"You make me feel like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on,
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
don't ever look back..."
(Teenage Dream by Katy Perry)
Friday, June 20: WWE Live – Providence, RI; Dunkin' Donuts Center
(Post show)
Paige's POV
Exiting the Divas locker room with bags behind me, Emma follows suit. I get her up to date with everything that has happened between Miz and I, which finds myself wanting to duct tape my mouth shut because of how much information I keep having to mention. The show has just finished in Rhode Island and the crew is hustling to pack up for the next one in New York. I participated in a tag team match with Emma against the Bella twins. Isn't it crazy how matches write their own poetry?
"Wow, promise rings? You guys are getting pretty serious, aren't you?"
A quick glance at my own ring finger, I smile in the memory of just 24 hours ago. My body is dwelling in the wear of how much sleep I didn't get, but my mind is fully awake. Right after we left the beach—which wasn't until past midnight—we had to rush the road trip back to get our stuff ready for an AM flight to Providence. Basically, I took an hour nap on the plane and I've been running on that battery all day.
"It's been serious from the start, Emma. Don't forget the title of "The Miz's mistress" to my name." We stop rolling our bags near the open garage where it extends to the parking lot.
"Hey, but now, you're The Miz's new girlfriend. Congrats, girl! I'm happy for you."
I don't see the congratulatory occasion in it at all, but I give my thanks anyway. The teenage girl in me also spills the gossip with Summer Rae. We're all really good friends, being NXT Divas, so this is a necessary evil to tell.
"Summer up on Miz? She hasn't told me anything of it. No Raya, I'm not surprised, but do you really think anything's gonna happen with them?"
"I know nothing will, Miz isn't that type of guy. I just get this sour vibe whenever she talks to him. It's like, I can tell when she flirts because she doesn't sound like that at all, y'know?" We laugh, realizing how true of a statement that is. Then I also come to the conclusion that Summer is naturally flirtatious. She knows Miz is mine, so I'm positive she'll give me that respect to cease from trying anything. The thought relaxes some tension in my mind.
From behind Emma, I see my man heading towards us. Doesn't matter how little time has passed between us, I always perk up just seeing his cute face. "Hey, girls! You ready to hit the road?"
"Hey, Miz," Emma turns his direction, "three and a half hours of pavement, hell yeah I'm ready. Summer's around here somewhere."
I'd nearly forgotten these two blondes travel together since I now ride along with Miz. A small bubble of guilt emerges just having previously talking behind her back. It gets popped and disappears when he comes over and places a kiss on my temple as a greeting. "Yeah I passed her, she's talking to Layla and Fandango by the Superstar locker rooms."
"It's her turn to drive tonight. Alright thanks Miz, that's where I'm headed," She starts rolling her bag to the said path, "I'll see you guys in New York!" We both wave goodbye as she rolls her bag away.
"You ready, babe?" He asks once we're left to ourselves.
"Let's get out of here," I grab a free hand as he leads the way to his rental car in the dark parking lot. The fans that usually wait for Divas and Superstars to exit the arena have already filed out, which makes it easier for us to be out and about.
"My mom called me tonight. She mentioned that she didn't like seeing you with that Barrett guy," Miz laughs then opens the trunk and we throw our stuff into the back. I'm flattered at his mum speaking about me to him, I'm hopeful in thinking that it means she likes me.
"Yeah? Same here." I make my way to the passenger's side and slide into the coupe interior. He sits down and we shut the car doors simultaneously.
"She also said that we look good together." He smiles that wide smile under the orange dash light, which brings back a familiar memory.
"It's a good thing that we are together. Wouldn't want to disappoint your mum in looking terrible separately." That pushes a small chuckle from him. It's safe to say his humour is rubbing off like glitter.
"I mean, I look pretty hot on my own. You? You could some work." His sense of comedy is still full though.
I laugh and backhand his shoulder, "Dick."
"Anyways, she said she'd love to meet you soon. I told her I'd introduce you the next time I'm in Los Angeles." He sticks the key in the ignition and turns on the car. The first thought that enters my mind is that we're California bound in the near future. Another non-wrestling related trip with him sounds nice.
"When's that?" I ask. The curiosity I've been so keen with strikes again.
"In four days..."
