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Chapter Sixteen: Dean

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"Hey Roman, go get me the milk." I asked him, as I sat at his kitchen table with a dry bowl of cereal.

"What's the magic word?"

"'I command you'?"

"Nice try, but it's 'please'. And 'I command you' isn't even one word." Roman passed me the carton, and I began to pour it into the bowl.

"You know, normal people don't wake up their friend at 7 AM just because they're hungry," Roman remarked to me as he spread peanut butter on his toast.

"But I'm not a normal person. I'm Dean Ambrose," I replied, grinning.

"Well, seems like you two are up early," said a voice coming down the steps. The voice belonged to Mrs. Reigns, and she smiled at us as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Dean's the one who was hungry." Roman said, giving me a glance.

"Well, you better eat up. You have practice tonight, remember?" Mrs. Reigns spoke to us as she poured coffee out of the pot into a mug.

How could I forget? Tonight I was going to do something very important. I was going to request my match. Triple H already said yes at the Open House a few days ago, but there was still the matter of the stipulation to take care of.

There was no way this could be a normal match. I was still too angry with Seth to be hindered by the rules of a normal match.

Tonight, I was going to get that stipulation worked out.

Swirling around cream in her coffee mug, Mrs. Reigns sighed. "Oh, I can't believe it's almost time for you boys to get back to school. And it's your last year, too! Have any college plans, Dean?"

"Never really thought about it," I said. Well, I have. But I know that I wouldn't have enough to pay for it. My parents wouldn't be any help. I was kidding myself enough thinking I'd be getting a car any time soon with my small Starbucks salary.

I wouldn't tell Mrs. Reigns that, though. I didn't want her to think I wanted money from them.

Just then, Mr. Reigns walked in the room. Roman's dad went to WWE High too, and just like his son, he wrestled. He was kind of...eccentric, though. Right now, he was chewing a rubber chicken thoughtfully.

"Not at the table, dear," Mrs. Reigns reminded him.

"Mm," he replied, setting down the chicken.

I got up from the table, and (after Mrs. Reigns reminded me) cleared my place. Roman followed me, and soon enough we were both sitting upstairs doing nothing.

"Ready for tonight?" I asked Roman, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, but Randy's being a pain in the neck."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Roman cut me off. "I know what you're going to say," he said, holding up a hand. "You're going to say 'Request a match for the August event', right? I already did. It's happening. Randy won't know what's coming to him."

"Well, that's part of it but I was also going to say I killed a spider with your shoe yesterday."

"You're unbelievable."