Dean got down the plane and looked around. He put on his hoodie and sunglasses and clicked his tongue with disappointment. "What's that scum doing?" he muttered as he walked towards the inside of the airport. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number. "Hello? Are you here yet? Hope you reached safely." said a man's voice over the phone.
"Asshole," said Dean. "Where are you at?"
"It won't take me long," replied the man on the phone, with a silly laugh .
"I had asked you to be here already. I knew you would be late. You know what? If you miss your wife that very much, you must start living at your in-laws." yelled Dean.
"I'm... I'm s..sorry. I'm very sorry. I'll be right there," stammered the man on the phone.
"Sicko... psh." murmurred Dean and hung up. He noticed a bunch of fans at a distance clicking pictures of him while he stood there waiting for his luggage. As soon as his luggage had arrived, he made his way out of the airport.
"Woah, that was really quick." gasped Dean as he walked out of the open exit and saw his car arriving. The car stopped next to him and he got in at the back seat taking his luggage with him. They drove off right then.
"I'm sorry, you had to wait," said the driver with the same giggle as he had expected Dean to yell badly at him. "I was on the way when you were looking for me...-"
"It's okay. Just take me home. I'm damn hungry,"
The driver nodded and spoke nothing. He was surprised, for Dean did not yell at him. The car entered into the gateway of an apartment building. Dean peered out of the window. He got out of the car as soon as the car had been parked and walked into the building. "I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry," he murmurred to himself inside the elevator. He could feel his heartbeat going fast. He had no clue how his aunt was going to react on seeing him in person almost after a year. He was confident enough while he walked towards the door to his flat. He stood at the door for a short while before he hit the doorbell. "Oh my God, Dean!" a sharp, high-pitched voice of a lady startled him. Dean looked beside him to find a plump redhead coming at his direction. He soon recognised her as the lady who lived next door. "Hello!" he greeted her with a forced smile.
"Oh, my my! How well you've grown up! You were so tiny when I saw you last time," said the red haired lady shaking hands with Dean, over-enthusiastically.
"That was just the last year," said Dean. The lady stopped speaking and stared at Dean awkwardly for a moment. "Erm... Anyway," stuttered the lady, as she continued to speak. "You look like a grown man now. Now that you're all so famous, your way of dressing would change too. I understand that."
"Ah, thank you," said Dean with a blushing smile.
"Oh but you must not stand here for long. Let's get in, have a cup of coffee and a nice talk...-" said the lady pulling Dean's arm gently.
"Later, Miss Lady. I wanna be at home now...-" smiled Dean.
"Your bag?" said the lady and started to laugh right then. She was real loud. "Why do you worry about your bag? You can keep it here for hours and hours. Its nothing to worry about. Trust your aunt. It'll remain safe with me."
"But my mom's sick! I need to see her," said Dean as he tried to wriggle his arm free.
"Your mom is just fine! She ain't sick. Her injury is fine now," The lady was all the more loud. The door that led to Dean's flat opened right then and another lady came out. "What is it again, Mrs.Kelly?" she said. She then looked at Dean and froze in her own position. She kept staring at Dean wide eyed as she was hardly able to believe the fact that she was actually looking at her most beloved nephew in person. Dean was already giving her a warm smile and that was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
The plump lady rolled her eyes and walked into her flat. Dean's aunt walked closer to Dean scanning him from head to toe. Words did failed to come to her mind as quickly as they usually did. She was beyond surprised. She dropped her eyes and ran her hand gently over Dean's chest. She then looked up at Dean's face and held it between both her palms. She tried to smile. "Fool," she said. "I thought you were joking."
Dean shook his head. He placed a hand over his aunt's hand, clasping it warmly. "I hate missing you," he said.
"It has been a year," breathed his aunt.
"And two more months," added Dean. Dean's aunt, as she failed to have control over her emotions anymore, wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and hugged him rapturously. Dean hugged her back, resting his chin over her head. It was not long when a janitor waxing the floor startled them saying, "If you continue to imitate movie scenes in the corridor, you'll be in trouble, Mrs. Ambrose." Dean's aunt turned towards the janitor while Dean started to crack up. "You can shut up, Joey. This ain't a movie scene." yelled Dean's aunt.
"He's right, mum. Let's move. We're kinda getting too dramatic in here." whispered Dean before they walked into their flat.
It was around 8PM in the evening when Roman and Seth walked out of the locker room all dressed in their gear. They then made their way towards the rear door and stood there waiting for their turn to show up at the arena. "Let's do this, Seth." said Roman.
"Yeah," replied Seth with a firm nod. Seth felt all the more confident even though it was just him and Roman at that moment. Roman fist bumped with Seth and then took a bottle of water from the side. He let his hair open and then poured water all over his head.
"Gee! Is it really happening?" said Seth inside his mind as he watched Roman shaking his head hard while he poured water on his hair. Roman lifted his head up and ran his fingers through his wet locks. His neck was all wet. Seth almost drooled. He quickly picked up another bottle from the side and started to wet his own hair. "Seth don't look at him. Seth don't look at him. Seth don't look at him..." he whispered to himself. But that did not help him anyway. He eventually turned towards Roman as he badly wanted to catch a glimpse of him. He saw him drinking water from his bottle. Seth licked his own lips as his eyes were looking at Roman's neck once again. Roman passed his bottle over to Seth after he had finished drinking water. There was still a little bit of water left in it. Seth looked at the bottle and then looked at Roman's face. Roman looked back at him and raised his eyebrows. The stunning guy who looked even more stunning with his wet hair at the moment had all his eyes on Seth and that was just too much for Seth.
"Roman," said Seth. "Have we got some time to spare?"
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