Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fifteen:Floyd Lamb Park

Lying on the ground with  a fishing pole in his hands, Dean Ambrose was enjoying the peace and quiet that the early morning of Floyd Lamb Park. It was his own safe haven. No one had yet disturbed him, and the fish were surprisingly in abundance that morning. This was his favorite place to come to whenever he decided to go fishing. At first, he had wanted to come alone, but when he decided that he wanted to bring someone along, his first thought was to choose Brittany. And secretly, he was glad that she had agreed to hang out with him.

Even though they had only known each other for a few months, Dean already considered Brittany to be a close friend...and he didn't bestow that honor on people very often. He enjoyed talking to her and being with her every chance he got. Roman and a few other people liked to taunt Dean, saying that he liked Brittany and that they would make a perfect couple. But it was not what he wanted. Dean and Brittany were just good friends and she clearly felt the same way about him as he did about her.

Today was a weird day anyhow. Triple H had called him before the sun rose over the peaks of the mountains this morning to let him know that his match with Randy Orton had been moved from the beginning of Raw to the main event instead. That kind of made Dean a little angry because that meant the script for Raw would have to be re-written. And as much as he hated scripts, he preferred that things would go the way that they were originally supposed to. 

He did not hear the rustling of the closely-cropped grass, but when he felt the tip of someone's shoes kicking him lightly in the head, Dean opened his eyes. There, wearing a smile that was brighter than the sun, was Brittany...and she looked absolutely gorgeous. There wasn't any makeup on her face and her hair looked absolutely amazing. But he quickly put those feelings back into the safety deposit box. He smiled in return and sat up. "You're disturbing the peace, you know."

She sat down beside him.

"Glad you could make it," Dean said as he had to re-bait the hook."I didn't think you would."

"And miss out on an opportunity to spend about six hours with one of my best friends?" She asked, letting her index finger run lightly over the fishing wire."Of course I'm going to come."

That made Dean smile. He handed her the spare fishing pole and was surprised when she picked up a worm and forced the hook to go through its slimy body.

"You know how to bait a hook pretty well."

"I thought that I wouldn't remember."

"When's the last time you went fishing?"

"Erm...maybe six or seven years ago. When I graduated college."

Dean felt his hook get a little tug, but when he reeled in the lure, there was nothing on it except the bloody remains of a worm. He baited another and cast out his line. "I love to fish. When I don't feel like working out or anything, I grab a pole."

Brittany scooped up a handful of water and threw it at Dean's face. "And when I'm not busy, I like to play with water. But that's just me."

Dean returned the favor, laughing. Ten minutes went by before either of them decided to say another word. Nothing had been caught during that time, although a few birds swooped down and stole a few trout. Trout were fun to catch, but Dean loved to fish for bass. Bass were delicious when cooked properly and seasoned with some oregano and paprika.

"I think that I just hooked something. And..." she said as she stood up to reel it in,"it's a trout. That means that I have caught more fish than you."

Dean smirked. "Is this a competition now?"

"Why, sir! I do declare that I detect a little bit of jealousy in those sky blue eyes." It was one of the best yet worst Southern accents that Dean had heard in a long time. It made him laugh so hard that he dropped his pole and clutched his sides in pain.