"Wait, so I'm meeting your parents in four days? You told them this already, didn't you?" A part of me isn't surprised at all, the remaining majority is slightly panicked. Meeting your significant other's parents is not something to take lightly. To top it off, this is another first for me. I've never been that kind of girl to bring home to mum.
"Of course. I love being with you, I'm not gonna hide you away from my family like an ashamed idiot."
I smile in that, "Well then, I'm excited to meet them." He drives off and we're on the road in a matter of seconds.
"I'm gonna show you off, whether you like it or not."
To show my gratitude, I pinch his cheek as continues to focus on the road. Relaxing back into the seat, I'm already envisioning how it's all going to unfold. What am I going to wear? What should I say to Mr. and Mrs. Mizanin when I meet them? It's refreshing to have something new to concentrate on.
Saturday, June 21: WWE Live – Uniondale, NY; Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum
(Post show)
Miz's POV
I'm gathering my gear in the locker room while chatting it up with Dolph. The crowd was on fire tonight and I'm glad my match wasn't as stale as others could get at live events. All of the Superstars are entering and exiting the room as the rest of the crew wraps up the equipment.
"Promise rings? What're we, in high school?" Ziggler asks.
Shaking my head in disagreement, I knew he'd say something like that. Sentimentally, Nick's not that type of guy for small gifts. It means something to me, that's what matters. I take a look at the gold band and smile before returning to my things.
"Sometimes it feels like it, you know. All of this drama going around like it's their business, it's stupid."
"It's your fault anyways, Miz." He laughs it off.
"Yeah, but it seems like I'm the only one who isn't paying attention to it. People come up to me like I'm the last person to know when I'm actually the source. What do they want?"
"They want the story, bro. Why you broke it off with Maryse so quickly, and why Paige. It's only been what, 3 weeks? How did you manage to do all of what you did in less than a month?"
The fact that Paige and I have only known each other for a few weeks is strange. Everything that has transpired in those weeks is even stranger. I understand why people find my personal life so fascinating, but the details shouldn't be poked at. Shit happens, that's a life lesson. Most of the time, there's no control over it. Forces of attraction exist and they're either so strong or so weak. Mine towards Paige is something completely unexplainable, like an anomaly. All I know is that whatever possessed me has created a better phase in my life that I don't want to take back.
"The story? Here's the story: I met another girl named Paige, time together on the road and being away from my wife made me love her more, and where did that love come from?I don't know. I really can't put it into words, Nick. That's the headline—the only kind of breaking news I can give them."
"Alright man, no need to be hostile. I get it. That's what they wanna hear, straight from your mouth. Otherwise, your story is all based on the internet's assumption."
"The internet won't get it from me anyways. My relationship is my personal life." Releasing a deep sigh, I zip up the luggage after fitting everything into place.
"Okay, fine. So real talk Miz... how is she in bed?" Nick nudges my arm and has that Ziggler smirk stretched to his ear.
I laugh and shake my head again, "Let's just say that her scream isn't just part of the character." Even though she didn't really scream that night, it's guy talk, so let me off the hook.
He laughs and pats my shoulder. We finish tidying our belongings in the locker room and head out. Going our separate ways, we say goodbye. I won't see him until the next event, which is in Philadelphia. There's my girl waiting for me near a large production truck. Once Paige spots me, her eyes always get this twinkle that I never get tired of seeing. Off to the next town.
Sunday, June 22: WWE Live – Philadelphia, PA; Wells Fargo Center
(1 hour before event starts)
Paige's POV
Miz and I are situated in a large room set up by WWE Magazine. Cameras, several computers, and backdrops are ready for the Superstars and Divas that have to come in and take new studio photographs for future issues. My favorite days are when they come in because that means more photoshoots, which are way too fun.
We're dressed in our wrestling attire. Since returning, Miz has gotten a fresh look with the colors on his gear. The one he has on today is a mix of metallic silver, a shade of yellow-orange that resembles bright fire, outlined with matte black to finish. I must say, it looks really good on him. His "pay-per-view" leather jacket is hanging off the metal chair that I'm currently sitting in.
"You look good, babe," He says. On the other hand, I'm just in my same dark purple gear. The one with the net details on its top. Miz has this way of making me feel special when there's no reason to, it's sweet of him.
I reply, "Thanks, you too. I love these colors on you." He's standing to my right, waiting until they call him in front of the grey backdrop.
