Title: Frosted
Summary: in the end, it's just fake, sweetheart. Mizena.
For: Aly, TheMizMagnet :D


Michael Mizanin loved frosted cookies. Especially the frosted gingerbread ones. That was just about the only thing that John Cena really knew about Mike off set. Also combining the fact that Mike wasn't a real brunette, that was just about it. On a delightful afternoon, where the sun hit Mike's skin in that oh so sweet manner, John's eyes drifted towards his face, where his soft blue eyes were glittering amongst the light, dancing and playing with beauty. It was just…magnificent. John hadn't really noticed how fragile Mike looked like amongst the beautiful light, almost like the light can just go through his skin and break his flesh - like a faerie, a vase that can be broken.

It seemed like Mike's eyes shone all colours of the rainbow. That was the only thing that John could picture whenever he saw Mike nowadays. He loved it when Mike wore soft colours but that was really rare. Although when he actually wore the palettes, John said that his heart might've stopped because the sun and his skin and his clothes would be dancing away in this angelic fantasy and he'd be so shocked that nobody around him was staring and gaping at Mike in awe.

It was then again that he'd been taking to Shane when he'd taken a glimpse of him. He wasn't interested in Mike. He was in love with Mike's graceful beauty more so and that would never really be enough. Shane was showing him a light purple object that was incredibly tiny and had a thousand flashing lights and colourful wires and Shane told John that he could hold it. John wasn't sure of what it was exactly but he was holding it too tightly because it just exploded in seconds and there was a ray of fuchsia hitting towards - Mike.

John's heart was beating but Mike's eyes were full of some sort of pink liquid before it melted and his eyes were sparkling even more than before. Like a beautiful jewel shining in the light, some sort of hope and beauty filled them like ever before, a strong emotion of love and affection and short, sharp breaths escaped Mike's eyes but they were barely noticed because his lips were in a full-length smile as he stared back at John Cena.

"…oh. Oh no!" Shane exclaimed, his eyes fixated upon Mike's angelic too happy face, that just defined love. Love. "It's a love ray, John…and I guess he saw you first…" his voice was uneasy.

John just watched as Mike swooned toward him with a smile on his face as he embraced him quite tightly. John let out a nervous laugh but on the inside, a thousand butterflies fluttered but then it all hit him in the head - he wasn't supposed to enjoy this, he was supposed to see it as some sort of horror that Mike wasn't allowed to love who he wanted to love…but inside, there was just pure selfishness burning through John. After all, Mike saw him first…and there just had to be something about John that Mike loved…wasn't it? A love ray just intensified love, instead of creating it from scratch, right?

But John could remember…

It was a cool night. John tried to remind himself that all those cheesy romance movies happened at night as he pulled out his book again and stared at it, feeling young and foolish. It was a scrapbook in which he usually wrote designs for upcoming Cena shirts and gimmicks for his wardrobe, but now, there were doodles of Mike and him, and scribbles of 'John Cena loves Mike Mizanin' and he put it onto a table, staring at Mike, whom was laughing with John Morrison about something. Off set, the duo were quite close, much to John's dismay.

John walked towards Mike and Morrison, smiling at them. He was just about to ask Mike for a date, but then Mike stared at Morrison and Cena. "Sorry, John, I barely have time for a chat. I've got a date to get ready for! I've got a minute though." His eyes were just shining so brilliantly and happily that John tried to find some sort of solace in them. His hopes were crushed and his heart was broken and he felt like nibbling onto those pizza bagels again to numb the pain that was destroying him in half.

"Yeah…just wanted to see if Morro here wants to go for a drink. My drinking buddy ditched me."

Morrison nodded his head and walked with John, not knowing the ache and the pain that was burning through and through.

Those next few days were just perfect. With Mike's arms around John's shoulders as he kissed his cheek and nuzzled towards him. He remembered making Mike cheese quesadillas and watching him munch on them happily, savouring every bite of it, almost as if it was food from the Heavens rather than made in 10 minutes. He loved the way that he was munching on it, only a silver gleam of white teeth showing when his teeth were biting against the pita. He remembered seeing Mike slowly sliding off the black shirt off his shoulders to show the pale skin above it and the blush that crept upon his skin when he realised that John was watching him before a soft kiss onto John's lips. He'd seen Mike shirtless so many times but the way that the black shirt was slowly slipping, with the light reflected onto his flesh and the eyes glittering in that subtle sweetness.

