You.. Me... and...
Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:23 pm
OOC: This one picks right up where the last one left off. Hope you guys enjoy.
Layla looked up the stairs once more. She was conflicted as to whether or not she would look at it. She never had a reason not to trust Mike, as he had been nothing but sweet to her from day 1. He had seemed off lately, and this was something that she'd noticed and recognized, but in this moment she found herself wondering if this was enough to invade his privacy... the long and the short of it... yes it was. Layla grabbed Mike's phone quickly and typed in his pass code. She'd watched him do it one day without him knowing, it was clear that after past relationships, Lay wanted to know it just in case.. just in case was here. She scrolled through the messages and in the phone saw a number that wasn't identified as a contact. She opened the messages and looked troubled at what she saw. The camera zoomed in and in Green (sent from Mike) it read, "Ok I'll see you in a few" in white (from the textee) it read "Ok I can't wait to see you xoxo" Layla scrolled up and saw another message in Green at the top of the screen that read. "I can probably make it over there for a bit this afternoon, but can't stay too late." The response in white read "Ok :( I guess we'll have to make do
" Layla scrolled up some more, but there were no more texts. Layla looked at the stairs once more, and decided to call. The phone rang, and after 2 rings.
Female Voice: Heyyy you!
Layla El: Who's this?
There was silence
Female Voice: Who's this? You called me.
Layla El: Bitch you know who this is. Who are you?
Two beeps were heard and the call was ended. Layla was fuming, as Mike was now on the stairs his hair was wet, and his gray t-shirt had wet spots on it, that indicated he had not dried off completely. He had on black basketball shorts and no socks.
Mike Mizanin: Who was that?
Layla El: Why don't you tell me!
She through his phone at him, miraculously he caught it in mid air.
Mike Mizanin: Hey be careful, this is a fucking expensive phone. Are you crazy? What's wrong?
Layla El: I don't give a shit about the phone!
Mike quickly looked down at the call log, and saw the number that was just dialed. He looked up at Layla who now had tears streaming down her cheek.
Mike Mizanin: You don't think..
Layla El: She wouldn't even tell me who it was Mike! What is she hiding huh? What are you hiding?!
Mike Mizanin: Why are you going through my phone? Do you not trust me?
Layla wiped some tears, she was still speaking loudly with a lot of ferocity.
Layla El: Should I? Why in bloody hell should I? The text said you were over there today, and you told me you were at the gym! Then you didn't say I love you, and you gave me that cracking excuse about how you thought you did. You lied to me. Who is she?
Mike Mizanin: She's nobody.
Mike threw a red Cleveland Indians hat on and a pair of Jordan flip flops. He started towards the door.
Layla El: Where the hell are you going?
Mike Mizanin: I can't deal with this shit. So much drama, I'm not in high school.
Layla El: Then why can't you just tell me who the fuck she is!?
Mike Mizanin: She's a friend Lay! Nothing fucking happened, I lied to you because I knew you'd freak out like this if you found out that her and I hang out from time to time.
Layla El: Why would I freak out, if you were just honest with me then I wouldn't assume the worst.
Mike Mizanin: Because you know her..and you don't like her.. I kept it from you.. for your benefit.
Mike walked out of the door and slammed it behind him. Layla went to respond but didn't get the words out in time. Her anger had seemed to subside some, but mostly she was just confused. It had seemed like an open and shut case, until Mike started to argue back at her, now she didn't know what to think. She didn't know Mike to be a liar, and he seemed to be telling the truth at least in part to her just now. She started to think she was wrong until Mike's phone rang. She looked towards the door, and Mike's car was heard speeding out of the driveway. He had left his phone. Layla unlocked it, the number calling was the same one Layla had dialed earlier. Layla answered and talked in her best low guy voice.
Layla El: Hello?
Female Voice: Hey, Mike?
Layla El: Yeah.
Female Voice: Oh thank god. I think Layla just called me freaking out from your phone. Have you seen her?
Layla El: No, she left.
Female Voice: Ohhh interesting, for long or?
Layla El: Yeah for the night.
Female Voice: Well in that case.. not to be cheesy, but your place or mine?
Tears began to stream down Layla'a face again. She managed to get the next word out.
Layla El: Mine.
