A/N: Hey guys, it's Mel again! Mikaela needs me to fill in for her again, so that's what I'm doing. I'm rocking out to Taylor Swift, Hunter Hayes, and Jason Aldean at the moment. (Yes, I love Country music. I've been told I'm too redneck to live up here in Michigan. Say what? Rude.) But I am legit rocking out to them right now. Dancing as I write this. WOOO. LETS GO. ENJOY, REVIEW, FAVORITE, YOU KNOW! ;) LUHHHHH YEWWWWWWWW!
Mikaela Mazarin was dancing around the hotel room to the loud music that boomed throughout the room as she happily hummed to herself. Today was going to be a good day. She was sure of it.
Randy was in the shower, so decided to make dinner for the two of them, do something to repay him for all he's done for her. She's not so sure what she was exactly repaying him for - considering the fact things have been hell, and though the two of them haven't been through hell as a couple, they had been through hell alone, by themselves.
But, maybe it was because they had each other, maybe because they were together now as a couple, maybe that's why they were no longer going through hell. Maybe they were the missing pieces in each others' lives they were looking for all along. Maybe they were meant to be. Maybe they brought out the best in each other. Or…maybe….all this was too good to be true.
As she heard a knock coming from the other side of the door, she opened it to see Punk and her brother on the other side of it.
She was shocked to see them, "Mike, wha-"
She was cut off by the shock of her brother grabbing her and taking her down the hall and to his locker room.
Once they were in the room, and Punk shut the door, Mikaela ripped away from her brothers grip roughly, "what the fuck?" She spat annoyed, as she went for the door, but Punk stopped her.
"What are you two idiots doing!?" She yelled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We're trying to get your head pulled out of your fucking ass so you can open your eyes and see the light!" Punk snapped.
Mike turned to face Punk, "cool it, man. That's my sister."
"Yeah, well, do you not remember what your sister did to mine?" He sneered, his voice cold. "She may be your sister, Mike. But I no longer have respect for her, and I don't see why you're even trying when you won't get anywhere. She's so thick headed."
Mike flinched as the flashbacks of Mel being in the hospital replayed in his head, and for obvious reasons, that was a bitter subject for Punk. "I know man, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to do the right thing, and save my sister before it's too late," he whispered. "You saved Mel from guys before, you should understand."
Punk growled at the thought. "That was different. Those assholes put Mel through hell, Mike. Your sister is choosing to be with Randy."
Mike sighed as he turned back to his sister. "Mikaela, you need to leave him, he's just using you. He's not any good, he's not who you think he is."
Mikaela felt her blood boil at the statement her brother just made. "Please, Mike." She said coldly. "You're the one who needs to open your eyes. Mel did nothing but use you, remember? I have nothing to worry about. Randy is nothing like her."
Mike gave her a look, "Mikaela, Mel didn't use me. She was just confused. Randy, he's far from confused. He damn well knows what he's doing! He's using you! He doesn't fucking care about you, Mikaela!" He snapped, "and you're too blind to see it that you're just falling for his bullshit!"
Mikaela growled low in her throat before slapping her brother roughly across the face. "You idiot," she sneered. "You goddamn idiot. Don't you dare…don't you dare talk about Randy like that when you don't have a clue as to what you're talking about!" She yelled. "Randy loves me, and I love him. You're not going to change my mind about him. I don't care what you say to me, so you may as well stop talking because you're doing nothing more than wasting your breath," she said annoyed as she stomped out of her older brothers locker room, slamming the door behind her.
"Fuck," Mike mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"I told you it was a waste of time," Punk mumbled back.
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A freshly showered Randy Orton stepped out of the shower in just a pair of boxers to see his girlfriend missing. He growled low in his throat as he felt his blood pressure, along with his anger rise.
Who the fuck who think about taking Mikaela from him? Don't they know that they'll be the ones who pay the price in the end because Randy was always one step ahead. Always on top.
Something inside of The Viper snapped, and he kicked the trashcan across the room, as the garbage that was inside of it, was sent flying all over the room.
He screamed out of anger and frustration as he then knocked off the glass cups that sat on the table, as they hit the wall, and quickly shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
"Fuck!" He growled as he grabbed a plate, and sent that into the same wall the cups crashed into. He punched his knuckles into the wood table where their dinner Mikaela made sat. That was the next thing to be sent flying across the room.
