Bright Lights - A WWE OC Fanfiction

A Very Awkward Kinda Delayed Chapter

De'Angelo's POV

On my drive home, I consistently thought of any possible consequences. If Daniel Bryan got fired for choking out Justin Roberts with his own tie, I could certainly get fired for viciously assaulting a man and breaking his arm with a chair. Not that I could blame corporate for doing so if I they do in the future, I mean, I destroyed the man, but to think something like that can happen to me scares me shitless. What I need to do is stop fucking around and focus on the fuckn' road. I wanna go home to Abby. My ass hurts from this uncomfortable car seat that I need to do something about, and I'm having a migraine thinking about the consequences of my retarded actions. Damn, that was stupid. I wasn't thinking, man, not at all. I'm really hoping I don't take a real L with this one.

Abigail's POV

I don't know why, but after seeing DeDe take out Joe like that, I feel so much more attracted to him. Wow, that was something weird to say. He's my boyfriend, and we've know each other since elementary, how could I be anymore attracted to him? Still, it makes me love him more. I wanna just fall asleep on his chest right now... and maybe a little more. A just a tad bit more. Still, I'm not ready for... fucking, I guess. God, I hate swearing. I don't even know why, I just do. DeDe found out and started swearing even more afterwards. Honestly, it just bothers me when I do it, but he does more than the average person. I need to confront him about that. I also can't stand that he thinks I was always weird as a kid for being the only one who drank actual milk(everyone else drank the chocolate milk, and up to this day I still bother her about it). He calls me a "cum hungry bitch" when I bother him to the extreme. I mean, I know I can be annoying most of the time, but he honestly hurts my feelings alot more than I'd like. Sometimes he just leaves the house and comes back after like a week. I still see him perform on NXT, which is preposterous being doesn't even come home after THAT most of the time, but that makes me feel awful. You would rather be away from me than come home and cuddle with me after busting your ass off(p.s. Abby also starts to swear when she gets really upset p.p.s Abby is in tears now). And it's fucking depressing me to the point that I just sit in the room and cry mourning for him to come back to me and just embrace me tightly and say how sorry he is. It's so goddamn bad! I fucking hate myself!

De'Angelo's POV

I parked my car and locked it. "Abby here I come, babe..." I whispered. I opened the house door with my key, obviously. "AbbyBerry, I'm home!"....... okay, awkward silence. "Yo, I'm home! Where are you? I've been wanting to cuddle you to death since I started driving here!"....... still. I started my walk around the house to find my future wife. I started looking through the living room. Then the kitchen. Then the bathroom. Then the laundry room. Then the upstairs bathroom. Then the game room. But I didn't check one room. The bedroom. So, I tried opening the door. I TRIED. I couldn't, it was locked. She's obviously in there. "Baby, open the door." No response. Wow, is she for real? I can't believe this. "Are you seriously not gonna answer me? I swear to Spaghetti Monster I will kick the door down. I can't have you scaring me like this. What're doing, babe?" Oh, look at that, no answer. "Please, just open the door. I won't be mad at you. Please, I'm extremely scared right now." Fuck, dude. "Fuck, I'm gonna kick the door." As I said, I did. I kicked the door over and over again. I gave it a stomp, a boot, Hell, I even gave it a Superkick. Abby, please don't hurt yourself. "Babe, come on, I'm gonna fucking cry. Don't do this." "Okay, okay, DeDe, just... please don't cry." "Open the fucking door, damnit!" You just can't help yourself, can you? She's doing who knows what in there and you just have to curse her out? Fucking kill yourself. Abby opened the door for me. Her eyes were bloodshot, there was tissue all over the bed, and she was sniffing. "Why are you crying?" "Because I hate myself." "Why? You're smart as hell, you refuse to suck my dick, you're fucking GORGEOUS, why are so upset?" "Because you fucking depress, you fucking asshole!!" WHOA, that wasn't expected. "How?" "You fucking curse me out, like you just did not two seconds ago when I was in here CRYING, you leave the house for days to wherever the FUCK, and, just like on MANY other occasions, you just made me cry to myself in the fucking room!" Wow, do I feel disgusting. "Babe, I'm sorry. I actually wanna kill myself right now. I don't why but, don't you think you kinda deserve this?" "What? How?!" "For years, you bullied me without knowing. I went to sleep crying because I was nothing but nice to you and you always found a way to turn it into something bad and make fun of me(this seriously happened in real life). So, as much I don't like seeing you like this, WHILE I'm the cause of it, you did this to me from 5th to 12th grade." "Wait, I did?" "Yeah, and you're the first one to know. Honestly, you don't know it, but you still act like a dick. I can't joke around with you without you lashing out on me. Plus, we've known each other for more than a decade. Can I please just pound your pussy already(and, yes, I will make the smut chapter)?" That last one was pretty uncalled for, but she gets it. "Well..." It's pretty silent now. "Well... do you wanna... like cuddle each other? And... fondle each other's parts?" I awkwardly asked. "Actually... yeah." Cool, I can grab dat ass again. "Alright, let's do it, babe!"

Well, that was a weird, long-awaited, delayed chapter. Anyway, AJ Styles has debuted, and Triple H is WWE World Heavyweight Champion, so what do you guys think about that?