all eyes on me
there's only two types of people in the world – the ones that entertain and the ones that observe.
Waking up to a headache isn't exactly the way the brunette would have chosen to start out her Tuesday morning. The petite brunette slowly sat up from her bed, her hair had been tumbled and completely messy as she lazily ran her fingers through it. She muttered a long yawn under her breathe before turning her head toward abeeping alarming clock.
Noon already?
She felt that she had only had but a minute of rest, and now she was expected to attend the Superstars taping in just a few. Days like this, the petite diva really hated her job. And, with her job now currently on her mind, the diva noticed the difference in the hotel room she currently sat in and the one she was suppose to be at with Kelly.
The petite brunette slowly reached for her small cell phone that sat on top of a nightstand by the bed. She expected to see but a million messages left by the blonde – most possibly all messages of the blonde complaining about how the brunette had not showed up to their hotel room last not – but much to the brunette's surprise, none of the two text messages were left by Kelly.
Only two voicemail messages?
That made the least of sense. But, when Mickie noticed whom the message was sent by, her curiosity had shifted from the quantity of voicemail messages to whom the messages were by.
"So, I'm guessing if you are listening to this message then that means you're up. I feel awful for how bad you're probably feeling right now after last night, I even tried to talk my dad into getting one of the Bellas to replace you in the Diva Tag Match tonight, but you know how he is – long story short, no luck. Hopefully, me offering you a ride to the taping will make up for all the trouble? I'll be in the lobby until about a half of hour past noon, meet me there if you're interested."
A lazy smile – truly showing how tired the brunette currently was – rubbed off on her lips as she shook her in retort toward the message, she hadn't even needed to glance over at number to know who indeed the message was from.
Despite the knowledge of Mickie knowing that she had been strictly on her friendship-like basis with the Chairman's son, she couldn't help but run into her bashful, child-like ways when hearing his voice in her voicemail box.
…With seconds passing, Mickie noticed that Shane had mention a word or two about waiting in the lobby until twelve-thirty. Glancing over toward her alarm clock Mickie had noticed it being ten minutes after noon. Quickly, the diva rushed to her shower – practically being covered in soap bubbles when she exited but dried them down with her towel.
She was able to be out of her hotel room at around 12:25, leaving her the remaining five minutes to risk breaking one – or even possibly both – her ankles as she dashed down the hotel's staircase.
The brunette – dressed in a pair of hip hugging camo pants and a plain white tank with a gym bag hanging loosely on her shoulder – finally made her way down the staircase, arriving at the lobby though there had been no charming Chairman's billion dollar son in sight.
Instinctively, the tiny diva looked down at her watch: 12:31, it read.
Mickie practically cursed herself. Yes, a minute late but still…late, she reminded herself.
The brunette slightly slanted her body, beginning to find no surprise in the fact that Shane had been gone, already.
I'm not that special and worth the wait, anyway – hey, if I wasn't me, then I surely wouldn't wait for myself, either.
Taking the time – and strongly attempting – to find sense in those said words, the brunette was quickly started by a light tap against her shoulder.
"Well, there you are!"
…There he was, standing in all of his shine and glory.
In return, Mickie had simply smiled when she came face to face with the dark haired man as she slightly tugged onto the strap of her bag and gestured a shyly shrugged her shoulders in retort. How was it that she was still unable to be bold around Shane when he on the other was always so confident and calm.
"So, I take it you're ready to go?"
Eventually – possibly hours later, or so it felt – Mickie nodded her head after humiliating moments of hesitation. The diva realized that he probably of course thought she was the quite the loser for such a long hesitation. Or some sort of weirdo. What a great way to start off her afternoon - this would of course not make their long car ride to the taping awkward, right?
"You're quite the quiet one this morning, something up?"
Out of instinct, she shook her head and then realized that it had been just another gesture with no actual verbal answer, nice way to prove you're not the quiet one.
"I mean, no nothing is up. I guess I'm just feeling the aftermath of last night." She excused herself with a short shrug.
He gestured an apologetic smile in return. "I do apologize for that again, Mickie-"
"No, it's quite alright." Quickly, she spoke up.
"I'll still have to make up to you in the future. Until then, you ready to go?"
The petite brunette glanced out of the glass doors toward the parking lot – Shane had his car (Mickie noted it had actually been the same one from the night before) parked along the curb of the hotel building.
The tiny diva nodded her head in retort.
Shane then interlocked her elbow with his own and led her out of the door way, luckily they had not had to walk long before they finally reached their car. The dark haired figure walked toward the passenger side of the car and sweetly held the door opened for the tiny diva; somehow that had been only a billion times more worth it than the time John had opened the door for her.
Although at the moment – despite Mickie hating to admit it – John was the last thing on her mind.
