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Author's Note: I really love the idea I have for this story and I think we all know Miz is awesome. I hope everyone likes this story, as it's something I really think could be awesome. Enjoy!

Music pumped loudly through the club while many WWE superstars passed her, beer in their hands and drunken smiles on their faces. In the front of the club someone laughed loudly, making her look that way. Colbie ran a hand through her hair, wondering why she let her brother drag her into the place. Her eyes fell to her light green dress, smoothing a non-existent wrinkle there when a shadow fell over her.

"Colbie," the voice yelled over the music. "Why are you sitting?"

She looked up to see her brother, John Hennigan standing there, a beer shaking in his hand. He wasn't even drunk yet, but she could tell he was pleased. His eyes slowly narrowed, showing the concern and annoyance he had with his younger sister. He licked his lips as she rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "Leave me alone. I only went with you since you damn-near begged me."

John looked a little hurt. "I thought you would love being around my friends."

"Half of your friends are drunk," she reminded him, focusing on the beer in his hand. "You'll have a few more."

He smiled. "I've had a long day, can you blame me?"

"No," she answered. "I just don't want to be at this club right now."

"Just have some fun," he urged her. "Please, for me. My friends are staring at you."

"So?"

John sighed. "Fine." She watched as he walked away, following after Matt Hardy who had a look of interest in a small blonde girl grinding against another WWE superstar she didn't know the name of. Colbie sighed, knowing her brother didn't understand. While she loved him she didn't know his friends and it was the first time in a while she had traveled with him. He should have known she would have preferred to stay in the hotel and watch a movie.

Everyone seemed as if they got louder as the music started to increase in speed. A drunken diva pushed past her, dropping part of her drink on her thin legs. Annoyed, she went after her to complain and decided it wasn't worth it and went toward the bathroom instead.

Crash. Colbie snapped her eyes shut this time as her body collided with the sticky wall and her insides were thrown as if on some kind of ride at a fair. She wouldn't let this one slide and threw her eyes open with disgust. "Hey, watch where you're fucking walking, asshole!"

Cautious eyes met hers and the person cleared his throat, obviously surprised from her yell. His strange, beer-clouded blue eyes fell to her body and she felt even more disgusted.

"Hey, my eyes are up here!"

He smiled. "Sorry."

Colbie was very close to punching this guy in his face. He stared at her while she waited for him to apologize for pushing her into the wall. "Well," she muttered. "I'm waiting, asshole."

He laughed. "For me to sweep you off your feet?"

"No," she spat. "I'm waiting for you to apologize."

He raised his eyebrows. "Uh, sorry."

Colbie shook her head and stormed off toward the bathroom when the rude strange grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him. "What?" she asked him.

"I've seen you before. Are you a fan?"

"What?"

"Nevermind."

She realized what he meant and relaxed a little. "You mean am I a fan of WWE?"

"Yeah."

She laughed. "I didn't even recognize you."

His expression fell and she couldn't help but laugh since he looked as if he was hurt. "Should I yell I'm awesome?"

"You don't even remember me," she laughed, her anger fading as his face stared at her.

"Uh, no. If I met you at a signing, there are usually a lot of people there and I can't remember everyone. Even though, I'm sure I would have remembered you." His confident smile returned.

"Asshole, I'm Colbie Hennigan."

A look of surprise fell on his face. "You're John's little sister?"

"I'm twenty-one, I'm not little." She rolled her eyes. "I'm John's sister though."

"Damn, you really grew up in the last year." Colbie shook her head. He was right, considering she looked much younger than she was and until a few months before, had an 'A' size chest and glasses. Since then, she had added on so she was a 'C' in the chest, and finally was able to wear contacts.

Colbie smiled.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry for hitting you." He leaned against the wall. "Can I please purchase you a drink?"

"I don't drink but thanks, Miz."

He laughed. "Call me Mike."

"Okay, sure."

"You also should call me the man of your dreams." He smiled. "As I'm sure I'll be in them all night long, babe."

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "You're hitting on me when I'm your friend's younger sister. Brave, Mike. Very brave, I have to say."

"Are you impressed?" he asked hopefully, his blue eyes shining with the added braveness from the beer he had earlier.

Colbie smiled. "Not really, sorry."

Mike's smile fell. "Damn, you Hennigans are cruel."

"And you're really not as awesome in person, Miz."

Mike ran a hand through his hair and looked down. She stared at his clothes for a moment, noticing they were wrinkled and probably never ironed. "I told you to call me Mike."

"Calling you Mike would assume we're friends."

"Ouch."

"Excuse me," she said with a smile and walked away, leaving his rude and hurting body at the wall he pushed her into a few minutes before, his expression defeated. She couldn't help but laugh and decide it was time to head back to her hotel, as she didn't need anymore drunken WWE stars hitting on her that night. Colbie looked at Mike for a moment, noticing he had already moved on to the same blonde girl Matt Hardy was after earlier. With a roll of her eyes, Colbie walked from the club and to her hotel.

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