A/N: Hey there, hi there. It's kinda been a little while, yeah? School got in the way and frustrated me a lot, but I'm out now! So hopefully, I'll be able to write more often. :) Woo-hoo! :D

This chapter takes more of a look into Phil's mind. You know, just to get his side of some things.

Disclaimer: If you can recognize it, then it's not mine. My OC, on the other hand, most definitely belongs to me.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Phil shouted when he finally managed to get Serena off of him.

She stared at him for a moment. "Are you stupid? I think it's pretty obvious."

"I think you know what I'm really asking." Phil's tone was cold, serious.

Serena couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Oh, my God, Phil," she said, throwing her hands in the air. "You have got to be kidding me."

Phil's eyes widened and his nostrils flared. "Does it look like I'm joking? Does it sound like I'm just messing around? That this is a big joke?" he angrily asked. When Serena didn't answer, he got louder. "Does it?"

Taken aback by Phil's aggressiveness, Serena was nearly stunned to silence. Very meekly, she looked into his eyes and whispered, "No, it doesn't."

"Then why?" he asked. "Why did you do that? What was the point? Huh? Why must you have to sabotage what I have with Kat?" Phil wanted answers and he wanted them right then.

Serena cringed. "Oh, she has a nickname now? Seriously, Phil, how long are you gonna keep this little charade up?"

Phil blinked. "What?"

"Oh, don't act like you don't know," said Serena.

Phil's eyes went up to the ceiling. "I swear to God," he muttered. "What the hell are you talking about? What charade?"

Shaking her head, Serena moved a bit closer. "Come on, Phil, we all know what game you're playing. Hang out with one of the company's princesses, get more pull with the top guys. You'll be champion in no time. Then once you are, you drop her. Because what use will this…Kat," she spat the name, "be to you then?"

Phil was speechless. This thought had never occurred to him. Using Katrina to get ahead? Would it be a good idea to get a title shot? Yeah. But that would only be short term. That's not what he wanted. Though he wouldn't just come out and admit it, he was thinking much more long term with Kat, something more permanent.

"What…what makes you think that?" he asked.

Serena rolled her eyes. "Well, why else would you want her? It's not like there's anything special about her. She's not that pretty and she's boring. Not to mention she only hangs out with guys. She's probably sleeping with them all. Not exactly girlfriend material."

"You're wrong."

"Oh? Wrong about what exactly?"

"Everything," he answered. "Everything."

"Please," Serena scoffed. "Enlighten me on how different she is. Tell me how wrong I am."

I will, thought Phil. "Saying she's not that pretty is appalling but if I were to say she's pretty, that'd be a disgrace. Katrina's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You say she's boring but you don't even know her. Maybe she's boring to you 'cause she's shy. She doesn't trust you right away so she doesn't open up. She's not boring, she's kind and funny and like no one else. And she's sleeping with her friends? Maybe they're just close because they've always been there for her."

"You could say that about anyone," Serena replied. "That doesn't mean it's true."

"I would never dream of using her. I love her," murmured Phil softly.

"Ugh," Serena gagged at the word. "Just ew. How could you even connect love to her?"

But Phil wasn't listening. He was already walking away, done with Serena, done with anyone like her.


Phil was having a bit of a meltdown. It was bad enough that Serena forced herself on him. What he couldn't believe was how strong she really was. When she grabbed onto him…He couldn't move. If she doesn't win one of the women's belts, she could definitely go out for one of the guys', he thought, rubbing the back of his neck.

It also wasn't so good that he had told Serena of all people that he loved Katrina. Not that it wasn't true—the moment he said it, Phil realized just how true it was—he just knew that Serena could try and use that information against him somehow.

But he had another problem on his hands. He hadn't seen Kat.

He was worried, to say the least. Had she forgotten about their date? Had she somehow injured herself? Was Adam being extra protective and not allowing her to come? Or…

Ending his last thought before it could fully form, Phil paced in the lobby. "No," he muttered to himself. "That…no. She couldn't have seen…" He was pulling at his hair and couldn't just stand still.

Out of nowhere, he felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped slightly at the touch. He turned around and saw Chris standing there, a bottle of Coke in his hands. "Oh. Um, hey."

"Hey there," Chris said, not really noticing Phil's unease. "So I have some bad news."

"Okay…" said Phil nervously. "What is it?"

"You and Kat had some kind of date, right?" Chris asked. He knew the answer, he just wanted to ask.

"Uh-huh." Phil was trying not to let the freak-out happening inside of him show on his face. But he felt he wasn't doing a good job at hiding his inner turmoil.

Putting his hands together, Chris continued. "Well, Gail told me to tell you that Kat told her that she wasn't feeling well and was in no mood to go anywhere."

"She couldn't call or anything?"

"You should know how she is by now," Chris answered with a smirk. "As smart as she is sometimes, she's awful with common sense. Making me search for you instead of using a telephone." He rubbed the back of his neck. "But hopefully she'll be better soon."

"Yeah, yeah," said Phil absentmindedly as he attempted to collect his thoughts. "Um, are you going to see her later tonight or…?"

Chris hadn't really been paying attention. He was much more focused on the cap in his hands from his bottle.

"Ahem," Phil cleared his throat and waited for Chris to look at him.

"Oh, uh, sorry. What was that?"

"I asked you if you would be seeing Katrina later on," answered Phil, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Chris scratched his chin. "Right. I knew that's what you said, I was just testing you." He nodded. "But yeah, I should be. Why? Is there anything you want me to tell her?"

