an unbeautiful tragedy.
too beautiful to ever be understood.
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As the tiny brunette rounded a corner from the meeting room, all that had been on her mind was stopping at the nearest breakfast diner in town. Right now, she couldn't think of anything else than a huge plate of hot breakfast and as crew members attempted to stop her and have a convo with her, Mickie only waved them off and continued walking – she hadn't cared if she was rudely brushing them off, she was too hungry to care otherwise at the moment.
"…What do you want me to do? Alanna really misses you right now. She wakes up crying your name – what do you want me to tell her: Daddy is away on the road and won't be back for days, maybe even weeks?"
Quickly, the brunette stopped in her tracks – she didn't walk down this hallway to run into an episode of One Tree Hill, or so it seemed like.
The self proclaimed legend killer chewed down on his bottom lip. "Would you give me a break, Sam? I'm working overtime for you and Alanna, all that I'm doing is for us...-"
"No, all you're doing is for you." The brunette who was Sam corrected him and there was a long draw of silence before Sam felt an intense feeling of eyes being glued toward her – she peeked over toward her right and noticed Mickie standing there frozen in the hallway (not sure to turn around, or just stand there as if she was invisible…) "And what are you looking at?"
Mickie never knew Sam to be so snappy. Everyone – well at least the divas who had met her – said she was such a sweetheart. Mickie never met her one-on-one, so perhaps she was sweet. Maybe it was just a hard and stressful time for her?
Though, Mickie really respected Sam tons for putting up with Randy as long as she has been.
Mickie bit down on her lip and scratched the back of her head. "Sorry…I was just trying to find my way to the parking lot." The petite brunette shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, I'm sure you were." Sarcastically, Sam spoke back toward her with an added eye roll of disbelief.
Mickie quietly sighed under her breathe. "Um, I'm going to just…go." Uneasily, the brunette stated and squeezed her way in between Sam and Randy – the tiny diva could feel the heat of both Randy's and Sam's eyes beating down on her as she made her way and soon disappeared down the hall.
The self proclaimed legend killer slowly shook his head as he turned to leave. "And where exactly do you think you're going?" Randy felt a grip around his forearm as Sam grabbed a hold of him and glared up toward him. "We're not finished here, Randy."
"Well, I am." He told her. Quite frankly, Randy was far from being in a good mood – then again, was he ever? – and he hadn't needed the bickering of his wife at this time of day. He barely got two minutes of rest last night (thanks to Cody and Ted who insisted on taking him out for a few drinks which turned into the beginning of a long night and short morning).
As Randy walked away from Sam, the brunette stood in disbelief and sadness – even though she never showed Randy her real emotions and always made him believe that she didn't care when he walked away from her…she really did care, a lot. She felt like he was walking away from their marriage.
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The parking lot was somewhat empty. Most of the cars had been gone – figures, all of the superstars and divas had probably left in quite a hurry with their very empty tummies – only few cars had still been there, one belonging to the tiny brunette, Mickie.
She walked through the parking lot as she dropped her blank papers to the ground. An image of a very familiar looking figure soon caught the tiny diva's attention as she squinted her brown eyes before fully recognizing just who indeed it was. "And, what are you doing out here?" With a small smirk the brunette said before approaching him. "Better yet, why are you standing in front of my car…?"
The figure chuckled as he leaned against her car and crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you forgotten how to greet people these days?"
Mickie gestured a short eye roll. "Hi John," forcefully she said, "now, can you tell me why it is you're in front of my car?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Well. I saw the other superstars and divas leaving the building and figured that the meeting was over – such a shame I missed it too," Mickie shook her head at his sarcasm, "But the bright side is that I know a great breakfast diner up the road and know a pretty good diva that would probably want to join me for a morning bite to eat?"
Quietly, Mickie cackled under her breathe as she rested her hands on her hips. "Are you looking for a bite to eat, or for a relationship because John I told you before…I'm really not interested in dating right now-"
"Whoa hold on there, I'm engaged." Quickly, John cut her off with his hands innocently held up in the air.
Mickie's brow arched. "So…you and Liz are back on…again?"
Instantly John laughed. "Yes, we are and there is nothing wrong with that."
"Of course not." Mickie nodded her head before a small smirk appeared on her lips. "By the way, am I too late to cash in my bet on how long you guys will last? Or better stated, not last." Quickly, John pulled her head in under his arm into a playful headlock as Mickie quietly chuckled. "Okay, I'm sorry, jeez."
Soon enough, John released her with a wide grin on his face as the tiny brunette ran her fingers through her now messy and tumbled hair. "So, are you up for bite to eat?"
"…I suppose so." Eventually came Mickie's answer before raising her finger. "But…you're paying for it." With a smirk, the brunette reminded him before racing into her car with John's arms raised above his head.
"I paid last time!" He exclaimed as he followed Mickie inside of her car – being that John had known where this breakfast diner (that was supposedly "up the street" had been, Mickie had let him drive) the drive had been in silence. Mickie had just turned on the car radio and listened to the sound of The Fray drowning out other sounds.
She could always relax to their newest hit "Never Say Never." It amazed her how she could connect so well with anything by The Fray.
Eventually, the two had arrived had the breakfast dinner as Mickie released an very, very long sigh of relief whilst John on the other hand arched his brow and glared at her with a puzzled expression. "What? I told you that it was the up the street?"
