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Five Year Olds

The 'Punk Princess' Diva known as Ashley Massaro walked the white corridors of the Raw arena, rocking out to the sound of Yellowcard's hit song Lights and Sounds from her iPod. Though the diva was insanely in love with the song, she chose not to show it through any head bobbing or dancing, thus avoiding any insane glares coming from her fellow Raw colleagues.

Carrying on through the arena without any specific destination, she found a place to stop once she found her two friends, Mickie James and John Cena standing at the end of the hallway she was currently walking through. Content with finally being able to stop roaming for the time being, she walked up to them with a bright smile.

"Good mood?" Mickie asked, turning her attention from John to Ashley.

Ashley simply nodded, before breaking free of her 'sanity' and began to bob her head bouncing around her spot slightly. The brunette raised a brow at Ashley's weird but usual behaviour, as Ashley pointed to her iPod and gave her two thumbs up before going back to her music. Mickie shrugged it off and turned back to John, who continued to oddly stare at the dancing body that belonged to Ashley.

"Yeah, forget about her. Do you have a match for tonight?" Mickie asked the former champion as the three began to walk with Ashley playing her air drums. Doing as told, John forgot about what the self proclaimed 'Dirty Diva' was doing on his far right.

"Yup, against Mark Henry" John told the smaller one of the two with a sour tone.

"Oh, Mark Henry? Fun" She replied to him with a sarcastic tone,

"Very" He remarked with an equal amount of sarcasm in his voice, that was found in Mickie's a few seconds before.

The three continued to stroll along the corridors, Ashley still completely distracted by the sound of rock and alternative music blasting from her headphones, loud enough for the two beside her to hear.

"What's up John, Mickie?" The fourth member of their little group made his presence known by tapping the shoulders of the two, before walking side by side of them. "Oh, and Ash, try not to break anything" He told her, referring to her air guitar and drum playing she was doing to her music.

It was his only remark to Ashley, but the diva was quick to respond with a; "Fuck off Orton"

"Harsh" He told her with a hurt tone and arm to his chest, acting as if he was hurt by the blonde's words.

To state the obvious, the two were not the best of friends, or nearly close. Though they have always hung with the same people, they were never the two to get along. Spitting offensive words back and forth between the two was the normal, and if there was not bickering going on, something was not right.

"Why don't you two just not talk to one another?" Mickie suggested, glancing at the both of them. Randy simply shrugged,

"He started it!" Ashley tried to defend herself with those words, followed by sticking out her tongue.

"Oh, how mature Ashley" Randy spat back with squinted eyes, as Ashley just crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed, distracting herself from the Legend Killer with the satisfying music from her iPod.

"Much better" Mickie acknowledged with a smile.

Eventually the four separated as Ashley and Mickie made their way to the Diva's locker, and John and Randy to the men's locker room.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Ashley removed the headphones out of her ears and took the iPod off its hold setting and turned it off, wrapping the headphones around it before tossing it in her bag.

"Ugh" She scoffed, "Finally'

Mickie turned around at her statement to find Ashley in the middle of an eye roll.

"What now?" Mickie asked her knowingly. She knew her best friend had some sort complaining to do.

"He just talks so damn much and he picks on me like we're five year olds!" Ashley began to vent out when Mickie stopped her with a statement of her own.

"You see, the key word there was 'we're'. You're both acting like five year olds" Mickie pointed out, to the annoyed one of the two. Crossing her arms once again, she retorted;

"It's his fault!" Ashley decided to notify Mickie still with a child-like attitude.

Mickie gave her a certain look, "See, there you go again with this five year old stuff. You guys are grown ass people, and you're just going to have to act like it and get along. It's not fair for me and John to have to deal with two little kids bickering all the time, can't you just make it stop?"

"I'll stop when he stops" Ashley said quietly, knowing what Mickie would say about her remorse, and judging by the look on Mickie's face, she was right. "Alright, fine. I will try to get along with him, for your and sake, and John's. But not his"

Mickie nodded, grabbing her duffle bag from where it was placed on the bench,

"Like I said, you're going to have to because we have an eight hour road trip with him and John"

Ashley's mouth parted and her eyebrows furrowed in angry, "What? Eight hours?! Micks, how about we get our own car? The two of us can drive, it'll be so peaceful, please. Just don't put me in the car with that huge ego for eight hours! Please, Mickie!" Ashley plead with the already decided Mickie.

"Sorry, Ash. But it's gonna happen" Mickie said before exciting the locker room to go associate with the other superstars of the brand, leaving Ashley to her own anger.

"Eight hours with that idiot, great" She told herself sarcastically before rummaging into her bag and finding her iPod. Turning it on, she set it on shuffle and closed her eyes and rested until Raw began.

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Fresh out the locker room showers after her successful match, Ashley was zipping up her sweater, waiting for Mickie to finish getting ready herself.

"Did the douche bag lose his match?" Ashley blankly asked Mickie while running a hand through her damp dirty-blonde hair.

"Why do you care?" Mickie asked with a raised brow,

"Don't be silly Mickie, I would just use it against him tomorrow during the car-" She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Mickie.

"Sorry, I forgot I am suppose to be nice tomorrow" Ashley said sheepishly, swinging her duffle bag over her shoulder as Mickie did the same.

"It won't be too bad, just stay silent" Mickie advised her friend as she swung an arm around her.

"I guess you're right" Ashley agreed before pulling out her iPod and sticking her headphones in her ear, blanking out and enjoying the music, only momentarily returning to reality once Mickie stopped.

Looking at where the brunette halted, she realised she was in talks with John and the 'douche bag' himself, Randy.

She stood beside her impatiently, not even really listening to what they were talking about. Deciding if it wasn't about her, it wasn't worth hearing, especially when Randy's lips are moving.

"Well then, we'll see you guys tomorrow, bright and early" Mickie was heard saying, with her usual bubbly-ness that the 'dirty diva' despised at times.

"Yes, we will" The voice of John Cena's spoke, as Ashley noted the hug between John and Mickie, then between Randy and Mickie.

John opened his arms for Ashley as she gladly expected, though she wasn't exactly in the caring or loving mood. Pulling away from John, she didn't even bother to hug Randy. It has never even crossed her mind to do so, and nothing was going to change now.

Randy glared at her as she started to walk away from the two and towards the exit with Mickie by her side.

"Well, bye punk" Randy called after her using the word 'punk' in a more offensive way, as oppose to the punk princess term Ashley liked.

Not being too bothered by the Viper's usual words, she simply responded with her goodbye

"Bye jerk"

Mickie scoffed at the two before leaving the venue and heading to the hotel for a good night's sleep. Ashley was completely dreading the next day, but did not let it disrupt her in anyway, for now.

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