A/n from Jessica: No joke, I wrote ch. 2 and 3 all in one day. I feel pretty beastly if I do say so myself. Enjoy!
Warning: Still nothing worth mentioning, violence and cussing I guess…
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone
Mike rubbed his temples, attempting to alleviate the pressure threatening to morph into a full on migraine.
"…And anyway, I listened to that new album you've been talking about so much lately. What was that one song called you liked? Uhh…"
"Nightmare," Mike growled, still rubbing his temples. Irony was a bitch, huh?
"Yeah! That was it. Great Song…" Alex said smiling, taking another sip of his beer, quietly picking at the label, feeling awkward at Miz' lack of response.
Mike sighed, downing another shot, hoping if he was smashed he wouldn't need to keep up this charade that he actually enjoying the night.
The night had been miserable. Mike had been forced to make pleasant small talk with Alex the whole time—a difficult task when he dominated the conversation more than Miz himself…he couldn't even tear himself away to mingle with a few of his friends, much as he wish he could.
Mike was sure that if he had to endure anymore he would throw common politeness out the window and tell Riley to fuck off.
"You want another drink?" Alex asked, big eyes wide. Good God, the puppy face was back.
"No…no Alex I'm fine." Miz sighed, drumming his fingers across the table in front of him, wondering which would kill him first: boredom or annoyance.
"Ahh…Mikey, thought I'd see you here. You should lay off the Jack though…way too many calories…and we all know you don't need anymore of those."
Finally, some form of entertainment.
Mike spun around in his seat, coming face to face with John Morrison. Damn, he could clean up nice. "John. I was wondering when you'd make your rounds for the night…but sorry, the answer's still 'hell no'."
John smirked, pulling up a chair across from Miz and Alex, making himself comfortable. "You wish pretty thing, but I already have my eyes set on someone."
Mike missed the way John's eyes drifted up and down his body, sad, almost wistful eyes hidden behind his signature shades. "I'm sure. And I'll bet they'll be gone for the next two months to 'take care' of a little problem."
Mike laughed at John's confused expression, "I'm calling you a dirty slut, John."
"Oh! Well whatever…you still wish you could hit this. So how's your night been so far Mizzy? You and A-Ri here been enjoying yourselves?"
"Well actually,"— Miz began, being cut off by Alex.
"Yes we have. Until you showed up that is." Alex growled at John, a protective arm snaking around Mike's shoulders, oblivious at the uneasiness it caused.
John's eyebrows rose, shocked at the blatant way Riley marked his territory. From the information Randy gave him, Mike didn't exactly return the feelings.
"Well I just ruin everything don't I?" John muttered, stealing one of Mike's shots, hating that those words really rang true for him.
"Oh buck up John," Mike said, moving his shots from in front of John so he couldn't Bogart anymore. "You may ruin everything you touch, but at least you still have a good personal life—oh wait, no you don't…well, at least you have a good professional life, oh wait, you lose constantly, you don't have one of those either. Never mind then…" Miz smirked, marking John's silence as a win.
"Well…I may not win all my matches, but at least I don't need Cole verbally blowing me to get me over."
Mike laughed at that comment, willing to give credit where it was due, "All right, touché."
"Oh yeah! I win!" John yelled, stealing back a shot and downing it, ignoring the way Riley's eyes narrowed at their little back-and-forth.
"Mike why do you let this guy treat you like this?" Alex said, butting in and attempting to steer Mike's attention back to him.
"Butt out Riley…Mizzy and I have been doing this for years, while you were still stuck in FCW learning how to back drop."
"Well excuse me for thinking that friends shouldn't mock each other," Alex shot back, arm tightening around Mike's shoulders.
"We're not friends." Both John and Mike said at the same time. Both oblivious to the sadness the words caused the other.
"Well maybe you should just leave then!" Alex growled, rising to his feet as if he were about to forcibly remove John from their table.
"Maybe you should make me, bitch," John retorted, rising to his feet himself.
"Whoa…okay, calm down you guys," Miz stood putting his hands up, attempting to calm down the two before this escalated further.
"No Mike, someone needs to show this asshole some manners, I'd be glad to do it myself." Alex pushed Mike out of the way, getting in John's face, protective feelings for Mike fueling him on.
"Bring it on, mother fucker; I'd love to see if you can actually fight your own battles without losing." John snatched off his sunglasses, tossing them aside, ignoring the possibility of them breaking as he focused on sating his frustration and anger over this whole thing with Mike via breaking Riley's face.
"Guys, No," Mike yelled from his spot behind Alex, "quit being dumbasses…you're gonna get thrown out."
"Sorry Mikey, you're little boyfriend needs to get his ass kicked," John growled, automatically becoming angrier at having to say the word.
"John wait"—
Too late.
John swung his fist, aiming for Riley's annoying little face, hoping to shatter his nose on impact. Alex's eyes widened, ducking out of the way before John's fist could connect with his face.
It'll happened as if in slow motion—as Alex moved out of the way, it left the person behind him left out in the open…leaving Mike to get punched in the face.
