Title: Two Sides of a Coin
Author: Mel
Summary: Love and hate are two sides of the same coin.
Dist: Ask
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Melina Perez, Johnny Nitro, Mickie James
Warnings: Language, slash
Notes: This is a prompt I asked for from a friend. I wanted to expand into something new thus she gave me a pairing: Mickie/Melina and a prompt love/hate. So if you don't' like femme slash, etc, don't read it. I was just bored and wanted something different to write.
Mel
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I like to watch her as she moves.
She is always so graceful, yet so jerky with her body. Especially when she upset, and most of the time she is upset when things don't go her way.
I like to watch her when he is about to kiss her, pretending it's me. Remembering when it was me.
Many people know of our mutual disdain and dislike for one another.
She likes to make a good display backstage of avoiding me, but politely. God forbid she get in trouble.
I like to watch her.
Some of the outfits she wears though, make me wonder if she has lost all inhibitions or if he's making her do it.
The he is of course Mr. Hollywood Hotshot himself, Johnny Nitro.
Nitro, what the hell kind of name is that anyway? I mean back in OVW he was just a greasy dorky dumb ass. He had a crush on her then. I would laugh when he'd whine about her being a bitch to him. I never let him know I knew why she was a bitch.
She was a bitch because I was making her jealous.
We'd had a few encounters. Nothing much. All I've done is kiss her, move my hands over her when we would practice. Sometimes linger too long. Then she started to linger too. I think that's when she decided to go after him. Now they are attached at the hip, but not completely.
I think she went after him and hates me for it because she figured out he can't give her want she needs. What she craves.
He can't be me.
I laugh about it sometimes when I'm alone and allow myself to truly think of my love for her. To think of how I wish things could be.
But no she hates me.
But what she doesn't know is that each time she looks at me with disgust and distain, it just fuels my hope more. She doesn't seem to realize her hate is really more. It's hate of herself because of how she feels.
I can see it in her eyes in the locker room. Her lingering glances. Her accidental brushes.
She wants me too. And she hates me for it.
But I love her anyway.
So I watch her from shadows, hoping and knowing one day she will no longer hate me, but will love me. The question is will I still love her then?
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So that was different.
Mel