Female Voice: Alright babe, I'll be there in an hour! Byeee.
Layla hung up the phone. She then huzzed it off the wall, causing a huge bang, and putting a dent in the wall. She poured herself a glass of wine and waited. The scene faded out.
The scene faded back in, and Layla was still in her seat. The bottle of wine that had been full was now 3/4ths gone. Layla was barely blinking as she saw the lights of a car pull into the driveway. She stood up from her chair. As the car door shut. There was a knock on the front door. Layla lowered her voice again.
Layla El: It's open.
The door opened, and a voice was heard, but not seen as the camera was still focused on Layla.
Female Voice: Helloooo?
The girl walked into the scene, and Layla chuckled to herself almost in a sadistic manner.
Layla El: You've got to be fucking kidding me.
The girl.. was Mickie James. She was dressed very nicely in short denim shorts and a sleeveless white top. She had a bottle of wine in her hands. She looked surprised to see Layla and not Mike.
Mickie James: Uhh Layla hey girl!
Layla El: Don't hey girl me! What the fuck, Mickie?
Mickie James: It's not what it looks like, I swear.
Layla El: Then what's it like Mickie, I'm just dying to know.
Layla started moving towards Mickie, who began to back pedal towards the door.
Mickie James: Mike and I are friends, I just got signed by the EBWF and we've hung out a couple of times, he basically was just showing me the ropes, being the nice guy that we both know he is!
Layla El: Oh I bet he showed you more than that, and that he was VERY nice.
Mickie stopped back pedaling which kind of surprised Layla who stopped moving toward her. The two were almost at the front door.
Mickie James: Let's not this huh doll? A little pathetic the whole jealous girlfriend thing, don't you think?
Layla El: You bitch!
Layla who was 3/4ths a bottle of wine deep, really wasn't in the mood to reason with anyone. She grabbed Mickies hair, and the two wrestled to the ground. Layla was bitch slapping the shit out of Mickie, and Mickie was covering up her face as best she could. About 2 minutes into the cat fight. The front door opened again, it was Mike. He pulled the two girls apart. Layla was furious and was still kicking for Mickie as she was being pulled apart from her by Mike.
Mike Mizanin: Cut it out! Mickie.. what.. the fuck... are you doing here?
Mickie had scratches and red marks on her previously made up face. Her hair was mangled, and she quickly tried to fix it while she answered.
Mickie James: She tricked me! She pretended to be you on the phone. I told her we were just friends, and that we wer..
Layla El: Oh shut the fuck up, you whore, I'm not a bloody moron. I know what you're doing here, you brought a bottle of wine, you dressed like a little hussy. The texts, the phone call, It doesn't take a rocket scientist to..
Mike Mizanin: Lay, I told you, it's not like that!
Mickie James: And even if it was, can you really blame the guy? Look at yourself, you're fucking insane, bitch.
Mike looked at Mickie, like "why the hell would you say that?" Layla broke away from Mike's grasp and tackled Mickie again, she got 2-3 good shots in before Mike pulled her off again.
Mike Mizanin: LAY stop it Jesus Christ!
Layla El: Get the fuck out of here!
Mike Mizanin: It's my house!
Layla El: Fine then I'll leave, and leave you and your little slut alone!
Mike Mizanin: Lay!
Layla El: No.. maybe I am a moron, for ever thinking I could trust you or any other man. You're all bloody scum.
Mickie James: Maybe you're the problem, Taylor Swift.
Mike Mizanin: Mickie shut the fuck up.
Layla glared at Mickie, and then at Mike.
Layla El: Don't you dare stick up for me, and act like you're on my side.
Mike Mizanin: B..
Layla El: I'm done with you.
Mike Mizanin: Lay!
Layla picked up her car keys off the counter and shoulder bumped Mickie on her way by. A few moments later the car had sped off. Mike looked at Mickie, who fixed her hair.
Mickie James: Alone at last!
She went to embrace Mike, Mike put his hands up, stopping her advances.
Mike Mizanin: I think you should go.
Mickie James: But Mike I swear I didn..
Mike Mizanin: Now, Mickie, I'm serious, go.
She nodded looking very upset. She picked up her bottle of wine and slowly left the house. Mike sat down in the seat once occupied by Layla and put his elbows on his knees, and his hands to his head. As the scene faded to black.
