Disclaimer: I do not own Christian/Jay Reso or WWE. I only own Dawn Ricard/Scarlet, and of course, the plot.

The night was over, and Dawn was ready to get some sleep. She just got out of the bathroom, and she was now wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of hot pink sweatpants, the first two things she pulled out of her luggage. Her red hair was in disarray, and it looked like blazing flames. She could've combed it out a while ago when she was still in the bathroom, but she didn't. It was because one: she was lazy, and two: she didn't see the point in combing it because that if she did it, it'll end up being messy the next morning anyway. She walked towards her bed and sat on it. She knew that she was tired, but for some reason, she couldn't sleep yet - it annoyed the hell out of her.

Across her was another bed, and she saw her roommate for tonight, Natalie Neidhart, reading a book. Dawn smirked. She'd usually have a guy as her roommate, but she still preferred having a girl sharing a hotel room with her.

Dawn stopped looking at Natalie, and grabbed the blanket. She wrapped it around herself, and then turned off the lampshade on the nightstand beside her. She closed her eyes, and attempted to sleep.

A few minutes later, she heard a soft knock on the door. Dawn opened her eyes, and looked at Natalie. Natalie obviously didn't hear it, because she was too engrossed with reading her book. The stranger at the door knocked again, and this time, hard and loud. Natalie closed the book in her hands and placed it on her bed, got up, and walked towards the door. For some reason, Dawn had the feeling that it was Mike. She sat up from her bed.

"Nattie," Dawn said. Natalie stopped walking to the door and turned her head to Dawn's direction. "If it's Mike Mizanin, tell him I'm out."

Natalie raised an eyebrow at her, but she nodded. "Sure Dee."

Dawn smirked. "Thank you."

And with that, Natalie finally made it to the door and opened it. Dawn's instinct was right - it was Mike Mizanin.

"Hey Mike, what brings you here?" Natalie said with a small smile on her face as she saw Mike.

Mike returned her smile with a half-hearted smirk. "Hi Nattie," he replied. "Is Dawn here? I want to talk to her."

Natalie bit her lower lip as she shook her head. "She's out Mike, sorry."

Mike sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Please Nattie, let me talk to her. I know she's in there."

Natalie looked down and sighed. If she pressed on about how Dawn was really not there even though that she was, Mike would try and get inside their room.

"Wait here." She told him.

Dawn heard the whole conversation, and she wanted to go jump out the window. She didn't want to see and talk to Mike. But, if she refused to talk to him, she knew Mike wouldn't leave and would try to approach her in another way. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, and she felt weak in the knees. As she stared off into the space in front of her, Natalie walked towards her bed.

"You have to talk to him, Dee." Natalie told her, giving her a look of pity. Dawn bit her lower lip, and nodded. So, she slowly got out of her bed and made her way towards the door. Once her hand touched the cold, gold doorknob, Dawn debated whether or not she would face Mike. The hell with it, Dawn thought to herself as she quickly turned the doorknob. When she opened the door, the first thing she saw were Mike's baby blue eyes - the eyes she missed looking at. Suddenly, the feelings she used to feel came rushing back, making her vulnerable.

"Mike." She said, stepping out of the room and standing in front of Mike. She closed the door behind her.

All of a sudden, Mike grabbed both of her shoulders and slammed her against the wall. Dawn closed her eyes from the slight pain, and her eyes were getting moist.

"What the fuck Dawn!" Mike told her, anger present in his face. "Why were you making out with Jay?"

Dawn rolled her eyes. She didn't want to be under Mike's spell anymore. So, she used the little energy that she still had inside her to push Mike away from her even if it's just a few inches. "Technically, Scarlet was making out with Christian - it's not me and Jay. And why are you so bothered by it anyway, Mike?"

Mike groaned in a frustrated manner. He touched her left cheek with his left hand, but Dawn swat it away. But, Mike ended up grabbing both sides of her face and slowly pushed her against the wall. Mike was so close to her, it intimidated Dawn. She felt her breath on her face, and she was gradually losing herself by just looking into Mike's blue orbs.

