The Shield Preferences || WWE

#22: You Were A Dare

[question for readers: what color is your hair?

my answer: originally black, but over the summer it gets brown, but I dyed it an orangish brown]

Part One

A Few Years Ago.

His P.O.V.

[Roman]: I got sick to my stomach when they told me the dare.

"Why me?" I asked.

There's nothing wrong with Y/N, it's just that I don't like her like that. She's not really my type.

"It's a dare. Just do it!" Seth snickered.

"Ugh, fine," I groaned.

"This is gonna be gold," Dean smirked.

I got up and left the locker room, on my way to find Y/N.

[Dean]: "I don't really like her like that," I shook my head.

"It's not real. It's just a dare," Roman shrugged.

"But she might really like me. I'm not gonna risk our friendship," I declined the dare.

"If you don't do it, you have to be my bitch for three months," Seth told me.

"Yeah, no thanks," I said.

I got up and went to call Y/N.

[Seth]: "No way! That's gross!" I fake barfed.

"What's wrong with Y/N?" Dean asked.

"She's just her."

Roman chuckled and shook his head, "you're a pussy willow."

"Am not," I argued.

"Then ask her out," Dean eyed me.

"Fine," I pulled my phone out, "but only real pussy willow's know what pussy willows are."