OK, so I decided to continue this. Yay. This chapter is a bit short...but you have NO idea how hard it is writing Miz as the victim here. Miz is never this way when I write him, but for the purpose of this fic he had to be (does that make sense?) Anyway, I hope he's not too OOC.

After what John had told him, Phil was ready to walk away. He didn't want to risk putting himself in danger of falling for someone who was just trying to get into his pants. He'd been there before and it fucking hurt. But he saw something in the eyes of the young brunette – something that made him think that, despite what he'd said, Johnny did regret what he'd done in the past. However, he wondered whether his feelings for John were clouding his judgement.

He knew what he needed to do.

'Hey Mike…Mike!'

The man known to the wrestling world as The Miz spun around to face Phil, glaring as snapped

'What? Why the hell are you stalking me around the arena Punk? Get the hint – I don't like you and I don't wanna talk to you.'

Phil crossed his arms and smirked at the younger man. 'Look Mizzy, I'm not overly fond of you either, don't worry, I just need to ask you something…about Johnny.'

Miz snorted and continued walking. He had only taken a few steps however before Punk caught up with him and shoved him into an empty room, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed.

'Don't take a bitch fit with me kid – it won't get you anywhere. What's your problem? I only want to ask you –'

'What?' the younger man shouted. 'What do you want to know Phillip? You wanna know how that stupid little whore ruined my life? Ruined the only relationship I've ever wanted? Is that what you want to hear?'

Punk raised an eyebrow at the sudden outburst before replying. 'First you ever, and I mean ever, call me Phillip again and I'll hurt you so bad you'll wish you'd stayed on The Real World. Secondly,' Phil's tone softened at the look on Miz's face 'sorry, but don't you think you're being a bit harsh? I mean John didn't force you to sleep with him right? You can't put all the blame on him.'

'Bullshit!' Mike snapped. 'Look Punk, Johnny and I were friends. Good friends. When Chris left WWE it was really hard to be here on my own – I'm not the most popular guy around here you know.' Mike smiled softly as Phil nodded in agreement. 'I know. But John was practically the only person I had. We spent all our time together and all I ever talked about was how much I missed Chris. Then one night, we'd been out, I'd had a bit too much to drink and when he started to kiss me I just couldn't help it. I was lonely. I know, it's not much of an excuse, but I really didn't know what I was doing.

So yeah, you're right, John didn't force me to sleep with him, but he took advantage of me when I was vulnerable. What we did would never have happened if I hadn't been drinking. I would never do that to Chris.'

Phil moved to hug the younger man but Mike shoved him away with a harsh laugh. 'Oh God please – no sympathy. You said it, I said it – we don't like each other. You got what you wanted; now do me a favour and go so I can get back to trying to forgive myself for what I did to the only person I've actually ever loved.'

Phil sighed as Mike turned his back. The shaking of his shoulders gave away what he was trying to hide and Phil left the room – leaving the brunette crying quietly.

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