I am completely and utterly tired and bored so I decided I'd update x

Dear Jean,

How do you get the boy you like to like you back?

Clueless

Clueless,

No worries, I have that problem too! Well just be yourself around him, nothing is more of a bigger turn-off than a false personality. If he isn't completely clueless (as you are) he'll get the hints and then you take it from there (; Don't rush into it, though, the last thing you need is to scare him off, right?

Your friend,

Jean

Mickie placed her hand on her lips and tears began forming in her eyes.

Damn him, he did it again, the same thing he did to her before. The thing that got them into this mess in the first place, she felt anger course through every part of her being as she snarled at John. He merely stared back, his forehead pressed against hers, she couldn't believe how impassive he was about this, how unaffected he look. For crying out loud he stole a freaking kiss from her.

"Tell me the truth, pretty girl," he begs, "tell me you love me too."

She felt her anger subside slightly at his words and she stared into his baby blue eyes. She had been weak against those eyes for as long as she could remember, that's whys he avoided his gaze when he asked for something of her.

"You need to leave," she whispered, "you need to get out and never ever come see me again."

Mickie wanted her parents to walk in and make him leave but they had left after checking up on her and asked John to take her of her while they were gone. He had said he would until he left for football practice but it seemed that John had no such thing in mind at the moment.

"Why do you always fight it?"

"Fight what John?" she frowns

"This, what we have," his voice sounds forced and she can't help but let her eyes wander down

"I don't trust you, I don't like you, I don't want you near me," she cries softly, "understand already, please."

"You always beg and beg for me to be understanding but it's you who doesn't understand this," he tells her, "I'm done running from what I feel and pretending the other girls I sleep with will ever have something on you, they don't."

"John-"

"I spend the better part of my high school life making you hate me because all this time I thought it was for the best, because I was a scared boy," he frowns, "but this is my last year and I'll be damned before I leave Tampa without knowing how you truly feel, before knowing that I gave us the shot that is way over due whether I fail or succeed."

"Stop it already!" she yells her head backing away from him

He pulls away and watches her shoulders shake as she cries softly into her hands, he reaches out to embrace her but she shrugs him off. Slowly she wipes her tears with the back of her hand and looks up at him. The sadness in her eyes replaced by fury and she looks tense, he waits for her to hit him but she doesn't, she merely grits her teeth before she starts screaming.

"I'm done having this conversation, truth is I don't care if you leave to Boston, I don't fucking care anymore!" she screams, "get away from me, I hate you!"

At her words he freezes and she stiffens as well, her crying has stopped and she looks down at her lap. Her brown hair cascading in front of her like a curtain, his heart stings all the more at her words and he's suddenly doubting it all.

"Go, John," she growls, "don't ever come back."

He gets up because he's angry at her words, angry because she keeps lying. He looks at her with a bit of contempt, although he knows he doesn't feel an inch of hatred towards her, he never will.

"Fine," he snarls, "but don't come crying when you figure out what I'm saying is true."

"Don't plan on it," she hisses, "the last person I'd come to is you."

"And why is that, Mickie James?" he snarls turning away from her, "don't tell me you mean your words so much you'd repeat them."

"Leave John," she warns

"Tell me Mickie," he hisses, "tell me you hate and you won't ever see me ever again."

She bites her lip as she stares at his back before looking away, "go."

"Not until you tell me what I want to hear," he snarls

"I said leave, I don't want to speak with you anymore," she replies looking at him

He turns around to face her and gives her a chuckle, she knows it's mocking so she sneers at him, "tell me Mickie, tell me you hate me and I'm done."

"Shut up already!"

Their parents walk in at that moment and neither notice, she's too busy crying and trying desperately to not let it show how much he's affecting her and he is too busy pushing at her to answer him. After a few more back and forth's Mickie feels more tears falling from her eyes and she screams out in frustration.

"Tell me the words Mickie," he snaps, "fucking tell me already!"

"Fine, I fucking hate you John, get out of my life already!" she screams

The monitor besides her is beeping rapidly and she's suddenly wide-eyed and looking around her, everything becoming blurry. John watches but doesn't stay, she's said the words and he doesn't plan on being by her side any longer. He pushes past his wide-eyed parents and watches the doctors rush to her room, foolish girl. He leaves the hospital and heads to practice, in a matter of minutes he's changed and ready to start.

"You're here," Randy smirks, "so we ready?"

"Get the fuck back in formation!" John snaps ignoring Randy

And everyone on the team follows the captain's orders because it seems that he's got no time for jokes today.

