Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fourteen: Would You Call it a Date?

Waking up in Nevada, I felt farther away from home than I had in almost three months. Homesickness had never really existed in my life until I left for Atlanta with my brother all those months ago. Some days I didn't want to go back. Today was quite the opposite. And we were in Las Vegas. The bright lights and the taste of gambling in the air did not help.

I rolled over onto my back and scooped the crud out from the corners of my eyes. As much as I wanted to burrow my way back underneath the sheets, I couldn't. John wanted to work out with me this afternoon. 

I piled my hair on top of my head into a tight bun. My favorite sports bra and ball shorts came next. I dug through my luggage and managed to find a pair of flip flops. Why I was even bothering to bring shoes, I didn't know. No matter what, I always worked out bare-footed.  grabbed my phone, earbuds, and made my way down to the hotel lobby.

The streets were filled with cars and people as I walked. Nobody seemed to recognize me, which was good. My stomach was full of olives and grilled chicken, my favorite meal. The gym was only half an hour away on foot. I thought that I was going to be able to take a leisurely stroll, but after the sun was hidden behind a wall of dark clouds, I began to travel in a light jog.

I found John running on a treadmill when I walked in. He had his earbuds in, the music audible from the entrance. This was a perfect opportunity to mess with him. Looking around, I found a Frisbee on the sign-in counter. I picked it up, aimed for the back of John's head and threw it as hard as I could. When it collided, he turned around and flipped me off. 

"You're late," he said as I hopped onto the treadmill next to him.

"Can't you tell it took me an hour to make myself presentable?"

"Yes, Brittany. Looking homeless is definitely in-style."

I flicked the water on the outside of my water bottle at his face. 

We ran in silence for about half an hour. I stopped when I had reached my designated goal of five miles. We then moved on to some weight lifting. I couldn't lift past ninety pounds, while my brother could lift anywhere from 190 to 400. I didn't care, though. For someone of my stature, being physically able to lift ninety pounds was pretty impressive.

It was around one o'clock when we stopped. John fell to the floor in a heap of smiles and sweat. I sat down on an aerobic step and let the adrenaline run rampant through my veins for a moment or two. 

***

"Thank you," I told the cashier as we walked to an empty table with our frozen yogurts in hand. I had ordered a vanilla with buttercream sprinkles, while John had gotten a chocolate with cherry sauce. And eating that first bite felt oh-so-good.

"You did pretty good today, Brittany," John said."Looks like those training sessions with Paige are really working."

"Yeah, she's good at pushing me to my limits. We even went over some submission maneuvers when we were in Tampa. I can do an accolade, a sharp shooter, and a Black Widow."

"Sounds as if she's training you to be a wrestler," he said, stuffing more yogurt into his mouth.

I laughed. "I know. I still don't want to be one, but it helps knowing a few moves. You never know when they may come in handy."

I ate my yogurt, my mood improving with each buttercream sprinkle that glided across my tastebuds.

"So when are you and Dean Ambrose going to finally kiss?"