What If IX

"There's nothing to fix, not with her in the picture." She shook her head. "You already knew that things would have to change when you proposed anyway. We can't do what we do, have what we have, if you're married. I know that I'm just a fuck, and I'm not letting you risk the girl that is The One for you over a fuck."

"You're not just a fuck." he told her. "You're my best friend, who I always want to have around. Maria may not like it, but I don't give a fuck. She can't tell me who I can and can't have in my life."

"Phil, if I stuck around, it'd be like this all of the time." She sighed. "I don't like her, she doesn't like me and you'd constantly feel like you're in the middle. It's okay Phil, I still support you. I'm happy for you. Go propose to her and get married, okay? She makes you happy."

He shook his head. "I never wanted it to get like this." he sighed in defeat.

"I guess all good things must come to an end." She smiled sadly. "You should be excited, you're starting a new chapter in your life."

"I guess." he nodded. "It's just going to be weird without you in it too."

"I'll always be your friend, Phil. That wont change."

"Yeah." he said. "...I guess I'll let you go then." he told her. "Go do what you have to do." he chuckled a bit.

"Goodbye hug?" She offered and opened her arms.

He nodded and hugged her tightly, lol.

She hugged him back for a moment. "Uh.. Phil, I gotta breathe." She chuckled.

"Oh. Right." he nodded and pulled away from her. "Don't cause any trouble now." he teased.

"I'll go get a boyfriend and start some with him."

"Poor guy." he joked.

"He'll be okay." she chuckled. "Good luck with Maria."

"yeah, thanks." he said.

"I'll see you around." she said as she walked towards the train that just pulled up. She'd cry later. lol

He waved goodbye to her and made sure she made it on the train safely before leaving.

(i'll fast forward I guess lol)

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A few months later...

Punk was finally getting married today. Usually on these days, the groom is supposed to be happy and excited, but not Punk. He didn't know what to feel anymore. Ever since he proposed to Maria, things changed. She did a complete 360 and instead of being the nice girl he knew, she turned into this raging bitch. He didn't know if it was that Bridezilla disease or what, but he didn't like it at all. She would constantly drag him places for the wedding and wouldn't let him have a say in anything. He couldn't even have any friends as groomsmen, guests...or well...anything. He fought with her all the time and she always told him that "it's her day and she should have things her way and Punk should keep her happy". He decided after a while to just shut up and let her be. However, he did get Colt to be his best man, which was a plus for him.

While he was happy about that, he was bummed because he hasn't seen or heard from Lacy since the last time they saw each other. It saddened him that day and he wasn't the same since then. He found himself thinking about her often and wondering what (who) she was doing, who she was with and so on. He missed her laugh, her stubborn attitude, her pretty smile, her hair (lol) and just her in general. He sighed and then he heard a knock on the door. Punk did send Lacy an invitation and hoped maybe she would show up, he didn't care how Maria would react either. "Come in."

"Excited, Punker?" Colt asked as he walked in the room, fixing his tie. "You don't look it." He liked Maria at the start, but noticed that ever since Lacy left, Punk was mopey and Maria was more of a bitch than usual. He just wanted to make sure that the day went by as smoothly as possible for his buddy.

"Yeah, I'm just kind of not feeling it right now." he said. "I don't know, maybe I'll snap out of it." he shrugged.

"You're not having doubts, are you?"

"I don't know. I wasn't but then Maria turned into such a bitch once I put that ring on her finger." he said. "So now I'm like shit, am I marrying a bitch?"

He frowned. "So what are you going to do?"

"Grin and bare it?" he snorted. "She'd kill me if I stood her up."

"Punk, you're about to go out there and say 'til death do us part and you find yourself not even liking her that much anymore. This is not something that you just grin and bare. Ask yourself honestly - do you want to marry her?"