AN: Hello! Surprised to see me back? XD Yeah, I kind of have too much time on my hands. I have had nothing but good constructive comments for my Chris/Mickie oneshot, in which one of my reviewers asked if I had any plans of doing a John/Mickie story. That pretty much prompted me to work on this fic. :P So, kai1994, this is for you! :D Please don't forget to read & review! It'll mean the world if you do. (And if you really like it, feel free to add it to your favourites! It'll definately make me want to write more). Feel free to drop me promts or requests, I'd be more than happy to fufil as many requests as I can!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Everything written in here is a work of fiction, hence the term fanfiction.

"Yes!" she shouted as she watched him work his way out of a hold. Mickie James blushed and sat herself back down on the chair when she noticed that everyone was watching her.

"Cheering for your prince charming again?" Ashley commented, causing Mickie to turn red.

Slapping her by the wrist, Mickie straighted herself up. "No. How can you be so sure? Maybe I was cheering for Edge! Every thought about that?"

Snickering, Ashley pointed to the screen before them. On the screen, showed a blonde-haired man, awaiting for a certain John Cena to get on his feet so he could deliver a spear.

Mickie's eyes widened.

"John, watch out!"

Too late. Edge had already struck, covering him for the three count. The bell was rung and Edge's

arm were raised; face, nothing but smug.

"I thought you were cheering for Edge?" Ashley commented, looking at her friend's sad face.

Mickie sighed.

Ashley's eye widened as she saw the figure, standing behind Mickie. She was excited, to say the very least.

"Micks," Ashley began.

"No, no. Not now," Mickie sighed again. She was rooting for John, if it wasn't obvious enough and wanted him to win. Instead, the ultimate opportunist won.

The figure behind her winked at Ashley. He had overheard their conversation, and her reaction alone was enough for him.

"I'm going to go now." Quickly, Ashley clicked on her heels and walked off.

"Sure! Walk away when I'm depressed!" Mickie called after her.

"So, you were cheering for me, huh?" the figure finally spoke.

"I..I.." she stammered as she turned and saw him looming over her.

His dimples, his smile, just him. The man himself is enough to make her swoon.

He leaned over and whispered.

"I can tell. You're smittened," she could feel his hot breath tickling her ear.

Mickie wanted nothing more than to run away. She touched her face, hoping her red face wouldn't give her away.

"I-"

She failed, as their lips crashed against each other.

"You gave in to me," he smirked.

"No," she tried to defend herself. Giving up, the sighed. "Yes, yes I did."

"Good," he paused and proceeded to walk away.

Mickie watched him go. She felt small now; humiliated.

"Hey, James!" he called after her. She looked up.

"Keep your chin up. I .." he paused and sheepishly added. "I like you."

With a smile, the tiny brunetter ran towards him giving him a hug.

"I .. I don't know what to say."

"Tell me you like me too."

Mickie looked into his ocean blue eyes. "I can't."

John's facial expression changed. His eyes, almost begging her to tell him she didn't mean it. He loosened the grip around her waist, only to be pulled back in a tight embrace.

"I can't say I like you, because I love you."

A smile upon their faces, embracing the mutual affection, they let go of all worries and doubts; their lips crashed once again.

"I love you too, James."