Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Seventeen: Don't Know

Dean did not understand many things. He didn't understand why wrestling had to be scripted. He didn't understand why some people still liked to wear socks with sandals.  But one thing that he did not understand was that when he kissed Brittany five days ago why she  cried and ran away. It was a question that he couldn't seem to find the answer to. And to beat it all, she had begun to ignore him. That confused him even more.

He wanted to apologize to her, but every time he tried to approach Brittany, she would take a look at him and run away. His text messages went unanswered and his phone calls weren't returned. Dean desperately wanted to know why Brittany was ignoring him. 

It was a cool Sunday night in San Diego. It distracted him from what had been bugging him for nearly a week. The frustration had gotten the best of him last night at a house show in Sacramento during his match with Kevin Owens. It was running smoothly until something inside of Dean snapped and for real punched Kevin in the face. 

 There weren't a lot of people in the lobby, and there wasn't a giant commute to the elevators. He rode alone, dreaming of eating the rest of a club sandwich that he had bought earlier that day. The thoughts of food made his stomach rumble with hunger. And once he stepped off the elevator and quickly walked to his room, he felt just a little relief.

Once inside, Dean slipped out of his workout clothes and took a quick shower. After he dried completely, he sat down to eat. 

His phone rang before he could take a bite. 

"Hello?"

"Yo, Ambrose! It's me," said Roman.

Dean smiled a little. "Yo, Roman. What's up?"

"Nothing much, nothing much. Just about to have a little date night with my wife. What about you?"

The word wife and date made Dean sick to his stomach. "Ah, nothing really. I was just about to like pass out for the night."

"Well, don't go to sleep just yet. I'm in the lobby. You should come down and keep me company."

"Alright, I'll be down in about five minutes."

Dean didn't put anything special on. He just found a sleeveless shirt and ball shorts that he sometimes wore to bed. It wasn't such a long ride to the lobby. Roman was sitting on a cream colored couch, more appropriately dressed than Dean was.

They sat and talked about random topics for about twenty minutes. Music was one of them. They had debated as to whether they would try to attend at least one of the concerts that would be taking place in Boston whenever the WWE would be there next month.

It was just a little after nine when Roman's wife stepped off the elevator...and she wasn't alone. Brittany was with her, and they seemed to be having a happy conversation. Roman stood up, and at that precise moment, Brittany turned her head and spotted Dean. Her smile fell. 

"How long has it been since you've talked to her?" Roman asked, noticing his friend's dismay.

"Five days and counting." Dean replied, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Now's your chance, man. Either you do it now or everything that the two of you have will be ruined. Not worth it."

Dean knew that Roman was right. He didn't have to chase after her because Brittany came over to them. The happily married couple left, leaving them alone. It was the first time they had been this close to each other and it was a relief that Brittany hadn't tried to leave. In her dark and pale splendor, something inside of Dean's chest ached. He wasn't sure of what it was that he was feeling, but he pushed back anything that he felt.

"Hello, stranger," she said in a calm way.

"Hi," he said, his voice sounding as dead as a doornail.

She pulled out her phone and shut it completely off. "Is this the part where we talk?"

It was an opportunity that Dean could not refuse at all. He lead her over to a secluded corner of the lobby where they wouldn't be bothered. They shared a couch but sat far apart. 

"I'm an ass," Brittany declared.

"I'm glad that you don't hate me," he said, smiling as he did.

The tension seemed to be dissolving, but not at the rate that he would have liked.

"I don't hate you, Jon. It's just that...ugh." She clutched a pillow to her chest. "The kiss just caught me off guard. It wasn't part of the plan. Why did you kiss me?"

Dean sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find a way to say what he meant. 

"Honestly, it felt like the right thing to do. I mean, I had just saved you and all. When it was all over, my first thought was to do it. To spice things up. I know I should have told you before, but it was a heat of the moment thing."

Brittany's facial expression softened. "Okay. I get that. But you still shouldn't have done it. It caught me off guard so bad."

That felt like a lie. 

"Something's not adding up here," he said. "You cried after I kissed you and ran away. And you've ignored me all week. What did you do that for?"

She bit her lip. Dean noticed it was a thing she did whenever she was put on the spot. Had he caught her lying? 

"I guess that I wanted to make things dramatic," she answered. "I didn't hear the stage manager yell 'cut', so I thought that would make things even better. And I just...I'm a child. I should have confronted you sooner." 

Dean stared at her. Something inside of him wanted to believe her, but there was also something else warning him that she was lying. But for the sake of preserving a friendship, he decided to let this go. 

"You think? I've been sitting here all week thinking that you hated me."

"I was just mad. I give people the silent treatment sometimes. I'm sorry."

Dean hadn't expected her to apologize at all. He had been ready to that himself. But he had realized that she needed to explain herself. 

He put his fingers under her chin, tilting her head so that their eyes could meet. "Everything's cool, okay? I'm sorry too."

For a moment, she stared at him with astonishment. When he realized this, Dean sank back onto his cushion. A little too close.

Brittany turned to him. "Listen, I don't know how you feel about this stuff, do you like concerts?"

"Not really, no," he said. "Too many assholes."

"Oh," her face fell. "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to see Muse with me next month. They're going to be in Boston the same night we are."

Dean didn't really know much about this band. He had listened to some of their songs, but their style really was something he didn't like. Plus, he had talked about seeing a concert with Roman just a few moments before. He didn't want to abandon his friend. On the otherhand, Dean liked to try new things. 

"How much are tickets?"

Brittany instantly perked up. "I already have them. Paige was going to go with me, but she bailed. We'll be in the mosh pit, but Muse's concerts are pretty tame. It's not like we're going to get punched."

"Alright." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll go with you. On one condition: I drive."

Brittany smiled from ear-to-ear. "Deal."