Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Twenty: Maybes and Apologies

"Did you and John ever patch things up?" Trinity asked as she handed me a plate filled with bacon, blueberries, and toast on the side.

"No. He hasn't called me and I haven't called him," I said, taking a swig of orange juice.

I had stayed the night at Trinity's apartment after Smackdown was over. Both Paige and Jon had offered to drive me to the airport, but I didn't feel like going home. Sadly, I couldn't get a room at a hotel because everything was booked. Trinity insisted that I wasn't inconveniencing her and Jon, but I always felt as if I were an unnecessary liability. It was a change of scenery, however. I at least could see the ocean from here. No more staring at other brick walls or parking lots.

"Well, the two of you need to fix things soon. I hate seeing you and him fight," she said. 

"I feel that way too, but I just can't let go of what he said." The bacon was beginning to distract me.

"I know," she agreed."Nikki doesn't say anything in front of me or Paige, but I know that she talks shit about you whenever she has the chance. It's sad."

The blueberries tasted fresh and crisp in my mouth. It had been awhile since I had dared to eat any. "The feeling's mutual. Everyone knows that I talk shit about her."

"Be careful of what you say to people."

One of the good things that Trinity could do is that she could cook. Before my accident, whenever she decided to drop by, she would help me prepare an absolutely delicious chicken casserole. On days whenever I felt the need to spend the day indoors with her, there would always be some sort of pastry or something to eat.

"So, did any of the record labels respond yet?"

It had been two months ever since Trinity had sent off the demos that we made. Warner Bros and Sony had been very interested in what she brought to the table, but had delayed any meetings to discuss future possibilities. Her YouTube channel was fairly successful, but the time had come for something bigger and better. 

"Not yet. A rep from Sony called about five days ago and said that he would give me a call back within the week to let me know if they would be willing to let me record some more stuff and discuss getting signed."

The bacon was gone. I wouldn't eat more, though. "That's good. Really, it is. But what'll happen if you do get signed?"

"Nothing really. I would just miss a little time to record an album.  I wouldn't be able to wrestle as much as I want to."

"If it does happen, it's going to be so weird not having you around all the time."

"Please, nobody's going to miss this ugly face," she joked.

I swiped a berry from her plate. "Trust me. This ugly face will miss you."

We finished our breakfast in silence. Around noon, we piled into her car and went down to the boardwalk to have some fun. I was a complete failure when it came to throwing stuff. One of my balls collided with a vendor's head. He wasn't injured, thankfully. Several people stopped us to ask for pictures and autographs. Something inside of me went warm and fuzzy whenever I was allowed to pose with a young couple's newborn daughter. To see an infant's rosy cheeks and to feel their tiny, almost microscopic fingers wrap around my long pale ones, it made me feel both pleased and depressed.Being infertile was another reason why I couldn't allow myself to be in a relationship ever again.

Trinity and I happened to run into Paige, Alicia and Rosa. We ate lunch together and conjured some bravery and ran into the choppy waves that the ocean threw our way. It was fun to have an afternoon out with some of the most amazing people in the world. A girl's day out was the antidote.

Settling back down onto Trinity's couch, I found myself trailing off into a light sleep. My phone had remained surprisingly silent the whole day. Just when I could see the birthing of a dream behind my closed eyelids, my phone rang. It was my brother.

"Finally decided to apologize, have you?" It was the first thing I said. 

"Yes, I have called to apologize. I shouldn't have behaved the way that I did the other night." He sounded as if he were mad again. But as for whom or what he was angry at, I could not say.

"Well, I accept your apology, but I still stand by what I said. I know that you and everyone else want Nikki and I to peacefully co-exist for at least five minutes, but that's never going to happen. You need to drop the silly dream and just leave us to deal with it ourselves. I love you, John, but this is something that you can't fix."

He sighed. "I know that. I know that all too well. Thanks for accepting my apology, Brittany."

"You're welcome," I said as I wiped some drool off of my right cheek.

"You were right. Nicole wasn't trying to help."

"Something else is wrong here. What has she done this time?"

There was a long, unbearable pause. John confessed,"I confronted her about this last night and right now, we're in a fight because of it. She confessed to everything. She wouldn't give me a clear explanation as to why she did it, but after hearing a solid confession that came from her mouth, I knew that you were right."

A smug smile came onto my face. It was what I knew to be true all along. "You shouldn't have doubted me in the first place. I would never lie to you about something so serious."

"I know, and I'm sorry. Where are you by the way? 

"I stayed the night at Trinity's."

"Oh. You should at least come out to Tampa. And no, Nikki's not here."

The invitation was generous enough. I needed a break. "Sorry, but I'm going back to West Newbury tonight. I have to have a lot of mental preparation for Muse's concert next week. It's a pretty big deal."

John started to chuckle. Then it turned into a full-on maniacal cackle. It made me suspicious. "Johnathan Anthony Felix Cena! What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just um-you told me that you were going with Dean Ambrose last week."

"And what's wrong with that? He was the only one willing to go with me. I mean, you could have volunteered to go with me, but you're too afraid to ask for time off right now," I said.

"I have my reasons, but do you realize that you basically asked him to go on a date with you?"

This fucking shit again. "We. Are. Just. Friends."

"Friends sometimes move out of that imaginary space called the friend zone."

Trinity came back into the living room and mouthed,"Why are you yelling?" I didn't want to let John know that someone was listening, so I waved a hand in front of my face. Sometimes I wondered if he even really liked doing that. 

I heard a door shut on the other end. My suitcases were beside the door, and Trinity was pointing to the watch on her wrist, letting me know that I could possibly miss my flight. I hopped off of the couch and zipped up my jacket. "You need to be open to the possibility that he possibly has fallen for you. He's a good guy, Brittany. He'd take care of you."

"Don't you think that I know that?" I fell silent, finally mulling over what John had just said. It didn't settle well with me. I felt severely queasy, a migraine taking over. Some of what he said was true, but as for the sexual tension, it was not for me.

It's just a storyline. He's only doing this to save my ass. That's been the plan all along. 

But you have let him in, dumbass, my conscience whispered as I looked out the window down to the earth below.

...have I?

 My plane had landed.