Mickie James walked through the Raw corridors. She was ready to leave, she was tired and couldn't wait to get to the next city and her hotel room. She always enjoyed the thrill of riding at night, something about it was just magical. So, she hurriedly walked past all the crew members backstage. The parking lot was in sight, so she took a sigh of relief. Finally, Mickie said to herself. She could see her red car glistening, she was such a neat freak. She smiled to herself as she walked up behind her car. She reached in her pocket for her keys, they weren't there. She checked her other pocket, nothing. Where could it be? She could see Kelly walking up too, they often rode together.
"Hey Mickie" Kelly waved, she could hardly keep from laughing.
"What's so funny?" Mickie puzzled.
"Well... It seems you've left your keys in the divas locker room." Kelly giggled.
Mickie scoffed, "You're kidding me? You waited until I walked all the way over here to tell me?"
"It's funnier this way." Kelly innocently remarked.
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Mickie said with sarcasm in her voice.
"Here, how bout I watch your stuff while you go get them. You left them on the bench." Kelly offered.
"Thanks, buddy." Mickie bit her lip.
"No problem." Kelly waved as Mickie walked away.
She thinks she's so damn funny, Mickie walked through the now almost empty halls. If we're late... Damn Kelly. Mickie passed through the hallway, the divas locker room and the men's locker room were really close to each other. But Mickie doubted anybody would be in either one. Mickie turned the corner, and stumbled backwards as she hit into someone. Mickie's eyes drifted upwards at the rather tall superstar. Her eyes recognized immediately his cold blue ones. It wasn't too long ago that they had o
"I'm sorry." Mickie apologized. Randy said nothing, he just walked away. He glared over his shoulder, making her feel diminished. He walked down the silent hallway. Meanwhile, Mickie grabbed her keys from the bench. She walked down the long hallway, Randy was not too far ahead. Mickie's heels clicked and clattered against the floor. Randy turned back once more, his eyes met Mickie's. Mickie didn't meet his eyes, in fact she just acted as though she didn't even know he was staring at her. But he had stopped walking.
"Do you have something to say?" Mickie asked.
"Nothing at all." Randy squinted his eyes.
"Okay." that was the best thing she could have said.
"Bye." Randy walked away into a dark car, and it looked as if the rest of Legacy was in there.
Mickie let out a sigh, as she wondered what kind of game he was playing now. If he was trying to get to her, it was working.