Rainy Season || R.R {#1}

26. |Instincts|

I sit up and rub my eyes as Dean walks over.

"Feel better?" He asks, sitting beside me.

"A lot better." I nod.

"Good. Now order some damn food." He squints, tossing the room service menu at me.

"Asshole.." I mumble.

"Heard that." He laughs.

"Good." I laugh.

"So, Horror Movies or Kevin Hart movies?" He asks.

"Both." I say.

"YES!" He smiles, jumping up and down.

"You're such a kid." I laugh.

"So are you." He crosses his arms.

"Damn right I am." I say, throwing a pillow at him.

"If you weren't in a cast and stitched up, your ass would get knocked across this room with a pillow." He huffs.

"Oh shut up. You wouldn't hurt me." I tease.

"Shut up.." He laughs, throwing himself on the bed.

I laugh and lean against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you think he hates me?" I ask.

"Rose. He doesn't hate you. Just relax." He smiles.

"I don't know if I want to. Yes, I love him. Of course I do. But I don't love his attitude." I sigh.

"Things will get better. And if not, I'll always be here for you." He nods.

"Thanks, Dean." I say, hugging him tightly.

"Any time, Rose." He answers quietly.

As hours tick off the clock, my mind stays corrupted by thoughts of what Roman said to me.

Maybe giving him a second chance was a mistake. Or maybe it wasn't. I don't know.. and I probably never will know for sure.

"I feel like this black cloud is just lingering over my head permanently. Ever since he walked away, it's been hurting me inside. Not because I love him, but because I put all of my trust and love back into him, and not even a day goes by and he leaves me hanging. Sure shows how loyal he is, doesn't it? Maybe my instincts were right." I sigh. "Or am I thinking about this all wrong? Maybe I'm the one over thinking everything. If I hadn't gotten worked up, he wouldn't have left again. The least he could do is call me, though."

"You're right from every angle. He shouldn't have left you, and you should probably relax a bit. But he should really be a bit more sympathetic and understanding instead of being such an asshole about it. You've been out longer than he was, even. So what the hell?" He says, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sick of feeling at fault for this situation. I'm done." I nod.

"I don't blame you. You need some time to yourself." He agrees.

"Can we go get a drink or something? I got a good nap and I feel a lot better than I did earlier. I won't punch anything." I smile.

"Fine, but if you even look tired, you're getting your little ass dragged straight back here." He laughs, grabbing his keys and jacket.

"Thank god. I was hoping I wasn't under room arrest." I sigh.

"Honey, you're with Dean fucking Ambrose. Not grandma." He winks, opening the door.

We drive down the highway, passing through the shimmering city lights.

"Its so pretty to see, but I could never live in the city." I say.

"Agreed. Its more of a "visit and leave" type of thing." He nods.

He pulls into a parking spot and we walk down the semi-crowded sidewalk.

"These crutches are pissing me off. I can't wait until they're gone." I roll my eyes, whacking a lamppost with one of them.

"Hey, what'd that lamppost do to you?" He crosses his arms.

"It looked at me stupid." I answer.

"It did? OH HELL NO." He growls, walking over to the lamppost.

He starts kicking it and punching it like a psycho.

He grabs someones water bottle and chucks it at it.

The bottle bounces off the post and smokes a passing car's windshield.

"OPPA!" A man across the street shouts.

"Stupid bitch." Dean growls, kicking the lamppost one last time before walking back to me.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JUST FUCKING HAPPENED." I laugh, wiping the tears from my face.

"That stupid bitch had it coming." He shrugs.

"AND THE CAR.." I laugh, hunching over.

"I CAN'T BREATHE." I yell, holding my stomach as I laugh.

"You're so much fun when you're not even drunk." He grins.

We turn and walk into a bar.

This one was a lot less crowded than some others we passed.

As we walk inside, my eyes meet on a familiar figure. And he's chatting it up with some dark haired bimbo.

"Son of a bitch.." Dean growls, shoving past me.

"I knew it." I shake my head, following closely behind Dean.

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OH SHIIIIIIIT. What. Just. Happened.

OPPA

I may end this story at 30 Chapters. Possibly more. Not sure yet, BUT AYE AmbROSE is bout to kick major ass.