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Chapter Five: You Can't Always Get What You Want.
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Mickie glimpsed down toward her wrist, noticing that the red spot had still not vanished. Though now it was a dark and muddy brown. It still hadn't grossed her out. Instead, it only reminded her of everything that had happened – from the parking lot brawl between Dolph and Randy, to the point where she was now.
Peeking up from her wrist, Mickie realized that neither Ted nor Randy were saying a word or moving a motion. Randy had two ear buds shoved in each of his ears whilst Ted on the other hand had his hands firmly on the wheel and had been staring straight ahead toward the road.
Mickie chewed down on her lip. Neither one of them seemed to be noticing her much and perhaps that was a very much good thing. Maybe if she remained as invisible as she appeared to the two of them than the nerves running through her veins about just being in the car would soon go away and stop tormenting her.
But this all became only wishful thinking as a familiar tune – to Mickie anyway – flooded the quiet car. As quickly as she possibly could, the brunette rushed through all of her empty pockets until finding her cell phone in one pocket that was not empty. She quickly pressed against the buttons of her phone until the ringing had stopped.
She almost let out a sigh of relief but Ted – who had peeked over his shoulder toward her – had showed her a puzzled glance. Mickie knew that she probably came off pretty discomforted to him, perhaps because she was discomforted.
In return, Mickie attempted to offer him a small – and rather shy – smile but he only turned his head back toward the road. As Mickie peeked down toward her cell that had now sat on her lap she noticed that the call had been from Kelly.
Mickie grunted at just the thought.
"…Are you okay?" Ted Finally spat out, Mickie couldn't tell if he was truly concerned or just weirded out by her. To him, she probably was acting rather strange.
Simply, the brunette shrugged her shoulders. "Yes." Shortly after, she answered back toward him before shoving her cell back into her front pocket and then tilting her head up so that she could now face him. "…It was just Kells," she began – unsure of why she was even finding needs to tell him all of this (but she was), "I mean Kelly. Her and Candice are probably just worried about why I am not at the hotel room. They have no idea where I am right now."
His brow arched. "And, you aren't going to answer the call and at least explain to them where you are…?"
"Surprisingly, I'm not really up to playing '80 Questions' about why I am in a car with you and Randy." Mickie then bit down on her lip, "Not to mention, you know Randy and Kelly's 'history'…" Shortly after, Ted had nodded his head in understandingly as he soon turned back to face the road.
Mickie peeked up toward where Randy had sat – thankfully, he hadn't been looking back in her direction – Randy seemed so…peaceful. He didn't seem half as chaotic as he was on the TV Screen or how everyone knew him to be on Monday Nights during his tirades. He had his forehead gently leaned against the window as his eye had been softly closed, just listening to the music that drowned his ears.
"So…if you cannot stand Kelly, why room with her?"
Mickie blinked her eyes slowly toward Ted's unexpected question as she instantly drifted her brown eyes away from Randy whilst also hoping to herself that Ted hadn't seen her. "What do you mean?" Quietly, she asked him – though she had only caught a hearing of the end of his question.
He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to stare toward the road. "I – personally – just wouldn't room with someone that I didn't consider to be one of my close friends. I don't think anyone would, really."
Instantly, Mickie's brow arched up. "I do consider Kelly to be one of my friends." The brunette corrected him whilst now shrugging her shoulders. "We may be different more than we're alike, but she's still one of my closest friends."
Ted slowly nodded his head, but Mickie knew he wasn't buying into what she was pleading. Though the petite brunette did have a lot of liking for Kelly. The blonde had truly been one of her closest friends ever since joining Raw and helping the brunette be victorious in their tag match. Perhaps, Mickie just didn't deliver her plead well because her mind had been miles away.
She still had been confused about the Randy and Dolph situation and why had Ted been asking her about her relationship with Kelly? Or, why had he been speaking to her at all? He didn't even want her in his car, or so he coldly said when he first saw her.
Mickie played with her fingers on her lap before hearing Ted speak up again, "You should feel very lucky," he told her. The brunette shook her head, completely puzzled. "Lucky to have run into Randy and I tonight, or else you would have just been stranded on your own."
So he thought. Though Ted had not known. He hadn't known anything. Randy and Mickie were stranded together, meaning not Mickie being stranded alone and then coincidentally running into Randy. If Mickie would have ended up stranded by the end of the night than so would have Randy.
A small sigh fell from her lips as she glared through the window.
Had you ever swore to yourself that you could almost feel someone glaring at you? As if, you could feel there eyes burning a whole through your skin.
\Well that had been the exact feeling that the brunette had began feeling as she slowly drifted her brown eyes to meet toward Ted.
