I walked towards the entrance of the training gym, ready for my 'lesson' with The Miz. It was super sunny out that day and so I was wearing a halter neck top and shorts, rather than my usual hoodie and tracksuit bottoms.

I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard someone running behind me. I turned to see JoMo, who grinned and slowed to my pace.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hello." he replied in, what I like to call, his 'Dirt Sheet voice'.

"Did you miss me?" I smirked. He put his arm over my shoulders, nodding.

"Lots."

"Aww. Well I'm back now." I giggled, patting his back.

"Good." he smiled, opening the gym doors for me. I thanked him and then we went our separate ways to train/be trained.

I got up from pinning Kyle - R-Truth's rookie - and helped him up. I was getting really good. I was good before NXT, but The Miz was showing me how to perfect what I already knew, as well as some new stuff, too. I was able to compete with the male rookies, though since the Divas trained on a different day, I really had no choice anyway.

"Well done." Kyle grinned.

"Thanks. Same to you." I replied, heading out the ring and towards the Miz. He was clapping. I bowed, thanking him. He chuckled.

"So I've been thinking." he began.

"Uh-oh, someone call a medic." I grinned. He stuck out his tongue and continued.

"Since you're doing so well, I thought we could start developing your own finisher?" he grinned.

"Yes please!" I exclaimed, excited.

"Awesome. I'll get thinking."

I waved to Miz as he left and packed my bottle into my bag.

"Sarah?"

I turned around to see John Morrison stood there, bag in hand, smiling.

"How can I help, good sire?" I smiled, lifting my bag onto my shoulder.

"Well, I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go somewhere with me tomorrow night?"

"Oh! Um... yeah. That'd be cool." I nodded, smiling wider. He grinned, about to say something but stopped when Miz walked back in, glaring at the floor.

"I forgot my bottle."

I watched Miz storm back out and shrugged. JoMo rolled his eyes and offered his arm. I linked my own arm onto his and we left together.

When JoMo got home, he thought about where he could take Sarah. A restaurant would be too full-on, a movie was too casual. Then he thought of the perfect place. A beach.

Now he just needed her number, and he knew the guy who would have it.

"Come on, Mike. I know you have her number." JoMo groaned.

"No, I don't."

"But I've seen you texting her! Please!"

"Ugh. Fine."

I ran to pick up my phone, trying to tame my breathing so that whoever was listening couldn't tell that I had just been sprinting through my house.

"Hello?" I started.

"Hey, is that Sarah?"

"It is indeed. Who's asking?"

"It's John."

"Oh! Hi." I grinned.

"I was just calling about tomorrow."

"Cool. It's still on, right?"

"Yep, I was thinking we could go to the beach?"

"That sounds good."

"So I'll come pick you up at 5:30 and we can walk down the beachfront/shops?"

"Awesome. I can't wait."

"Me either. I gotta go now, see you tomorrow."

"Bye!"

And then he hung up. I saved his number and went on the laptop for a while. It was strange, though. Miz wasn't online at all the whole night.

It was about 4pm the next day when I started getting ready. I had just gotten out the shower and finished straightening my hair. The clothes I was going to wear were led on my bed, waiting.

I wore my bikini underneath my clothes, in case we went into the sea. A white lacy layered skirt with a pink vest top and ballet flats. My top had a cartoon Godzilla on it. Even though it was sunny out, I decided to wear a hoodie just in case.

The hoodie was black and had grey drawings all over with some coloured in on the front. They looked like tattoos.

After I was dressed, I put on my make-up – lots of eyeliner and turquoise eye shadow fading into black. I was also wearing light pink blush and skin-tone lip gloss. I smiled at myself then re-brushed my hair and put a bow in it, leaving it down.

By the time this was done, I only had 20 minutes until John arrived, so I put my keys in my pocket and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Then I went to the toilet, so that I didn't need to go while we were out. That would be embarrassing.

After that, I was sure I was ready, so I used to my phone to take a picture of myself and tweet it, telling my followers that I was about to go out on a date.

Knock, knock, knock.

I made my way to the door and opened it. John was wearing a pair of grey denim long shorts and a black shirt with some Nike Airwalks on his feet. I just thanked God he wasn't a sandals and socks kinda guy. His hair was as awesome as ever and he was wearing sunglasses. He had a rucksack on, which I guessed was the picnic. It was one of those cooler bag type rucksacks.

"You look great." He smiled.

"Thanks." I blushed. "So do you."

"Shall we go?" he held out his hand.

"Sure." I smiled, taking his hand and closing the door.