Not What You'd Call Normal

Zack sighed as he walked into the hotel.
He was sick if being portrayed as nothing but stupid and as Edge and most of America would say, "a tool." He drug a hand through his perfectly gelled hair as he hit the elevator button for the fourth floor.
The doors opened and he froze when he saw who was inside.

Mike 'The Miz' Mizanin was riding the elevator to his room on the fourth floor. He was not the WWE champion and he was forced to endure interviews countless signing, had to be at the gym every morning been to something with MTV everyday, it was hectice and he was irritated, so when the elevator doors open and he saw the useless tool of the WWE he twitched and rolled his eyes at the Long Island Iced Z

Of course Zack would never admit it, he had a small sort of crush on the demon of desire. But he could get through a two minute elevator ride... right?
He nervously stepped into the elevator.

Mike pointedly turned his nose up and looked the other way. These two minutes would be hell having to stand near this wanna be.

Zack's lips turned down slightly in a small frown.
"So, uh, congrats, man. On the belt." God, he sounded stupid.

Mike let out an irritated sigh as he turned his head to the other man, a look of apathy on his face.
"Yeah, thanks." His reply was short and snappy. Was this loser really talking to him?

Zack's brow furrowed.
Hadn't he been being nice? Did he do something to Mike that made him not like him?

Mike growled as the light above them flickered, this was the longest tow minutes of he fucking life. His foot tapped impatiently, he was ready to get away from this idiot.

Zack curiously looked up at the lights as they flickered.
Seconds later, there was an abrupt drop, which caused Zack's stomach to flip. He would have let out a girlish squeal if Mike wasn't right beside him.
Then the elevator stopped altogether.

"Son of a bitch!" Mike cursed loudly as the elevator stopped. He let out a loud growl as he stepped to the control box and pressed the button that supposedly informed people they were stuck.
There was not way in hell he was stranded on an elevator with Mr.Boo Boo Boo.

Zack groaned. Just great. He was stuck in the elevator with a man who apparently hated him.

They said it would take up to five hours for them to get the elevator to work. Mike took a deep breath and sat down.
If Ryder started singing he would kill him.

Lucky for Zack, the elevator was playing music. One of his favorite songs came on, Party in the USA. Zack slid down the wall and sat on the ground. He began tapping his foot as his own personal remake played in his head.
"Hopped off the plane at LGA
With a dream and a really good tan..."

Mike snapped his head over to him.
"Shut up!" He snapped, in a highly pissed off tone.

Zack was a very hard person to make shut up. Especially when Miley Cyrus was involved.
"This is the land of hot guidettes..
i got them all sweatin..." He sang, slightly softer this time.

"Ryder did you not fucking hear me when I told you to shut the hell up?"
He was not making a happy face.

"I heard ya, bra." Zack said and continued singing.
"Jumped in the cab, here I am for a fun time,
Look to my right and I see the Joan Beach sign."

Mike moved and grabbed Zack by the collar of his shirt.
"Shut.The.Fuck.Up."

Zack swallowed, waiting for Mike to put him down.
"Chill, don't have a cow, bra."

"If you would have done as I asked I would have had to touch your stank ass." Mike let him go.

"This is all so crazy.
Everybody knows I'm famous." Zack murmured the next lines as he sat back down.

"One more time and imma knock the shit outta you loud mouth loser." Mike warned.

Zack's brow furrowed.
"My tummy's ripped and my hair is lookin pretty sick.
One legged pants and I'm shirtless.
Told everything I know from the radio
And the Zack Ryder song was on,
And the Zack Ryder song was on,
And the Zack Ryder song was on!"

Mike slapped him hard across the face.
"Damnit! Did you think I was kidding?"

Zack looked up at him and stood. He shoved him.
"Bra, I gotta sing like you gotta breath."