He just wore a short smile on his lips. Mickie knew Ted too well to know it was nothing more than just pity for her. The petite diva knew Ted had mistook her flustered attitude for having something to do with Kelly – who he probably was still convinced that the brunette hadn't had much liking for but pitied Kelly too much to admit it.
But that had just been more proof that Ted had not known anything about her to begin with.
The brunette forced herself to offer a small smile back of her own before turning her head back toward the window. Counting the minutes – to herself of course – that she would be back in her hotel room, Candice and Kelly would possibly be asleep by the time she arrived which meant that Mickie would be able to just get a good night's rest.
Ted began feeling the same feeling as Mickie did as he peeked over toward his right to notice that the self proclaimed Legend Killer had been glaring toward him with narrowed eyes and with both his ear buds now removed from his ears.
Ted's brow arched. "Hey?" Uneasily, Randy retorted back. He was completely unsure of why Randy had been staring at him so coldly. But Ted knew Randy never needed a reason before and not now for that matter.
But this cold, it was so distinctively different than any glare Ted had received from him before.
Before Randy could speak up – if he ever would – Mickie's voice had broken the silence between the two men. "It's over there, Ted. My hotel building is over there." She then pointed her finger toward her left. "Right there." Ted nodded in retort before turning in the direction he was directed.
As Ted's car had soon stopped in front of Mickie's hotel building, the petite diva quickly attempted to gather all of her belongings and shove them in her gym bag. She sighed as a few of her things fell onto the floor – she could even hear a small cackle of amusement being made by Ted which instantly made Mickie's cheeks flush with a pink color.
Once all of her things were collected in her bag, she reached for the handle bar. She tugged once and the door hadn't budged. Her brow arched as she tugged harder once more and then even a third time after the second.
A chuckle emerged through Ted's lips. "It's locked, Mickie." He simply explained toward her with a short eye roll before tapping on a button on the side of his own car door. "Now, give it a try." Mickie bit down on her lip as the door swung open on her fourth try.
Great, she thought to herself. She tightly gripped onto the strap of her bag to try and ease the pain of embarrassment she was feeling. Before she stepped out of the car, something had forced her to voice something and so she did, unsure of what the outcome would be.
"…Um, good night Randy." Mickie said, she hesitated before leaving – expecting for an answer, though she received nothing. She glanced down at Randy's lap to see that had been where his ear buds had laid. Mickie had been shocked that he heard her, yet he chose to say nothing.
Biting down on her lips toward all of the flustered feelings flooding her veins, she quickly stepped outside of the car and shut the door behind her. Ted wasted little time before quickly pulling off.
Mickie ran her fingers through the beginnings of her hair as she made her way toward the entrance of the Hotel building.
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By the time she had arrived at her hotel room, she had opened her door to find a running blonde haired diva pulling her into her arms. Mickie looked around puzzled until the blonde finally released her from her arm and then crossed her arms against her chest. Mickie slowly shook her head in a puzzled response.
"Did you lose your cell? Fall off the face of the earth for a few moments? Or – and here's my favorite one - do you just not like to answer anyone's calls?"
A sigh fell from Mickie's lips. She had almost completely forgotten about her not answering to Kelly's call and knowledge that she would have to confront the situation now. "Sorry, Kells." Quietly, Mickie retorted back as she dropped her gym bag to the floor and then slowly removed her jacket as she walked toward her bed whilst Kelly quickly followed behind her.
"So then who is he? Or did John honestly show?"
Mickie peeked back toward Kelly with an arched brow. "What're you talking about?"
Kelly sighed in disbelief. "Come on Mickie, you were out for half the night – either you were with John or someone else." Mickie only shook her head – she knew to Kelly it probably would make sense that if she hadn't showed to their hotel room immediately after the night then she was with a guy, but not everyone – unlike Kelly – had spent their night after the show with a guy.
"I went out with Melina and Tiff." Mickie shortly answered as she laid her head back on her pillow only to have Kelly peeking down at her with now very much narrowed eyes.
"Liar!" Kelly exclaimed, as if she was waiting for Mickie to feed her such a not true story, as she did. A smirk then whipped on Kelly's lip as Mickie glared at her completely puzzled. "..Mel and Tiff called the hotel room earlier. They talked something about you probably needing a ride because they were sure John wasn't going to show. So how could you be with them when they were looking for you and-"
"Alright, I get it, Kell." Mickie interrupted her as she instantly sat up and ran her fingers through her brown mane and shook her head, quite flustered. The petite brunette felt a hand cup her shoulders, but Mickie refused to turn around and look toward the diva who she knew was still sitting just behind her.
"Geez Mickie…I'm sorry." Quietly, Kelly stated in her – much often used – sweet toned voice as she pouted. She hadn't known that she would have received that reaction out of the brunette who Kelly innocently made very flustered.
