I Don't Know You Yet {Amblynch}

7 >Who Are You?<

Tuesday

Becky Lynch /Dean Ambrose
Months had passed by, there was no longer a white blanket of snow that covered the cities. It was now the month May. Becky had grown ecstatic over the fact she was just afew weeks away from the end of university.

The dreams however, did not end. Every single night, of every month both had repeated that dream. It had gotten to the point where they didn't give a damn anymore. Though it still bothered them of why this was happening.

It was the same every night. Waking up right before the person in their dream turned around.

Becky had stopped telling her friends about it, for the first month she told them day after day about it. Now she just kept quiet, knowing that telling them isn't going to help the situation in any way.

Same goes for dean. He'd tell roman and his other friends about it sometimes but that was very rare.

Becky Lynch
A sigh escaped her lips as she took in the last bit of sun. She was just grateful that the cold winter had passed and it was now a lot warmer.

She continued walking down the street, she had just finished working at the wrestling school and she was heading back home.

She reached her house and walked, whispering how she was going to move out after university. Her father was surprisingly home, he sat in his home work office, fiddling around on his computer.

"hello Father" she said respectfully, he didn't hear, he was more focused on his work. She could see sweat balls on his forehead telling her he was exhausted. She frowned. Her father was a good man, yes he was busy and barely had time for her, but he was more present in her life than her mother was.

She walked over to the kitchen boiling some water and made her father black coffee, which was his favorite. She then again hated it. She liked milk in her coffee.

After adding some sugar, she walked to his office and knocked before entering. "good evening father" she smiled and walked in. "oh Rebecca, I didn't hear you come in" he smiled at his daughter as she placed the cup on the table by him, "thank you darling, that's very thoughtful of you, how was your day?" her father lifted his glasses and wiped away the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.

"it was alright father, I'm guessing your day has been busy "she gestured to the stack of paperwork. He probably stayed at home today to get work done she thought silently. "nothing new" he laughed and put his glasses back on.

Dean Ambrose
Renee had been bothering him alot recently. She still was trying to pressure him into doing it. He had made excuses every time.

Dean couldn't believe that he had a crush on her in the 6th grade. He was so happy he had gotten over it. He did feel bad about the fact he didn't like her back and was just dating her because she wouldn't stop pestering him.

Him and his friend Paige and roman were currently at the wrestling school dean worked at.

"huh! I got you " Paige cheered as she pinned him 3 seconds," your making this far to easy... Somethings up... ". "it's that dream isn't it?" Roman asked leaning on the ropes of the ring. "it's partly that, but it's Renee" dean sighed and sat up on the mat. "Renee?" Paige asked and walked to get the three bottles of water from a bench and tossed them each one.

"yea, she's still pressuring me about... You know what situation " he chugged down afew sips of water. "but Renee wouldn't do that she's one of my best fr-" Paige started but Roman interrupted.

"you know she despises you?" he too had a drink of water. "what? No" she scoffed. "it is true... Haven't you heard her gossip about you"  Dean stood up and grabbed a towel he brought with and dried the sweat off his body. "really?" Paige questioned. They nodded. Paige's eyes flickered deadly. "that little bitch" She clenched her jaw.

"woah calm down there sparky" Roman said, holding his hands up, a bit afraid of her mood change. "if you don't break up with her, I'll do it for you" Paige got out of the ring and shot dean a glare. The two men chuckled, Paige glared more deadly at them but soon joined in with the laugh.

Becky Lynch
The night drew over and replaced the once heated day with a blanket if stars. She sighed walked out her bathroom and switched the light off. Her hair was in a loss braid and hung over her shoulder, afew pieces of her long fringe escaped and hugged her defined cheekbones.

She suddenly was feeling low. Her heart ached, but from what? She didn't know. But it felt like it could possibly be because she was missing someone.

Her eyes widened when she realized she truly was missing someone. Who? It shocked when she knew who she was missing. It was the man from her endless dream.

Why would I be missing him? She scoffed and tried to not think about it. But it was incredibly hard.

I don't even know him! I haven't even seen his face! How can I miss someone I've never seen!?

Dean Ambrose
He tiredly sat down in front of his window. He looked at the few streetlights. Some flickered, some didn't, and some just didn't work. Power-line wires and poles stood tall around the area and apartments and inns distracted his view to the city.

He could hear drunken men yelling at their wives. The chatter of teenagers roaming the streets. The smell of cigarettes seeped through his open window.

He suddenly couldn't stop thinking about the dream he had been experiencing.

"I miss her" he muttered out loud.

Immediately thought through what he said. What!?

I'm being completely ridiculous! For God sake, I don't know the women! I haven't even seen her before! How can I miss someone I've never met!

Becky Lynch /Dean Ambrose
Both sighed heavily. Becky fell down on her bed and looked at the ceiling. Dean who was still on the other side of the world continued looking out his window.

Becky "how can you miss someone you've never met...?"

Dean "how can you miss someone you've never seen... ?"

Both paused for a moment but soon continued speaking. They spoke to themselves, but it almost felt like they were speaking to eachother.

Becky - Dean " I need you now... But I don't know you yet" both sighed. They felt insane but yet they continued talking. "lately it's been hard"

Becky - Dean "tell me... Are your eyes brown? Blue? Or green?"

***

Becky Lynch
His figure stood about 5 meters away now. His coat he had on still blew within the wind. The loud noise seemed more clear than before. It almost sounded like an... army?  Becky looked at the man's figure, puzzled. His figure was quite muscular, he was tall. He slowly began to face her.... A gasp left her lips. Sky Blue was all she could think. His eyes were a eclectic blue. Hair was messy and was the tone dirty blonde. His face was almost roundly shaped but was yet quite defined.

She woke up breathing more heavily than she had when she started experiencing the dreams. "who are you?" she whispered, clenching a hand over her heart.

Dean Ambrose
Her figure stood not far. And the black, royal looking dress made a swooping noise as winds whipped through. The sound of an army blared loudly. She was tall but he could tell he was quite taller than her. Her body was petite yet muscular. Slowly she turned... He gasped slightly. Firey orange hair escaped from the hood of her coat, the wind whipped it wildly to the left. Her eyes were a brown but shone of slight red. Her cheekbones and jaw were defined.

He shot up out of breath. "who are you?" he racked a hand through his hair, trying to maintain his breaths.