What's Wrong With You?

-7-

Roman curled his eyebrows out of confusion. "No. What? I don't get you..."
"Holy crap! What have you done, Seth?" said Seth inside his head.
"No. Do you have to visit the loo, or...-" continued Roman.
"Uh-huh..." Seth managed to speak out. "When do we have to be on there?"
"We're next. The next event is ours!" said Roman.
"You're right," Seth nodded. His face had a blank expression. Roman moved his head round in all directions making his neck bones crack. Seth released a sigh and looked away.
"Is it too urgent?" said Roman, moving his head closer to that of Seth.
"Ah, no! Not that. I'm fine," laughed Seth. He started to rub behind his neck once again. "Why am I laughing after all?" he murmured to himself. Roman noticed the same. Seth had started rubbing behind his neck once again. He grabbed Seth by his arm and started to walk away from that place, dragging Seth along with him. Neither did Seth say a word nor did he try to wriggle his arm free from Roman's grip. This made Roman feel even more convinced that there was something that Seth had wanted to open up to him about.
"Where are you going, you two?" someone from their crew shouted out to them.
"We'll be back in a min," responded Roman. They kept walking clutching their arms with each other until they had found a place where no one could see them. They stopped at an empty corridor. The place was dark as it had no lights. Roman pushed Seth onto the wall and stood right in front of him. Seth's heart was thumping at the moment. He could hardly believe that it was happening. He kept looking at the floor as he felt too nervous to look at Roman in the eye. "Seth," said Roman. His deep voice seemed to echo. "We've been through it a lot of times. Even if we don't have Dean with us right now, we can do it. We've won tag team titles together, man," said Roman. Seth released a deep sigh while Roman kept speaking. "Both of us have been together in most of the pay per view events. Everything's gonna be alright Seth. Believe me."
Seth did not know how to feel. There were two reasons that made him sigh at that moment. One of the reasons was that, Seth was now sure about the fact that they barely did talk to each other about anything that was not related to what was going on in their career life. They knew a lot of things about each other since they had been knowing each other for two years. But it was really surprising that they barely had spent any time talking to each other. Seth's heart really did ache but there was another reason which made him feel a little bit relieved. If Roman had asked him what was wrong, he'd have not been able to answer him anything and would have ended up doing something very embarrassing in front of Roman. Seth was not ready to tell him the news at the moment as he feared that the news might disgust him or embarrass him or get him into a trouble.
"Hey, Seth," said Roman, a little bit gently. Seth looked up at Roman's face. "I know you miss Dean a lot," continued Roman.
"Thanks Roman, I'm ... I'm fine now," said Seth with a faint smile on his face. "Just don't worry about me. I won't let you feel disappointed today. We'll do our best and I know it."
At that moment, Dolph walked into the corridor but Roman and Seth weren't able to notice him because of the poor lighting system in that area. Dolph was able to see Roman and Seth standing close to each other at a distance but they seemed to appear like shadows. Dolph let out a short gasp as soon as he saw them and hid behind an almirah nearby.
"That's my boy," smiled Roman and ran his hand gently over the back of Seth's head. "You're never too tacky. Its because of this reason, Sethie, that I like you." Seth's heart was racing at that moment. He felt like placing a hand over his chest. Roman moved closer to Seth and whispered into his ear, "Let's go."
"Have we got any time to spare?" said Seth once again but in a faint voice and with rapid eye movements as his eyes couldn't focus at a place. "I mean, what are we doing after the event ends?"
"We have got a hotel room this time," said Roman. "So we'll just have to stay there. Wish we had hired a flat like we did last time."
Dolph was eavesdropping behind the almirah when he felt a hand get placed right over his shoulder. He let out a gasp as he got startled. "No, don't worry. It's me," said Miz's voice right then.
"I know what you're doing. You don't need to explain me about this but just let me know what you're looking at."
