"Between Wrong and Right"
Authors' Note: So I've been having this story stuck in my head for awhile and I actually decided to go ahead with the idea of doing this story. (: I really hope you guys enjoy this story and if so please read and review, it would be so appreciated. Thanks!
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"For the billionth time dad, I really am just fine."
"..Well I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's just…we barely talk like we use to. I never hear from you. Sometimes, I just need to know how my little girl is doing."
It really was great having her dad in town – the petite brunette Diva, Mickie James, couldn't show enough of her gratitude to the WWE company for booking a fan signing that happened to be in her hometown of Richmond, Virginia for the weekend, which gave Mickie the perfect opportunity to meet with her family before heading off to the signing – it honestly was great. Spending time with her dad was something that the diva could honestly say she hadn't been able to do in longer time than she ever wanted.
The only thing that she could recall doing had been the usual WWE related business that came with the job. House shows, regularly Diva photo shoots, radio talk shows, fan signings and many other activities had been all that the Diva's schedule consisted of lately. Of course, she spent time at bars and hotel rooms with the other Divas, but even that trapped her from seeing her father, as well.
But none of that mattered, because today was different.
Yes, she was still booked to attend a busy fan signing with the fans of the WWE, but she would also be spending the entire weekend in her hometown with her father. And, it was great – but at the same time, nerve-wrecking. She knew that even just spending an evening with her father would lead up to him asking her bucket loads of questions.
Her relationship with her father had been on the rocks because of her busy schedule she had within the WWE. This often made her father doubt that the two were close and it was absolutely necessary that he'd ask her the same basic "how are you doing" question only a million times.
Although it all had been just a ploy. Her father eventually would reveal the real question he needed an answer to. The question simply being, "so, is there a boy in your life right now?"
Surprisingly enough however, that one question still had yet to arrive in the conversation between herself and her father, but Mickie was betting that it was shortly to come.
"…Mickie, I really am sorry if I am coming off as a bother to you," he began, instantly catching the brown eyes of the petite Diva as she sharply turned her head in the direction of her father, "I know that you'd rather be spending time with that, um…Candice girl, is it? Or even some of your old Richmond friends. And, I know my questions are very dull and nagging. I don't mean to be so into your life as I am." He slipped one of his arms around her shoulder and drew her into a tight hug. "It's just I'm nervous…scared, even. I don't know the 'right' questions to ask you, I just know I don't want to lose my relationship with you."
Mickie softly placed her flat palm on her dad's back whilst offering him a warm smile. "Dad! You're not losing me," Mickie corrected him, "We're still very close."
What hurt the most to the petite Diva who stood wrapped in her father's arm had been that behind those words was a lie, it all was just sympathy for her father.
He already lost so much in his life. He lost a marriage with her mother. He lost his job. And soon he would be losing his daughter – but she was willing to do her best to not allow that to happen.
"Besides," somehow the petite Diva got in touch with the perky side she often showed in the ring, "What better way to better a relationship…than going out for breakfast, just father and daughter."
A smiled whipped on the lips of her dad – a smile that she noticed she hadn't seen in awhile – as he pulled in his daughter for an even tighter hug.
The two had been taking a stroll down the sidewalks of Richmond. It had been her father's insisting that it was a beautiful day for a walk which led Mickie to not take her car.
She couldn't recall how long the walk was to the café? Her father had kept her engaged in several conversations the entire way, so the time had went by quite fast.
And soon enough, their walk was rewarded as they both noticed a café building in their reach soon approaching.
"Here we are," her dad announced. He led himself and Mickie to the front door of the building, then pulling open the door for his young daughter before she had the chance to open it herself. In return, she offered him a smile as she walked through the doorway underneath his arm and soon enough, her father shortly caught up with her as the wind closed the door behind him.
