Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Three: I Won't Say Hello, But I Will Steal One of Your French Fries

Walking the streets was nothing out of the ordinary for me. Walking was my preferred mode of transportation, but only if my destination was nearby. Plus, it gave me more time to think and to enjoy the music that was on my phone.

After about forty minutes of walking, Phillips Arena finally came into view. The parking lots were filled to the brim and there were still people trying to find a place to park. People were standing around, waiting to be admitted.

My hands were shaking, the sweat was starting to seep through my dress.  I remembered coming here once before, so I relied on my memory to lead me towards the employee entrance. I did manage to find it after a while. The commercial trailers were lined up in rows. I stared at them all and managed a weak smile whenever I saw the people that I knew. 

A door not too far away from where I stood was ajar. I peered inside of the building and saw equipment everywhere. Trunks, metal poles and cables pushed against the walls. I navigated through the mess, clutching the pass that John had given me earlier. For a moment or two, I did not see nor hear anyone, but after I turned a corner, I spotted two people walking around in their wrestling gear.

Girlish squeals met my ears. I turned around just in time to see a white figure with jet-black hair charging at me. It was Paige. As she hugged me, she wrapped her legs around my waist, which caused me to stumble backwards and nearly fall over.

"Brittany! Oh my God! It's been forever since the last time I saw you! I've missed you," she said, fixing her clothes as she spoke.

"I know, I know. I've missed you too!"

Paige grabbed hold of my hand and said," Come on. Everyone's this way."

Everything went by in a blur. My shoes hurt the soles of my feet and my dress was an enabling factor should I happen to fall down. She pulled me along, the both of us laughing as we went. People stared at us and some laughed. Instead of letting me take my shoes off so that I could keep up, she let me hop onto her back.

As soon as we stopped in front of a table that had some of the finest tacos that I had ever laid eyes on, Trinity jumped up from a table not too far from where I was standing and hugged me as tight as she could. I returned the favor. Her big, dark brown eyes radiated happiness. Seeing two of the three people that had helped me get my life back together right before my very eyes made my heart swell with joy.  

"Brittany," she began as she smoothed out the wrinkles on her white dress," you're here. You're actually here. And you look fine. Damn."

I smiled. "Thank you so much, Trinity. And I love the dress. Is that the one you bought during your honeymoon?"

"You know it," she said.

Paige twirled a lock of hair around her finger and said, "It's good that you're here, Brittany. Trinity and I were about to sit down and eat. We need to catch up."

Trinity playfully whipped my face with her bushy hair and put me in a headlock. I couldn't help but smile and laugh as loud as I could. 

Sitting down, I noticed that something didn't feel right. I stared across that table at Trinity and Paige and noticed that there seemed to be a sense of hostility between them. After a while, Paige pulled out a pack of cards from her back pocket and the three of us began to play poker, using the grapes as chips. I sucked at poker.

After we ended our third round of poker, Paige and Trinity had to go put on their gear and add the final touches to their makeup. I didn't care to be around the smell of concealer, but I was forced to participate. They even let me put on their makeup for them. I did a fairly good job and Trinity mused that I should have went to cosmetology school instead of college.