If I Was Your Girlfriend; Dean, Seth and Roman Boyfriend Scenarios

{5} First Date

(F/C)= Favorite Color.

Dean:

You had just got done getting ready for your date with Dean. Nothing big. Just a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a black NHRA shirt, high black converse, a leather jacket, and an american flag necklace. You straightened your hair, but since you were a huge tomboy, definitely no makeup for you. Just as you stuffed your phone and money into your pocket, someone knocked on your door. You leisurely walked over and yanked the door open. There stood a smiling Dean Ambrose, in a pair of jeans, a tight white shirt, black boots, and a cross necklace. As soon as you stepped outside and locked the door, he held out a(n) (F/C) rose. You smiled at him, took it, and stuck it in your hair.

"I'm gonna wear this the rest of the night. I hope you know that." You smirked.

He laughed. "I figured." He wrapped an arm around your waist as you both walked to the elevator. As you pressed the button for the lobby and the doors closed, he pulled you into a tight hug.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"For what?" You asked.

"For being the only person who can make me feel soft, caring, and happy inside."

You smiled to yourself as you laid your forehead on his chest. "I've always had the effect." You mumbled.

He chuckled and pulled away as the elevator doors opened. He led you out of the lobby and to his Jeep Wrangler.

"You know how you always wanted me to go to a drag race with you?" Dean asked.

You raced yourself. An orange flaked 1957 Chevy Bel-Air. 454 Big Block, sprays 250 nitrous. In other words, it's freakin' fast.

"Yeah. What about it?" You questioned back.

He pulled into a car shop 5 minutes from the hotel.

"You'll see."

He hopped out and opened your car door for you. You got out, a little confused. He led you in, only to see your car sitting there. You stood there, your mouth agape.

"There's a drag race in the next town over. They're racing pro street. $25 to get in. Wanna head over there? I have your nitrous bottles in the car." He informed.

Pro street is where all the yellow lights come on and then you're signaled to go instead of each yellow light coming on separately.

"ABSOLUTELY!" You yanked him into the passenger seat of your car while you got into the drivers seat. As you fired it up, you slammed on the gas and took off.

~At The Hotel~

"I can't believe that Bel-Air can run 9 seconds." Dean gushed.

"I told you!" You screamed in his face.

You two were currently re-watching the passes you made. The fastest pass you made was 8.97 seconds.

"Thank you.... SO much for making my baby mine again." You breathed out.

"That car means a lot to you doesn't it?" He questioned.

"I'm not talking about the car." You looked up at him.

"Then... What are you talking about?" He asked, confused.

"You! You idiot!" You punched him and laughed.

"Well so-rry dipwad!" He punched you back and laughed.

That's when you got into a full on fist fight.