"A hour away doesn't exactly equal up to up the street, John." Mickie retorted.
John gestured a short, innocent shrug. "So, maybe I took the longer way to spend more time with my favorite diva. Is that such a crime?"
Mickie playfully rolled her eyes with an added shake of her head. "Shut up." Quietly, he cackled as he pulled out her car key from the car's ignition – Mickie had reached for her car door but before she could pull it open John had already been there with the car door wide opened for her. "Seriously, John?" Mickie said, a bit taken back.
"Hey, I'm trying to be a nice guy, here."
Mickie quietly chuckled as he closed the door behind her. "For all of this, the food here better be pretty darn good."
John laughed as he led himself – and Mickie – toward the entrance of the breakfast dinner (whilst holding the door open for the tiny diva as she walked under his arm and into the doorway) the two soon was seated to a small table fit for a group of two or four.
Mickie had looked into her breakfast menu as John sat his hands on the table, prepared to make conversation with the diva. "So," he began – causing Mickie to only slightly drift her eyes up toward him, but still keep them glued to the menu, "how has things been going for you, lately?"
Mickie shrugged carelessly. "Pretty good I guess. You?" John nodded in response; Mickie once again shrugged her shoulders as she glared back down toward her menu. "Hm. I'm thinking about having their waffles? Or maybe, I should try something else…"
John drew himself out of the conversation as a familiar tune had played from his phone. Taking the phone from his pocket, he noticed a new text message. "Oh, it's Ken." John said out loud.
"Something wrong?" Mickie asked, unsure of the importance of it being Ken.
"I don't know," John whispered as he read the message displayed on his phone, "Ken asked me to call him once I get this message."
Mickie nodded her head. "Then you should."
Quickly, John's eyes lifted up from his phone to Mickie with his brow arched. "You sure?"
"Of course. Go right ahead." The tiny brunette insisted.
"Thanks, Micks." John said with a small smile of gratitude as he stood from his seat. "I'll be right back, but you can go ahead and order." He told her before heading toward one of the restrooms. Meanwhile, Mickie continued to glare down at her menu – scanning down all the different choices she could chose from though unfortunately, Mickie struggled to order "just anything" from diners she hadn't eaten at before.
"Mickie?"
The tiny brunette's head quickly lifted up – she would have guessed it was John if the voice had not sounded anything like John. It was much more stern but still somewhat laid back. "…Shane?" She answered back with a puzzled expression as she sat her menu down on the table.
"Yeah, hey." He grinned. "Strange running into you here. Are you dining alone?"
Mickie noticed the concern in his voice and quickly shook her head. "No. I actually came here with John." Slowly, Shane nodded his head in a knowingly way as if saying to himself "Of course" – most the divas had eyes for John and only very, very few of them cared for the times he was back on with his girlfriend, even though Mickie dated him in the past, she had never done it while he was with Liz. "…As friends," Mickie added.
Shane quietly chuckled as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Okay." He gave in. "So, where is your friend, then?"
Mickie peeked toward the restroom behind her. "He actually headed to the restroom." Mickie hadn't seen John yet leave the restroom so turned back to face Shane. "He got a strange text from Ken and said that he needed to call him back, so."
"Oh." Shane slowly nodded his head. "I guess Ken is already giving John the word."
Mickie's brows arched. "Word of what?"
Quickly, Shane shook his head as he raised his hands in innocence. "Eh…I'll just let John tell you himself." Shane said once noticing the familiar figure returning from the restroom. "I'll see you later, Mickie." With a small smile, Shane nodded his head toward Mickie and then walked away before John arrived to the table – Mickie's eyes followed Shane sit down to a table where there had already been a woman seated there. It figures that Shane of course was dating, or so it looked.
John glared puzzled toward the small image of Shane that he caught a glimpse of but soon shrugged it off, carelessly.
"Hey, was everything alright?" Mickie asked.
As John began to open his mouth to speak, their waiter soon arrived to their table.
"Good morning. May I take you two's order?"
John lightly scratched the back of his head. "Uh, Mickie – something just happened with Ken and I really need to be with the guy right now. I swear if it wasn't this important, then I would not be leaving-"
"Wait, you're leaving?" Mickie cut in, completely puzzled.
Slowly, John sighed. "…Yeah. I'm really sorry, Micks. Ken just really needs someone to talk to right now."
"Why, what happened?"
John looked toward the waiter who seemed quite impatient but still wore a large grin on her face, as if it was her job to do (though technically, it was.) "I'll tell you all about it later." John decided as he digged into his back pockets and sat on the table more than enough that would cover for Mickie's breakfast. "It's still on me, remember?" He winked toward her and soon headed out the door.
"Could I take your order, m'am?"
Mickie couldn't believe it. John was practically standing her up – he just completely bailed out. It wasn't even like him to do that. He use to care about her so much and the past that they became very good friends afterwards and now, now he seemed like a complete stranger to ever do that.
"M'am?"
Mickie blinked, catching herself dosing off and quickly smiled in retort. "Um, yes. I'll have this." The tiny brunette pointed to a picture with a stack of warmly-cooked waffles (which of course came with a few sides) on the menu and the waiter nodded her head, soon asking for Mickie's drink afterwards.
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