Layla looked up the stairs once more. She was conflicted as to whether or not she would look at it. She never had a reason not to trust Mike, as he had been nothing but sweet to her from day 1. He had seemed off lately, and this was something that she'd noticed and recognized, but in this moment she found herself wondering if this was enough to invade his privacy... the long and the short of it... yes it was. Layla grabbed Mike's phone quickly and typed in his pass code. She'd watched him do it one day without him knowing, it was clear that after past relationships, Lay wanted to know it just in case.. just in case was here. She scrolled through the messages and in the phone saw a number that wasn't identified as a contact. She opened the messages and looked troubled at what she saw. The camera zoomed in and in Green (sent from Mike) it read, "Ok I'll see you in a few" in white (from the textee) it read "Ok I can't wait to see you xoxo" Layla scrolled up and saw another message in Green at the top of the screen that read. "I can probably make it over there for a bit this afternoon, but can't stay too late." The response in white read "Ok :( I guess we'll have to make do
" Layla scrolled up some more, but there were no more texts. Layla looked at the stairs once more, and decided to call. The phone rang, and after 2 rings.Female Voice: Heyyy you!
Layla El: Who's this?
There was silence
Female Voice: Who's this? You called me.
Layla El: Bitch you know who this is. Who are you?
Two beeps were heard and the call was ended. Layla was fuming, as Mike was now on the stairs his hair was wet, and his gray t-shirt had wet spots on it, that indicated he had not dried off completely. He had on black basketball shorts and no socks.
Mike Mizanin: Who was that?
Layla El: Why don't you tell me!
She through his phone at him, miraculously he caught it in mid air.
Mike Mizanin: Hey be careful, this is a fucking expensive phone. Are you crazy? What's wrong?
Layla El: I don't give a shit about the phone!
Mike quickly looked down at the call log, and saw the number that was just dialed. He looked up at Layla who now had tears streaming down her cheek.
Mike Mizanin: You don't think..
Layla El: She wouldn't even tell me who it was Mike! What is she hiding huh? What are you hiding?!
Mike Mizanin: Why are you going through my phone? Do you not trust me?
Layla wiped some tears, she was still speaking loudly with a lot of ferocity.
Layla El: Should I? Why in bloody hell should I? The text said you were over there today, and you told me you were at the gym! Then you didn't say I love you, and you gave me that cracking excuse about how you thought you did. You lied to me. Who is she?
Mike Mizanin: She's nobody.
Mike threw a red Cleveland Indians hat on and a pair of Jordan flip flops. He started towards the door.
Layla El: Where the hell are you going?
Mike Mizanin: I can't deal with this shit. So much drama, I'm not in high school.
Layla El: Then why can't you just tell me who the fuck she is!?
Mike Mizanin: She's a friend Lay! Nothing fucking happened, I lied to you because I knew you'd freak out like this if you found out that her and I hang out from time to time.
Layla El: Why would I freak out, if you were just honest with me then I wouldn't assume the worst.
Mike Mizanin: Because you know her..and you don't like her.. I kept it from you.. for your benefit.
Mike walked out of the door and slammed it behind him. Layla went to respond but didn't get the words out in time. Her anger had seemed to subside some, but mostly she was just confused. It had seemed like an open and shut case, until Mike started to argue back at her, now she didn't know what to think. She didn't know Mike to be a liar, and he seemed to be telling the truth at least in part to her just now. She started to think she was wrong until Mike's phone rang. She looked towards the door, and Mike's car was heard speeding out of the driveway. He had left his phone. Layla unlocked it, the number calling was the same one Layla had dialed earlier. Layla answered and talked in her best low guy voice.
Layla El: Hello?
Female Voice: Hey, Mike?
Layla El: Yeah.
Female Voice: Oh thank god. I think Layla just called me freaking out from your phone. Have you seen her?
Layla El: No, she left.
Female Voice: Ohhh interesting, for long or?
Layla El: Yeah for the night.
Female Voice: Well in that case.. not to be cheesy, but your place or mine?
Tears began to stream down Layla'a face again. She managed to get the next word out.
Layla El: Mine.
Female Voice: Alright babe, I'll be there in an hour! Byeee.
