"So he's throwing you two into a storyline together?" Roman asked as all of three sat in Romans hotel room.
"Yeah but they are still planning it all out." Ariela said as she leaned back into the couch.
She had just finished taking a shower and she just wanted to sleep for the rest of the day.
"Hopefully it's not all scripted. I like to cut my own promos." Dean sighed as he also leaned in the couch.
Ariela nodded in agreement.
"You two are going to fall in love." Roman singed as he walked across the room.
"Shut up Joe." Dean groaned and Ariela laughed.
"I doubt it." Ariela said.
"Whatever you say." Roman smirked as he sat down in the chair across from them.
Ariela rolled her eyes as she brought her knees to her chest. It was cold and she regretted wearing basketball shorts. Roman turned the tv on and Ariela leaned into Dean.
"Woah you're really warm." She said as she basically laid on top of him.
He chuckled softly as he picked her up and set her on his lap properly. She cuddled up to his side quickly for warmth as he wrapped his arms around her.
A flash went off and Roman laughed as he saw Ariela and Dean glare at him. "What? We must preserve the art."
Ariela rolled her eyes as she chuckled. She looked up at Dean to see him falling asleep already. She smiled a little to herself before laying her head in his chest again.
"Goodnight Ariela." Roman said as he turned the light off.
"Night Joe. "
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"You did not." Ariela doubled over in laughter as Dean was telling her a story from highschool.
"Yes she annoyed me so much. With her overly dyed blonde hair and her shiny necklaces and shit and her overly make up caked faced. She felt the need to parade around like she was the best. So, one day, I swiped my fingers across her face infront of the whole cafeteria, exposing how much makeup she really used." Dean chuckled. "I felt bad afterwards but she really was a bitch."
Ariela wipes a tear from her eyes as she looks at Dean. "I wouldn't have felt bad."
"Well that's because girls are mean." Slap! "Ouch!"
"Girls are not mean." She playfully glares at Dean.
"Okay, okay, alright. Just please don't hit me again." He mumbles as he rubs his forearm.
"Yeah sorry about that. Don't know my own strengths yet." Ariela awkwardly scratched the back of her neck.
"Is that my favorite couple?" Roman greets them as he joins them in the hotel lobby.
Ariela and Dean roll their eyes as Roman meets them.
"Hey Joe." Ariela smiles at him.
"What are we doing today?" Roman asks.
"Well Dean and I were going walk around downtown. Want to join?" Ariela asks Roman.
"Sounds lovely." He smiled at the two.
"You sound so formal, please stop." Dean said as the trio walked out the hotel lobby into the cool air.
"Shut it Ambrose." Roman warned jokingly.
"Its titty master."
Ariela nearly choked on her own breath as she began laughing. "You are disgusting."
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"So are you guys ready for smackdown?" Roman asks as they three sat in a small cafe.
"Why? Is there anything special going on?" Ariela asks as she takes a sip from her coffee.
"Well duh! It's the day you guys find out about your storyline!" Roman exclaims.
"You are more excited than us. Would you like to join?" Dean's jokes.
"God no!" Roman nearly chokes on his coffee. "A three some with you guys? I'd rather pass."
People at the cafe give Roman strange looks and he sheepishly leans down in his chair. Ariela laughs.
"I love witnessing awkward moments." She says as she watches Romans cheeks flare.
"You women are mean." Roman grumbles and Dean nearly jumps a mile in his seat.
"I said the same exact thing this morning! Though she hit me. Hey! Why doesn't Joe get hit?" Dean whines.
Ariela smirks at him. "I like Joe better."
Roman smirks at Dean.
"I hate you both." Dean grumbles as he sinks in his chair.
"You loooooooove us." Ariela exaggerated as she went to pinch his cheek.
"You pinch my cheeks and I will not hesitate to spear you." Dean playfully warns.
"Try me." Ariela smirks as she pinches Dean's cheeks.
Dean quickly got up and Ariela squeeled. She quickly ran behind Romans chair as a shield.
"Would you two stop flirting? I have a headache from your bullshit." Roman rubs his forehead.
"Language!" Ariela slaps him playfully as she sat back in her chair.
"Oh me? Watch my language? Please." Roman rolls his eyes.
"I am officially sat with children." Dean says in a mock accent as he takes a sip of his coffee, his pinky extended.
"Cut your shit." Ariela says rolling his eyes.
Roman looks at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Oops excuse me. Cut your crap. Don't want to hurt poor old Joe's ears." She jokes.
"I hate you." Roman grumbles as he takes a sip of his coffee.
It got silent as the three enjoyed each others company. Ariela looked at the two men in front of her and smiled. She was happy with where she was at the moment and she wouldn't change it for anything.
"Thank you guys." Ariela blurted suddenly.
Dean smiled at her. "For what?"
"Well walking into the WWE, I was absolutely frightened and nervous but then I met this giant over here." She points to Roman and he chuckles. "And he helped me relax. Then I met you Dean. You guys make me feel at home."
"My heart hurts." Roman said, his hand over his heart.
Dean got up and pulled Ariela in go for a big hug. She quickly hugged him back. No sooner than later, Roman joins the hug making it one big group hug.
"We should make a group name for us. Onscreen we don't like each other Dean, but offscreen, us three could be the Backstage crew. The one everyone is jealous of and wants to be in." Roman rambles as they all sat down.
"Backstage crew sounds good to me." Ariela smiles.
"Shield round two?" Dean asks.
"Don't push it," Roman glares at Dean playfully.
"Backstage crew it is." Dean says.
The three throw their fist up in the air and cheer. They all earned annoyed looks from surrounding customers but they didn't care. They were happy.
"Now time to get this relationship started." Roman smirks.
