23 |Dean Ambrose|

/26\ (Dylan)

I start doing my stretches in my locker room when the door opens. The three boy i so do NOT want to see walk in.

I roll my eyes and turn around, walking towards my bag to grab some ring gear, a limp visible.

"Dylan, you shouldn't be walking on that!" Dean exclaims, walking towards me. He grabs my hair but i shove him off.

I stare at him. "Fuck off."

He stares at me shocked and i grab my ring gear and leave to go get ready.

About five minutes later, i finish and i check my phone. I start to leave, but my phone rings.

I look at the caller I.D and smile lightly.

I answer it and exit the room. "Hey Jessie."

"Yo little brooks." He replies.

"So, why the hell did you call me? I'm working." I say.

"Well, actually, i just wanted to tell you that i'm in a new band, and we have a major gig coming up. I wanted to see if you would come, you know?"

I smile and i feel pride bubble up in me. Even though I was always younger then him, I always felt like a mother figure. His mom ran off when he was ten with a rich doctor, leaving him, his father, and his three sisters.

"I would love to! I can't make any promises though, because of my new job and stuff." I reply.

"Oh yeah, I understand. I can't believe your an actual wrestler now!"

I smile and blush. I almost all ways blush when he compliments me, because nobody ever did when i was younger, and iI'd be lying if i said I never had a crush on Jessie.

"Yeah, me either. Anyways, gotta go. Love you." I say. He responds with a 'Love you' and I hang up.

I walk out the door and towards the gorilla and start moving my ankle in some stretches.

Then, my music plays.

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