Mickie lowered her head. "It's fine." Simply, the diva stated back in return; she wanted to explain to Kelly that the blame was not put on her at all. The blame for the petite diva being so flustered had been answered in a tall, slender, muscular form – a description that the blonde haired diva honestly didn't fit.
As a silence drew between them, the blonde haired diva then jumped up on the bed – landing on her knees – as she pulled her arms around the petite diva in a tight embrace. "Hey, I have a good plan," the now perky blonde began, "Candy is asleep and I couldn't help but notice that she took a little trip to the Supermarket today." Mickie's brow arched up as she turned to face the blonde. "She bought that so delicious Butter Pecan ice cream." Kelly closed her eyes and smiled. "Tons and tons of it! And I promise, I won't tell if you won't tell."
A small giggle fell from Mickie's lips. She didn't want to do anything that would have the raven haired diva scorning down at her the following morning after and complaining about how half of her ice cream carton had been gone. If it was one thing to be known about the Defining Beauty diva it had been that her ice cream was not to be touched unless permission was granted.
But had Kelly ever followed it? No. Mickie barely roomed with Candice much – though Kelly and Candice had been rooming together since Candice returned to the Raw Brand and Kelly had been accustomed to often sneaking a bowl or two of the not to be touched ice cream every night around this time.
Candice had always dosed off around the same time, every night.
"So…" Kelly piped in once the petite brunette didn't serve her back with an answer.
Mickie offered a small smile. "Honestly, I'm not up for ice cream right now. I really just want to head to bed."
"Oh, well okay." Kelly lowered her head as Mickie simply shrugged in response.
As the blonde haired diva – eventually – made her exit, very slowly, the petite brunette in return just watched the diva until she was finally out of sight. A sigh emerged through Mickie's lips as she forcefully threw her head back onto the fluffed pillow that laid behind her.
How could she possibly hunger for ice cream? All she hungered for was an answer and she wouldn't receive that answer from a bowl – or two for that matter – of ice cream. All she could do was find herself desperately waiting for the morning after tonight or even the next Raw taping, whenever it would be that her answer would arrive.
She felt more flustered just admitting it as time passed by with her feeling very much trapped in her hotel room with two women who just couldn't give her the answer she was yearning to know of. But perhaps, the answer was already there without it needing to be said – perhaps, she should know of two things.
The first, Randy Orton clearly had not liked her. Not even much in the romantic type that many girls yearned for him to care about her for – because she honestly didn't find herself wanting that from him – instead she just knew that he didn't even like the idea of having a friendship with her. The second had been, that the petite brunette would have to learn to accept that she wouldn't always get what she wanted.
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He shut his eyes in frustration.
The legend killer was comfortable with the knowledge that he hadn't wanted her, yet he found himself struggling to accept anyone else wanting her, either. How could that be possible? He had only cared for one thing and that had been the Wrestling business and at the moment – the WWE Championship.
Perhaps, Legacy was slowly becoming something he valued in his life but the title was the most important and her, well she just wasn't on that list. And even if – of course this thought remained hypothetical in his mind – he was to possibly care for her, then how could he be secure with the fact that she would care for him in return?
He didn't find it hard to believe that he had a bad reputation in the locker room. Especially, as far as the divas were concerned. He was either known for that pitiful reputation of being a "Lady Thriller" or being some psychotic maniac. He was sure that neither two would impress her.
…Because she was…different. He didn't know why, but she just…was.
She didn't smile half as much as all the other divas and he noticed that she often was flustered and confused. But it hadn't even resembled a bit ditzy. Only as if she was fighting to find her words, genuine words and not that crap that other divas fed him just for him to fall for them or make him view them as genuine. She hadn't been much of a girly-girl, either. Often, she was dressed in just a t-shirt, denims and a jacket.
…She just wasn't like the other divas in any way. She wasn't like any other woman, really…
But still, he hadn't wanted her. He just…wanted no one else to want her, either – because guys like Dolph and John just weren't worth having her. Randy refused to come off jealous that John had a chance with her – and that Dolph could even for a second think that he possibly could. He even found himself angry at Ted for just smiling at Mickie the way he was in the car.
It wasn't that the Legend Killer was jealous, but he was jealous.
Randy rolled over toward his side on his hotel bed, as his ice blue eyes slowly opened.
It killed him to admit it, but he never felt so envious of John than earlier this night. For a girl that he claimed he had not wanted, she had surely drove him crazy.
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Author's Note: I really wanted to do an update before I go out for breakfast, I hope you all enjoyed this! I tried to make this a good chappy but that wasn't nearly as hard as trying to write the Randy part at the end. Lol, still I tried my best at doing that because I don't want every chappy to revolve around Micks.
