A/N: HOLY FUCK AN UPDATE. This is the last chapter, so no more "LEIK TUTALIE UPDAIT WEN U CAN!" Once again, you must excuse my tired self. I think I'm going to miss SmackDown now, too. Gotta stay awake to get my iPhone, you know.
Kylie slowly put everything back in her backpack. There was no point in trying to be coy about it. Punk already knew what she was doing, what she was putting away, and wasn't going to hide it any longer.
"Punk, I don't want to talk about it," she grumbled, trying not to cry in front of him. She refused to let him know she was shedding any more tears on his behalf.
"What's it?" Punk grinned, trying to cheer her up. "Thinking dirty or something? We're grown, consenting adults. We can talk about sex if we want, Kylie."
Kylie almost dropped her bag. She didn't know whether to be shocked or to start laughing hysterically. "What are you talking about?" she said, a grin nearly flickering across her mouth.
"I don't know. What are you talking about?" he toyed with her.
"I think we're having different thoughts on what 'it' is."
"I was talking about this," she said, holding her bag up.
"Oh, I wasn't talking about that," Punk said, stepping into the closet with Kylie and closing the door behind him. "Does this lock from the inside or the outside?" he asked, pointing to the door handle behind him.
"From the inside," Kylie answered.
"Oh, good, we're safe then. I don't want to get locked in a closet. I'm claustrophobic," Punk admitted to Kylie, a thin blush showing on his cheeks.
"You're claustrophobic, but you willingly shut yourself in a closet with another person? Yeah, because that's not awkward," Kylie laughed, rolling her eyes.
"You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" Punk asked, reaching upwards and grabbing the string that was connected to the light above them.
"No, why?" Kylie asked, distracted from continuing to put her stuff in her bag.
"DAMNIT PUNK!" Kylie screeched. "Turn that back on!"
"I thought you weren't afraid of the dark."
"I'm not, but you caught me off guard. And quite frankly, I don't trust you in a dark closet full of poisonous substances."
"Shit, I don't trust myself in a closet full of poisonous substances, either," he said, tugging on the string once again and turning the light back on.
"Fuck," Kylie muttered, covering her eyes because her eyes were not used to the sudden light just yet.
"There we go with the sex again…"
"Why are you so obsessed with sex?"
"I don't know. You're the one bringing it up all the fucking time."
"No, I'm not. Besides, I'm not the one with the nipple rings," Kylie shot, rolling her eyes.
"Ooh, good call," Punk said, covering his chest with his hands.
"Now that we've gotten that out of your system, why did you follow me into this lovely closet?" Kylie asked.
"Crap, what did I want to talk to you about?"
Kylie let out an exasperated sigh and started tapping her foot, getting irritated.
"Oh, yeah. Us. That's what I wanted to talk about."
Kylie tossed her bag over her shoulder, preparing to push past Punk and leave the building. "There isn't an us, Punk."
Punk stepped in front of the door, barring Kylie from exiting the tiny room. "Look, just hear me out, okay?" Kylie nodded for him to go on. "Okay, I'm really sorry about snapping on you because of Jeff. I get it. I'm not as awesome as he is. But I can guaran-damn-tee that I am way more genuine than he is. I can treat you better than he can. I can love you better than he can."
"He couldn't do any of those things anyways. He already has a girlfriend."
"I know, but I still feel like crap compared to him. Everyone loves Jeff. Jeff Hardy can do no wrong. Maybe I should dye my hair random colors and jump off ladders and do stupid shit. Maybe then I'll get the girl."
"Don't say that."
"You already have her," Kylie said, stepping towards Punk and placing a light kiss on her lips.
When they broke apart, Punk took the backpack off of her arm. "No more of this, okay? I have a better drug for you."
"And what's that?"
"Me. I'll be your drug."
Kylie, don't die.