A.J smiles as Phil approaches her, she promised she'd pick him up today as a "returning the favor" for that last time. He smirks and gives her a wink and she rolls her eyes as they walk side by side out of the field. She had come early since she had basically skipped her own practice and when she did arrive she saw John working the boys into nothing but sweaty messes.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, "it looked pretty brutal, what's up his corduroy's?"

"Not sure," he chuckles, "but I'm guessing things with Mickie didn't go well."

A.J frowns before looking behind them, she see's John running around the field and bites her lip. So Mickie didn't take his confession too kindly then, she doesn't notice how she stops walking and how Phil manages a few steps before he notices that she's stopped and turns to her. He stares with confusion etched in his features as the girl finally turns fully to watch John run around the field.

Phil notices how tired John looks, even from far away, the way he's not running up to speed and the way he's clenching his fists tightly as he runs. He walks towards A.J and coughs, she shakes her head and turns to him with a smile.

"Sorry," she chuckles, "I was caught up."

"I can see that," he frowns, "so do we get going?"

She takes one glance back and turns to him with a nod, "yeah let's."

Once in her car he quickly grasps her iPod and changes the song to one fo his liking. She pouts at the fact that she will not be jamming and singing her heart out for the duration of his time in her car and he merely laughs.

"So I heard you're taking Eve to homecoming," she winks

"Eh, its last minute," he chuckles, "I had wanted to go with someone else."

"With who?" she chuckles, "did you not ask her, or is she pretty stupid and didn't get the hint?"

"Well, she can be pretty dense," he shuts his eyes and leans back

"Who is she?" she gives him a sly grin, "I promise not to tell."

"I can't tell you, you girls suck at keeping secrets," he laughed

"Hmph," she pouts, "come on Phil, I'm taking you home it's the least you could do."

"I'll tell you when I get home, yeah?" he smirks, "just so I know you won't dump me into some random street once you get your answers."

She laughed and tried to hurry their way to his house, she was a curious person by nature but there was also another need to know this piece of information. She needs to know because after Maryse and Layla manged to make her spill her secrets that one secret she's never told anyone in her life slipped out.

"Don't stutter through your answer!" Maryse snaps, "tell us, come on!"

"Yeah, we're just being curious is all, we'll only tell Mickie and Kelly and Kaitlyn, no one else."

"You guys, what I feel for Phil is a mutual friendship, nothing more," she laughs, "don't look into things that aren't there, it'll get you in trouble."

"Don't do that," Layla grins, "we've known you for long and we know you like the guy."

"Like him?" she squeaks, "how absurd."

"You guys hang out a lot, even when we were all sworn enemies!" Maryse chuckles, "you two basically grew up together."

"Come off it, A.J," Layla laughs, "just admit it."

She frowns, "fine, I like him okay? He's the most infuriating male in this world and still I'm head over heels and I can't stand it."

Maryse grins, "why's that?"

"He's never once looked my way in that sense!"

Once they arrived she smiles and stares at him locking the doors, "now tell me, who do you like?"

"So eager," he chuckles leaning towards her with a mocking smile, "how come?"

"We've know each other our whole lives," she laughs, "don't tell me this is something hard to say."

"It's not, but I'll wonder how you'll take it," he whispers

The lack of power in his voice makes her freeze, "what do you mean?"

"You tell me something first," he looks away for a bit, "how do you really feel about Dolph?"

"He's a friend, nothing more," she tells him, "I didn't want to mean so I said yes to him."

"That so?" he looks at her, "then who do you want to go to homecoming with?"

She leans a bit closer and giggles, "you'd laugh if I told you."

"Yeah?"

She nods, "yeah."

"Tell me A.J," he starts leaning even closer

Their proximity is making her head feel light and she suddenly feels like this was a very bad idea. She looked into his green eyes and she felt lost all of a sudden, she's looked into them before but she's never seen them this intense.

"Tell you what?" she breathes

"Tell me that you want me too," he speaks low

Her eyes widen as he leans closer and his lips touch hers lightly, she doesn't understand how they got here but the minute her eyes fall close and his lips truly land on her she realizes that she doesn't care and suddenly every other thing she was currently thinking flies out the window.

Phil relishes in what he's been dying to do since he met the infuriating spitfire, he kisses her with all the pent-up passion he's saved for her and the fact that she kisses back seals the deal, she feels the same. For once he loses his self-control and let's himself get lost in the feel of A.J Mendez's lips, because he swears he's never tasted anything sweeter than the girl before him and he's made up his mind on the matter.

She's his and his alone, Dolph Ziggler be damned.

*yawns repeatedly* there ya' have it, you're punklee moment!