As she walked to Gold's Gym, Mickie couldn't help but to think how stupid she was for even entertaining the idea of talking to Randy. He made it clear how he felt about her despite what Rae said to the contrary. Still, it didn't stop the lingering issues in Mickie's head. Did Randy truly feel the same? Did he even care? Could there even be a future?
Furthermore, why in the fuck did she care?
Meanwhile at the gym, Randy was trying to erase every memory of Mickie out of his head. He had to admit she was the one Diva he wanted to fuck from the first time he saw her. But it was her attitude that kept Randy from even slightly succeeding. She read his mind. That was a negative. She knew what he was about. That was a double-negative.
She was the female version of him. That was unbelievable.
He stayed clear of her until it was the right moment. He would have to wait to get her drunk to do it. The problem was Mickie was drunk often and when she was, she wasn't exactly vulnerable. She was feisty and bitchy—a complete turn-on for Randy.
Shaking his head to rid himself of Mickie's image, Randy turned to his best friend again. "So what should I do?"
"Well," John put down a pair of barbells, "just tell her you love her and want to be with her. She probably feels the same way."
Randy shot a disbelieving look. "You know this is Mickie, we're talking about, right?"
John shrugged. "If she shoots you down, her loss. If she doesn't—and I doubt she will—you know what to do."
Randy looked contemplative for a brief moment as he stared into space. Randy Orton has never told a chick his feelings and he wasn't about to start with his nemesis. "So what should I do besides that?"
