Opposites Attract

Busted, The Aftermath, & Lunchtime

November 9th, 2013 - After Hours

AJ was busted.

AJ's jaw hung open at the sight of her parent's just staring at her. AJ's father looked mad as all hell, while AJ's mother had a slightly sad look on her face.

"April Jeanette Mendez… where have you been?" AJ's dad demanded an answer. AJ opened her mouth, but could only muster together stuttered noises, and heavy panting. As AJ pulled herself together, she realized her act was up; it was time for the truth.

"I… I was… out… with… a friend." AJ falter to even speak, however, she managed to put together her confession. AJ's father slowly crossed his arms, which caused AJ to take a huge gulp, and aimlessly look around the room.

AJ's father cleared his throat before talking "With who?"

AJ's gaping jaw was doing it's hardest to come up with an excuse, but the sound of the front door opening turned the attention of the entire family. Standing there was Dean Ambrose, who first looked at AJ's parent's, and then at AJ.

"Dean!? What are you doing here?!" AJ quickly mouthed to Dean, who fully turned his attention to AJ's father, who was intensely staring at him.

"Are you… Dean Ambrose?" AJ's dad stared down as he spoke. Wait, how does he know his… oh no. Mom talked. AJ wasn't mad at her mother for talking; she knew how hard it must've been for AJ's mother to not talk in the first place.

"Depends… who's asking?" Ambrose grinned slightly. AJ wanted so badly to run over to Dean and kiss him. Not just for the fact that she wanted to do it, but because she wanted him to shut up, before he started anything she didn't want to witness.

AJ's father rose to his feet during his next line "I… am AJ's father." All Dean did to react was give off a "hmm…" AJ slightly facepalmed. Man, he is an idiot. But, I want him to be my idiot. Dad, please, please, PLEASE, don't mess this up for me!

"Well then, yes. I am Dean Ambrose. What of it?" Ambrose inquired. AJ's dad took a stride towards Dean, while scratching his head. AJ's dad took a few more steps, drawing closer to the teenage man in his living room.

"Why are you here, Dean?" AJ's dad pondered, Ambrose not backing down an inch.

"I came back for my jacket. I accidentally gave it to AJ, and never got it back." Ambrose calmly stated. Ambrose was used to talking back to people nearly twice his size, and AJ's father wasn't even close to that.

"So… you were with my daughter tonight?" Mr. Mendez uttered, in an almost breathy tone. It was evident that AJ's dad was trying to scare Dean away, but he didn't move an inch. Dean wasn't going to let another jackass father ruin a relationship for him.

"Yeah, I was. I actually took her out to a restaurant and brought her home. Oh, and before you ask, we weren't 'shacking up' as the parents like to say." AJ listened onto Dean's answer to her dad's question, and she couldn't do anything but clench her fists. Dean, you idiot! Why would he say something like that?! Well… I'm sure he knows what he is doing. Dean's little tough guy statement, at least as far as AJ's father was concerned it was a tough guy act, wasn't amusing to him. AJ's father got up in Ambrose's face, Ambrose not even flinching.

"Listen here… I know what you're all about, Ambrose. You like to have one night stands with girls, and then throw them to the side. Well, guess what? You're not gonna do that to my daughter. She has no idea the dangers of how cruel guys can be these days. She has no idea -" AJ's father went on, but was cut off when Ambrose retaliated.

"No. You have no idea. You have no idea what your daughter wants. You see, you have no idea that a few days ago, I had to comfort your crying daughter because she had told me that you refuse to let her have a boyfriend, you refuse to let her be happy. All it is to you is grades, grades, and more grades… but you don't truly understand what your daughter is going through. So, she had to confide in me, someone she barely knew, and in turn, I did the same to her. And sure, maybe we are moving a little too fast, maybe what I did tonight was wrong… to you. But to me, I enjoyed my night tonight, and I'm sure that she did too." Finishing up his tirade, Ambrose walked over to AJ, and gently slid his jacket off of her. Dean moved his arms into the sleeves, the jacket fully back on him. Ambrose then proceeded to storm out of AJ's house.