A/n hey y'all, lmao. Guess what. I met Dean. AND YES, IM STILL ALIVE. Crazy shit right? You can check out my Twitter (DeanAssbrose) for pics n what not (it's all in my important links tweet pinned to my profile if you care!) anyways, this chapter is just... Honestly, idek enjoy!
Tuesday March 28th - 4:30 pm -
Davenport Iowa - at the dentist
20 days till WrestleMania
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Seth yelled into my ear.
"I told him I wanted to be in the divas match at WrestleMania-"
"And he said???"
"He'd think about it."
Seth just stared at me.
"Have you ever fucked Hunter?"
"Seth!!" I smacked him. "God no. I still dislike him very very much, okay?!"
"I don't know beau" he chuckles. "He's always had a soft spot for you.."
"He literally hated me up until like, now" I roll my eyes.
Seth just shrugged before looking down at his hands.
We sat in a waiting room at the dentist office as Dean was getting his teeth cleaned - he found a coupon and couldn't miss out on it.
"Why are we here if Dean's the only one getting his teeth cleaned?" Seth asked looking back up at me again.
"Because- well I actually don't know, huh."
"What do you wanna do? Do you wanna go... I don't know, find Roman--"
"Wait!" I shout. I gotta keep them apart, right? Might as well distract him.
"Well Jesus what it is?"
"Are we going to meet your family? Ya know, since this is where they live."
"No" Seth shakes his head.
"And why not?!" I cross my arms over my chest.
"Well," Seth sighs. "About a year and a half ago, when the shield was still around, my family met Dean and Roman."
"Oka-- w-what did they do?" I smirk.
"What didn't they do..."
A year and a half ago - Seth's parents house -5:50 pm
Seth.
"Alright," I say to Roman and Dean before knocking on my mom and dads front door. "Not only are my parents home, but my brother, his two kids, wife and my many cousins, aunts and uncles are here too. So please, for the love of God, don't embarrass me."
Dean and Roman remind silent for a little bit before Roman decided to tell me
"You have something in your teeth" Roman says. "It's like, green, I don't know, it's gross as fuck though--"
"That, THAT, don't swear!" I say before I quickly check between my teeth using my front facing camera. "My dad hates when people say shit like, 'fuck' 'bitch' and even 'as--"
"Seth!"
I lock my phone then turn around to face my dad. Eyebrow raised, arms crossed, fuck.
"Hi, dad" I awkwardly laugh. "Uh, so these are--"
"I don't care if you wrestle, what company you work for, what championship you hold, I won't even hesitate to kick your head off if you use those words again on MY property" he warns with a straight face.
