Shivers * WWE Fanfic

09

"Munchkin! Wakey wakey!" Dean screams outside my room. I open my eyes and glance at the clock. It's six in the morning. Freaking six in the morning.

"What do you want?" I scream as I cover my ears. "Come on get up!" He bangs on the door. I try to ignore it but it gets to a point where I can't stand it anymore.

"What Ambrose what? What do you want?" I say annoyed. He walks in uninvited like usual. He's wearing gym shorts and an extremely tight shirt on. "Let's go work out." He says with a grin.

You've got to be kidding me. "At six in the morning?" This man is crazy. Don't get me wrong I love to workout but not at six in the morning.

"Yes obviously. Come on take off your pjs and let's go." He bounces a bit and I scoff laying back down. "Yeah right."

He pulls the covers from me and gets right in my face. Literally in my face. "Don't make me carry you out of the bed again. I will do it." His breath smells like mint.

"Just because we're fake dating does not mean we have to work out." I say. He smiles and moves closer so his nose is touching my nose.

"We have to do everything together. Did you forget that?" He stares at me right in the eyes and I see his pupils dialect. "Fine." I reply because it's really getting awkward.

"That's the spirit ducky." He puts his arms on his waist as I get up. "Let me brush my teeth and her changed."

I expect him to leave and wait for me outside but instead he sits on my bed. "What're you waiting for?" He looks at me and I shake my head, "Nothing."

I grab some workout clothes from my suitcase and walk to the bathroom. When I glance at myself in the mirror it makes me cringe.

My hair is a mess and I look terrible. How come Dean didn't say anything? He was probably trying not to be rude. What am I even talking about? He is rude.

After I wash my face and teeth I get changed and walk out. "Took you look enough." He replies staring at his phone screen.

"Whatever. Let's go then." I say grabbing my key on the way to the door. "Your ass looks amazing in those shorts." He blurts out.

My stomach drops to my stomach and I turn around quickly. "What?" It comes out as a whisper. Was he talking to me? Maybe he was talking about someone he saw on his phone or something.

"You heard me pookie." He says. In a matter of milliseconds I feel the blood rush to my face. "Okay." I breathe out. What else can I say? I'm feeling embarrassed right now. I'm to sure if it's because I'm flattered or I'm just plain embarrassed.

"What do you mean okay? No thank you?" He asks as he gets up from the bed. "Thank you." I murmur looking at floor.

I hear a low chuckle and footsteps. "Did that make you nervous?" He asks once he's in front of me. I look at him and still feel my face on fire. "No." I lie.

"Really? Your actions are saying otherwise." He says. "Well it didn't make me nervous and we should get going-"

He puts his hands against the door and leans towards me. "Don't lie pookie. I know you're nervous."

"I'm not." My voice comes out shaky which only proves his point. "Okay if it didn't make you nervous then I'll say it again."

"No!" I quickly say. Hearing him say it once was already flustering enough. "Your ass looks amazing in those shorts." He says against my ear.

I hold my breath as he moves away from my ear. He's got a smirk on his face and I finally have to breath out because my lungs can't take it.

"Maybe... maybe I should change." I say. "No, no, no. If we're going to work out I need a motivation don't you think?" He winks and steps away from me.

I open the door and let him go first. I don't even know how to feel about this anymore. It was awkward before and now it's more awkward.

We walk to the elevator and he clicks the first floor. I want to ask why're we at the lobby but I don't. My face still feels hot from while ago.

Instead of asking I follow him behind and out the door. "We're going to run a mile to warm up. Sound good?" He asks. The sun is barely coming out and it feels kind of cool outside. I nod my head and looks at me.

"Why so serious payjay?" He asks. "I don't know." I mumble quietly as we begin to stretch. "Was it because of my comment?"

I shrug my shoulders and avoid his gaze. "I don't understand. Shouldn't you feel flattered?" He asks. "I suppose so. I just don't know how to handle comments like that."

"Well your ass does look great so I had to say something about it." Every time he uses that word it makes me feel weird.

"Could you not say that?" I ask. "What? Why?" He asks. "Because that's dirty." I whisper. He stops stretching and laughs. He laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world. Once again I blush in embarrassment.

"Are you serious payjay?" He asks in between laughs. "Yes I'm very serious." He throws his head back and I cross my arms across my chest.

"That's not dirty trust me. I should know." He says. "I bet so. You must talk like that to Sasha and that's why she misses it."

"I miss it too. I miss her." He replies. He quickly shakes it off. "Let's start running then." We begin running down the street until we run a mile.

After we run it we begin walking to cool off. We're both panting and from a distance I see Randy.

"Did you see Sasha yesterday? I still can't get over it." Dean says with a smile. "Yeah she seemed pretty jealous." I mumble.

"You're making it sound like it's a bad thing peanut." He says as he glances at me. "No it's not a bad thing. I just don't know if this is worth it."

"Of course it's worth it." He answers quickly. "Yeah it's worth it for you but not for me." I say looking up at him. "Why? It's going to get us both what we want."

"I don't think so. Sasha is jealous and she's going to want you back sooner or later. On the other hand Randy is not going to get jealous and he's certainly not going to want me."

"Why not?" He asks squinting his eyes as the sun begins to appear. "Because look at me. I could never compare to Sasha. He doesn't even know I exist."

I look ahead at Randy who's running on the opposite side of the street. Then I glance at Dean.

He doesn't have a stupid grin on his face or anything like that. I see both pity and sympathy in his eyes.

He doesn't say anything because he knows it's true.