Layla hung up the phone. She then huzzed it off the wall, causing a huge bang, and putting a dent in the wall. She poured herself a glass of wine and waited. The scene faded out.
The scene faded back in, and Layla was still in her seat. The bottle of wine that had been full was now 3/4ths gone. Layla was barely blinking as she saw the lights of a car pull into the driveway. She stood up from her chair. As the car door shut. There was a knock on the front door. Layla lowered her voice again.
Layla El: It's open.
The door opened, and a voice was heard, but not seen as the camera was still focused on Layla.
Female Voice: Helloooo?
The girl walked into the scene, and Layla chuckled to herself almost in a sadistic manner.
Layla El: You've got to be fucking kidding me.
The girl.. was Mickie James. She was dressed very nicely in short denim shorts and a sleeveless white top. She had a bottle of wine in her hands. She looked surprised to see Layla and not Mike.
Mickie James: Uhh Layla hey girl!
Layla El: Don't hey girl me! What the fuck, Mickie?
Mickie James: It's not what it looks like, I swear.
Layla El: Then what's it like Mickie, I'm just dying to know.
Layla started moving towards Mickie, who began to back pedal towards the door.
Mickie James: Mike and I are friends, I just got signed by the EBWF and we've hung out a couple of times, he basically was just showing me the ropes, being the nice guy that we both know he is!
Layla El: Oh I bet he showed you more than that, and that he was VERY nice.
Mickie stopped back pedaling which kind of surprised Layla who stopped moving toward her. The two were almost at the front door.
Mickie James: Let's not this huh doll? A little pathetic the whole jealous girlfriend thing, don't you think?
Layla El: You bitch!
Layla who was 3/4ths a bottle of wine deep, really wasn't in the mood to reason with anyone. She grabbed Mickies hair, and the two wrestled to the ground. Layla was bitch slapping the shit out of Mickie, and Mickie was covering up her face as best she could. About 2 minutes into the cat fight. The front door opened again, it was Mike. He pulled the two girls apart. Layla was furious and was still kicking for Mickie as she was being pulled apart from her by Mike.
Mike Mizanin: Cut it out! Mickie.. what.. the fuck... are you doing here?
Mickie had scratches and red marks on her previously made up face. Her hair was mangled, and she quickly tried to fix it while she answered.
Mickie James: She tricked me! She pretended to be you on the phone. I told her we were just friends, and that we wer..
Layla El: Oh shut the fuck up, you whore, I'm not a bloody moron. I know what you're doing here, you brought a bottle of wine, you dressed like a little hussy. The texts, the phone call, It doesn't take a rocket scientist to..
Mike Mizanin: Lay, I told you, it's not like that!
Mickie James: And even if it was, can you really blame the guy? Look at yourself, you're fucking insane, bitch.
Mike looked at Mickie, like "why the hell would you say that?" Layla broke away from Mike's grasp and tackled Mickie again, she got 2-3 good shots in before Mike pulled her off again.
Mike Mizanin: LAY stop it Jesus Christ!
Layla El: Get the fuck out of here!
Mike Mizanin: It's my house!
Layla El: Fine then I'll leave, and leave you and your little slut alone!
Mike Mizanin: Lay!
Layla El: No.. maybe I am a moron, for ever thinking I could trust you or any other man. You're all bloody scum.
Mickie James: Maybe you're the problem, Taylor Swift.
Mike Mizanin: Mickie shut the fuck up.
Layla glared at Mickie, and then at Mike.
Layla El: Don't you dare stick up for me, and act like you're on my side.
Mike Mizanin: B..
Layla El: I'm done with you.
Mike Mizanin: Lay!
Layla picked up her car keys off the counter and shoulder bumped Mickie on her way by. A few moments later the car had sped off. Mike looked at Mickie, who fixed her hair.
Mickie James: Alone at last!
She went to embrace Mike, Mike put his hands up, stopping her advances.
Mike Mizanin: I think you should go.
Mickie James: But Mike I swear I didn..
Mike Mizanin: Now, Mickie, I'm serious, go.
She nodded looking very upset. She picked up her bottle of wine and slowly left the house. Mike sat down in the seat once occupied by Layla and put his elbows on his knees, and his hands to his head. As the scene faded to black.