Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 21: My Favorite Superstar

Bella and Randy were having dinner together for the second time this week. They had gotten quite close over the past couple months. Bella was so happy she agreed to go to that Knicks game with Randy. He had become her second best friend in all of WWE.

She took a sip of her water before looking up at Randy, who was focused on his spaghetti.

"It's good?" she asked, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Hm?"

"You enjoying that spaghetti?"

"Oh yeah," Randy chuckled, "You want some?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"You sure?" he held up his fork in front of her face, causing her to laugh, "Yeah I'm sure."

Randy continued taking his time with his food while Bella continued to make fun of him for being a slow eater.

"I can't help it," he grinned at her, while taking the last bite, "I like to enjoy every bite."

"At least you finally finished. I thought we'd be here all night."

"I'd be okay with that," Randy smirked.

"I'm sure you would be," she snorted.

"You know, I'm not quite sure why I ever decided to be friends with you, Bella."

"I'm honest and fun."

"Fair," he shrugged, not being able to disagree. She was honest, sometimes even a little too honest, but boy was she fun.

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"I can't believe you went to dinner with Randy," Punk cringed. Bella met up with Punk on his bus after the dinner with Randy. He wasn't completely at ease thinking about Bella and Randy in such a romantic setting. The kiss with Bella made him see her in a bit of a different light light.

Punk knew she wasn't comfortable going there with him, so it pissed him off knowing that she went out with Randy, even if she claimed it was purely platonic. But it was a date! He took her out to dinner, and Punk knew how Randy operated. He knew he didn't see Bella as just a friend.

"Why?" Bella asked innocently as they entered the ice cream shop.

Bella was wearing one of Punk's long sleeve shirts and his basketball shorts, while he wore some sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

"It's just weird to think about," he shook his head, "You guys are so different."

"We're different," she shrugged, motioning between the two of them with her pointer finger, before stepping up to the glass to look at the different ice cream flavors.

"Not really," he chuckled, "the only difference between us is that you're shy and I'm not."

"And that I'm nice."

"I'm nice," Punk feigned a shocked look.

"It doesn't count if you're only nice to me."

She wasn't wrong. Punk definitely wasn't the nicest guy. He wasn't rude or anything, but he didn't feel the need to be friendly with just anyone. He had an obvious soft spot for Bella that anyone could see.

Bella was obviously introverted and didn't have many friends either, but if people made an effort to reach out to her, she would at least try to be nice and make them feel good about themselves.

One of the guys working at the ice cream parlor asked Bella if she was ready to order, after gawking at her for like five minutes. Punk couldn't help but laugh, but that's what it was like going out with Bella. She drew a lot of attention.

"Yeah, can I please get one scoop of cotton candy ice cream?" she asked as the guy nodded his head eagerly, "and two scoops of rocky road for this guy."

He nodded his head and began to work on their orders. Bella was humming to herself as she looked down at something on the floor. Punk walked up to the register to pay, with Bella by his side, "You just know me so well."

"I'm a great friend," she sent him a cheesy smile. Bella thought rocky road was a terrible flavor, but Punk loved it for some reason.

"You're okay."

"You wound me," she put her hand over her heart causing Punk to playfully roll his eyes, "I'm gonna go get a table."

"Okay."

Punk waited for their ice cream and brought it over to their table. In the time that he had known Bella, they had gotten ice cream together a lot. He loved getting ice cream with her. It had become like a ritual of some sort for the two of them.

She felt a buzz in her pocket and saw that it was a text from Randy.

Randy: I had fun tonight

Bella: So did I

Randy: What are you up to now?

Bella: Getting ice cream with Punk

Randy: The dessert at the restaurant wasn't enough?

Bella: You can never have too much dessert

Randy: Fair point

Bella: I had a lot of fun though

Randy: me too :)

Bella looked up to see Punk clearing his throat, "Here's your ice cream."

"Thanks," she smiled, as he handed her a spoon.

"Who are you texting?"

"Randy."

"Ahh, the viper," he uttered, with a slight scowl.

"What?" she frowned.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "You just know how I feel about him."

"You literally don't like anyone."

"I like-"

She cut him off by saying, "Besides me, Colt, Jade, or Kofi."

"Okay you're right. But I'm just indifferent towards most people, whereas, I genuinely dislike Randy."

"Why?"

"He's a loser," he snorted as he took a bite out of his ice cream.

"He's not a loser," she responded, with a mouth full of ice cream.

"What'd you say?" he asked, "I can't understand you with all that garbage in your mouth."

"Rocky road is absolute shit compared to cotton candy," Bella pointed her spoon at Punk, "But stop changing the subject."

"Why do you want to talk about him?"

"You guys are my two closest friends in the business," she pouted.

"Jeez Bella. Am I not enough for you?"

"Shut up."

"I just don't feel very appreciated. Are you planning on replacing me?"

"I couldn't even if I wanted to."

"That it is true," he nodded his head, "because I'm your favorite superstar,"

"That you are," she smiled at him.