25 Days of Christmas
Day 3: Cards (Daniel Bryan/Miz)
Every year without fail Mike made up a Christmas card list. Naturally, his family always made the list, but he had a hard time deciding who else to put on. JoMo and Kevin both got one as they were his friends, but aside from that, it was a tough decision. Cena and Orton always seemed to make the list despite the fact that Randy was still a jealous asshole who couldn't stand anyone putting their hands on John. That wasn't John's fault though; it was Randy's, and Mike couldn't fault the older man for that. Especially nowadays, what with John being so exhausted and worn out; it was almost as though he were pregnant.
Shaking his head, Mike refocused on the list he had started in his notebook. So far, aside from his family, John, Randy, JoMo, and Kevin, only Evan and Mason, Kofi, Justin, Zeke, Heath, and Wade had made the list. He was contemplating whether or not to add Cody's name to the list, but seeing as how he was still fuming over the fact that Evan didn't want to be with him – and the fact that Mike was close with Evan – that was probably a bad idea.
Of course, there was one person Mike hadn't written down yet.
Laughing to himself at how ridiculous he was, Mike got up and made his way to the kitchen for a drink. There was no way in hell Daniel Bryan would want to receive a Christmas card from him. They weren't the closest from friends and they had…issues. Weird, uncomfortable issues. Issues such as heavily making out in the locker room after Money in the Bank and being caught by John, Randy, Phil, and everyone else. That had been awkward as hell, especially when Evan gasped and stated that they looked so cute together.
Yeah right. They did not look cute together at all! Even if Mike thought that they did, it was obvious that Daniel didn't think they looked cute together. The fact that he was avoiding Mike like that plague told him that much. He didn't blame Daniel; if their roles had been reversed, he probably would've done the same thing.
Sighing, Mike grabbed a beer and forced himself to return to his list. Sitting down, he stared at the names he had written down and frowned. Okay, pouted. He pouted. Michael Gregory Mizanin was actually pouting over a guy. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. Could he be anymore pathetic?
His cell phone went off and he jumped. Glaring at the device, he grabbed it, wondering who the hell would be bothering him at one o'clock in the morning. His heart started beating faster when he realized that Daniel had texted him.
We need to talk.
Maybe Mike would put Daniel on his Christmas card list after all.