For x.Hardy.at.Heart.x
Two-Shot
A/N: I just found this as I was cleaning off my disk. Reading through it, I smiled and decided to keep going with it. This was started before the draft, when there were still Divas on ECW.
Disclaimer: Do not own. Do not sue. Do not blame me for forgetting I wrote this.
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Holding Out My Heart
I found myself looking in her direction again, for the umpteenth time tonight.
And, of course, my best friend noticed.
"Dude, go ask her out."
I shook my head. "I can't. Not now, anyway."
Mike "The Miz" Mizanin sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Damn it John, why not this time?"
"Because I'm pathetic." I knew it was a lame excuse, but I was running out of them.
First, it was I barely knew her. So, Mike had taken the initiative to invite both her and Lisa Marie Varon, better known as Victoria, to travel with us. So, after spending close to two weeks with her, I found out that she's an Aussie, and completely crazy, but like the cool crazy, not the psychopathic stalker unstable crazy.
Then it was that I just wasn't ready for a relationship, and Mike totally called me out on that.
And they just kept getting worse from there. Like, we're not musically compatible. I'm not good enough for her. She probably thinks I'm a stuck-up pretty boy...
Okay, well, the last one could be true. I've been trying to have minimal contact with her. She severely messes with my head. Not purposely, and I highly doubt she knows she does it, but it's the little things. Her accent, the way she smiles, the way she walks, her attitude... everything little thing about her.
Lately though, it's her scent. It's a honey-milk scent that just causes my mind to fog and I start spacing out.
Chicks like Kaylah are definitely allowed in the Palace of Wisdom.
I could hear chuckles from beside me. 'And there I go again with the spacing out. Damn it.'
"Well, you are right. You are pathetic." Mike laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. "But in all sincerity, you need to do something, and fast. A girl like Kaylah does not come along every day."
I smiled a bit. "Dude, I know that. I think maybe that's why I'm so hesitant."
Mike pointed her out, nudging me to look as well. There she was, smiling and apparently flirting with a few of the ECW and SmackDown! guys.
'I just missed my chance...' I thought, feeling a bit let down.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Mike put his arm around my shoulders, smiling goofily. "We are going to fix this. Or else my name isn't Mike Mizanin, World Tag Team Champion and the Chick Magnet!"
"And exactly what are you going to do to fix this?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
He just continued to smile, bobbing his head slightly. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I was reminded of Joey Tribiani from Friends. 'And now I'm screwed.'
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I was just finishing with my boots when Mike ran in, smiling mischievously. "There." He thrust a silver foil-wrapped box at me, an envelope attached.
"Aw, for me? You shouldn't have." I said, grabbing the box.
"It's not for you. It's for Kaylah." He rolled his eyes, grabbing his own gear to get ready for our tag match.
I smirked, shaking the box. I never did understand Mike when he did things like this. Not that he's unreadable, but his mind is always spinning, always moving, and he comes up with some pretty awesome crap. Last week, after the ECW taping, Layla was upset that she wasn't getting any respect for being a Diva with potential while Barbie just had to look slutty in the ring to get a good pop. So, what does Mike do? He ransacks the catering area to make a little picnic inside the ring for her, paying off a few of the guys that set up and take down the ring so that they could have an hour long picnic.
And all because his girlfriend was having a bad day.
"So, what's in here anyway?" I asked, still shaking the box. It tinkled a bit, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure it out.
Mike ripped the box from my hands, lifting the lid to reveal a little glass heart that was tinted red, but still translucent. It was definitely an interesting object, but seemed odd to receive as a gift. I looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "You serious? You want me to give this to her?"
He shut the lid of the box, tossing it to me. "Yeah. Why not?"
"Well... It just seems odd. Like what do I do? Walk up to her and go 'Here'? What would she think, opening a box to a heart?"
Rolling his eyes, he adjusted his fedora before looking into a mirror. "That's why there's an envelope. Everything is explained in the letter inside."
I shrugged, looking down at the box. Somewhere, deep inside of me, I had a feeling that this could work. That this simple little gesture could get me past my nerves and fears.
But I knew that I was going to mess this up somehow.
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She was by herself.
A rarity.
This was my chance. All I had to do was walk up to her, smile, say 'hello' and give her the box.
But what was I supposed to do while she opened the envelope, read the letter, then opened the box? And why was I only thinking of that while I was walking over to her?
My hands were shaking as I looked at her again, our eyes meeting briefly, before she turned away towards Layla.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned away, getting somewhat of a brilliant idea as I headed down the hallway. A small confident smile crossed my lips as I came to a halt in front of the Diva locker room.
When there was no response from within, I entered the room, thankful that it was empty as I went over to Kaylah's stuff, setting the gift on top.
Pleased with myself, I went to leave, only to hear voices on the other side of the door.
And they were female.
'I am so dead!'
Thinking quickly, I did the most logical thing I could think of.
I ran towards the shower area, slipping on the tile and landing on my tailbone in the process. There was a sharp pain as I realized I landed on my rhinestones, and I winced as I got back up.
From in the shower, I could hear the Divas moving around, but the voices were too muffled to make out exactly who they were.
Just as I was starting to feel at ease though, the shower curtains were thrown wide open.
There was nowhere to run.
Nowhere else to hide.
And to make matters worse, I had come face-to-face with her.
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A/N: Yeah. Before today, the last save date was 06/26/2008.
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