Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Fifty: Mind Made Up

Chapter Fifty: Mind Made Up     

When it came to the personal extent of his life, Dean Ambrose had never been one to openly discuss the gory details. He valued his privacy immensely and did not want to have it violated by any means. Of course, at work, nothing was ever private, spare from what he worked extremely hard to keep under wraps. But once he was off the television screens and away from work, he liked to keep everything to himself. Now this was an odd case indeed. Dean did not want to keep this event to himself, so he knew that he had to tell someone. But who? His fellow colleagues were still trying to warm up to him again, so he wasn't exactly keen on the idea of talking to any of them. And there was only one option left: to find Roman.

Dean had been up ever since the crack of dawn. Ever since he had begun wrestling, the luxury of sleeping for as long as he wanted never seemed to be available. Especially after what had happened after last night with Brittany. It was true: he had went to her house not only to train with her, but to begin to put himself back in her good graces. But it was hard to endure her comments beforehand as well. He knew that she thought that he hated her and he had to remind himself of that over and over again so that he knew that last night had a bittersweet ending instead of the nightmare that replayed inside of his head a lot. Dean had not wanted to kiss her, but when he felt there mere touch of Brittany's smooth skin, a deep and powerful flame arose inside of him, causing him to throw caution to the wind and kiss her oh-so-passionately. It was the exact pick-me-up that he needed. Although, all good things had to come to an end. And it was perfect timing. Dean knew that if he had kissed her longer, other things would have happened and he was not ready to be involved with her like that again.

He had arrived at the arena that morning with a cloud looming over his head. He knew that it would take an awful amount of time and consideration for Brittany to make up her mind. Dean knew that he had hurt her beyond imagination. The trust she had for him was gone, yet the love was still there. A woman's mind was a mysterious place. But for alls well to end well, he hoped that something would be reached. And judging by the short yet very brief text that she had sent him that morning, he would find out before his match tonight against John Morrison. At least he had what promised to be such a mind-blowing match to take his mind off of things. But now, just a mere four hours before Fastlane was due to go on the air, he had to focus on finding Roman.

Looking over the balcony railing, Dean was allowed to see the arena down below. The triton-ton was still being assembled, and the pyrotechnics were already being submitted through their usual round of tests. Crew members as well as office officials were scurrying about, trying to get everything in order. There were people assembled in the ring, but Dean did not recognize anyone of them to be Roman. Nobody had seen him at all that morning, and to be frank, Dean was beginning to wonder if the Samoan was even going to bother to show his face at all. But before he could even decide to leave, something inside of his mind urged him to stay. Insodoing, he centered his focus on the group of people in the ring.

They conversed for a while, not even noticing that he was standing an odd two-hundred feet away. It seemed as if it were an intriguing conversation, although he could not hear their voices. After a while, Dean became so bored that he began to wonder how many shits he had taken last night. But just before he could leave, the group stood up. And there, near the outskirts of the little circle, was Roman. His face had been hidden by a hood and a pair of dark sunglasses. Once Dean climbed down to the floor, he ran up to his best friend. Roman turned around in time to see Dean fall flat upon his face when he tried to ascend the steel steps.

"Son of a bitch," he yelled in frustration.

"Woah, buddy. Easy on the profanity," Roman said as he tried to help Dean back to his feet, trying to quell his laughter.