Minutes pass before one of the photographers signals him to go. Before he's too far from me, I give his bum a smack. The material on his trunks amplifies the sound louder than I expected. Miz does a quick turn around as I sit laughing too hard for my own good.
"Feisty today, aren't ya?" I catch what he says and continue to giggle. I can tell he's trying to suppress his smile once he stands behind the white light. He shakes his head and points at me, "You owe me one later."
His photoshoot commences and he starts his typical Miz poses. The arrogant smirk makes its appearance more than once and I'm smiling at this sight all the way through. He's such a Superstar.
Once Miz is finished, I grab my title and step to the designated spot. Switching positions, he stands where I was previous and watches as I try various stances with my serious Paige face. The title on each shoulder, on my waist, holding it out, and without the belt. With him right there, I take the initiative to out-do Miz-ter Awesome. Ha, good one.
All of a sudden, Miz the Monkey starts dancing behind the photographer. It's like watching an interpretative dance without any music. Unable to control myself, I burst out in laughter as a picture gets snapped. The entire crew's attention is now on him and they're laughing as well; he hasn't stopped. At one point, it looks like he was trying to twerk. A grown man twerking in metallic orange tights—it's official, my arse is laughed off.
After taking a few moments to collect myself, I calm down when I notice he has too. Out of the corner of my sight, he slides into the grey backdrop right next to me. "Take a few pictures of us. You'll need 'em, trust me," Miz says. An impromptu photoshoot with my man? Too fun.
I lean my elbow against his shoulder as he holds his hands out, signature Miz gesture with his index finger down. Our faces are as smug as smug can ever get. We go for a different pose where I have an arm around his neck, he's holding me close, and it's as if we're yelling into the lens. A goofy one where we're doing an intense face-off with the Divas Championship behind our faces. Another where I have the title on a shoulder and my other arm is pushing Miz's head away.
"Okay, last one!" Miz squats down in front, "Get on, babe." I follow his order and jump on his back. His skin is slippery because of the baby oil he had to apply earlier. I feel his hands support my legs around the thighs. Our facial expressions can best be described as the happy, wide-smiled emoji. The camera clicks for a picture.
"Wait, I have one too!" I yell before they turn the camera away. Miz sets me down and stands still for me to act.
"Get close," This direction is for both him and the photographer. I cup Miz's jaw with a hand and turn his head towards mine. I go in for a kiss. When he realizes what I'm doing, he relaxes and latches on. I hear the camera take a few photos. We slowly part lips and bump foreheads. His big blue eyes are smiling, my heart is melting. More clicks, this wasn't supposed to be another picture but they get captured anyway.
Back to reality, we let go before the energy in the room turns awkward. Filled with jumping impatience, I rush to the connecting computer to get a sneak peek of the studios. Miz follows. The wide screen displays both of us at our best—when we're together. We laugh at our ridiculous selves as I take the pleasure to scroll through each one until I reach the last few that I really want to see. The one where he's carrying me on his back appears and I vocalize an instant Awwww!
Next, the shot of us smooching on camera gets an Awwww! from him. At the moment, my grin is permanently glued across the cheeks. It's actually getting sore. Then, the very last photo where we were candidly gazing into each others' eyes gets an Awwww! from him and I at the same time. These are the cutest pictures I've ever seen in my life.
"These are the cutest pictures I've ever seen in my life." One of the female crew members echoes the thought in my head as she pops her head behind us to see. These sore cheeks get heated.
"I want these sent to me ASAP." Miz says to the WWE Magazine crew. They assure us that they'll get them developed and delivered just in time before the Money in the Bank pay-per-view. I grab my phone sitting on a table and snap the screen. I also check the clock.
Oh, shit. I tell Miz that the event is ten minutes from bell time. With that, we say our thank you's to each member WWE Magazine that visited us today. He grabs his jacket and I snatch my title. On our way out the door, I feel—and hear—one giant smack on my bum. It hurt enough where I have to grab onto the spot to check if it was okay. Miz passes me and whispers into my ear, "Now we're even!" He starts jogging away to the backstage area. Like a child, he's coaxing me for a chase. I sprint towards his body and he turns to run faster. I'm filled with joy and adrenaline trying to catch him around the corner. Oh the games we play.
Ooh yeah super long chapter ;) D'aww cute stuff too! Please please review! :)