathe before taking off running. He felt that he needed to do this. This was his way of relaxing.

He just ran and ran until he stopped in front of a store with an empty parking lot. He walked up to the reader board. On a small paper it said 'Love never dies' and he read it. He ripped it off the board and threw it away. That person surely knew nothing about love.

"What are you doing?" asked a man. Punk turned around to see a man in his fifties who looked like he lived on the street.

"Throwing away trash," Punk said.

"What did it say?" the man asked.

Punk jerked an eyebrow and he hesitated to answer. "Love never dies."

"Why would you call that trash, young man?"

"Because love does die," he said.

The man sat on a bench and patted the stop beside him for Punk to sit down in which Punk did.

"Love doesn't die, it just gets stronger over time. You never loved someone you just love them because love never stops. Tell me about this girl or this guy or whoever or whatever you love."

Punk smiled at the man before replying. "She has brown hair, blue eyes and she is just perfect. People say she is just like me but I know she isn't. She is so much better than me. She left me though. To become a professional wrestler in the WWE. I'm also a professional wrestler but just at WWE's developmental place and we don't make much money there. I was happy when I had her though."

"Young man your love never died and neither did hers," the man said.

"How do you know that?"

"Because of the way you talk about her. She broke down every wall she built up for you and she truly loves you. She probably misses you too."

"Really?" Punk asked looking down at the ground, shivering.

"Yes really. Now young man go back home and get a shirt on," the man laughed.

"Okay bye," Punk said getting up. He turned back around to ask the man his number but when he did he wasn't there.

Punk looked around the parking lot to come to realization that the man was gone. He wondered if he was just a figment of his imagination. Had Char really drove him that crazy?

Punk just shrugged it off and ran back to the hotel. He opened the door and walked into the horrible hotel room once again.

He looked over at the clock to see that it was 5 am and he hasn't gotten any sleep.

"I love you," he whispered.

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Cody looked down the aisle of the store to see if he could find what he was in search for. A box of cookies. A box of things his brother taught him never to talk about using because it was disrespectful, and a box of tissues for Charlotte because he thought she would need them.

Cody found the cookies and then he found the tissues. He walked over to the aisle he hated going down.

He remembered the first time he had went down that aisle. It was with his father and brother on a hot Summer day in North Carolina, 2002. He found himself blushing a dark shade of red after they had got done. He had always hated that aisle everyday since. He didn't walk into the aisle with pride like most men did. He wasn't disrespectful to woman in anyway. His father had taught him better than that. Maybe that was why he just hadn't that aisle but he knew it was better than going down the pregnancy test aisle.

Cody grabbed a box off the shelf and put it in the basket. He walked up to the register and avoided eye contact as he paid. He climbed into the truck and turned on the engine. He heard his phone ring and he took it out of his pocket.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hey," a woman's voice said that Cody knew all to well. "It's Sadie."

Cody froze in place.

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