Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 45

"Are you having fun?" Nattie asks me, walking up to me.She's dressed in a cute outfit, a neon pink skin tight dress that hugs her curves and makes her look amazing. she's being really nice to me as well. I recall dean saying something about her being involved in this whole planning process, and I feel instantly guilty and bad, for assuming the worst in her and dean when they were just trying to do something amazing for me. I really need to get out of the habit of doing that.

"Yes, thank you so much for doing all this!" I tell her. I feel like I need to be super nice to her to make up for all of the silly assumptions and harsh thoughts that have gone on through the past few days. She didn't seem bothered by my hostility towards her, but I still feel the need to be as nice as possible.

"It was mostly dean, he really loves you" Nattie tells me, her voice lowering. Everyone at the party seems to be doing their own thing, weather it's eating at the tables, dancing in the middle of the room, or just chatting like Nattie and I are, so I have no clue why she's talking quietly. Nobody's even really close to us right now.

"Yeah I know" I smile just thinking about him. Nattie gestures behind my shoulder and I turn my head slightly.

Dean is talking to Roman, Seth and Paige. He seems like he isn't very interested in the conversation at the moment. In a second, he looks up and his eyes meet mine from across the room, a small smirk crosses his features. Everybody  around him continues to have their conversation while he and I connect from across the room. He sticks out his tongue lightly. I can't tell if I should go over or not, I decide against it.

"I don't even know how I got so lucky to have him" I think out loud. It sounds so cheesy, but it's true. I am lucky. Even though he annoys me sometimes, and we fight over stupid things, every relationship has their ups and downs.

We met purely out of luck and hated each other. But it didn't last long. I could feel myself being pulled towards Dean and I always remembered looking around for him whenever I had free time.

I wanted to be around him because even when he was annoying me, or making me so angry I wanted to cry, he was still the only person I wanted.

"I can't believe he found you. He's pretty lucky to have you too, you know that right?" Nattie insists. I think dean and I are lucky that we've found each other, but I think he's a lot better for me than I am for him. I don't think I'm bad for him necessarily , but I don't think I'm the best thing he deserves.

"Yeah" I simply answer, not wanting to ruin this party that dean worked so hard on, and by thinking irrelevant stuff like that, it will.

"Do you like WWE?" Nattie asks, taking a sip from her red punch.

I ponder her question for a second. Recently it feels like I'm doing more personal stuff than actual work, and I haven't actually been able to do as much reporting as I would have liked to.

But we're talking about my entire life here. This career in WWE could last for years, and could possibly guarantee me any job anywhere I would want.

I guess I haven't been taking this job as seriously as I should have. All of my attention has been on Dean or the Bella's or punk or Paige or John. This needs to change, I need to find a balance.

At this moment, I make a promise to myself to take this way more seriously. Starting tonight at Raw. This has to be an amazing night, and I'm the one who has to make it that way.

"Riley?" Nattie asks after a few seconds of me not answering.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I love it." I answer, and she eyes me suspiciously. My answer didn't exactly sound as convincing as I wanted it to, but it's true. I do love it, but I need to work harder to make sure I stay here for as long as possible.