She smiled and stepped inside of the car as Shane closed the door behind her and walked over toward his side of the car and closed the door behind him as well.
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The car ride had been quiet neither of the two saying much – somehow the brunette blamed herself for it all. Shane seemed to be quite comfortable whilst he was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other coolly seated on his lap, as to where Mickie had shifted in her seat over and over numerous times followed by her toying with her fingers and looking out the car window for some sort of distraction.
"You okay?" Eventually, Shane questioned as he peeked toward her and matched with her eyes, "Sorry, you just seem a little…distant and to yourself today."
A sigh of guilt escaped from her lips. "No, I'm sorry. It's just; something is biting at me, right now." Her attempt to express herself hadn't worked out as planned because in reality, the brunette wasn't really expressing herself. Using words such as "something" wasn't very much detailed and the arched brow of Shane was proof of that. "…Last night," she began further explaining before hesitating to finish, "do you – you know – remember what happened, at all?"
Immediately, Shane had gone into the act of being lost for words before shrugging his shoulders slowly and turning his eyes back to the road. "Well, if you're referring to if we did anything last night then yes, I can assure you that we definitely did not…-"
Before giving access to finish himself, the brunette let out a long sigh of relief to hear such whilst Shane remained silent.
The brunette chewed down on her lip. "That is a good thing, right?"
"Sure, of course." Shane nodded. "I would never take advantage of you while you're drunk, Mickie James. Besides, it was perfectly fine – I just got you situated in your hotel room and headed back to my hotel room for a good night's rest afterward."
The tiny diva smiled in retort, satisfied that he was satisfied and fine with it all – truth be told, she wouldn't have been comfortable with herself to find out that she had done anything at all with Shane (especially drunk). Mickie just hadn't felt that comfortable with Shane, just yet.
"Well, here we are." Shane announced whilst they pulled up to the Arena building. After pulling the car key from the ignition of the car, Shane had quickly rushed over toward the side of the car where the brunette had sat to open her car door before giving her the chance (causing the brunette to widely grin in retort).
After closing her door behind her, Shane walked with Mickie to the entrance of the building – linking arms with her once they had reached the door of the arena – and held the door open for her. The tiny diva couldn't help but see just how much of a perfect gentleman she felt Shane seemingly was.
As soon as they had reached inside it seemed as if everyone had noticed them at first notice: Crew, Staff members, other Divas and Superstars – everyone seemed to of noticed the pair. The petite diva could only glimpse down toward her shoes and uneasily shift around at the attention she was receiving.
Loud scoffs were released by a group of women including Beth Phoenix, Rosa Mendes and the current Divas Champion of the red brand – Maryse, who had been the loudest of the group with her disapproving scoff, followed by her crossing her arms firmly against her chest and countless of gestured eye rolls and waving her hands in disgust and disapproval of the two being a "thing" or so what it looked to be.
Although it seemed her emotion was only of being purely disgusted, it was clear that she was truly so much more. When the two walked past her – without either of the two truly noticing – an expression of hurt more than jealousy flushed out on her face as she loosened her arms. The blonde told herself she should've expected these two after the previous night before on Raw, but still…she hadn't wanted to be there to witness the truth of the two.
Mickie shifted awkwardly, though Shane's comforting smile down toward her had slightly eased her down until Shane's smile had transformed into somewhat annoyance as they noticed a figure heading down toward his direction – the figure's eyes had been glued down toward his wrist which he was wrapping white tape around before eventually glimpsing up and meeting the eyes of Shane.
The figure now standing opposed from Shane had stared with cold, dead eyes – although for one of the first very few occasions, the figure hadn't spend a dose of hours glaring toward the Chairman's son in a deadly stare down. Instead, his cold, blue eyes had immediately flickered over toward the sight of a small-figured woman locked on the arm of the Chairman.
He's with her?
The cold figure glared in shock, unable to answer his own question despite knowing the obvious answer had been glaring him back in the face.
"Orton." Dryly, Shane greeted the figure as he walked past him with a smirk wrapped on his lips as in return – for quite another first – the self proclaimed Viper was left without a word to cough back out in retort.
Randy Orton stood in the hall – whilst the pair shuffled their way past him and leaded themselves down a hall in disappearance – completely frozen. The questioning of if Shane had somehow formed some type of relationship with the tiny diva still repeating and echoing in his head – though he soon began puzzling over a seemingly new found more interest…
Was she with him?
Hope everyone enjoyed that piece. I had fun writing it and I have a lot of plans in mind for the next chapter. Definitely leave feedback telling me if you like this turn – and also your thoughts on Randy Orton, Maryse (who both seem to be effected by Shane and Mickie's "relationship") and also your own thoughts on Shane and Mickie.
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