Whoops.
Mike staggered back, honestly surprised as John's fist struck underneath his eye, probably blackening it.
Alex rushed to his aide, seemingly restraining himself from lunging for Morrison's throat, Mike's well-being the forefront of his concerns at the moment. "What the fuck, asshole? Did you do that on purpose?"
"What?—no I…" Randy's words rang in his head, almost as if he were standing right next to him, So…continue being an asshole, and Mike will realize he doesn't want some little bitch…well, I guess this situation could work in his favor. "Yeah…yeah! Fuck right I did, got a problem A-Ri?"
Alex growled, practically seething, as he moved Mike to his seat, checking him over frantically for other injuries. "Mike you okay? I told you to make this dick leave."
Mike groaned, his face throbbing along with his reoccurring headache as he turned back to John. "You did that on purpose?"
John wiped off the remorse beginning to form, "Yup, maybe you should learn how to keep your mouth shut Mizzy, or take a hit, whichever comes first." John smirked, feeling almost nauseous at his words and the look on Mike's face.
"M-maybe we should leave, Ri…" Miz muttered, delicately running his fingers across the now prominent black eye he was sporting, "take me home?"
Alex nodded enthusiastically, leading Mike to their ride, but not before sending a dirty look across his shoulder to John.
John sat down at their table, gulping down their remaining shots, managing to feel like he ruined everything again.
"Well…this is definitely a first."
John sighed, right back where he started.
"Yeah, yeah Randy…get to the part where you tell me what to do."
"Hmm…" Randy scratched his chin, trying to think of another brilliant plan. "I—I uhh…I got nothing. Why in the hell did you punch him in the face? That's a level past asshole John…that's bordering into domestic violence!"
"It was an accident…but being dumb and listening to what you told me, I said it was on purpose. God, I should've never listened to you."
"Hey now, this stupidity is all on you, buddy."
"Uh-huh…Randy this is so awful. I can't stand this shit anymore. I think we should give up."
"No no no…" Randy said, sitting up. "You can't abandon ship now buddy, we just started! Listen just keep trying a little longer, he'll be with you soon, I'm positive."
"And how are you so sure?" John asked, sitting down next to Randy, looking around his room, missing the devious look that passed across Randy's face.
"Just trust me John, I'm sure."
Mike sighed, setting the ice pack down onto the couch next to him. Thankfully, he was able to shoo Alex away for the night, claiming he needed to catch up on his rest.
How in the hell had this happened? John actually punched him in the face. He could soundly admit that they weren't friends or anything—much as he wished otherwise, but were they really that much of enemies? To be getting into fistfights with one another?
Mike's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Not expecting anyone, and hoping it wasn't Alex, he took a quick breath, opening the door, a smile instantly forming across his face.
"Mike, hey—…ooh fuck. What happened to you?"
"Nice to see you too Cena, please do come in."
John pushed passed Miz, heading over to the couch before plopping down, "Come on Mizzy bear; come tell Uncle Johnny what's wrong."
Mike sat down next to him, carefully touching his eye to test his pain level, "Please don't call yourself that again."
"Will do. Now what's up? How'd that happen?"
Mike described his night to John, who apparently had been missing due to being attached to Randy the whole night, leaving out no detail.
"I see…so our old pal Morri did this, huh?"
"Yup. I mean I know we fight all the time and everything, but fuck he didn't need to take a swing at me."
"Well you said he was arguing with Riley the entire time…maybe he swung at him and missed or something…"
Mike shook his head, "No because he gloated afterwards. Why would he say he did it on purpose if he didn't really?"
John shrugged, "I don't know…didn't your momma ever tell you boys are dumb Mizzy?"
Mike laughed, leaning back into his seat, missing the flicker of hidden knowledge in John's eyes. "Ahh there's a smile. Now, I wouldn't worry about it anymore, so quit your little angst fest, okay?"
Mike nodded, "All right, I will. Now let's talk about you…where have you mysteriously vanished to all night?
John chuckled, "I was with Randy,"—
"Upp…leave it at that John; I don't need any dirty details." Mike said, holding his hand up to stop him.
"Hey now…it's not what you think. We were just talking."
"Bout' what?" Mike asked.
"Just these crazy plans and shit he has…you know how retarded he is sometimes."
Mike laughed, Randy did act like that at times, "Plans? About what?"
"Hmm…" John said, tapping a finger to his chin. "I'm not sure if I should tell you, I think I'd get in trouble."
"Oh come on now," Mike said, pulling John's hand away from his face. "You can't dangle information in front of me and not tell. Tell!"
John sighed, rolling his eyes, "All right I'll tell you what we were talking about, but you're gonna get me in trouble…"
A/n from Jessica: SWERVE! Aww snap son! What's gonna happen next? Well you're gonna have to wait to find out, cuz i wrote two chapters in one day and i'm totally wiped out.
A/n from K: I love this story so much! It's definately my #2 fave! (Oh and if Matt punches me I'll kick his ass...real talk.) lol! aww that made my day
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