What If? III

"Looking forward to it." she giggled a little.

"Great." he chuckled. "I'll see you on Saturday."

"Saturday." she nodded. "Bye." she hung up and squealed a little, lol.

Over the past couple of days, Punk and Claire had been texting each other and he wanted to make sure she felt comfortable and knew him a little. Of course he had mentioned that he was in the army and whatnot, because he didn't want to leave that out and hide it from her. Finally, it was Saturday night, lol. He attempted to cook, but ended up burning their food, so he ordered pizza lol. Noticing the time, he changed into a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt. All he had to do was wait for Claire to show up.

She looked up at Punk's place, making sure that it was the right address before walking up, smoothing out her blouse as she did so. After destroying her room trying to find something to wear, she opted for that top and a pair of black jeans. It was casual, but they were at his house. Not like they were out at some five star restaurant. She got to his door and knocked on it, waiting for him to answer.

Hearing the knock, Punk made sure everything looked clean and that he looked good lol...then he opened the door. "Hey Claire." he said with a small grin. "Come on in." he said as he stepped aside to let her in.

"Hi." she smiled and walked in, looking around. "Nice place you've got here."

"Thanks. It's small, but it's home." he said as he closed the door. "You look great."

"Thank you." She blushed a little. "You clean up nice, too."

"I try." he chuckled. "So, I had this awesome idea in my head that I was going to cook for you...and I started but uh, that didn't go very well." he chuckled. "I hope pizza is okay."

"Pizza's great." she laughed a little. "Is it here?"

"It is." he nodded. "Ready to eat?"

"Sure." she nodded. "Lead the way."

He nodded and lead her over to his kitchen, where he had the pizza box on the table as well as some plates and cups. "Want anything to drink?"

"Water's fine." Lacy said.

"Water it is." he nodded as he grabbed her a water bottle and handed it over to her. "Well then, lets dig in."

She opened the box and grabbed a slice of pizza. "So... tell me more about yourself."

"Hm, well...I grew up in Chicago my whole life." he started off. "All my friends and family back home call me Punk, since I was a bit of a troublemaker." he chuckled. "I was pretty big on wrestling and wanted to work towards making it in the business, but I joined the army instead." he shrugged.

"Why?" she asked as she watched him. "I mean, from what you were telling me, it was your dream."

"Well, I had to put my dream aside for my Mom. I'm close to her and I know that all she's ever wanted was for me to go to school and get my education in college. Money was tight, I needed medical coverage and a way to get into school, so...the army was the best thing. Plus, it kept me out of trouble."

She nodded. "You're very thoughtful." That was all she could come up with? Gah... lol.

He chuckled and nodded. "So, how about you?" he asked as he ate some more pizza.

She laughed a little. "Oh man, I really hate talking about myself... Um, I'm from California, but I have a friend here who's trying to get me to share a place with her, so I'm actually just visiting for a while," she told him. "My real name is Claire but my friends and family call me Lacy. That's my middle name," in case he was confused, lol. "And um... that's it." she laughed a little.

"Simple enough." he nodded. "So, do you prefer Claire or Lacy?"

"Honestly, Lacy." she laughed a little.