Phil looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. "Well, could you just tell her that I hope she feels a lot better as soon as possible?"

"Sure, no problem," said Chris. He looked at Phil—really looked at him then. "You, uh, you really like Kat, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," Phil responded, barely surprised that he did not hesitate when Chris asked.

Nodding, Chris said, "That's what I thought. That's probably why Adam can't stand you," he muttered.

Now, Phil was surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Oh," Chris groaned. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Yeah, well, I did," said Phil. "Now what do you mean?"

Chris shook his head. "Just…It's nothing really. Nothing that you have to worry about."

"I'm not worrying, I'm just wondering."

"Damn it," mumbled Chris. "Okay, look, no one's supposed to really know about this but…Wait. Before I can tell you anything, you have to promise you won't tell a soul. Especially Kat."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I promise," Phil said. "What is it?"

"Uh-huh. Not good enough. You gotta pinky promise," Chris told him, no trace of joking anywhere on his face.

When Phil realized that, he said, "Oh, my god, you can't be serious right now!"

Chris narrowed his eyes. "I don't joke about pinky promises."

This time, Phil could not control his eye roll as he reached his hand towards Chris's, pinkies extended. "This is so childish," he commented.

"Shut up, it's the only way I know I can trust you." Their pinky fingers connected briefly and Chris stared at Phil. "I'm serious though, you can't tell anyone. Not even your dearest grandmother or whatever."

Phil couldn't help but laugh at him. "I told you I promised, didn't I?"

"You better be trustworthy," said Chris, looking away. When he turned his attention back on Phil, he sighed. "Okay, so you know how Adam can be pretty protective of Kat?" Phil nodded so he continued. "Well, there's a reason for that." He fidgeted with his bottle cap. "You see—and he doesn't tell people this—he may or may not have had a thing for Kat at some point."


Chris backed away from Phil, stunned by his loudness. "It was a few years ago," Chris said quickly. "Nothing recent. But he's been especially cautious for her since then. I mean, he was always looking out for her. We all were. We promised her dad."

"Adam had a thing for her?" Phil said, not quite believing what he was hearing.

Chris began looking nervous. "Yeah, sort of. It didn't last long but—"

"When was this?" Phil interrupted.

"Back in…I don't know, maybe '06. I haven't exactly been keeping track. I wasn't in the company then, remember?"

"Did Katrina know that?"

Waving his hand, Chris shook his head and said, "Nah, she can be pretty oblivious sometimes. And Adam didn't want to freak her out or anything by telling her." He shrugged. "And this doesn't mean you have to tell her. She has enough things on her mind. Adam having a crush on her for a spell doesn't need to be another burden."

Phil nodded. "I told you I wouldn't tell anyone." Now that he was thinking right, he could definitely imagine Adam having a thing for Kat. Chris and Jay were never too protective of her; they weren't the way Adam was. He took it to another level.

"Not a soul," Chris warned. "Or something bad will happen to you. And me 'cause Adam will know that it was me who said something." His voice lowered, embarrassed, when he spoke next. "It's always me."

"Hey, man, look," Phil said. "It's not your fault. You let something slip on accident and I demanded an answer from you. It's all on me." As annoying as Chris could be, Phil didn't really want him to get an earful or much worse from Adam. "Anyway, thanks…for telling me that and about Kat being sick."

"No problem," replied Chris. "But I better get going or the guys are gonna start wondering what happened to me. Not that they'd really care but they'd wonder." He smiled. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, talk to you later." Once Chris was out of sight, Phil let out a loud sigh. He had gotten a lot of information that night. Though having the knowledge on why Adam was so overly protective was helpful, knowing Kat was not feeling well mattered more to him.

Tomorrow morning, he thought, I'm gonna go to her hotel room to see if she's any better.


Come the next morning, Phil was anxious to see Katrina. He debated over what would be the best time to go to her. He didn't want to be too early, nor too late. He found himself pacing in his own room for a bit before finally deciding on a time. He'd go over at nine-thirty.

When the time came, he nervously walked out his door, making his way down the hall toward Kat's room. Once he got there, he hesitantly knocked on the door. His hands now in his pockets, he waited for Kat to come answer.

It took a couple minutes but she finally did. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she was still in her nightclothes. "Oh," she said upon seeing Phil. "Hey."

"Hey," he said back with a smile. "Can I come in?"

"Um, sure." She opened the door further, making room for him. "You can just sit…wherever."

"Okay." He looked around the room for a few seconds before taking a seat on the edge of her bed. As she walked closer to him, he asked, "Are you feeling any better since yesterday?"

She smiled slightly at him, sitting next to him. "Yeah, yeah, I do. I guess I just had to sleep it off."

Leaning in closer to her, Phil said, "That's good. I don't want you feeling sick or anything."

As he moved in nearer, he saw Katrina move back further.

"Phil," she said, some sadness in her voice. "We need to talk."

Puzzled, Phil responded, "Okay…About what?"

She looked away from him, then looked down at her hands. When she looked back up at him, there was a fretful look in her eyes. "Phil," she said slowly, then taking a deep breath.

"What is it?" he wondered, getting more antsy by the second.

She whispered her reply. "I can't do this anymore."

Sorry for leaving it there, I guess…

So…what did you guys think? Don't be afraid to let me have it. I love hearing from you guys, good or bad! Well, as long as you're not overly rude about it or anything.

Oh, and Happy 4th of July to any American readers! You know how I'm gonna spend Independence Day? Bein' lazy by waiting for my lava lamp to work and listening to Paolo Nutini. xD