forgive me || dean ambrose story

day seven-

Important a.n at end. Ish. Not proof read either.

Rory James-

"How are you feeling?" I asked politely for once whilst handing him the glass of cold water.

He sat up from the bed, rubbing his neck several times with a groan. It took him a few seconds to take the glass from me and when he did I'm sure it was a snatch but I decided not to start anything.

"Fine." He snapped. With that I knew he was still being an asshole. I smiled to myself before walking towards the door.

"You're a joke." I shook my head slamming his door behind me as I headed out into the lounge area. Roman and Seth were sat watching a show on television, mainly Roman. Seth was too busy on his cell.

I slumped down in an armchair with a growl. God why did I bother, what did I expect, Ambrose to be all pretty pink flowers and childish grins? I had to be stupid, he was nothing more than a moody middle aged man.

"What's up baby-girl, you look pissed?" Roman questioned switching off the screen with the remote. He turned to me and I shook my head furiously, I was done with all this. I think this is my breaking point.

"Don't lie to us James, I can tell when you're lying." He warned but I wasn't afraid in the slightest, I needed space away from these men, as much as I didn't want it. By the time Sunday comes this is it, I'm out.

"Forget about me." I snapped not wanting to let them in on anything, what's the point when Dean is just going to continue to treat me like shit. "What the fuck was Dean on about last night, watching some girl die?"

I studied their reactions to my abrupt question, without seeming strange. Both of their expressions fell again, Roman looked alarmed and soon after Seth looked away from me out the window. What the hell was this? Did I smell or something, or once again was I too ugly for them to look at now?

"He didn't say her die," Seth chuckled licking his lips, I wasn't about to believe a word that fell from his mouth. I raised my eyebrow, "He said he wanted some pie. ."

I wasn't blind, I knew it was nervous laughter. "Yeah. . he was so out of it. ." Roman bullshitted.

I laughed along with them falsely, they looked at each other without saying anything convincing themselves that I believed them clearly. . but I don't.

"Do you think I'm four years old?" I asked comically and they turned to me abruptly again. "Or do you think I'm just plain stupid? Either way even Pinocchio wouldn't believe your bullshit, what did he say about some woman. I know you've been keeping secrets from me for a while you idiots, but I'm too kind to ask about it. I'm sick of it now though. You're meant to be my friends so what the fuck aren't you telling me!"

Their faces turned pale, the door creaked and out came Dean, water in his hand and a frozen steak on his temple. Where he'd got that from I'd never know.

"What the fuck are you guys whining about?" His voice was hoarse, thick from sleep as he groaned. He sat down on the floor beneath Roman and closed his eyes as though in pain.

"N-nothing. ." Seth gulped setting down his coffee. "So, how's the weather today Rome?"

"No." I cut off his attempt to redirect the conversation now that
Dean had magically appeared. "You give me anymore bullshit and I'll shove that fucking coffee cup so far down your throat that you'll shit it out in less than a day."