Instantly, the two skimmed down the café for a table and lucky enough found a small table set for two. Mickie headed toward the empty table, unzipping her jacket the entire way. She hung her jacket on the back of her chair, now revealing a dark green colored shirt layered on top of a gray one along with a pair of denim jeans.
As her father took his seat and Mickie took the seat across from him that had been aiming toward the entrance door, her father spoke up again, "So Mickie, tell how have things been for you, lately? Wrestling wise, of course. I heard word that you're actually booked a match at Wrestlemania this year? That's awesome!"
As much as she would have loved to engage into the conversation and inform her dad just how grateful she was to have a match at Wrestlemania (after so many doubts that she'd be taking the backseat to another Diva such as Kelly Kelly for the spotlight) and even let her dad know that she was planning on taking home the title of Miss Wrestlemania in a few weeks, she just couldn't settle in concentration to the conversation.
Her narrowed eyes were captured by the figures bursting through the entrance door of the café. Though the three figures hadn't entered in such a rushy way – as you'd think they would – they still had a unique way of ordering the attention of almost everyone in the room without even saying a word.
This left Mickie intrigued to say the least until one of the three superstars seemed to make himself more known than the other two. It had almost been as if a glow had been wrapped around him and the other two couldn't measure up to it. He appeared so untouched. So deaf to what others would choose to say about him. So blind to those who dared to watch him, and for the time being, that including Mickie James.
And just as these rapid thoughts were clouding her mind…
"Mickie….Mickie?"
She could "count" on her father to call an end to it all, forcing her to fall back into the conversation.
She tightly blinked her eyes shut and once she opened them, she was staring back toward her father and mentally attempting to erase all thoughts from what she just saw. "…You still there, sweet heart?" He asked her. Her dad took in notice of her now slightly dead eyes.
Mickie whipped a false smile on her lips. "Uh-huh. Sorry about that, dad," Mickie said quickly before her eyes drifted off to a certain figure standing behind her father's head, "I guess I just, dose off back there."
Her father could hear her last words being muttered underneath her breath. He knew she had drawn herself out of their conversation; then again, he hadn't been listening much to her explanation after he caught her eyes drift off yet again. This time however, he followed where her eyes pointed at as he threw his head over his shoulder.
Mickie caught a glimpse of her father's movement and mentally cursed at herself for even staring in that direction.
What a give away, it was that she gave to her father, completely hinting him where exactly to stare it despite it of course being unintentional. Much like her father now, she just couldn't take her eyes off of the new guy who arrived in the café.
She sighed knowing what her father's next words would probably be.
"You know that guy?"
…And those words weren't it.
She at the least was expecting her father to say something so far from reality. Had she known him? She could now ask her father had he been crazy for asking her such a question. "No!" Instantly, Mickie scoffed. "Dad, you need to watch my shows more because Randy Orton and I are not friends." And if Mickie had only not been so pissed off at the question she had been asked by her father then she would have shared a laugh with herself at just the thought of her and Randy Orton as friends. She noticed the back of her father's head still turned toward him. "And, stop staring at him dad!"
The petite Diva had leant forward – preparing to grab her father's shoulder and hopefully gain his attention – but as she almost did so, she caught the glimpse of icy cold blue eyes meeting hers. It instantly froze her solid, leaving her muscles to go what felt completely numb. It had almost been as if some alarm in Randy's head had set on as soon as Mickie was most vulnerable to look like a complete idiot.
Or perhaps, it had just been some voice inside of his head that told him so?
Mickie licked her bottom lip and slowly parked herself back inside of her chair. Her eyes hadn't drifted from Randy's however and his from her's. She studied the cold glare he was staring toward her – his icy blue eyes narrowed down at her and she felt as if that had been the first time that he actually took notice of her as of late and what just great timing it was.
The only two friends he had on the brand – Ted and Cody – both grabbed the shoulders of Randy, leading him off to the counter. Mickie couldn't say that he still was staring at her after that, he seemed to put an end to his staring with a slow eye roll toward her and then walked to the counter with his other two friends where they then ordered coffee.
