For those of you who don't know, the Miz attended and graduated from Normandy High School. Yours truly is in her last year at Valley Forge High School. The Normandy Invaders and the Valley Forge Patriots are quite the bitter rivals, so I figured since I have all this information at my disposal, why not use it?
I own nothing you recognize.
"You painted your nails Normandy colors."
March glanced down at the chipping polish at her finger tips and pressed her lips into a thin line. "It's for Halloween, dumbass," she replied, chewing moodily on the straw in her iced tea. "Your costume was blue and white last week."
"So?" Mike Mizanin returned smoothly, not without a smirk. "They're just colors."
"Exactly, they're just colors. For Halloween."
He watched her work the straw with her teeth for a few moments, her eyes slightly wide as she looked at him. "I don't think so," Miz continued on.
"You're so full of it your eyes should be brown," March replied haughtily, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
Miz raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Really? Well...you're a traitor. Not very patriotic, huh?"
Her face contorted at his bad pun. "You're stupid" was her only reply. March jiggled her foot and stared out of the hotel lobby window, ignoring the man lounging on the couch opposite her. Several seconds ticked past.
"You're cute when you're angry," Miz stated with a lazy grin.
"You shouldn't be saying that about your rival, Mizanin. You're the one who's so hung up on the fact that I'm from Forge."
He stood, walked around the coffee table, and plopped down into the cushion next to her. "I'm willing to make an exception." He draped an arm over her shoulders.
"Are you trying to be smooth?"
"Maybe, Marchie," he replied, planting a kiss on her cheek which, in combination with the nickname, made her blush. "Is that ok?"
"You're positively infuriating, Michael Mizanin, but I think that's what makes you adorable."
"Really? You think I'm adorable?"
"Just a bit. But you do realize that I still have an obligation to hate you, right?"
"Of course!"
"So...I, uh, hate you."
Miz smiled and squeezed the woman tight. "I hate you too!"