She's A Strange One // Dean Ambrose

Five

Dean's POV

Considering that I'd gone to Marissa's hotel room at 6AM, by the time we finished talking it was still early so I could suggested we go for breakfast. I think it was around 9AM when we found a nice little cafe.

"Ew. I hate mushrooms" Marissa grimaced. She stabbed her mushroom with her fork and plopped it onto my plate. "A gift from me to you" She smiled.

"Aren't you generous?" I said sarcastically. She poked her tongue out at me and laughed. I couldn't help but grin at her. Her laugh was infectious and I couldn't deny that I was falling for her even more each day. She was constantly in my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about her.

"Earth to lunatic!" She sung and snapped her fingers in my face. "Usually it's me in la-la land" She laughed.

"Sorry, just thinking"

"About what?" She asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich. I suppose I could tell her, but just... alter the truth a little.

"There's this girl I like, but I don't know how to tell her" I admitted.

"You sound like a teenage boy, Dean. Just tell her, I mean what's the worst that could happen?" She paused "Unless she happens to be a black belt in karate, then she could probably beat you to a pulp" She shrugged.

"I'm a wrestler, she'd have a hard time doing that" I reminded her.

"Oh yeah" Marissa giggled.

Marissa's POV

"They might be a super ninja assassin karate person?" I suggested.

"Do they even exist?" Dean laughed.

For the first time in year, I felt good. Telling Dean and finally letting that off my chest felt like so much weight had been taken off my shoulders. It was unusual putting so much trust in somebody id known less than a month, but I always say that things happen for a reason.

Dean and I had breakfast and then headed back to the hotel. He went back to Seth and Roman, I'm assuming to workout. I felt lonely without Dean. I realised I had no other friends. I suppose I could try to make some, it was just awkward I suppose.

I went back to my hotel room and sat down on the edge of my bed, biting my nails. It was a bad habit I developed in the institute, or as I called it 'Nut House' or sometimes 'Asylum'. I desperately wanted to call Dean and ask him to hang out with him. I loved everything about being in his presence. I felt calm, relaxed and at ease. He was easy to talk to and most of all, he wasn't judgemental. Most people would've freaked out of I told them my life story. Dean didn't. It made me sort of... admire him.

I didn't call him though. I didn't want to come across as clingy or anything. Instead, I got changed into a cute, sky blue dress and white converse. Considering I'd been up so early, I had light purple bags under my eyes, so I covered them lightly with make-up. I wasn't big of wearing tonnes of it on my face, I really only used it when necessary.

I grabbed my backpack. I loved this bag, it was relatively small, but big enough to hold everything I needed; keys, money, emergency clothes, an extra bar of chocolate when I felt sad. All of that extremely important stuff. It was mint green and covered in black polka dots.

I slung my bag across my shoulders, left my room, headed to the lobby and out to my car. As soon as I walked out the doors, I walked straight into somebody.

"I'm so sorry!" An Irish voice pieced the air as we stumbled back. I recognised her as Becky Lynch, an orange-haired, fiesty diva from Ireland.

"It's okay" I smiled a little at her. She looked at me, squinting a little as she racked her brain trying to identify me.

"I know you" She said "Just...gimme, gimme a minute" She titled her head a tiny bit. I laughed

"Marissa" I introduced myself. "I'm the newest diva"

She clicked her fingers, nodding when she remembered. "Ah yes, I knew I recognised you" We started walking around outside, I had no idea where we were going but it was nice to just walk.

"So when are you debuting? You've not had a match yet" Becky asked.

"A couple of weeks" I answered. "I told the company I wasn't used to travelling so often, so they had me come here earlier so I could get used to it"

Becky nodded. "It's a difficult lifestyle, travelling whilst having to workout and eat healthy. While still having to go out and perform in the ring, when you're probably jet lagged. Then having to do signings and meet ups and stuff like that. But it's really all worth it" I simply mmmed in response. To be truthful, I couldn't understand half of what she was saying. Her accent made it hard.

"So where d'you want to go?" She asked me.

"I'm not sure, I've never been here before, I don't even know where we are" I laughed.

"Well, we're in Florida right now. Let's just go to a cafe or something, keep it simple and sweet y'know" Becky said, walking in the direction of what I assumed was a nearby cafe. I followed behind her quietly as she babbled on.

Becky stopped suddenly and I almost nearly walked into her.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She gasped and pointed at a store a little further down the street.

"Let's go!" She grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me towards it. Today was going to be a long day.

• • •

I fell face first onto my bed, groaning loudly into it. Becky had dragged me around shopping for around 4 hours and now my feet ached harshly. On the bright side, I bought a couple of new dresses and a new black beanie hat as my old one as a gigantic rip through it.

I groaned again as my phone made a loud ding noise from inside my bag. After a couple minutes laying there, I finally got up and fished around the contents of my backpack to find it. I got it eventually and read the message.

Unknown Number
I'm feeling spontaneous right now, so I'm picking you up at 8 and I'm taking you for dinner.

I stared at the message, until my phone dinged again and I got a text from the same number.

It's Dean by the way.

My heart jumped a little,

Someone's in luuuuuurve!

"Shut up, Kitty" I snapped. Although I couldn't help but think about what she had said. I knew it wasn't love, but I couldn't deny there was a little something there.

Is this a date, Ambrose? Or just a spontaneous meeting that I have to dress up for?

I sent back with a smirk. Dean replied instantly.

A spontaneous meeting that you have to dress up for. Although the first option is debatable.

My heart jumped again. I was - kind of - going on a date with Dean Ambrose.