John's heart would swell in glee every time he'd feel Mike's warm arms around his neck, holding him tightly, almost as if he was afraid to let go but when they'd go to sleep and John would hold him close, the empty feeling of his body was just horrible and his heart was beating way too quickly at those times where his mind would whisper 'he doesn't really love you. It's a spell.' He knew it deep down that it was just some sort of spell he'd cast on Mike, that Mike didn't really love him but he was just full of selfishness. Mike was just too precious…

John kissed Mike's forehead, so warm and sweet. Then at that time, Morrison walked in and kept on shouting "Mike, you're engaged!" but Mike seemed to wave it off and tell him he loved John Cena and that he didn't care about Randy and him getting married. John Morrison told him that Mike had only a few nights to think it over because he couldn't keep lying about where Mike was and that he was making a big mistake. Then Shane rung him up and told him that he'd gotten the other part of the machine - he told him that it just took the effects out of the love ray, and that Mike wouldn't hate him.

Mike was staring at the window that day, with a soft smile on his face.

"Last day," John reminded him. "To go back to Randy…"

"I don't want Randy! I love you!" Mike grinned sweetly, taking sips of hazelnut coffee. John's guilt burned a thousand times even though his joy also multiplied, there was a guilty feeling that was combined with the happiness and warmth. John simply smiled back at him and then took out the dark purple machine and with a blue ray, it hit Mike. Mike blinked before he looked at John and crashed down the coffee mug.

Mike stared back at John Cena. "Go," John smiled. "You've got a wedding to plan."

Mike looked confused. "What am I doing here?"

John shrugged. "Just a little…fluke. You thought you loved me but really, it's Randy that's waiting for you, to marry you. I'm going to be there too…watching you two wed. I know it's going to be great…Mike?"

Mike hugged him tightly. "Thanks. I was a little confused about marrying Randy anyway…a part of me was just saying that he might make me miserable even though we have an amazing relationship. Wedding blues, maybe?"

John nodded. "Now go."

"Of course!"

John walked out of the room with him. He reunited with John Morrison and John Cena had a blonde tap against his shoulders called Bailey, probably someone he'd fucked when he was drunk but Bailey simply smiled at him and produced him a notebook. His notebook. With the doodles and scribbles. He'd forgotten to take that before due to hearing about Mike going out with somebody… Bailey kept on gleaming at him. "That brunette over there gave it to me."

John's heart almost stopped when he realised that 'that brunette' was Michael Mizanin of all people. He moved back towards his room, his heart beating wildly into his chest as he'd thrown the book opposite of the wall. He didn't even care. He slept onto the floor that night, thoughts of killing Randy Orton and somehow living a happily ever after ending with Mike but he wanted Mike to be happy, even if he had to suffer. When he'd woken up, the pain was just too much for him to actually think about going to Randy's wedding. John grabbed onto his book and spend hours looking at those tiny doodles he'd made of him and Mike and a coldness crept into his heart ass the longing intensified.

Then, just as the moonlight touched the paper, John's eyes fell upon a page. 'John Cena loves Michael Mizanin'. John's eyes were blurring with unshed tears but then his eyes went downwards and his heart almost stops. 'Michael Mizanin loves John Cena too' scribbled away into aqua blue…John just stood up and ran towards the alter. He'd known it was probably going to be full of people and he didn't want to do some horrible ending and he'd walked into Mike's room, only to see three things: a soft purple machine, the love ray, onto the bed, a Mike onto the floor with his intestines out of his stomach and a bloodlust into Randy's eyes and frosting onto Mike's already frosted soft pink lips, looking in bliss and asleep.

Didja get that? D:

Randy used a love ray on Mike before John did T_T Mike actually LOVES John Cena, which explains why he had a battle with himself about marrying Randy or not and the notebook. Then Ran killed him whilst Mike was eating a cuppycake. :D He died happy because he knows at least John loves him. ^u^

X Sam.