"Because I love you, Dawn. What part of I love you don't you understand?" Mike replied, his face red. Dawn closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. This was real. She thought she'd never hear Mike tell her those meaningful, three words again, but she just did. It's all she'd been longing to hear, but after hearing him say it, Dawn refused to believe it; it just didn't seem sincere to her.

"You love me?" Dawn chuckled humorlessly. "Mike, you don't know what you're saying."

Mike pushed her some more, his body touching hers. "I know what I'm saying, Dawn. Don't you love me back?"

Mike stared into Dawn's shiny, almost translucent blue eyes. It brought Mike pain, because he knew that Dawn was going to cry in any minute now, and he could hold her in her arms, but it wouldn't feel the same. Hell, he didn't even know if Dawn will allow him to hold her, after the pain he'd cause her. He prepared for whatever she has to say.

"I love you, but you fucked me over. Stop playing head games with me, Mike! Please!"

And with that, Dawn pushed Mike away from her with much force and as far away from her as possible. Tears started pouring out of Dawn's eyes. That push made Mike stumble back, surprised with how much force Dawn had in her. Dawn quickly got back inside the hotel room, and locked the door. She heard Mike pounding on the door.

"Dawn, please! Open up!" She heard Mike say. Dawn cried, slowly sinking into the floor. "I love you!"

Dawn cried some more and covered her ears - she didn't need to hear more of his lies anymore. Natalie stood in front of her and quickly rushed to her side when she saw that she was lying on the cold linoleum floor. The pounding on the door stopped a few minutes later and Natalie was finally able to help Dawn get back to her bed. She helped Dawn get tucked in, and being the older one even if she was just a year older than her, Natalie tried to make Dawn feel at least a bit better by gently patting her back. Natalie and Dawn knew each other pretty well because of working together when they were still on Raw. Natalie was one of Dawn's friends in the industry, and Natalie had a soft spot for the younger woman.

"Shh, stop crying Dee," she told the crying Dawn, who's head was buried into the plush, white pillow. "Forget about what happened. It'll be better in the morning, I promise."

Dawn stopped crying a little bit and turned around to look at Natalie. Natalie was smiling at her. "Thank you, Natalie."

And with that, Natalie got up from Dawn's bed, and went back to her own bed. She turned off the lampshade and decided to sleep. On the other hand, Dawn let some tears escape her swollen eyes as she stared at the ceiling. Dawn took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She really did hope that everything was going to be better in the morning.

Jay just got off the phone with his soon-to-be ex-wife, Denise. They talked about their on-going divorce. He knew that it'll probably still take a few months for their divorce to be finalized, because they still had to go through a conference or two, etcetera. He prayed that their divorce should come sooner, because he couldn't stand hurting the woman anymore. He loved Denise, but not as much as he used to. He will always have some place for her in his heart; after all, she did became a part of his life and made him happy. Jay wasn't a heartless bastard. He wasn't getting a divorce from Denise just so he could sleep around, but because he felt like she deserved a better man in her life - someone who was around all the time and will be there for her when she needed someone by her side.

It was eleven-fifteen in the evening, and for Jay, the night was still young. He decided to go to the hotel's bar, grab a drink or two. When he made it there, he asked the bartender for his drink of choice, and then he saw that Heath Miller, or better known as Heath Slater, sitting on the stool beside him. When Heath turned around, he saw Jay.

"Hey man," Heath told him. "You look a bit serious. Something bothering you?"

Jay shook his head and tried to smile. Only a few people knew about his personal life, and privacy was important to him. "Nah, just tired."

"Just drink the tiredness away... or hook up with a chick or two." Heath advised him as he winked at him, before standing up to follow a blonde to the dance floor.

Jay shook his head. He could easily hook up with someone if he wanted to, but he didn't. Jay just sat there on the stool, enjoying his cold alcoholic drink as he stared at the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor grinding into one another. For some reason, the only thing that was in his head right now was Dawn. Where was she? Why isn't she partying here? Jay tried to stop thinking about her, but he couldn't. The talk he had with Denise on the phone served as a bit of a distraction to him, because he'd been thinking about Dawn all night. He could've been thinking about Denise and their divorce and Dawn was his distraction, but it was the other way around. Jay wanted to see Dawn, talk to her, have a few drinks with her...

