A/N: Wow, I haven't updated this since 31st December 2007. That's a long gap for me to update this :P.

Thank you to xAttitudex, socalledsara, Amber, Misshardy4eva, cassymae, mwentzcena and 3n.x for the reviews.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Sammy since she wanted me to update this story badly lol. Hope you like it girly :)

Chapter 8 – A Night With You


"I can't believe you. I can't believe that you did this to me, Mickie. I thought you love me."

"I do, Dave."

Batista shook his head. "No you don't. If you really do love me like you said…" he trailed off for two seconds before lifting up an empty pizza box. "then you would have left me a slice."

He had just discovered that the remaining two slices of pizza from last night were gone. He assumed that he would grab a slice this morning, only to find that there was none.

A playful smirk flashed on the brunette woman's face. "Well I can't eat just one alone so I have to have two."

"So what am I suppose to eat?"

"There's something called room service, baby." Mickie laughed.

"You're impossible," said Batista with a roll of the eyes.

"Oh come on, you know you need to have plenty of energy before you go and train," said Mickie. "So that wouldn't be enough for you."

"Hmm," he chuckled. "you have a good point there, Miss James."

"Of course," Mickie teased. "Now go and call them. I want pancakes."

Batista looked at her in disbelief. "You just had two slices of pizza."

"So?" Mickie placed her hands firmly on her waist. "You should know by now that I eat a lot for my size."

"And I'm still amazed that you look the same." Batista cackled with laughter. This was a big mistake and a slap on the shoulder told him this. "Ouch!" he exclaimed.

"I have a fast metabolism, you know?" Mickie shot a death glare at him.

"Alright, alright. I believe you." He said and chortled. "Would you like some juice or something hot?"

"I'd like a hot cocoa, thanks. I'm going out for a bit and get some fresh air."

"Don't be long or I'll eat your pancakes."

"You better not." Mickie laughed. "See you in a bit," she said before she kissed him and left.

Ambling down the hall, she was determined to not let anything ruin her day. Today she was going to train with Torrie and Candice, then head off to a shopping spree with them later. The plan sounded really good in her mind. Perfect even.

But she didn't think that she would meet someone she knew, let alone meet at this moment. But just as she rounded the corner, that's what exactly happened. And she froze in her tracks.

She held her breath the minute she saw a familiar tanned figure capturing her attention. The man seemed too busy with his cell phone to notice her presence, though.

He was laughing about something he heard from the other line. "I'm not sure if I would like that. Well you see I'm more into action and horror…"

Mickie frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Her brown eyes never left the tall figure.

"…I suppose we can negotiate," he continued on saying on the phone. There was a pause and then a chuckle came forth. "Alright, fine. I'm cool with that. Yeah. Yes I would."

For some reason, Mickie's frown faded from her face. Maybe it was because curiosity was getting the best of her.

Or perhaps it was the mere fact that his deep husky voice was turning soft in volume before he hung up.

"Yes you will," he said softly. "I'll talk to you later."

The phone disappeared from his ear. Finally, she was about to make her presence known. "Randy."

The self proclaimed Legend Killer turned around in response. He seemed a bit surprised to see her. "Good Morning."

"I see that you're up."

"Uh huh. Just about to go out for breakfast."

"I see."

"I've gotta go now," he said. "Bye."

He walked away but Mickie wasn't done with him just yet. "Hold it right there."

Randy paused in his tracks and looked back. "Yes?"

"I saw you talking on the phone. Who is it?" Mickie queried.

He scoffed at such audacity taking place. "That would be none of your business."

"Well since you're going out with my best friend, then I think that it is my business. Don't you think?"

His eyes narrowed at the short brunette. "And what makes you think you have the right to do what's going on between Candice and me?"

Mickie emitted a bitter laugh. "Hmm, let's see." She tapped a finger on her chin and pretended to go into deep thought. "Well ever since you came back to Raw, you've been making my life a living hell. You've been behind my back, telling that you love me so much and that you wanted things to be back to the way they were. And then out of the blue, you have a sudden interest to get into someone else's pants?"

"What the hell are you…"

"And worse yet," she cut him off before he could continue. "she happens to be someone that I'm very close to. Is this some sort of sick plan to get me pissed off?"

Randy laughed. "Now this is great."

"What?" Mickie was confused.

"You're jealous." He smirked confidently.

She gasped as if accused of a crime. "I'm not!"

"If you say so. But I'm all over you now so you can't stop worry."

"That's it? You're over me?" She tilted her head sideway to study him. "Just like that?"

"That's what you wanted in the first place, isn't it? I give you what you want. So we can all be happy."

She shook her head, refusing to believe what she was hearing. "I can't believe you."

"How so? Who was the one who told me that I should move on? Who was the one who told me that there's no chance for the both of us?"

There was silence. Blue eyes meet the brown ones in an intense battle of staring at the other.

"I will not let you hurt her," she told firmly.

"Don't worry. I won't." Randy turned away, only to look back a moment later. "Oh by the way, that was Candice I was talking to on the phone earlier. We're going to watch movies tonight."

Then he left her to glare after her.


Later that night, sounds from the television filled Randy's room as they sat comfortably on the carpet, watching a DVD rental.

"You want another soda or you're good?" Randy asked, turning to her.

"I think I'm good." Candice giggled.

"Alright." He smiled and turned back to the screen. His eyes adverted from the movie briefly when she rested her head on his shoulder. By instinct, he snaked an arm around her.

Moments later, the credits scrolled upward on the screen, bringing the movie to an end.

"So, did you like it?"

Randy had a feeling she was smirking as she asked this. He chuckled. "Surprisingly, I do."

"See? That wasn't so bad to watch one chick flick, right?"

"Right. Are you done torturing me?"

Candice giggled and lifted her head to look at him properly. "Well…we still have one more movie to watch. I think you'll like it just as much you enjoyed Ever After."

"Oh I don't think so," said Randy. He stood up and searched for the plastic bag on the dressing table. "It's time for a bit of horror now so…"

Just as he pulled it out from the bag was the minute it vanished from his hand as quick as lightning. He quickly turned to the source where the new hand came to take it.

"Ha ha." Candice stuck out her tongue. "If you want it, you have to come and get it.

Randy couldn't help but to chuckle at her playfulness. Though she may look like a six year old kid, in his eyes she looked cute being mischievous. "Don't make things hard for you now."

"Give it," he told, stretching his hand out. "…or else."

Her lips formed a confident smirk. "Make me."

Randy's smirk matched hers. "Oh I will."

Suddenly Candice was attacked by his hands tickling her. "NO!" she screamed in the midst of her uncontrollable laughter. "Randy, stop…"

"Make me," he echoed her previous words.

The candy coated diva was helpless and tried to escape somehow. But she didn't watch where she was going as her legs bumped against his bed and fell into it.

"Okay, okay! You win!" she said almost breathlessly but laughter was still coming forth. "STOP!"

Randy found amusement in this task and laughed along with her. The laughter evaporated once the tickling stopped and was replaced with silence. His body was on top of hers without intention, yet neither of them felt awkward about it.

Candice smiled and then spoke his name softly, "Randy."

He smiled in response to this and then his face quickly turned into a serious one.

And that was when he leaned down and capturing his lips in hers.


A/N: My apologies to those who read the story before. I really thought that I was gonna give up on this story. But I decide to give it another chance.

And to make it up to you, I have plans for this story so please stick around :D