He then flipped the table and kicked it as he watched the table snap in half. He was pissed that someone would even think about taking Mikaela from him. Nevertheless having the balls to do it.
He then punched a hole in the wall, and just as he was going to punch a second, he saw his girlfriend walk in.
"Mikaela.." he breathed, lowering his fist as he allowed her name to trail off.
Mikaela gave her a boyfriend a confused look, "Randy..what the hell happened in here?"
"The voices told me you were taken…I snapped. Who took you?" He asked, walking over to her.
"Randy, it's okay I'm fine, it wa-"
Randy cut her off. "Who took you!?" He urged as he looked into her eyes. "Please tell me…please. I need to know."
Mikaela waited a moment before replying, "Punk and Mike."
Randy growled low in his throat, he was going to get back at those two the best way he knew how. He was going to go after Mel Brooks.
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Speaking of Mel, she was now resting peacefully in her boyfriend's hotel room.
She giggled as felt Zack place soft kisses on her neck. "Zack," she whispered as she slowly turned on her side to face her boyfriend. "That tickles," she whispered. "You need to shave."
"Hm," Zack whispered into her neck as he buried his face into the side of her neck, "really now?"
Mel laughed louder this time as she flipped back onto her back, "yes!" She said through her giggles. "Your beard makes you itchy," she said, scrunching nose.
Zack laughed at his girlfriends facial expression as he climbed over her so he was now on top of her. She was in his t-shirt, and his sweatpants. Just like always.
"Hm," he mumbled as he placed soft kissed on her throat, all the way to her jaw.
Mel closed her eyes as she relaxed, Zack's touch was always so comforting. So relaxing to her. "Zack," she breathed. "That feels comforting," she shyly admitted as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"You should know the feeling of a comforting touch," he mumbled into her neck as he removed his shirt from her body.
Mel bit down on her lower lip as she looked away for a moment, she most defiantly wasn't used to this.
"Hey." Zack said, turning her head back to him. "I won't judge you," he promised. "Besides, we don't have to go there tonight. I just wanna comfort you."
Mel nodded, tears in her eyes. She felt like she didn't deserve Zack, he was too good for her. Way too good for her. "Okay," she said softly as she blinked her tears away.
Zack didn't say another word, he only started a new trail of soft kisses as he started at her neck, and slowly made his way down to her bare stomach.
Mel felt so different, so loved at this moment by him. Not that she hadn't felt loved by him before, but never to this degree. He was taking her breath away. Literally.
"Zack.." She breathed as she closed her eyes, tears behind them.
Zack slowly made his way back up her stomach to her neck, and when he pulled away from her neck, he realized that Mel was starting to cry.
He looked into her eyes as he stroked her cheek, "what baby? What is it?" He said, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I just…I don't feel like I deserve you, Zack. I feel like you're too good for me."
"Oh Mel," he said, pressing his forehead against hers. "Don't you know you're the best thing that has ever happened to me?"
Mel nodded, "yes, but I-"
Zack shook his head, kissing her softly and then pressing his forehead against hers again. "You'll understand one day," he whispered, kissing her once more.
Butterflies filled Mel's stomach as she pulled Zack closer to her, and deepened the kiss before pulling away to catch her breath.
"I love you," she whispered as she allowed the tears to fall down her face. She was letting another one of her thick walls fall to the ground as she looked into his eyes. She was letting him in.
"And I love you," he whispered as he looked back into her eyes.
Mel smiled weakly. She was proud of herself for getting to this point with Zack tonight. It took all she had to get here. She put his shirt back on as he got down into his boxers before climbing into bed with her, and turning out the light.
Mel placed her head in his bare chest as she felt him run his fingers through her hair. "Thank you for not giving up on me," she said softly.
"I won't ever give up on you. You're stuck with me, Mel Brooks. Forever, and always."
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A/N: Hehe, I know, I know. Zack and Mel are cheesy once again! But I can't help it! These two melt my heart, and I'm so glad to see them happy for once. C: Chapter 37 should be up by Mikaela tomorrow. She plans on coming back. XD If she can't, it'll be up by me. (: Review guys! We love you! Raw tomorrow! Woo! - Mel