I'm keeping this one going, because I love The Miz! (I love John Morrison too!)
I really appreciate reviews - good or bad. Let me know how I'm doing. With any luck, chapter 4 will be up at the weekend.
Mike headed to the gym in a very bad mood. After about half an hour of beating a punch-bag, John Morrison walked up to him.
"Who's got you all wound up?"
"It's nothing John."
"Well, if you carry on thrashing that bag you're gonna wind up injured."
Mike rested his hands on his knees and looked up at John. Why did he always talk sense? John always made Mike feel like a kid who shouldn't be indulged.
"Holly came to see me this morning." Mike sighed.
"So, she rejected you, or…" John frowned as he sat on a bench.
"No. She's being put into a romantic storyline."
"Are you jealous?"
"The storyline is with Edge." Mike finished. John nodded and put his hand on Mike's shoulder and gave a small smile.
"How does Holly feel about it?"
"She's devastated. She was really upset." Mike frowned.
"Could you ask Stephanie to change the storyline?"
"It's worth a try." Mike shrugged as he headed off to shower.
Two hours later, Mike was sitting in Stephanie McMahon's office.
"Sorry about the wait. What can I do for you?" the brunette smiled.
"I understand that there's a new storyline. Holly and Edge?"
"Yes, we're starting it this week."
"Is there any way you could change it?" Mike looked pleadingly at Stephanie.
"Look, I wish I could. Holly needs time to settle in first." She replied.
"Then get another diva."
"It's out of my hands. Someone in writing owed Edge a favour."
"So he requested the storyline?" Mike realised that things were falling into place.
"He requested Holly too. I would have gone for Maria or Maryse." Stephanie leant forward in her chair and gave an apologetic smile.
"Thanks anyway." Mike smiled and exited the office.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialled Holly's number.
"Hello?"
"Holly, it's Mike."
"Oh hey. Sorry about earlier…"
"It's forgotten. Do you like Italian?"
"Yeah."
"Right, I'll pick you up in an hour."
"Ok, bye."
Mike jumped back into his rental car and drove to the hotel to get changed. He would talk to Holly and try and work out a solution to the problem.
Mike knocked on Holly's door and waited. She answered wearing a black polo neck, pinstripe trousers and black ankle boots, worn with a turquoise pendant and earrings.
"Will I do?" She twirled around and posed.
"Definitely." Mike smiled and held open the door.
They drove to a small Italian place, where they were allocated a small corner table.
"Order what you like, it's on me." Mike said, browsing his own menu.
"Oh no, I'll pay half." Holly replied, sipping on a sparkling water.
"No, I insist." Mike said, putting down his menu and gesturing to the waiter.
"You are ready to order?" the waiter asked.
"Yeah, I'll have a chicken carbonara with a side salad. Holly will have…"
"Mushroom risotto, extra mushrooms, no cheese." She smiled politely.
"And to drink?" the waiter asked.
"Some more sparkling water please." Mike smiled and turned his attention to Holly.
"What?" she blushed as Mike looked at her.
"I'm sorry. Can I not admire your beauty?"
"No!" she giggled, taking another sip of her water.
"You can admire me." Mike grinned as she rolled her eyes.
"What makes you so…?" Holly thought for a moment.
"Awesome?"
"No. Confident, I would say."
"I guess I was born that way." He shrugged.
It was amazing. He didn't feel the need to use any barriers or false confidence. Holly made him feel like an average guy, which was a good thing. He saw other girls and saw party girls, or desperate women. Holly made him see something different. He saw a life of having someone to be there for and to love. He barely knew her…
"About this storyline…" Mike began.
"Can we not talk about that? Just for now." Holly smiled and placed her hand on his.
The waiter arrived with their dishes. Holly looked over at the food mountain on Mike's plate. Mike looked at her and raised his eyebrow.
"You'll never eat all that!" she said.
"Wanna bet?" Mike grinned, shovelling a forkful into his mouth.
Mike did finish his plate. In fact he had room for ice cream, which Holly shared with him. They got their coats and left the restaurant. Mike walked beside Holly, trying to find something to say.