Stop thinking about her. Jay told himself. When he finished his drink, he ordered another one. He felt confused like never before. What was Dawn doing to him?

The sun's rays pierced through the hotel room window. It hit Dawn's eyes, making her open her lids. Her eyes felt heavy, and it's obviously from all of the crying she did last night. She slowly rose up from her bed, and looked for Natalie. She wasn't on her bed, and Dawn knew that she was probably having breakfast now or something. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and discovered that it was six-thirty-four in the morning. She placed her phone back on the nightstand, and went to the bathroom. She quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and tied her messy red hair up in a ponytail. When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror. She tried to smile, even though it hurt. She tried to put on a smile just so that she wouldn't have to deal with people asking her if she was fine - that'll only make her remember the feelings that she'd been trying so hard not to feel and talk about the things she didn't want to talk about.

Dawn got out of the bathroom. She grabbed her phone, and then got out of their hotel room. When she made it to the restaurant of the hotel, she saw Natalie sitting with Randy and Jay at a table near the window. Natalie saw her, and she waved at Dawn to sit with them. Dawn smirked, and nodded. Randy and Jay turned their heads around to see who was Natalie waving to, and when they saw that it was Dawn, Randy went back to eating his breakfast while Jay smiled at her. She saw Jay smile at her, and she smiled back. All of a sudden, she felt happy, as if nothing happened the night before, and it's all because of the way Jay smiled at her.

As she was making her way towards them, Dawn bumped into someone holding a glass of water. The water was spilled all over the person's cobalt blue shirt, and when she looked up to see who it was she bumped into, it was Stu Bennett. Dawn's eyes widened, and she was about to say sorry but he frowned at her.

"Watch where you're going." Stu told Dawn, obviously irritated with what just happened.

Dawn walked passed him as if nothing happened, and silently said, "Jerk."

When she made it to the table, she sat beside Natalie and frowned. Jay and Natalie just saw the whole thing, except Randy who was too busy eating. Just when Dawn thought that her morning was going to be better than last night, it turned out to be worse.

"Just chill out, Dee. Have a hash brown." Natalie told Dawn as she gave the girl her hash brown, and Dawn took it. She took a bite from it, still looking at Stu from the other side of the room, who was trying to dry his wet shirt with a white towel.

"The guy's a fucking bitch, okay?" Dawn said, making Jay and Natalie laugh. Jay found an angry Dawn pretty cute; the way her eyes were narrowed. Jay looked away from her, just so she wouldn't catch him staring at her.

"Don't mind him, Dee." Randy told Dawn before taking a sip from his glass of orange juice. Dawn just nodded at him as she swallowed and took another bite of the hash brown.

Natalie and Randy were talking about God knows what, because Dawn didn't really bother joining them. When she was done eating her hash brown, Dawn found herself staring at Jay, who was halfway through his meal. She smirked. He looked good all the time - even in the morning. Somehow, she felt better by just looking at him, after that little encounter with Stu.

A few seconds later, Jay caught Dawn looking at him, smiling.

He smiled at her. "Hey Dee, what's up?"

Dawn looked down, her cheeks red all of a sudden. "Nothing."

Jay looked down too, feeling warm as he smirked. He wondered - why was Dawn staring at him? She saw how blue her eyes were; her eyes were the brightest shade of blue he'd ever seen, and he loved them. Jay finally felt complete seeing her after wanting to catch even just a glimpse of her last night, while Dawn knew that Jay uplifted her mood.

Suddenly, Jay and Dawn's morning was slightly better.

Author's note: I really don't know if I liked this chapter, what do you think? I wanted to show the relationship Dawn has with Mike, and Stu. Thank you for all of the feedback; long or short, every review is dearly appreciated. Special shout-out to Vital Info for her long review, which I really liked. :D Please review this story; I want to hear what you are thinking and I also want to know what you want to see in the next chapters! :)