Thinking of You

Based on the song "Thinking of You" by Katy Perry

Kelly sat in a lawn chair, on the balcony of the hotel suite she'd been sharing with her boyfriend and his on-screen mentor. It was the most uncomfortable, awkward situation she had ever been in. Her current boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend in one place. Hell, it was much more than that. They were co-workers…friends, even. They worked together quite closely, and it put her in a terrible spot. She brought her feet onto the edge of the chair, hugging her knees to her chest.

"What are you doing out here?" an unexpected voice asked, causing Kelly to gasp as she turned to see Mike Mizanin standing behind her.

"Oh…Mike…sorry. You scared me. I um…I came out here because I couldn't sleep," she replied, not expecting to be facing him.

"Really? I couldn't either." There was an awkward silence lingering between the two former lovers. "You know, when Kevin told me that I was bringing his girlfriend out on the road for a little while, I never expected her to be you."

"Yeah…I didn't know you were the Mike that Kevin was working with. I don't watch wrestling…and he knows better than to talk to me about it," she replied, her eyes focusing on the night sky.

"Did you tell him about us?" Mike questioned.

"No. Why would I do that?" she snapped.

He shrugged, taking a seat in the chair next to her. "So, how've you been?" he asked, making small talk with her.

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"Do what?"

"Pretend that you give a shit about what you've been up to," she shot.

"I do care…"

She rolled her eyes. "Sure…"

"Things don't have to be so hostile between us."

"You left me."

"You didn't chase after me."

"Go fuck yourself. If you wanted me to chase after you, you would have never left in the first place." She had to remind herself to keep her voice down, so as not to wake Kevin, who was sleeping inside.

"Kel…"

"Don't bother."

"Come on. You know I didn't have a choice but to leave," he told her.

"You had a choice. You made your decision."

"Kelly, stop. Please. Can't we just start over?"

"No. We can't."

"Why not?"

"You broke my heart, Mike. And here you are, pretending the world is just a peachy place, where things should be just fine between us.":

"All of that stuff happened three years ago. I just thought we could let bygones be bygones," he explained.

"Well, obviously you thought wrong. I just want to shut the hell up and leave me alone."

"How come you can't forgive me for what happened?" he asked. She remained silent, leaving his question unanswered. "Do you still have feelings for me, Kelly?" he questioned.

Her eyes darted over to him. "Besides hatred and disdain? Not so much," she sneered.

"I don't believe you."

"You're an asshole."

Kelly stood up. Mike followed suit. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"No. You aren't. Just leave me alone from now on," she demanded, as she turned to walk away. Mike reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her against his body. She stepped back.

"I've missed you, Kel," he whispered, his eyes full of sincerity. Her eyes slowly traveled up to meet his.

"Mike, I-" She was cut off by his lips on top of hers. She had to catch herself from falling, as her knees went weak, but Mike pulled her body against his.

Kelly mustered up the courage to push him back. "I've missed you so much," he spoke.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. "I'm with Kevin. You can't do this to me," she told him, pulling her arm out of his grasp and making her way back inside.

Mike leaned on the balcony railing, one arm resting across the rail, his other elbow resting next to his arm, as his hand held his forehead. He didn't know how he was going to handle this.