Conflicted // The Shield

One

When you hear the word 'twin', you automatically think of two girls, possibly both with black hair and wearing old pinafore dresses like in that dumb horror movie. Or that twins have some brain connection that lets them hear each other thoughts, it's utter bullshit. In the 23 years my twin sister and I have lived, not once have I read her mind. Actually, that's a lie, I once guessed that she wanted a sandwich, but it was nothing new.

"Shannon? Shan, are you listening?" My older twin sister, Saraya was waving her hand around in my face, whilst stuffing her face with the other. We looked similar in the sense of facial features, except my hair was dirty blonde and hers was raven black. Saraya and I were both WWE divas, it was perfect for us, considering we came from a wrestling family in Norwich. Her ring name was Paige, mine was Honey.

"Yes, Saraya. I'm listening"
"Okay, great. So, what do you think?"
"Think about what?"
"For fuck sake Shannon!"
Saraya got moody a lot, especially with me. I was awkward, quiet and shy the majority of the time. I suppose I was the sensible twin whereas Saraya was a complete tear away. She was bossy and boisterous but there was absolutely no way you could hate her, granted, she was a bitch in the ring sometimes, but that's just her character. She had the 'I don't care what you think' attitude, but I had the 'Oh my god did I offend you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! Are you sure?' Kind of attitude.

I desperately wanted to be like my older sister; she was insanely talented, extremely beautiful and incredibly sociable. I, on the other hand was not; I constantly lived in her shadow, she always had to be better than me at everything. Wrestling, school, whatever it is, she had to be the best. Some would call it determination, I call it being independent, which is hard when you have an identical twin.

"Ladies" Dolph Ziggler sat down opposite us, clutching an apple and a container of what looked like pasta.
"Hey, Dolph" Saraya and I spoke at the same time, I tilted my head to the right, Saraya tilted hers to the left. We did it purely to scare the shit out of people, and most of the time it worked. Dolph stared at us for a minute, before grabbing his stuff and leaving to go sit with Zack Ryder on the other side of the room.

"Works every damn time" I grinned.
"No wonder we have no friends" Saraya shook her head at me and took a sip of her water.
"We have friends!" I argued
"Yeah, but not many"
"Well who do you want to be friends with?" I rolled my eyes at her.
"The Shield" She grinned at me excitedly "They're so hot and insanely badass"
"Is that all you ever think about?" I asked and she nodded in response.

"Nice to know what you think of us, sweetheart" Saraya and I whipped around to see where the raspy voice came from. Standing behind us was none other than Dean Ambrose. The crazy one, if you will. I felt my cheeks go hot and realised i was blushing violently. Why was I blushing? I didn't say anything!
"What can I say? Mum always taught me to tell the truth" Saraya smirked at Dean, before glancing at me.
"Whats got your knickers in a twist?" She hissed.
"N-nothing. I have to... Uh, go. I'll see you later" I shot up from my seat, almost smacking Dean in the process, and walked as quick as my legs would carry me. I have absolutely no clue what possessed me to do that. There's just something about The Shield, and Dean Ambrose for that matter, that makes me feel weird. I can't explain it. I wasn't scared of them, I don't think. They were just intimidating, I mean, if you said Seth had a funny hairdo then they'd probably powerbomb you through a table, no questions asked. I carried on speeding through the hallways until I ran smack bang into a wall. It seemed like a wall anyway, but I'm pretty sure walls can't talk.

"Mind yourself, little one" I felt two, firm hands on my shoulders to steady me.
"I am not little" I huffed. I hadn't noticed who was standing in front of me until I looked up.

Oh balls.

"R-Roman" I nodded at him.
"You're nothing like your sister are you?" Seth and Dean flanked Roman's sides and they were all staring at me. I shook my head. Dean reached forward and took a bit of my dirty blonde hair, curling it around his fingers.
"Sweet, sweet Honey" He murmured. This wasn't at all weird. I shot him a weird look, but he wasn't paying attention to my face. I noticed that Roman and Seth were pulling the same expression as I was.