Taking the last gulp of his beer. Ted DiBiase stayed slumped into his chair, His thoughts just ran over everything that Maryse could be doing right now. It killed him. Kicking the coffee table in fustration, The fortunate son let out a load grunt.

Standing himself up as he thought a well deserved shower was in need, He couldent help but let his attention wonder off as a petite brunette walked past the house. Obviously captivated by her beauty. With his abs showing, Ted sprinted to the door in hope to catch her attention as he walked out onto his porch. Only then realising whom it was.

"Mickie? Mickie James?"

He shouted in question and with that the brunette turned around and cocked her eyebrow up. It wasnt Mickie James at all. Infact DiBiase mentally punched himself for getting it all wrong.

"No but im looking for her, do you know where I can find her?"

The brunette questioned, but DiBiase was too stunned to reply straight away. With a shake of his head he just watched the brunette as she shrugged and said goodbye.

Taking in to account everything Maryse had done to him, He swore he wouldent scoop to her level. Although he wasnt intirley sure if he could help himself if he bumped into a women with such flawless features again.


An hour after Mickie had left, John Cena was merrily on his own. After Layla had left he really had no need to do anything. That was of course untill Mike came into the house, asif he had just commited a crime. Cena just upped himself with a cocked eyebrow as he followed Mike into the kitchen.

"That Mickie, chick came over... asking where you was!"

"What did you tell her?"

Mike questioned, looking deep into John. Snarling slightly, now wasnt the time for Mickie to find out about his affair.

"I said I didnt know. Im not gonna keep lying for you Mike! Its not right!"

"No! You will keep lying for me Cena! Thats your part of the deal! You lie for me, I give you a fucking roof to live under... free of charge!"

With that being said, Cena just shook his head defenceless, sighing as he just looked away.

"Thats what I thought! Remember, I have something on you too Cena! Wouldent want Layla knowing about that now would we?"

After his 'words of wisdom' Mike disapeared, Upstairs most likely leaving Cena to ponder in silence.

Mentally beating himself up, Cena only just realised what he actually signed up for when he agreed to be Mike's house mate.

Sitting on his bed, Mike just rubbed his temples, The stress was un bareable. It was time to call for help. He didnt ever want to resort to help but it was just too much. Getting his Blackberry he began to tap away at the buttons, before the simple ringing tone began.

"Hello, Phil. I need your help!"