"Aren't you excited about the draft?" The lovely blonde diva asked.
"Same as it is every draft. I'll miss the people who leave, most of them anyway, and the people that stay, I'll be happy. Because I've grown on you guys." Mickie explained to the ever-so-eager Kelly Kelly.
"Yeah, that's how I felt when I got drafted to Raw." Kelly smiled, as always.
"If memory serves me correctly, Kelly, you weren't drafted here." Mickie explained to her queer friend.
"Oh yeah, the whole "contracts" segment we had backstage. Good times... Good times." Kelly Kelly remarked to Mickies tone.
"Good times won't be there if either of us get drafted." Mickie pointed out.
"Well, that is true. Lets not dwell on the past though, lets have some fun." Kelly raised her arms with a rock symbol.
"Actually, you have a match up next." again, thought Mickie.
"When I go kick Jillian's ass, then we'll have some fun." Kelly smiled lacing her wrestling boots.
"You do that." Mickie looked at her wrestling boots, she had come in hoping for a match, only to find out it was Kelly vs. Jillian for the millionth time. It had made her upset, she always thought back to the good old days. It's not like she was really interested in the spotlight of it all, she just didn't want under-developed divas like Kelly ruining the "Diva" name. It was harsh, and she hated herself for thinking something like that about her friend, but it was true.
Breaking Mickie's thoughts, Kelly waved her hand in front of Mickie's face.
"Ah, what is this all about?" Mickie asked.
"I've been trying to grab your attention, forever." Kelly rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I've been thinking." Mickie shrugged.
"Okay, whatever. I'm going out to the ring." With that, Kelly exited the divas locker room and confidently walked down the hallway. While Mickie stay locked in there with her own thoughts.
Somehow, Mickie thoughts transferred to him, again. Why wont these feelings go away?, she asked herself. She wasn't supposed to like him. But she couldn't be without him. They were such good "friends", if you could call it that, now it all went wrong. Mickie wondered if he still thought about her...