Dolph turned back and looked at Miz with a crying face. "No, don't make shitty faces. Skip the drama and tell me what's goin on."
"F*ck Miz, f*ck. What are they talking about? I just can't believe, they like each other," hissed Dolph.
"Hold on. Who?" said Miz, desperately peering at the direction where Roman and Seth were standing.
"You see them standing at a kissing distance from each other? Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins are in love!" Dolph whispered to Miz.
"Look, Dolph," said Miz, keeping his calm. "Things can just be the other way round...-"
"Oh really, Miz?" Dolph argued. "If things were the other way round, why did they have to come to a place like this where no friggin one can actually find them? Just a while before you came here, I saw Roman stroking the back of Seth's head and their forehead really did touch! And Roman just rubbed his forehead against that of Seth. That's how they have been cuddling together since a while. And in addition to it, Roman told Seth, "You're never too tacky which is why I like you, Sethie." Like really?! He just called him 'Sethie'!!"
"Shit, shit, shit," laughed Miz. "I know the feeling that you get when you're attracted to a guy. Sometimes guys do flirt with guys. Maybe Rom's got a thing for Seth. Maybe they can't have control over their feelings. Maybe, Roman's just flirting with Seth. That's a temporary feeling after all."
"Uh-uh!" Dolph interrupted Miz. "Seth was like, "Have we got some time to spare after the event ends?" Alone time, you can say. And Roman looked pretty unsatisfied since he was like, "Umm, we just have to stay in our hotel room. That's it." The matter doesn't end here, Miz. They had hired a flat in an apartment to spend the night after yesterday's event. See, they just want to stay outta everyone's reach."
"It means," said Miz. "that Roman isn't just flirting with Seth. Their relationship is at the highest level."
"Exactly," said Dolph. "We have too many news to handle. I don't think Broski'd be interested if we told him about this."
"No!" snapped Miz. "Don't blurt it out to just anyone. We're just gonna keep this within us. That's gonna make us rich! Oh, not us. That's just gonna make ME rich." He then looked up with a confident gaze in his eyes. "Cause, The Shield's gonna be on Miz TV this Monday. So, this news is just gonna help me roast them. That's how I'm goin to make money, baby."
"Why do I feel like killing you, right now?" sighed Dolph.
"Cause, I'm the Miz. And, I'm awesome," said Miz before he walked away leaving Dolph behind.
It was around 8:45 PM when Dean was inside the kitchen making dinner. "Hey mum," he said as he saw his aunt enter the kitchen. Dean's aunt didn't smile but instead, she hit Dean gently over his head. "Who asked you to cook? At least, you could've woken me up before you started cooking." scolded Dean's aunt.
Dean let out a gentle laugh. "It's almost 9 o'clock. Did you even bother to give Roman and Seth a call and inform them whether you reached safely or not," continued Dean's aunt.
"It's almost 9 o'clock. Our event would be goin on right now," said Dean, thinking of something. He then looked at his aunt and said, "I'll have to call them late at night cause that's the only time we're free, mum. Didn't I tell you that we remain busy for the whole day?"
Dean's aunt continued to glare at Dean. "You had an event today."
Dean dropped the ladle he was holding in his hand. "Yes, I had," he said, losing his calm. "Your head's still bleeding. Had I been away at the event, who would've applied you a new dressing over your bump? You wouldn't have been able to get those 5 hours of sleep that you had just now. I wonder how you'd have cooked the dinner with that limp body and that bleeding bump of yours. Ah, you're a superwoman, aren't you?"
He then carried on with his cooking. Dean's aunt didn't reply anything but kept staring at Dean cooking the meal. Dean then turned back to get something from the rack. His eyes met with those of his aunt again. "What are you lookin at?!" he said, in a milder tone.
"I wonder who taught you how to cook," breathed his aunt.
Dean remained silent. He grabbed a wooden spoon from the rack and turned towards the pot. "Roman did," he replied after a while.