How easily someone could get under her skin like that, and make her feel so inferior. It was unbelievable. Yet, he managed to do it every time. She saw how all of the other divas acted around him, she thought it was silly. But she realized when you're around him, the presence is just not describable. She refused to let it happen again.

Mickie lay awake in her bed, she tried to fall asleep. But nothing worked. She counted lambs, her dad had always told her that's how he fell asleep. Mickie tried it, it didn't work. She lifted the covers off herself, and sat upright. She tried to locate her bag in the darkness. Turning the light on would wake up an unusually grouchy Kelly, she needed her "beauty sleep" as she liked to call it. Mickie tip-toed around the average sized hotel room, she stubbed her toe into something. It hurt, but that something turned out to be her bag. She reached into it, she felt around for her ipod. Once she found it, she tip-toed back to her bed. She turned it on, and let the sweet sound of rock music drown her consciousness and finally fall asleep.

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Mickie awoke to a chipper Kelly singing in the bathroom shower, god that girl is worse than an alarm clock.

"Kelly! Shut up." Mickie screamed at Kelly. Mickie often questioned why she roomed with her.

"Sorry." Kelly yelled back to the crabby Mickie James. Mickie was definitely not a morning person.

"Yeah, yeah. It's a little too late for that now Kelly." Mickie mumbled.

"What?" Kelly screeched.

"Never mind." Mickie yelled back.

Mickie heard a familiar muffled ringing, it was her cell phone. She found her bag, much easier, this time. She checked the caller id, she didn't expect a call from him.

"Hello?" Mickie answered her cell phone.

"Hey." Randy worded.

"Um, are you sure you have the right number?" Mickie asked with a hint of insecurity in her voice.

"Yeah, I do." Randy on the other hand, was sure.

"Why are you talking to me?" Mickie questioned.

"I don't know." Randy said with a steady tone.

"Cut the crap, Randy. There must have been a reason you decided to pick up your phone and dial my number." Mickie was regaining some of that confidence she used to have.

What Mickie didn't notice, Kelly was right behind her. "Why are you talking to that jerk?" Kelly asked, feeling betrayed.

"Kelly, this isn't exactly what you'd call a conversation." Mickie explained.

"Thanks for stabbing me in the back." Kelly ran into the bathroom, and locked herself in.

"Randy, I don't know what you're trying to prove." Mickie spoke into her cell phone, but little did she realize there was a dial tone on the other end of the call.

Typical, Mickie scoffed. There was too much history for this to even be okay, was he crazy calling her? Did he space out on everything that's happened? It can't be changed, and he knows that. Mickie wondered if she knew that too, now with butterflies in her stomach she ran to apologize to Kelly. Sure, they were'nt the best of friends but Mickie wasn't a bad person. Even though a former psycho at one point in time, but that's changed. She's now turned into the happy-go-lucky jobber, the girl everyone pushed over. Mickie didn't want to dwell on that right now, she had to go make things right with Kelly. She had to go fix everything, if it was fixable.