"Holly?"
"Yes Mike."
"If I said something now…"
Holly stopped and turned to face him.
"Said what?"
"I know I don't even know you. It's crazy, but I'm…I think…"
"It's ok, no rush." Holly held his arm.
"I love you."
Holly gasped and froze on the spot. Mike eyed her carefully, hoping he hadn't just blown it. Holly looked up, tears glistening in her beautiful blue eyes.
"Forget that I said anything." Mike said, looking down at the floor.
Holly reached up and pulled him down, causing his lips to meet hers. Mike kissed her back and wrapped his arm around her waist. She broke away suddenly.
"I shouldn't have said anything." Mike shrugged.
"It's my fault. I can't expect all my problems to just disappear." Holly whispered.
Mike put his arm around her and they walked to the car in silence.
Later that night, Mike was in his room. He was supposed to share with John Morrison, but he was elsewhere. Mike checked his emails on his laptop. He jumped when his cell phone rang. He blinked at the caller ID – Holly.
"Holly?" he answered.
"Sorry for calling you late, but I thought I should explain."
"Go ahead." Mike made himself comfortable on his bed.
"I was upset about the whole Edge storyline. I'm sat here thinking. I'm being forced into something I don't want to do." Holly sighed.
"I did try to help." Mike sighed on the other end of the line.
"So, if there's something I really want to do…I should do it."
"That's a good philosophy."
"Mike, did you mean what you said?" Holly asked, her voice shaky.
"Of course, I'm serious."
"I have to go…" Holly whispered, hanging up the phone.
"Holly? Don't hang up, don't…"
Mike let out a large sigh and tossed his cell phone in a drawer. He knocked off his laptop and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then came rapid knocking at the door.
"John, did you forget…" Mike opened the door, expecting John.
"I had to come here." Holly said from the hallway.
"I don't understand."
"As crazy and illogical as it sounds, I love you too."
"Whoa!" Mike exclaimed, running a hand through his short hair.
"I fell for you when you pulled me out of a box!" Holly giggled.
Mike stood, shocked. He thought that he'd blown it, yet there she was, a gorgeous woman, whom he loved and wanted to protect, whatever the cost.
"Mike?" she snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah?" he replied.
Holly jumped up and kissed him passionately. He realised that she wasn't trying to break away this time. He pushed the door shut and swept her up into his arms. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder as he placed her down on his bed. He sat, suddenly unsure. She looked confused, sitting up and whispering in his ear.
"I love you. I want to be with you…now."
Mike looked into her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled and pulled the clip from her hair, letting her brunette waves cascade over the pillows. Mike took in her natural beauty, as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. He kissed her gently, pulling her close and running his fingers down her soft skin.
"I do love you." He whispered as Holly ran a hand over his chest.
"I love you too." She smiled as Mike kissed her passionately.
The following morning, Mike awoke to see Holly resting in his arms. She was peaceful and she looked angelic. Mike smiled as he recalled the events of last night.
The door clicked open and John Morrison peeked around the door.
"Is it ok to come in?"
Mike shook his head and nodded towards the sleeping beauty in his arms. John gave a nod and exited the room. Mike gently slipped out of the bed to go and see John. John was standing in the hallway with his eyebrow raised.
"Busy night?"
"It was amazing. She loves me." Mike grinned.
"Don't you say that about all the girls?" John shrugged.
"No, I'm serious man. Last night wasn't sex, it was lovemaking."
John leaned against the wall and shook his head.
"Let me get this right, The Miz is in love?"
"No, Mike Mizanin is in love." Mike replied defiantly.
"Sorry to be a killjoy, but do you even know her?" John said, almost in a fatherly manner.
"Look, it's not like we got drunk and married in Vegas."
"True." John patted Mike on the back.
"What's that for?"
"I'm happy for you. Really happy."
"Is there a but?" Mike asked.
"Only one. She still has to cosy up to Edge." John frowned.
"Yeah." Mike replied, heading back into his hotel room.
Will Edge give up now that Holly's with Mike? No way!
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