Finally Finding Love •{Ambrose fanfic}•

Chapter One - Sorry Not Sorry

- 1 Year Later -

Chloe's POV

"Sorry! Bitches!" I yell, jumping on my feet and throwing the Sorry pieces at the guys.

"Chloe!" Seth chuckles,"you only knocked out one of my pieces."

"Yeah, but now your back in the start zone!" I laugh, pointing at Seth's four blue pieces scattered all over the floor.

"Chloe," Dean catches my attention. I look at him, smiling.

His curly, brown hair is messily tossed around on his head, making the best 'just woke up' look. His blue eyes shine with amusement. And his smile seems to me screaming at me. Screaming at me to compliment his perfect grin.

"Clam down," he chuckles, grabbing my hand and directing me back down. "Let's finish this game, I'm excited to see who wins!"

I smirk, "Oh, Ambrose, I'm going to win."

"We'll see about that," Seth and Dean say in unison. They look at each other and laugh.

It's been awhile since I heard both of their laughs. It's been a year since the incident. None of us like talking about it. We never bring it up... We never have. The three of us pretend it never happened, but we all know that's a lie.

In other news, it's been nice traveling with the WWE again. Right now, we're in Kansas City, Missouri for RAW. Tonight, the boys and I are debuting. None of us are sure what our next story line will be, considering we haven't been with the WWE for nine months.

Though we aren't fully back on our feet, we're make it through. Hunter and Steph keep asking if we still need to stay at their mansion for a little while longer, but I keep reassuring them that the three of us (Seth, Dean, and I) are okay and got this.

Actually, we are saving some of our money to buy ourselves a house soon. Every time out paycheck comes, he each put 50% of the money in the Saving Jar. Right now, we have about $853.47, which, if you think about it, isn't that bad.

We aren't sure where we want to live. I brought up the idea of wanting a house somewhere in Florida. Perhaps near Miami. Unfortunately, both Seth and Dean didn't agree with me. Seth wants to live somewhere in Virginia, while Dean wants to live in Los Vegas. Both areas nowhere close to Miami.

They both get back to the game after picking up the tiny play pieces off the carpeted floor. Seth picks up a card, reading it. He sighs disappointingly, "Another 'Move your Pawn 7 squares' card."

"Ha! Too bad!" I laugh in his face. He just rolls is eyes at me.

"Why so competitive?" Dean questions as he picks up a card.

"It's in my nature," I say, flipping my straightened hair.

"Oh, I'm sure it is Chl-" He stops mid-sentence, looking at me with his signature smirk. "Sorry! Bitches!" Dean mocks, his voice high, trying to copy mine. He jumps up and knocks my playing piece over with his.

"Ohhh!" Seth cups his hands around his mouth so the 'ohhh's' sound louder. "You just got sorried!" Seth jumps up and high-fives Dean as they chest-bump. 

"Ugh!" I loudly sigh, frustrated. "That's bullshit!" I cross my arms over my chest.

"No it ain't, darlin'," Dean smiles and pinches my cheeks.