"I fucking love you! Please just listen...please?" I slapped Dean hard. His head snapped to the side as he rubbed his cheek. Blonde curls covered his eyes as he looked at me once again. Tears slowly fell from his eyes as he let out a choked sob.
I started at him with pity until I couldn't take it no more. I ran out Dean's house fast as my legs could take me. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was never supposed to be like this.
24 hours ago...
Beep!
Ugh.
Beep!
Shut up.
Beep!
"What the hell? I'm up damnit!" I rolled over and continuously slammed my hand on the alarm so it would shut up. I seriously have to change the time from waking me up at 5:00 am, but it will just have to do for now.
I grabbed my cracked up phone and started playing angry birds. Something to distract myself while I think of something to do today. My plans were made when I heard a Bing! from my phone. I knew who it was instantly. The only person who gets up early on the weekend for no reason.
Wanna hang?
My heart beat fastened. I re-read the text numerous times before I sent a quick and simple 'yes'. I been trying to speak to Seth for years now. But I got nothing. No responses to my calls and text. He even blocked me on all of his accounts. That was an asshole move but I don't care. All I want is a chance to talk to my love again.
I hopped out of bed and fell. It would have been a good idea to take to covers off me first but too late now. I sat on the floor in pain for about five minutes. When I recovered from the less than 2 feet fall, I made my way to the bathroom and did my morning rituals.
#*#*#**
I bit my lip nervously. I had to be sure, I'm making the right choice. I let out a deep sigh as I knocked on his door. Loud thumps of someone running down the stairs echoed from inside. I had to hold back a grin from the noise. I guess his clumsy and loud nature haven't changed.
The white door was yanked open and showed him. Dean Ambrose. He looked exactly the same. Dean boyish smile made me bite the inside of my cheek as his blue eyes shined with admiration. The look made my heart hurt. I couldn't understand how he could still look at me like that. Considering what I did.
"Where's the blonde, prince Sethie?" I broke out of my thoughts when I heard his old nickname for me. I rolled my eyes as if I was annoyed. But to be honest, the name struck a chord. I haven't heard the name since the last time we spoke. Three years ago.
"I, uh. I-It's gone." I didn't want to tell Dean the my new fiance wouldn't allow me to die my hair. First, because Dean doesn't know about my future husband. Second, because that would give Dean another reason to say no. I came here to ask him to be my best man. Even knew we had our problems, we promised to be the best man at each other wedding when we was 10. That all changed when we promised to marry each other when we were 17.
Dean reached out to touch my hair. I swiftly moved out the way. Dean smiled stayed on his face. He let his hand fall back to his side awkwardly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yup!" Dean said no questions asked. I didn't even tell him where we were going. I just showed up at his house at 6 in the morning and he's willing to do whatever. Such a sweet guy, I really hope he finds happiness. The love that he deserves.
Dean ran back into the house and grabbed his keys. After locking the door, we walked to my purple Jeep. As I got in I noticed Dean staring at the car. He had this weird look. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Betrayal, sadness, loss? "Where's Lola?" Dean said as he slowly got in the car. I stared straight ahead thinking of a good excuse. Maybe if I act like I didn't hear him, he wouldn't bring it up again.
"Seth, I know you heard me." Dean voice was light and carefree. I swallowed and started the car. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's just Dean. No one special. "I junked her." It was hard to admit that. Lola was my first car. My parents didn't think I was responsible enough for a car so Dean said fuck it and gave me his. It was a rusted white pick up truck passed down from his father. No, matter how much I told Dean that I couldn't accept his present; she was our baby in a weird way. Lola was a piece of us. The ugly truck was like home.
And for that reason, I had her crushed at the junkyard.
"Oh."
I stayed quite. I didn't think Seth could do that. That car was apart of us. But its not just that. That car was pasted down from my dad. I was given the truck a year before he was announced dead in the army. Lola was one of the only things I have from him. Still, never in a million years, would I regret giving her to Seth. I would give him the world. My only wish is for him to see that.
Seth slowly pulled up in a very familiar parking lot. The Bear. The gayest strip club known to the human race. "I'm not complaining, but don't you think it's a little bit early for ass in my face?"
"Come on. It's only 6:57." Seth said getting out the car. I quickly climbed out and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Tell me, Prince Sethie!" I said as a joke. But Seth didn't take it that way. His eyes flared at his old pet name. Quick as a fox, he turned around with a twisted smile.
"This is my lame attempt at a bachelor party," Seth held his hand up before I could speak. "I came to ask you to be my best man. And to test something."
To be continued...
Part 1 of 4