It all left Mickie feeling more pathetic than anyone she have to.
She drifted her eyes off to her lap and when she looked back up it had been her father's eyes that now was staring into hers.
"Hey, that is that Randy Orton guy isn't it? Wow. His father is a real legend, did you know that, Micks?" Mickie snarled at the words of her father and tried her best to drown the sound of his voice from her head. Had he not just seen the awkward moment she shared with the likes of Randy Orton? "…Too bad that kid is such an asshole. He really could use a good talk or two."
Mickie noticed the trio of Randy and his good friends walking their way back from the counter and it hit her that her father lips moving with the words that were coming out from his mouth plus Randy Orton passing by their table again wasn't such a good combo.
"Dad, shut up!" Under her breathe, she grunted. The last thing she needed had been her father bad mouthing someone like Randy Orton. She knew her father didn't know better. He spoke what was on his mind and like the majority of Mickie's family members – they hadn't much positive thoughts about Randy Orton.
What felt like a breeze of coldness passing by their table, in reality had just been the shadows of the group known as Legacy passing by before they made their way out of the door. This time it hadn't been the eyes of Randy Orton that Mickie caught, but instead the back of him. She made a sigh underneath her breathe.
…If she could be anywhere but here.
"You're so embarrassing sometimes dad." The eyes of Mickie rolled up to her head as the moment reminded Mickie of the times in her past that her father always knew the 'right' things to say when she had been around friends or perhaps when she had been forced by her father to bring a boyfriend over to be "Dad-Checked" first.
"What was that sweetheart?"
Before Mickie could answer her father with a simple "never mind" as a retort, she had felt a vibration against her leg that instantly startled her but she eventually reached into her pocket before the vibration could come to an end. It of course had been her cell phone and much to her surprise, it hadn't been a call but instead a text message sent her way.
A frown made its way on her face as she read her way through the text message.
"Something wrong, dear?" Had been what her father asked her when noting the expression of disappointment that was written on his daughters face.
"..Uh, it's just Candice, dad," Mickie answered him, "Apparently, they're starting the signing a hour earlier than planned and if I don't head out of here now I'm going to be late." Though she had not wanted to, she did manage to raise her head up from the screen of her phone to the face of her father – she could already see a puzzled, yet still somewhat hurt, expression her father was wearing. "…I'm really sorry, dad."
"No, its okay, Mickie. You go ahead and take care of what needs to be taken care of. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
Her dad's reassurance didn't exactly help better the guilty feelings that she was feeling – despite her knowing that had been her father's intentions behind his words. "...You sure?" Quietly, she muttered underneath her breathe. She hadn't wanted to hear her father supply her with a "yes". She didn't want to leave him, though she knew what to expect next.
"Of course."
That surely had not surprised her. But once again – she would have to put aside her family and the things she had wanted to do for her job and the things she needed to do. It had been one of the downfalls of working in the wrestling business that she was. But she had already made it this far into this business, she had no choice but to suck it up and attempt to look forward to seeing new faces of the fans and the other superstars and Divas that would be attending the fan signing.
"Alright." Eventually, she answered back. As soon as she stood up, she felt her father almost instantly lean over the table and draw her into a long embrace. This now made her feel horrible as a sigh escaped from her lips and her eyes drifted down to the floor of the café.
"And, don't worry. As soon as this signing is over, then we can meet right back up again, deal?"
She smiled toward his offer as her eyes managed to make their way from the floor up to the eyes of her father, making it a perfect match as they both stared at each other. "Deal."
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Well, that was just the first chappy. I know it's not too good and there's no hug e suspend built up for it yet or anything but this story idea has been stuck in my head forever and this is how I always saw the story beginning. So I hope you are enjoying it so far.
Also, in the next chapter, Mickie James will learn the hazards of getting too close to the likes of Randy Orton and just how well he can show someone when they're not wanted.